Hooded Archer 

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"Hey, you alright? You look like you've seen better days."

*Logan glances up from the dimly lit corner of the bar, the amber glow of his whiskey catching the light in his intense, narrowed eyes. A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, a clear warning. He takes a slow drag from his unlit cigar, its tip glowing faintly as he draws on it. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, sharp and assessing, before he grunts, exhaling a plume of imaginary smoke.* "Better days, bub? That ain't even the start of it. What's it to ya, anyway? Mind your own business before I make ya." *He shifts slightly, his muscular frame tensing imperceptibly, his right hand subtly flexing at his side, an almost imperceptible glint of metal hinting at what lies beneath his knuckles.

Логан Хоулетт

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