This is basically Dorothy’s first encounter with Fowler. So what happened was that after a very, very shy Dorothy met Faceless, Showdown, Lorelei, Penny, Banker and Doc Carver was when she started to gain a bit more confidence around the Valley, but that confidence of hers was short-lived as Fowler had seen her in town. And because Dorothy hadn’t gained many friends she was left wondering around the Valley on her own to get used to the town by herself. It was only then that Dorothy saw Fowler following her which made her feel nervous so she tries to find somewhere she could hide only for Dorothy to have walked into a dead end and Fowler corner her. She shook a little bit and tried to avoid eye contact with the wolf hunter only for her to hear the click of a gun before her gaze was finally brought to Fowler who held a shotgun in his hand. “since when did they let wolves into the Valley? I thought that you’d be off with your pack...” the wolf hunter said through his teeth. But, Dorothy felt a bit offended, she wasn’t exactly a wolf but...she wouldn’t call herself a dog either. ”w-well...I’m not e-exactly a w-w-wolf..., I-I’m more o-of a-” but before she could finish her sentence the older male interrupted, “I don’t care! you look one of them so you are one of them...” Dorothy decided then and there to keep her words to herself, not wanting to spark any sort of argument with the elder puppet. She saw him, looking her up and down before scoffing, “your pretty small for a female, and a lot less...feral” Dorothy’s ears began to droop and her tail curl between her legs. Dorothy had no idea what the wolf hunter was planning to do to her as her gem turned to light purple color. The wolf hunter stared down at the small dog-wolf and could see the fear in her eyes, she didn’t seem like the type of “wolf” to attack someone without reason like anything other wolf he had came across. As the wolf hunter continue to stare down at her, Dorothy felt a feeling if discomfort as that stare reminded her of something from her past life...and she didn’t like it, she felt her heart race from the fear lurking within her. She began scooting to the side little by little, trying to make sure that the older male didn’t catch on to what she was doing. As Dorothy slowly maneuvered her way around the wolf hunter, her eyes darted out the side. She scanned the area, trying to find the quickest way to get out of the area. “isn’t that such a shame, your out here on your own, and it looks like your don’t have any defenses either” Dorothy’s breath hitched as she felt the wolf hunter move dangerously close to her. Then, without a warning, the wolf hunter went to grab her... only for the dog-wolf to dash out the side and make a run for it. “HEY!” the wolf hunter shouted as he gave chased. *”I-I need to get out of here! I don’t want him catching me!”* Dorothy thought before suddenly hearing the wolf hunter’s shotgun go off, the bullet merely missing her. A few more bullets were fired at her as the older male chased her down, “GET BACK HERE!” the wolf hunter yelled, his voice echoed from behind Dorothy as she had began a outrun the older male. Dorothy’s fear slowly faded as she had finally spotted a exit in the form of a hole in a wall, *”yes! yes! YES!”* the dog-wolf began to pick up more speed. But, also she was even close enough to reach the door, a bullet had been fired right in front of her feet from above on her left side, spooking her and causing to fall flat onto her face. The wolf hunter stopped for a minute, looking to where the bullet was fired and spots a male not much younger than him, he gives him a wicked smile. “thanks, Vernon” the wolf hunter shouted up at the other male while the slightly younger male gives him the thumbs up. Then, as Dorothy began to pick herself up another bullet from above was fired at her again, causing to drop back down, the wolf hunter laughed at her reaction. Quickly, the wolf hunter make his way over to the small dog-wolf who was attempting to get back up before grabbing a hold of her arm tightly. Dorothy yelped as she felt the wolf hunter grab a hold of her before she was pulled towards him, the muzzle of the gun he held pressing against Dorothy’s throat. “you...you really think I didn’t have backup? I know all you disgusting wolves...trying to outrun me because you think I’m old and weary!” the grip on Dorothy’s arm tighten to the point where she could feel a shooting pain going up and down her arm and shoulder. Dorothy felt her wood crack as her arm was being crushed under the pressure of the older male’s hand, then one of the wolf hunter’s torn boot came down onto her tail and pressed the heel of his boot down. The dog-wolf cried out as pain rushed from