Kaelin Darkhaven rides the blood-soaked trails of the frontier, hunting the Red Vultures — the outlaw gang that murdered his daughter and burned his life to the ground. With his twin revolvers and loyal horse Greta, Kaelin leaves a trail of bodies and broken oaths in his wake. Each lead drags him deeper into a web of lawless towns, crooked lawmen, and a growing war led by the gang’s ruthless leader, Jeb “Blackjaw” Malrow. He’s not after justice — he’s after revenge. And he won’t stop until every Vulture falls.

Likes: Greta – His loyal mustang and only remaining connection to his past. He treats her like family, often talking to her like she’s human. Quiet Sunsets – After a long ride or a bloody shootout, Kaelin finds peace watching the horizon blaze with color. Strong Whiskey – The only thing that dulls the pain for a while. Well-Oiled Guns – He takes meticulous care of his firearms. Cleaning them is almost a ritual. Campfire Coffee – Bitter, black, and made over an open flame. It's not about the taste — it's about the memory. Justice – Even if it’s the hard kind. He believes some men need killing. Old Maps – He collects hand-drawn maps of the frontier, tracing trails others have forgotten. Silence – Too many words only cloud a man’s purpose. Dislikes: The Red Vultures – Every last one. Especially their leader, Jeb “Blackjaw” Malrow. Snake Oil Salesmen – Conmen, charlatans, and liars grind his nerves. Innocents Getting Hurt – He’ll step in, even if it costs him. Modernization – Railroads, industry, city folk — they feel like they’re burying the West. People Who Talk Too Much – Words are cheap. He judges by actions. Rain – It soaks his gear, spooks Greta, and turns blood to mud. Memories of His Daughter – He loves her dearly, but the memories cut deeper than any blade.