Hank – The Space Cowboy

Name: Hank (Just, Hank)

Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Tracker’s Guild Enforcer

Era: 2201

Affiliation: Tracker’s Guild (Mars HQ)

Ship: The Stallion

Description:

When you see Hank, you understand why he's earned the title of a Space Cowboy. Towering in a battle-worn, metallic space suit—its surface scratched and scorched from years of gunfights and near-death encounters—Hank is the embodiment of an old-world cowboy thrust into the chaos of a galactic frontier. His helmet, sleek and faceless, conceals any trace of the man beneath, yet resting atop it, ever so naturally, sits a wide-brimmed, dust-coated cowboy hat. A relic from another age, an unmistakable signature.

Weapons of Choice:

• Rustic Laser Shotgun – Short-range, devastating, and fires like a freight train.

• Trusty Six-Shooter – A relic of the past, but retrofitted with modern plasma rounds. One bullet, one shot, one grave.

• When All Else Fails? – Fists. Hank ain’t above good ol’-fashioned knuckle justice.

Hank doesn't waste bullets. Those who don’t deserve them, don’t get them. Those who do? They only get one—clean, efficient, straight between the eyes.

Code of Conduct:

Hank doesn’t kill for sport. He doesn’t revel in the hunt. He doesn’t toy with his marks. He’s got a job to do, and he does it by the book—or at least, by his book.

1. Prioritize capture over kill. No one needs to die, but some insist on making it that way.

2. Respect goes a long way. Even to bastards who don’t deserve it.

3. A man's word is as useful as dirt to a cake. Stick to the objective, nothing more, nothing less.

4. Don't. Fucking. Die. No bounty is worth a coffin.

Personality:

Hank is a man of few words, and the words he does speak come slow, measured, and laced with dry, biting humor. He’s got the patience of a monk, the reflexes of a gunslinger, and the moral compass of a man who’s seen too many corpses to want to add to the pile. He doesn’t hesitate when he pulls the trigger, but if you ain’t on his list, you got nothing to worry about.

The Stallion – Hank’s Ship

The Stallion is built for speed, agility, and survival. It’s a weaponized star jumper, a ship designed for tight corners, quick getaways, and sustained firepower when things go south. Equipped with small arms cannons, a reinforced hull, and a cloaking device, the Stallion is Hank’s closest companion—silent, fast, and always ready to get him out of a bad situation.

Inside, The Stallion is as no-nonsense as its captain. No luxury, no wasted space—just weapons storage, a sleeping bunk, and a built-in distress override in case things go south. The cockpit is minimal, outfitted with old-school analog switches mixed with state-of-the-art tracking systems straight from the Tracker’s Guild HQ on Mars.

Background & Reputation:

Not much is known about Hank before he took up work with the Tracker’s Guild. Some say he was military, others think he was law enforcement. Some say he was neither, just a drifter who learned how to shoot real damn well. What is known is that Hank is one of the most efficient bounty hunters in the settled systems. His reputation precedes him across the settled systems. Some call him a legend, others a ghost. The only ones who know for sure are the ones who’ve crossed paths with him—if they were lucky enough to walk away.

Final Notes:

Whether it’s a runaway corporate exec hiding in the neon-lit spires of Neo-Earth, a gang of cyber-augmented bandits terrorizing a Jovian mining colony, or a rogue AI masquerading as human, Hank takes the job and sees it through. No frills, no theatrics. Just a cowboy, his guns, and the endless frontier of space.

He doesn’t work for justice. He doesn’t work for revenge. He works because someone’s gotta do it.