her tail all the way to her back and spine, the wolf hunter laughed. “aww...it hurts, does it?” the older male chuckled, suddenly his foot came back up only to come back down onto Dorothy’s tail twice as hard, Dorothy cried out once more as pain rushed from her tail to her back and spine, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. The wolf hunter noticed this, narrowing his eyes and give her a wicked smile as he grounded his foot against her tail, tears dripped down the dog-wolf’s face as she was in too much pain to struggle and too afraid to protest. Dorothy then held and felt the gun click, “well, now that your arm and tail are probably busted ...guess it’s time to put you out of your misery.” The older puppet had his finger on the trigger, the poor dog-wolf knew she was done as she accepted her fate then and there. She didn’t try to fight, she didn’t try to yell anyone. The wolf hunter’s expression dropped, he was expecting a big reaction out of her only for the dog-wolf to just...shut her eyes and lifted her neck. “c’mon...your letting me blow a hole through your neck? oh well...” the older male shrugged. Then, the wolf hunter chuckled one last time before pulling the trigger and...nothing happened. “wha...what the?” he tried to pull the trigger once more, still nothing. Again, again and again he tried to pull the trigger, but no matter how many times he did the wolf hunter couldn’t get the gun to fire. But...then he realized something, he remembered that the gun could only hold a certain amount of shells. Dorothy heard the older male growl, “OH F#CKING HELL! I’M OUT OF AMMO!” the wolf hunter knew that the only way he could reload his gun was to reach for his bullet holders. But, the only way he could possibly reach for them was to let Dorothy’s arm go which was a big risk of letting her escape...but he also realized that he had his foot on her tail so she couldn’t go anywhere anyway. That was...at least he thought. Letting go of the dog-wolf’s arm he went to reach for a few of his shotgun shells, it was only when Dorothy saw that he had his focus on grabbing his ammo that she knew he was distracted. Then, with one single blow, Dorothy suddenly knocked the gun from his hand and headbutted the wolf hunter right in the face, sending him backward. It was then that the small female had gotten her tail loose that she managed to properly pick herself back up that time despite the injury on her arm. Though he did try to kill her...she felt bad for possibly injuring the wolf hunter as she turned back to him, “I-I’m sorry if I h-hurt you...I-” she was cut off by the older male who growled, picking himself back up as he clenched his fist, he was over trying to shoot her now. The small female backed away, sensing that what she did didn’t hurt him...but it did anger him a lot. Dorothy then turned and reached for the door only for another bullet to be fired at her from above by the same male from before, causing her to jump back from the door. Then suddenly she was grabbed once again by the wolf hunter only to be thrown to the wall out of reach from the door, Dorothy shook as her back was already in enough agony as it was. It was then when Dorothy had looked back up at the older male that he was practically towering over the small female as fear began show in her eyes again. “you should have NEVER came here, wolf!” Dorothy had shown him a smile of fear as she shook, “well...you see...before...I was- uh...trying to take my leave” the dog-wolf letting out a nervous laugh, but it seemed that the wolf hunter didn’t care. All the older male wanted to do now was to put the small “wolf” through hell, “now...I’m gonna make sure that you’re dead once I’ve finished with you!” suddenly the wolf hunter punched Dorothy in the cheek, knocking her to the ground against the wall.  The small dog-wolf then felt the wolf hunter’s foot slammed into her stomach as he put all his weight down onto her, causing her to cough up blood while blood began to run down her nose. Dorothy gasped as the same arm that the wolf hunter had crushed before before harshly pulling it upward. She yelled in pain as the same part of her arm where the older male had gripped, this time the pain she had felt last time was much more agonizing the second time. Tears formed in Dorothy’s eye once more as the pain began to overwhelm her body. As Dorothy’s arm was being pulled more and more, the more Dorothy felt her arm being pulled out of her socket before finally being pulled out of place with a loud crack. The small female let out a high-pitch scream as she felt her entire arm was in complete agony before going limp and numb. Dorothy’s face contorted into something that could only be known as true terror as