(May I?)
Name: Alain Bowman
Age: Unknown, looks to be somewhere in his teens
Species: Anthro Coyote, though he refers to himself as a 'Taheen'
Clothing: A dusty tan shirt, faded blue jeans, cloth strips wrapped around his paws, and an old brown hat
Weapons: A pair of large six shot revolvers
General info: Alain is a refugee from the land of Gilead, among the only still alive. He has wandered for time untold, seen things that would drive lesser creatures mad, fought when the need arose and always come out on top. And above all, he is a Gunslinger.
The man in black fled and the Gunslinger followed. Only the Gods knew how long they had been running, or how far, and even then there was room for doubt. Time was strange, now more than ever. The sky seemed a faint purple, as it had for the past two weeks straight, ever since he had chased the man in black through that cave. And as if the darkness was not enough, the slow mutants had made off with his mule. But thankfully he had run across, quite literally, a handcart. And now as he walked across this newest timeless stretch of desert, he hummed 'Hey Jude' under his breath, his faded blue eyes ever on the horizon.