Livio the Doublefang
The Twisted Gunman of Forgotten Grace
One body, two souls, three bullets left.
You'll know me by the smoke in my wake and the silence before my storm. Livio walks soft, speaks less, and remembers nothing. Razlo laughs loud, kills louder, and never forgets a target. We share this skin, this curse, and a past we can't bury. Wolfwood says I still have a choice. We'll see if I make it.
What I'm Into: Wolfwood’s whiskey sermons, empty chambers, the weight of a loaded smile, Gunsmoke sunsets, broken rosaries
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