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If you need someone on your team, Lye, I could see Victor hiring out his guns.

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The storm was passing.

Fleeing before the might of the newly risen sun, the clouds took their ominous grayness farther south, leaving behind them a day as fresh and bright as a new gold...

There was no real point to this fight anymore, nothing to be won but personal satisfaction and nothing to be lost but a few mouthfuls of blood and maybe a tooth or two, and yet they both went at it...

It made sense the way things always did in hindsight. The Ixian Knights were too few, the Rangers too many, and the Empire loomed over all with its superior numbers. Only a fool would've went against...

Stay alive. Stay ahead. Move your feet. Reload. Keep count. Keep firing. Such simple thoughts filled Victor's world as the two danced to the tune of death that both seemed very familiar with. There...

There were people who could parry a knife mid-flight, who could snatch it out of the air as if it was a mere moth, who could even stop it in midair using their telepathetic or telekinetic or...

A storm was brewing.

In the far west the sun was kissing the horizon, as large as a cartwheel and as red as burning iron, but over the ramparts of the Ixian Castle the clouds were gathering. The...

The gray-haired ancient got up to her feet with the careful slowness common for old people, the kind that made you think a move more sudden than that would break a hip. She maneuvered herself between...

((Coming down from Outer Gates))

The descent down the winding stairs was swift and about as pleasurable as it could've been given the circumstances. His shoulder still ached as he hurried down the...

Women, Victor thought, an inevitable grin on his scruffy face. Young or old, pretty or haggard, they all meant trouble one way or the other. The gunslinger knew this from experience, what with...

((For the sake of keeping the posts clean of OOC stuff, assume that all bunnying from this point on is approved, unless mentioned otherwise))

Well, that was easy, Victor thought once he recognized...

Victor Callahan watched the whole scene from the safety of the nearby barracks building and wasn’t quite certain what to make of it all. The exit he had taken from the dungeons moments ago didn’t...

((Bunnying approved))

For a moment, Victor Callahan thought that he was surely going to die. The jig was up, the bluff hadn’t paid off and he was all out of chips, staring into the eyes of his...

Victor Callahan often used to daydream of being awoken from slumber by a gentle caress of a loved one. There was something magical in that perfect time between deep slumber and awakening, something...

There was only so much punishment that a body could take, even Victor’s. Despite being hardened by years of fighting in the pits of Corone, despite his consciousness holding on by a thread made of...

The Gun Katas can really be either an ability or a skill depending on how you read it. I listed it under skills, but if it's counted as an ability I understand. Also, I took about about 20 bullets of...

Level 6 updates are in RED, updating to 3.0 from like level 3 if I'm not mistaken

Basic Information:

Name: Victor “Padre” Callahan
Age: 36
Hair: Dark brown, nearly black, shortly trimmed,...

((Jumping ahead of Dirks because Sei threw three things at me and I need to react before I'm overwhelmed. I hope you guys don't mind))

Two things occurred to Victor Callahan, even as he...

Victor wasn’t aware how much time passed until he willed himself back to his feet. Could’ve been seconds. Could’ve been hours. Pain had a nasty way of distorting time, making a minute seem like...

Usually, gunning people down boiled down to prioritizing your targets. Victor had been in countless shitstorms where his foes came at him with sticks and swords and spears and shields, and the most...

((Though this technically happens in the Streets, I’m posting it here because Max is here and he’s my target))

His fingers were itchy, the palm of the hand holding Aicha sweaty by now. He took the...

If you could, you wouldn’t be running with tail between your legs, hero, Victor thought as the oh-so-legendary Silence Sei made his getaway almost as soon as he made his presence known to his...

((Victor arrives from the Tavern))

They landed in a tangle of limbs and wood and glass, Victor exhaling a painful grunt as they hit the porch with enough force to knock the breath out of his...

Victor never got a chance to see if the shot found his quarry.

Not that he was missing much if it did. The gunslinger had witnessed the result of his gunfire enough times to know what was usually...

Victor half expected to see Sei standing in the doorway, looking at the gunman with that faux righteousness in his eyes that all quasi heroes sported these days, their patented I’m-better-than-you...