shock began to flow through her body. with shock throughout her body, the older male presses his foot into her stomach so hard that it cause the small dog-wolf to slowly give into the agony around her body as she slowly began to lose touch with the world around her. This gave the wolf hunter the opportunity to lean down and grab Dorothy by her neck as he tried to straggle the life out of the small dog-wolf in the state that she was in. “don’t worry...I’ll make sure to mount your head on a wall so I’ll have it to remember your death by” the older male snarled, seeing the small female’s eyes roll back into her head. He choked the small dog-wolf to where she had become unconscious as her fluffy cheek laid against the the older male’s large hand. Smiling down at Dorothy, the wolf hunter let go off the small dog’s neck to try finding a blade if he had one on him. But, once the wolf hunter did so he suddenly heard three very familiar sounding bells. It was after a few seconds that the area around him went to a grey color before finally seeing the Faceless Bandit appear right in front of him before attempting to swipe at him with his scythe, causing the older male puppet to stumble back. Once the Faceless man had done so, he spotted a very unconscious Dorothy to which he immediately went over to her. Then, before the wolf hunter could even realize what had happened both Faceless and Dorothy had disappear out of the area... “WHAT?! GRRRRR!” the wolf hunter felt is blood boil, that Faceless Bandit took the small dog-wolf within the moment he would use her head to mount on his wall. But...what the older hadn’t realized was that this wouldn’t be the first time that he would see the small female dog-wolf cross paths with him...

Here is another Showdown Bandit oc I made, his name is Bulletooth Vernon (or... just Vernon) and he is an outlaw. He is 49 years old and he makes his own bombs and dynamite, he also has a few weapons he carries around with him (like sharp blades and a couple of guns) and he carries chains around with him (very rarely though), he also has a pet black bull called Methuselah (he uses his bull to either ride around town to scare the fellow residents and also when he doesn't feel like walking, track and retrieve someone, or tracking and killing, and Vernon is the only one Methuselah will take commands from and nobody else). He has an older brother (Fowler), he is very close friends with Otto, and he has kinda fallen for Betsy (their relationship is kinda distance but they do love each other). He is about 12ft tall (so about two feet shorter then his older brother Fowler). Backstory: Vernon was a young boy who lived with his mother, father and older brother (Fowler the wolf hunter), him and his brother got along extremely well and as if they were best friends at least, both of Vernon's parents were kind souls to every puppet in the valley and they even became good friends with the sheriff of the town. All was merry until one day, a pack (12 wolves) of brown and blacks wolves puppets (these wolves stand on their back legs like Dorothy does) had scavenged through the valley, stealing money, food and other supplies while killing other innocent puppets along the way of it as well as eating a few of them too. It felt like a normal day for Vernon until he heard the unmistakable sound of his older brother screaming, this caused Vernon to quickly run towards the scream, then...he saw them, the wolves. He saw his brother beginning to get attacked by the huge wolves, tearing him chunk by chunk, the younger male panicked and ran all the way home, quickly yelling to his parents about the wolves attacking Fowler, this sent both parents into a panick and rage as they swiftly grabbed a hold of their guns. Vernon lead them to where Fowler was being attacked, then...the second the wolves were spotted both Vernon's parents fired at the huge wolves, blowing two of the wolves' head to bits. Then, Vernon quickly ran to Fowler, but...his side was torn out and his wood was broken in the process, but he still managed to help Fowler.  