The Scavengers
Edward J Jorgenson for Wei-Ming
A young man with a bounty born from the Mòshuǐ Yì (inked one), a race of Tamian's with the ability to shape out any ink that is carved into their skin. He's a sly one with a certain mischievous glint in his eye and a smirk stretching ear to ear. He enjoyed causing all sorts of chaos for his own enjoyment, whether it has consequences or not. Whenever he speaks, he always has a snide and cocky tone. Most would think him still a snotty brat because of this attitude.
He snickers before letting out a dreamy sigh as he watches people scatter away from a stink bomb he had dropped upon the town square. In this moment, he's merely talking to himself. "Look at 'em! They're kinda cute when they run around like little bugs... Get a good whiff, little guys. 'Cuz that's all you'll be smellin' for the next few months!" He lets out uproarious laughter after his comment.
He clicks his tongue, trying to cover up his annoyance with a playful tone after his attack was blocked. "Smart girl, aren'tcha? Using bullets to block my shots." He takes a moment of silence to grin to himself, gathering up his ink into a ball. "But, tell me... can they block a big one!?"
