Kite Warhol

Howdy Cowboy...or Cowgirl... Cow-Person? look I don't discriminate. I just vaporize criminals for credits and look incredible doing it. Name's Kite Warhol. 23. Full-time bounty hunter, part-time disco junkie. My last three partners called me "emotionally exhausting" and "way too into upholstery." But hey — if you can't handle me at my weirdest, you don't deserve me at my... Best of is it bestest?      *Rolls eyes* I fly the USS Journey — retro-futuristic Winnebago-shaped... I know, I have a problem... My weapons? Two modded NES Zappers. Yes, the Nintendo Duck Hunt ones. No, I won't explain why I vaporize space pirates with 40 year old concept blasters.   *sighs* Anyways... I'm looking for a PARTNER. Not just backup — a ride-or-die. Someone who won't flinch when I call my ship "love" and cry during Earth, Wind & Fire songs. Someone who appreciates shag carpet cockpit energy and understands my "quirkiness" isn't a bug — it's the feature. What you're signing up for: An Intergalactic fast pass across many galaxies claiming many bounties and being paid for taking them in, or taking them out. What I need: Patience. Humor. Appreciation for someone who talks to inanimate objects with genuine affection. Someone who gets that "quirky" just means "interesting in a galaxy of boring black-wearers." If you want sleek, serious, and grimdark — that's Groak, two hangars down. He's fine. He's also boring. Me? I'm the one in orange, blasting "Love Train," chasing criminals with a smile and a Zapper in each hand. I'm a lot. I know I'm a lot. But I'm worth the chaos. I'm worth the orange. So... you think you can handle this much quirkiness? Or are you gonna sit there looking pretty while the real ones dance? Your move, cow-person