The Silver Eyed Bandit

He came. Leaving havoc and corpses where ever he rode. Fighting dozens of men at once but leaving it bearing no scars and clean as he started. The law could never find him, though they were practically an army; and in the midst of his wake, more outlaws appeared from the shadows.

Then, he went. The chaos stopped abruptly, the bodies and blood. Never seen again, authorities looked everywhere and failed to find him. Of course, as mysterious as a man he was, the law didn't even know what he looked like. His face unknown, his dark cloak, and the most dominating aura a man could ever have was all anyone knew. But it is said that before he disappeared, once he rode away into night, if you looked hard enough that you could see it.

Silver eyes.