Todd Dahling

History

• Biography

  Todd was originally named Tord Dahling. He was abandoned by his parents and taken in by a couple of bandits. This drastically shaped his life and made him quickly used to murder and thievery, along with many other types of crime. He eventually grew up to be known as the Red Bandit, able to create and run his own bandit group and set up a few hideouts throughout the West. Eventually, he managed to almost get caught, causing him to got into hiding and lay low for a bit. He ended up in the middle of nowhere town of Spit Bucket. He "bought" the local saloon and started taking on the name and persona of Todd the friendly barkeep. He very quickly gained trust and favor of the town's sheriff, allowing him to start reappearing near the town as Red Bandit again, as Thompson seemed blinded by their friendship to realize the disguise, despite having talked to Todd in and out of disguise as hearing that their voices are exactly the same and such.

• An Interview With Todd

  Why pretend to be a barkeep?
  
  "Oh. Heh. I don't necessarily pretend per say." Todd cleaned the glass as he spoke. "I'm just doing this to keep getting an income and to get a few advantages." His grin grew a little as he glanced .at the passed out sheriff at the bar.
  
  Your basic info has Thompson in both the likes and dislikes, why?
  
  He simply put a finger to his lips. "Shhhh. It's rude to talk about someone when they're in the room."
  
  What exactly are you wanted for?
  
  "At least fifty eight armed robberies, too many murders to count, a few accounts of arson, destroying whole towns, and kidnapping. " He went around the bar and picked up Thompson and began to carry him up a stair case.
  
  Thompson seems pretty helpless like this, are you going to kill him?
  
  Todd laughed a little as he brought Thompson to the spare room. "No. Where's the fun in that?" He took off the sheriff's hat, jacket, and shoes, hanging the hat and jacket on the bed post and putting his shoes on the floor. He laid Thompson down and tucked him in. "I have my plans for the sheriff." He grinned and gently pet his head before going back downstairs.
  
  That was a little creepy...
  
  "No." He raised an eyebrow at the interviewer. "I just put him to bed so I can finish closing up." His grin was replaced with a frown now.
  
  It was a little..
  
  He just frowned at the interviewer now. "Alright. You can leave now."
  
  But we only asked four questions.
  
  "Too bad." He drew his gun and pointed it at the interviewer. "Leave."
  
  Can we at least-
  
  Todd simply shot the interviewer inbetween the eyes. "Now I have a bigger mess to clean up." He huffed.