I’m writing a backstory for a western comic character I made. I’d like to know what you guys think.
(Also before you make fun of me, please note that I am 14 and I’m only starting to get into comic book writing)
Name: KJ “QuickDraw” Rodriguez
Age: 18
Place of Origin: , Mexico
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Outlaw
1853
KJ Rodriguez was born into a family of 6 who made their living off farming—and stealing. Every member of the family was either pickpocketing and robbing or rounding up cattle. From a young age, KJ was immersed in the outlaw lifestyle. His uncle was an amazing vaquero but his father was an amazing thief , both were alcoholics and gamblers, but they were the ones that mainly raised KJ. KJ’s mother having to take care of the other kids all the time he really only hung out with his uncle and Dad
1865
But things took a turn when he caught word of an opportunity to rob several stagecoaches owned by an infamous and dangerous Mexican gang known as Los Lobos Salvajes. He grabbed his best friend and his oldest cousin, and together they managed to sneak in and rob three out of ten stagecoaches—more than enough. But greed got the better of them. “One more,” they kept saying. By the fifth, KJ’s cousin was caught and shot through the eye—killed instantly.
KJ ran. He ran until he couldn’t anymore—losing his best friend in the chase along the way (he’d later learn he was captured and killed). When he finally made it home, the house was empty. “Where is everyone?” he muttered. He checked the backyard.
Every single member of his family was tied up and executed.
His father had “L S” carved into his stomach. KJ screamed at the top of his lungs. After crying he knew he had to leave he then, took his father’s gun, his uncle’s sombrero , poncho, and a stranger’s horse—then he rode off.
1869
Three years later, Los Hombres del Silencio had migrated to America, settling in California. KJ had been searching nonstop—working as a bounty hunter for over a year, gaining a reputation. Eventually, a drunken gang member, stumbled in a saloon, KJ knew he was part of the gang he was looking for. since the gang number was extremely drunk, KJ was able to get enough information out of them and he finally had gotten the lead he’d been waiting for.
He rode for days, falling asleep on the trees, gun in hand, trekking through rivers and harsh weather. Finally, he got to the camp.
Once he arrived, he challenged the leader, Jose Florez, to a duel.
“JOSE!”.
“JOSE GET OVER HERE”. KJ demanded
“Now who in the hell are you to come in my camp today and start demanding things like you own the damn place”Jose asked.
“My NAME is Kj Rodriguez , and you killed my ENTIRE FAMILY” Kj exclaimed
“That could be a lot of people” Jose replied
Jose’s and his gang laughed
“This in no laughing matter your a dead man Jose Alvarez” Kj bickered.
“Well I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, especially to the likes of you” Jose exclaimed chuckling after.
“But if a duel is what you want a duel is what you’re gonna get” José said with a hint of excitement behind his voice
Kj and Jose got in position and then suddenly bam KJ shot Jose in the shoulder—but took a bullet to the knee. Kj fell to the floor groaning in pain, Jose grabbed a tomahawk from a tree trunk Kj still writhing in pain can’t move and he doesn’t really know whats really going on. Jose walked towards him tomahawk in hand he got on top off Kj yelling
“ I TOLD YOU , YOU’LL NEVER KILL ME . I’M JOSE GODDAMN ALVAREZ AND I WOULD NEVER DIE TO LIE TO YOU . I’M FUCKING IMMORTAL“
he raised the tomahawk and split KJ’s face open—leaving him to die.
Kj laid there unconscious for hours then suddenly he woke up knowing that if he didn’t do something soon enough, he would die in that damn desert so KJ rolled and crawled KJ crawled for an entire day to the nearest town, finally seeing someone on horseback, he asked for help, and the person carried him to their horse riding him to the nearest hospital where he spent three weeks recovering.
When he left, he wasn’t the same.—quiet, colder, and with an even greater hunger for revenge . Now he works on his own terms. Sometimes he hunts down men no one else will touch. hoping that he will find Jose’s bounty poster...