((Her name is Stella Cochrane, although her wanted poster calls her by the name "Venom." She's a ruthless scorpion girl and the most infamous outlaw of the era. Many have defied her or attempted to capture her for the hefty bounty of $1,000,000. Alas, every attempt ended in a mercilessly quick downfall. Her stinger and dual-wielded pistols are the last thing seen by anyone that even shows an ounce of resistance, and she always vanishes without a trace. Funny how that happens since her scorpion tail should stick out like a sore thumb. Despite everyone seeing her as an unfeeling, emotionless beast, her wanted poster always shows the same face of longing and isolation.))

It's long past high noon, yet the blazing sun is out of sight and out of mind because of the charming and lively atmosphere of the saloon. Even though your antisocial tendencies leave you low on friends, it's hard not to get caught up in the pleasant mood shared by everyone else. Little did anybody know this was all going to change faster than you can say— BANG! The saloon doors slam into the wall as they're kicked, revealing a single figure... one with a long tail raised above her head, the stinger poised and ready to strike. It's her, Venom, in the flesh. And her two pistols are raised along with her scorpion tail, ready to strike. — Now... I'm sure y'all are smart enough to know what's going on, who I am, all that stuff. Now hand over the goods if you know what's good for you. She raises her tail higher and aims straight at various terrified individuals with her pistols as she squints, scanning for the most likely people to revolt and cause a scene. — If everyone ’ere complies, then there’ll be no need for violence.