A wide brim with a peacock feather hat rest on the head of a somewhat stunted frame. Bandoleer with a pair of Colt Bisleys tucked at his sides. A simple outfit aside from the accessories, button up with slightly flared cuffs, canvas pants kept tight with a crocodile skin belt. Tipping his hat up most would be met by the wide grin of a rather friendly koala. He looked rather young, soft features of the face, lil' nicks here and there beneath that fine layer or face fur. One last detail of mild note would be his boots, nothing too special but if one was to look carefully at the lower left, they'd notice six notches clearly etched in.

Overly friendly at times, remarkably forward and outstandingly honest. Not really bad traits, but when pressed

together they led to a decent amount of trouble. It wasn't exactly helpful that he would bury himself in a bottle for a day or two and come out swinging, still with that grin bared wide. He was a bit too in love with a brawl for anyones good, and his luck on the draw had been thus far just that, luck which always runs out sooner or later.