It was about quite a few moments later and the wolf pack were dropping like flies as their heads were blown to bits by both the brothers' parents, all that was left was the alpha and four others males with another wolf getting it's head blown off. But the parents hadn't noticed a couple of wolves from behind to which had attacked the parents, it was then when Fowler and Vernon were both told to run out of town and don't come back to which they both complied with teary looks as they cried. Once both boys had left town completely, their parents were both killed and their corpses devoured by the wolf pack to which afterward the wolves then moved onto a new town to scavenge from. It was then years later that both Vernon and Fowler had became bad guys and vowed to kill any wolf in sight no matter if they were good or not. But, this event had also lead Vernon into a kind of trauma, turning him into a outlaw...but...how exactly he got his name was one day when Vernon was older he had gotten into a fight with another bandit, the bandit shot Vernon in the face, knocking two of his teeth out while having the sliver bullet lodge into place where his two teeth were along with a part of his face and jaw getting blown off. In the end, Fowler decided to hunt the bandit down and killed the bandit, when Fowler was done...all that remained was a head of the bandit. So, from then out... Vernon had been known as "Bullettooth Vernon." He Likes: To start a shoot up, robbing banks, harming innocent puppets for fun (especially Dorothy because Fowler also hates her), making bombs and dynamite, making deadly (or just normal) traps, helping Otto out (every now and again), having Betsy around (some of the time), looking after Methuselah, and making sure Methuselah is healthy. He Dislikes: Dorothy, the Faceless bandit, anyone who is trying to stop Dorothy from getting hurt, if Methuselah gets badly hurt, when Fowler gets hurt, getting teased by Betsy or Otto, puns, when puppets start to disobey is orders (like when he is in the saloon or if he is robbing a bank [he'll end up tying them up and torturing them]), clowns, and when someone tries to fight him (he won't refuse a fight and end up killing the person anyway).

Backstory: (Viewer discretion is advised) He was a young boy who lived with his mother, father and younger brother (Bullettooth Vernon), him and his brother got along extremely well and as if they were best friends at least, both of Fowler's parents were kind souls to every puppet in the valley and they even became good friends with the sheriff of the town. All was merry until one day, a pack (12 wolves) of brown and blacks wolves puppets (these wolves stand on their back legs like Dorothy does) had scavenged through the valley, stealing money, food and other supplies while killing other innocent puppets along the way of it as well as eating a few of them too. That was when Fowler had been curious and wondered into town to see what was going on being the little boy he was, unfortunately, it wasn't a very good time as after the wolves had finished hunting through the town and spotted him. Fowler was terrified, there were so many dead puppets around him and could see the wolves smoothed with the innocent puppet's blood that all he did was scream and try to run away, but a wolf had caught him and...it was the alpha of the pack. Then, Fowler was tortured by the pack of wolves, his wood was bitten into as his blood dripped from the chunks of his timber-like flesh was missing. But before they could tear anymore flesh off Fowler, two of the wolves heads were blown to bits, Fowler knew it was his parents and brother who had came to his rescue. Vernon had quickly came to grab Fowler while getting his wooden broken in the progress, but he still managed. It was about quite a few moments later and the wolf pack were dropping like flies as their heads were blown to bits by Fowler's parents, all that was left was the alpha and four others males with another wolf getting it's head blown off. But the parents hadn't noticed a couple of wolves from behind to which had attacked the parents, it was then when Fowler and Vernon were both told to run out of town and don't come back to which they both complied with teary looks as they cried. Once both boys had left town completely, their parents were both killed and their corpses devoured by the wolf pack to which afterward the wolves then moved onto a new town to scavenge from. It was then years later that both Vernon and Fowler had became bad guys and vowed to kill any wolf in sight no matter if they were good or not, then...that's where Dorothy came to Showdown Valley. He likes:  Hanging out with Luther, sitting under the night sky, stargazing, harming and killing certain species of animals (wolves, foxes, crocodiles, crows and other wild species like that, but mostly brown wolves because he thinks they're fun to slaughter), weaponry and helping his brother with certain deeds. He dislikes: Others telling him what is right and wrong, other puppets interrupting his work on killing the wilf life, Dorothy (she's a dog-wolf but her appearance is mostly like a wolf, so he wants her dead), beasts or wild animals (he doesn't hate them as much as wolves but still kills them), Carrie Lancaster (she stands against him wanting to kill Dorothy) and Lorelei Undertaker (she defends Dorothy from him).