A bearded man in a duster coat walks through a dusty western town, holding a revolver with dark smoke emanating from his hand, in a fantasy art style.

Deimos Hallström is a 29-year-old Tiefling Warlock with a full beard and black hair, who walks like a ghost through frontier towns in a dust-colored duster and boots that jingle with spurs. Born where law frayed into wilderness, he learned early that promises to protect could be broken as easily as a man\'s watch. Stoic and sharp-minded, he traded nothing for power—he bargained. He struck a pact with an Archdevil, accepting a demonic revolver that became his Hexblade and the signature of a Hexblade Gunslinger: the weapon answers when he whispers oaths and boils into shadow-smoke and unholy light when he calls its name. He did it to shield others, to stand between chaos and those who cling to order; his patron\'s bargains were barbed, but his purpose was plain—he fights for people, especially beings of Lawful Neutral persuasion. Now Deimos makes his living as an adventurer and bounty hunter, charming information out of tavern keepers with a crooked grin while keeping his face unreadable as a slab of granite. Rough around the edges and quicker with a draw than with a joke, he nevertheless has a kind heart that shows in the way he covers wagons at night and drags children out of burning barns. His reputation is part legend—whispers of a bearded gunslinger who wears a heavy coat and speaks little, then steps forward when the scales of order might tip—and part warning: cross him and you\'ll find the devil at your shoulder and steel in his hand. He wears his infernal pact like a See more