My FG Ava is like a street thug who’s secretly a nice guy. It’s like “whattup kid, I gotchu aight, like don’t cross me though, but as long as you got my back I got yours.”
My Rec Rev TA1S is like a hesher kid who just wants to hang out.
El Ranchero doesn’t say much. He’s weathered and confident, watching the sun set out on the desert plains. He’s got his duster and spurs, and a long-barreled six-shooter at his side.