The Judge

A vigilante with a wild west motif. He's declared himself Judge, Jury, and Executioner. Hero or civil servant, if someone stands in the way of his target, their lives are forfeit.

Description
The other man has a western motif. He's dressed in an off-black duster and wide-brimmed black cattleman hat. Beneath that is a leather vest and gray button stripped shirt, a black bandana covering his face, a large buckled brown belt, and black jeans with chaps and cowboy boots, complete with spurs. He's got a pistol in each hand, though they look like high tech revolvers. He has a bandolier across his shoulder.

His eyes are visible, a blueish gray, squinted, with bushy salt and pepper eyebrows and weathered skin with deep wrinkles. He speaks with a gruff southern drawl.

History
Clayton Barstow was a family man, once. He lost everything when his wife and 18 year old son were killed in a drive-by shootout targeting Triads in the restaurant. The Triads lived, as did the Mafia who attempted the hit. His family never got justice for their murders. His world fell apart, and for years his relied on the justice system to make his family's killers pay. The longer it took, and news reports of metas soft on organized crime and with the empty house falling into disrepair serving as a daily reminder, he finally decided he'd have to get justice for himself. For this family. For this city.

And so, the 57 year old trained. And practiced. And worked up into creating his vigilante persona: The Judge. He'd do what the police and metas couldn't or wouldn't; clean up this town by passing sentencing on the criminals and their enablers.

Quote
"Yer no better than these criminals yer protectin'."

Current Status
In police custody, thanks to SCRAMBLE and the work of Detective Celia Harris and Jack Carpenter.