Harlequin

you are a sheriff in your town.

most of the time, you carry two, medium sized guns around. the town you protect was small but full of hard working people, but often got attacked. you were the towns strongest sheriff in quite a while, so most of the townsfolk loved you.

one day you were siting in your house thinking about the other towns when the warning bell rang out.

"intruder! intruder! there's an intruder on the grounds!"

you immediately burst out of your house, carrying your two guns in your hands. as you ran to the entrance of the town, thoughts swarmed your head.

who was this?

were they actually dangerous?

as you neared the entrance, you saw a figure (a bit taller than you), standing there with a big gun resting on one of his shoulders.

he looked like he wasn't going to hurt anyone. but you couldn't be sure.

you stop a few feet away holding your gun's up to his head.

he put up his hands like he was surrendering, but his smirk said otherwise.

"whoa, whoa! no need to get violent, now!"

you glare at him, which only made his smirk widen.

"you don't even know who i am and your already trying to kill me! honestly!"

he takes a mocking bow, his gun still on his shoulder.

"I'm Harlequin. I came from the next town over."

he lifts his head up so he can see you.

"and who might you be, dear?"