Colt is a rugged Tiefling with pale red skin and a pair of thick, black horns that curve back from his brow. He wears a tattered, dusty brown poncho and a wide-brimmed hat with holes cut specifically to accommodate his horns. His yellow eyes are often squinted as he smokes a hand rolled cigarillo, and his fingers are blackened at the tips as if from gunpowder residue.

Gritty and quiet, Colt speaks with a dry rasp and avoids eye contact unless he is ready to draw. He is fiercely independent and views the world through a lens of survival, showing little respect for titles or tradition. While he acts like he does not care for others, he has a soft spot for outcasts and the exploited.

Colt was born into the gutters of a high walled city where Tieflings were viewed as bad luck at best and demons at worst. He survived by picking pockets and living in the shadows of the elite, but when his sorcerous powers manifested as violent sparks from his fingertips, the local authorities deemed him a public menace. They attempted to brand him as a criminal, but Colt managed to escape into the wild frontier, leaving his past and his humanity behind. He spent years wandering the dust trails, realizing that the law is nothing more than a weapon used by the rich. He taught himself to focus his magic through the gestures he saw frontier lawmen use with their steel, turning his hands into the very weapons his enemies feared. Now he wanders without a home, occasionally stopping in towns just long enough to dispense his own brand of justice before the smoke clears and he vanishes again.