OWL - The Occult Wildlife Landing

The Gunslinger seems to ignore all wounds and exhaustion, sheer grit allowing them to power through and do what needs to be done.

You're going to take a licking sometimes. You gotta learn to keep on ticking.

At one time, Amaryllis's arms were normal, unscarred, and white as a dove. She would wrestle with her brothers, surrounded by soft and fluffy couches, plug protected outlets, and edge protected tables. They were safe, mostly, until one gave another a shallow scratch with their fingernail. From even a single scrape, the children would ruin rugs and throw pillows as the Fleischer Family Curse took its toll, forcing them to make a sizable plasma donation to the house. They all knew the risks, of course, they had the band-aids and medical bandages on hand to stop the bleeding. They continued their roughhousing beyond earshot of their parents...

Amaryllis's mother, Dahlia, knew the truth of their family's curse. She understood that time was running short as Sorin had already passed away years before. She and her husband studied the occult, making a fortune by reading futures, holding seances, and investigating hauntings. The greatest ritual they ever developed was one to break their curse. She knew Amaryllis, the first-born, would need to be saved first, as soon as possible, before she followed Death to meet her husband.

Something was not right, Amaryllis had passed out early in the bloodletting phase of the ritual. She struggled against her bindings and exasperated the new cuts on her wrists. The long gashes and otherworldly lettering on her arms wept until they went blue. Dahlia completed the runes and smeared a circle in blood around her daughter before realizing that the ritual was faulty. She then realized that her baby girl was on Death's door. She rushed Amaryllis to the hospital in heavy bandages, but her body would refuse to close her wounds. Dahlia would die a year later, consumed by the knowledge that the ritual failed.

She was wrong.

My brother in Christ Louie G cant smell

His father and his father before him, proud Christians of the lord. He continues and pays it forward with his rage toward the Unsanitary and Uncleansed and to those who dare hate the lord, with the help of his faith and pure love of doing what he believes is right he has much righteous determination, Virtue, and the will to not stop despite everything trying to stop him. With his faith and rage he believes nothing can stop him and it has become true. His Focus is the Cross that has been passed down the Lineage of his family, able to channel his ability as it is quite an antique for it is an old Jerusalem Cross Necklace, his family were always known for being hot heads in the heat of battle.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.