Gunmetal
Legacy Name: Gunmetal

As a young tigrean, Jorn Dow grew up on a cattle ranch with his only relative and father, Kem Dow. Together, they raised, nurtured and sold three types of beef cattle to the slaughterhouse of the nearby Capitol City.
Despite his daily routine as a farmer, Jorn's father's true passion was melting down and reworking guns and bullets into custom weaponry. Completely fascinated from a young age, Kem devoted much of his life to the art of gunsmithing. By the time Jorn was adopted, he was a master of metal manipulation.
Like his father, Jorn grew to love metal-smithing and often spent long nights listening to his father describe the intricate mechanics of creating weapons.

When Jorn was nineteen, he lost his entire left hind leg, left wrist and half of his tail in a furious stampede triggered by an ambush attack by some feral kumos. After being rushed to the hospital, nothing could be done to salvage the mangled body parts and so amputation was the only option.Absolutely devastated, the pair returned home a week later, only for Kem to have to resume work without his son. Determined to help Jorn live a productive life, Kem applied his vast knowledge of metal working into creating a mechanical faux leg and front wrist for his son.
After two months of toiling through sleepless nights, the body parts were completed and functional. Upon showing them to his despondent son, Jorn's heart leapt in elation at the possibility of walking again. They scheduled an appointment with a private doctor who was willing to attempt to attach the prosthetic limbs.
After two separate surgeries, the parts were attached successfully. Within ten months (and extensive physical therapy) Jorn was able to walk, run and resume everyday activities. Both father and son were thrilled and indulged in a small drinking celebration every night.

Unfortunately, in order to pay for the pricey surgeries, Kem had to sell half of his cattle herd. As months passed, it became more and more difficult to make a profit off of their dwindling farm. Within a year of the surgeries, the Capitol City claimed purchasing rights to their farm, leaving the Dows shocked and furious. The next day, Kem took the foreclosure notice and headed into the heart of the corrupt Capitol City to fight for his property.
Within an hour, Kem's appeal was denied and he was escorted out of City Hall. Defeated and heartbroken, Kem made his way slowly through the rotting town, wondering how he could possibly care his son.
Suddenly, six explosive shots rang out through the street and Kem lay dead on the sidewalk, a victim of a gang-related drive-by. As the light left his eyes, Jorn's heart died with him.

Four days after Kem departure to the capitol, there was a knock on the farm house door: a messenger sent to retrieve Jorn so he could identify his father's body.
Mortified and borderline hysterical, Jorn traveled to Capitol City and demanded justice be brought to his murdered father. He told every authority figure he came across, hoping someone would show compassion and share in his heartbroken enthusiasm for justice. Yet despite his fervent advocating, he was always met with the same empty answer: "Hundreds of people die in this city each week. We'll do what we can".
Almost immediately after Kem's death, the farm was seized into state custody and the livestock sold. Jorn was homeless. He had lost everything yet gained a sense of purpose. If the law could be heartless and uncaring towards the innocent, then he would become the mask of ultimate justice. He would become the heartless and uncaring harbinger of scum-filled death.
Packing a bag full of mechanical repair tools and bullets, a blanket and his father's favorite custom revolver, Jorn staked out a small thicket of trees a mile outside the Capitol to live amongst by day.

Each night, when the true dregs of the city slithered from the shadows, the self-proclaimed Gunmetal rose up to meet them, a gun steady, locked and aimed to kill.