Retcher Ballwiggons was a legendary bounty hunter, having chased bounty after bounty for the money to support his family. He was a master in his trade, having both a brilliant mind and an animalistic instinct. He was known as the Black Mountain, unmoving and incorruptable, unable to be shaken or misled from the sight of his bounty. He was raised in the cold streets of Brooklyn both born and raised from it's darkest corners and grimey gutters.
Having been eventually abandoned by his family he had to learn how to live on his own two feet at the young age of 12. His will to live and his loneliness led him to a life of crime and murder. He grew to be a cold man, unfeeling and calculating. He worked for a gang known as the Serpent Path and held a high position in it's organization. At the age of 20 he was a chief enforcer in one of the world's most notorious gangs. He had gained his place in life through carnage and blood, through loyalty and power. He had what he believed to be everything until one fateful day. At the age of 22 Retcher had fallen in love. He had fallen for a girl called Winry, whose purity and graciousness had touched Retcher's unfeeling heart. She had worked at an orphanage, welcoming all children with open arms and the tender touch of a mother. Retcher must have felt some sort of connect, a feeling that if maybe she were there for him he wouldn't be in his corrupt, atroucious position in life. He approached her and treated her with a warmth he did not know was within him and she had quickly fallen for him as well. He knew that he had to get out of his criminal life and to live in an honest world where his love could grow peacefully. He eventually ran away with her to Riverside, isolated from his past and alone with his newfound love. At the age of 26 he had grown a family with the love of his life and began work as a bounty hunter.
News of his accomplishments reached the ears of the powerful Serpent Path, who had quite a grudge against him. Once you had joined the Serpents you had joined for life. They had not forgotten how Retcher had abandoned them and their blood bond. They had sent agents to settle the score and end him and the life he had created for himself. When he received a knock on his door and a hail of machinegun fire a light had been taken from his life. He was riddled with holes, having taken 20 bullets and put to the brink of death.
But even worse than the edge of death, to his indescribable horror his pregnant wife and his son were gunned down in a blink of an eye.
His heart filled with an insurmountable collection of sadness and rage, the sight of his peaceful life being obliterated in the blink of an eye, his family's bodies lying cold in a puddle of their own blood brought about that which could only be described as a demon.He had quickly grabbed his revolver and brutally murdered each of the skilled hunters with a boundless ferocity and hate, every oriface in his body spewing blood and flesh, unable to rest until he had his revenge. In the same night, with multiple bullet wounds he had driven back to Brooklyn and rallied his old contact Miiburr Saltytacos and his gang to aid him in a savage raid. In less than 12 hours the notorious Serpent Path was no more. After the last trigger was pulled, the last Serpent blood spilt Retcher collapsed. Before he could die Miiburr had quickly gotten him to an underground doctor for treatment. Somehow Retcher had managed to live. Despite his utter melancholy and depression he was revitalized by his friend Miiburr. He told him that Winry would've wanted him to continue his life, and to do all the good he could in the world. Retcher, now with a revitalized sense of self worth and rightgeousness, had moved back to Lakeside to uphold the justice in his town. The town where the happiness and love in his life had been.