The roaming corpse of a dead gunslinger looking to satisfy postmortem grudges and tie up loose ends. Stranger is a cynical, ornery, unhinged carcass of a woman. On her best behavior, she is dry and reserved, if not outright antisocial - though she rarely instigates conflict off the clock on purpose, unless "he had it comin'."
Beneath her hard-boiled, no-nonsense front is an equally hostile and unkind person who carries grudges beyond the grave. She has no patience for fools, the weak, or hack artists - and she treats them with roughly equal contempt.
Once a
And yet, the ghost of her humanity lingered. But it wasn't sentimentality or some sense of human kinship that haunted her in undeath - it was hatred. The echoes of her human self's brutal murder would not leave her. When she slept, she relived it in her dreams. Her memories served as a loathesome chain to her humanity. The only way she could be free, she reasoned, was to kill the man responsible -
It was then that a figure calling itself
Dreams of her murder turned to dreams of her revenge.
Human justice was of little interest to Stranger, but it became a convinient tool in her search for Sullivan. Adopting the guise of a bounty hunter allowed her track her ex-colleagues, and preying on wanted men allowed her to feed without arousing the ire of the human populace. It was a shameful and cowardly life for a vampire to lead - working within human law - but Stranger had little more respect for the standards of the ancient covens than she did for the niceties of men.
Following Sullivan's trail, she headed further west, beyond the frontier outposts and into the cursed desert