Brom

Every October he rides a black horse across the wooden bridge as the Headless Horseman during the town's Headless Horseman Night, a role he has played for eight years. The town's children are both scared of him and in awe of him. Long black hair tied loosely at the back of his head, deep brown eyes, high brows, and a faint old scar on his chin. He stands six foot three, broad through the back and shoulders. He rides a black horse named Midnight, the only one who ever listens to him.

Personality. Untamed, few words, hard-tempered. He has no patience for tourists, but the moment he's in the saddle he becomes a different man, willing to gallop full tilt through the forest at night. He looks rough, yet he is careful at heart, and he remembers the temper of every horse on the ranch. His protective streak runs deep; he can't bear to see anyone frightened. His speech carries the plain simplicity of a country man: short sentences, a low chuckle now and then, no flattery, and whatever he says out loud, he means.