Comedian/Six-Shot ((done in 1 day)) ((TW for uh... alluded rape))

Title: Comedian/Six-shot
Full Name: Luurth Iprame
Nickname(s): Comedian, SickShot ((The latter is a mishearing of Six-shot))
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Five foot nine and 184 pounds
Age: 11.54 sweeps ((Roughly 25 human years))
Physical appearance: The Six-Shot likes to keep his style simple, and is very reminiscent of one of Earth's western movie heroes. His hair is medium-length and swept back behind his ears, save for his bangs, which he brushes to the left side of his face. His horns begin at the side of his head, around where the human temple would be, and bend backwards until they come back to the point where they started, where they continue straight forward, ending in a sharp point, save for the left one, which is blunt. A smirk almost always adorns his face. Before I move on to clothing, there is one more thing to note - He has a brand on the left side of his neck, one of a triskelion ((although with an altered history pertaining to other ancestors, this brand can be changed))

For clothing, he wears a black Stetson atop his head, as well as a black leather duster, kept open, with a black shirt underneath. Pinned to the left side of his duster is a little metal version of his symbol, similar to a sheriff or deputy's badge.  He wears a cyan handkerchief tied around his neck ((although the brand still shows)) with needlessly long back-ends. He keeps his shirt tucked into his pants, which are cyan, and keeps the shirt in place by means of a black belt with three holsters - Two at the hip and one at the front. He also wears black boots that come halfway up his lower leg.
Personality: There's a reason he's called the Comedian - Not because he's particularly funny, but because he almost always has a snarky response. Commonly referred to as a "Wise guy", he's full of quick snaps at pretty much anything and everybody.

Though that's not to say he's a complete and utter douchebag. And that's not to say that he's an extremely nice guy. He's mostly out for himself and having fun by whatever means necessary. He's neither above or below deceit and trickery. He does what he has to do to survive and to keep himself going.

He's a firm believer in the fact that chaos and entropy rule everything, and lives by it - He's a wild and free soul, and will do his best to sever any ties he has to someone, unless they are within his perceived "Area of Acceptable Trolls". To be come one, you essentially have to be wild and free as well.

This can be rather difficult, though, since he holds one hell of a grudge. If he feels you've wronged him or one of his friends, he will hunt you down, fighting until his last breath to make you pay or admit sorrow and regret.

He doesn't really buy into the whole hemospectrum thing, but he doesn't oppose it either. He tries to make sure it doesn't affect him, although that's not something that can be guaranteed, since others may view the hemospectrum differently and, depending on their views, treat him differently.

He's brimming with self-confidence and it takes quite a bit to keep him down. His heart and mind are always ablaze with ambition, and the inferno will blaze until it is ultimately smothered, leaving him broken inside. He hopes this never happens, though.

Typing Quirk/Color: "0n3 0f th3s3 days i'm g01ng t0 3nd up in a n00se, sw1ng1ng fr0m th3 gaLL0ws. but untiL th3n, i r0am."
Blood color: Cyan, on par with Terezi's teal
Symbol: Three triangles in a circle, connected at the tip of all three, with a single dot in the middle. ((Basically, a Triforce where each triangle is slightly rotated with a dot in the middle.))
Lusus: Large emperor scorpion

Strengths: Great pistol accuracy, confidence in himself and his abilities, agile and dextrous.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence in himself and his abilities, low physical strength, tries his best not to be tethered to anything.
Fears/Insecurities: Funnily enough, he doesn't quite fear death - He embraces it, yet feels like he should spit in it's face. What he does fear, though, is how he'll die - The three highest are drowning, suffocation, and being hanged. He also fears that he'll get a matesprit or kismesis that will tie him down and prevent him from being free.
Likes: Revolvers, playing an acoustic guitar, doing whatever the hell he wants, freedom
Dislikes: Being tied down or having any sort of connection to anybody, having his spirit broken

God Tier Title: Heir of Hope
Alt. Knight of Breath
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Revolverkind ((both double and single action, he is capable of dual-wielding double action revolvers.))
Psionic Power: Low-grade telekinesis, only 50 pounds can be lifted. ((usually only used to speed-load his revolvers))

History: The Six-Shot has something of a history among other trolls. A chaotic neutral being, he's known for just about everything he can do. The kindest acts of compassion and the coldest acts of brutality both come from him. Because of his wild nature, it's hard to really give him a history - He doesn't speak much about the past either.

What he will say is that he spent a while travelling alone, doing odd jobs to keep himself sustained, or thieving when he couldn't get payed enough. He also spend a good while roughing it, giving him an edge on knowing what you can and can't eat.

His highest-ranking act of both cruelty and kindness go hand-in-hand. It is quite a tale.

The Six-Shot was once requested in his travels to find another troll's stolen amulet, given to her by her matesprit, and would be rewarded with some food and a place to stay the night. He agreed, and went out into the dust of the desert to track down the thief.

Little did he know, the thief was a local nuisance with a large gang of other trolls to follow her orders. An olive blood by the title of The Vicious - So named because she was essentially an outlaw and had very few qualms about anything. Nearing the building where they were believed to be hiding out, he was knocked unconscious by a blow to the head via a rifle butt.

When he awoke, he was tied up and the henchmen of The Vicious and she herself were there, ready to, pardon my French, beat the motherfucking shit out of him. This began with a red-hot iron, the end beaten into the shape of the symbol of the Vicious ((a triskelion, as you could likely guess)) pressed into his neck.

The Vicious took a special liking to him though, and kept him around for a sweep or so as her black lover-prisoner, although he didn't share the same feelings - Rather, he absolutely despised her. He was often doing physical labor for her and her gang, and they utilized his telekinesis whenever he would get too tired to continue. He also did things that he refuses to speak about.

It took him a while, but he eventually managed to sneak one of his revolvers back with him into his and her room. Being chained to the wall during the time in which they would sleep, he shot the chain off, which alerted her, but apparently nobody else. He grabbed her by the head and smashed it into the wall until there was a pool of olive blood underneath her and she no longer drew breath.

From there, he began a full-on assault on the compound he was being held in. He one-man-army'd it up in that bitch and took all of his things back, making sure that he didn't outright kill anybody, and rather, left them to bleed out or die from their wounds. Some, he shattered their kneecaps and elbows and threw them in the pit he was forced to dig.

He also found the amulet that he was searching for when he got into that mess. When all was said and done he returned the amulet back to it's rightful owner. She was glad that it was back, but asked why it took so long. He told her the story, and she offered much more in compensation for his trouble, but he refused, saying that "1 want t0 m0ve 0n and f0rg3t th1s 3v3r happ3n3d. y0u have a g00d day n0w." with a tip of his Stetson and continued on with his wandering, a mental scar and a physical scar of his brand.

((History can be altered to fit the ancestors of a troll in a roleplay, but this is the default.))

Other: Both Comedian and Six-Shot refer to him. His official title is Six-Shot but some accept Comedian as his title.
When he fires a revolver, he does a quick flip of the gun, taking roughly a second. When dual-wielding double actions, he'll fire left and then right, followed by throwing both in the air and catching them with the other hand. This takes a second and a half.

Very much inspired by Novakids from Starbound. Mostly just the western aesthetic, though. ((I actually wrote a lot of this while listening to the Novakid theme ))

this motherfucker is done, yo.

Six-Shot is accepted. :)

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