As a child he lived a few miles outside a small western town. He had a friend he would visit every day, they always said they would be outlaws when they grew up. He had made a promise to them then and intended to keep it. All was well.
One night while he was with his friend a group of infamous outlaws robbed and killed everyone in his home. By the time he returned it was too late. He swore he would find them and make them pay for what they've done.
With nothing left for him in the world besides his friend he decided now was as good a time as any to form his outlaw posse. His friend, *, was his right hand man. Together they gathered up a decent number of folks who would ride with them to the ends of the earth, robbing banks, holding up stagecoaches, etc.
For the first few years things went smoothly. After a while everyone started to have their own ideas about what they should do, some said they should head to California to target bigger banks and high up officials, some wanted to run the posse differently. # and *, who at one point had fallen in love, had now fallen out of love. Their falling out was the last straw and # snapped at them. The group disbanded and left # alone and with nothing left.
It had been a few years since the posse disbanded and # was making a fine name for himself as an outlaw. Small towns across the west knew his name and feared him. He was finally the outlaw he always wanted to be...
One night # was making a stop at some small, podunk town to rob their bank. He had attached a couple of burlap sacks of cash to his horse and was grabbing another when a group of, not very bright, folks saw _"sidekick" currently unnamed and not created_. They cornered him and stuffed him in an empty sack and tied it closed. He wasn't very welcome in town, bullied by some folks, the usual sad side-kick story. # didn't notice, so when the sheriff and his group came to stop him he rode off with them, only noticing them as he was almost trailing them behind his horse cause the bag ripped. This is where our story begins so I'll leave the rest for later on! (if I ever actually make the comic ;>; )
- He adores his horse, it's been with him since he started his group. He stole it from a coral in some old town when it was just him and *. He's taught it some tricks, but the horse is smart on its own.
- Even if he's in a town with wanted posters of him plastered everywhere, he will sit down in a saloon for a drink.
- He is highly skilled with a gun, but he's also highly skilled with knives and lassos. He's a pretty good fighter with his fists as well.
- It takes a lot for him to open up to anyone anymore. He has another usual sad protag story.
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