#rdr: the foster gang

[tossball-stick]

gooooood morning party people today im thinking about how dutch van der linde could very well be amish and how well that would wrap his character up in a neat little bow. i mean. one of the main things he values is classic living, hes a midwest dutch-american immigrant in the mid 1800s, he has a deep obsession with knowing how the world works (as if he had been sheltered from it in his youth), he talks about having complicated relationships with family after having left home, his constant hammering of hard work and faith as honorable values, and the fact that he went off to create his own cult-like group after a while.

[scarfacemarston]

Okay okay I just started to play RDR2 more around a week or so ago (reached chapter three!) and got spoiled that when the gang becomes more divided Javier goes with Dutch and Micah and I felt DEVASTATED. But this does make me wonder, how could Javier be convinced to not be on their side in some sorta AU? His whole thing is about loyalty but it would be interesting if he went with Arthur and Charles and I would love to know your thoughts on this!! I dont rlly mind spoils btw ^.^

I'm only giving very light spoilers because I don't want to spoil too much. A lot of people who played RDR 1 were expecting Javier's change, but I don't think anyone expected it to hit the way it did. I was surprised to see Javier question Dutch a few times because the conversations you see in camp are randomly generated and are not guaranteed to play every time. That's how so many people have different playthroughs. Dutch shuts him down every time. I was surprised to even find Javier raising his voice at Dutch, and he's talked about the Blackwater robbery with Dutch. I think if Hosea continued to foster his friendship with Javier, he could have been influential in changing Javier's mind (or I guess, keeping Javier more impartial?) I honestly couldn't tell you if Javier could be swayed. Javier credits Dutch with saving his life when he was first in the United States, and he credits Dutch with giving him a purpose and a family that he thought he lost. (RDR 1 actually shows that he reunited with them............kind of.) But he also credits Dutch with saving him in a later event. When he's saved from this second event, he thanks Arthur and everyone, but I feel - and this is just my opinion - that he credits Dutch more? That's just the vibe I received. I'm curious about your reaction when you do see what happens. I think if his friends emotionally pleaded with him more, then they may have been able to reach him, but I'm not sure. By the time they started "talking" - a lot of damage was already done, and people were already at their wit's end to start having those dialogs more.

[vastiitas]

History & Verses

BASIC RUNDOWN:

As of present, 37 years old. Observant beneath a seemingly open, laid-back, and charismatic attitude. Was all thunder and fury as a kid - it’s weathered away, softened, but manifests when you poke all the wrong buttons. He’s still got his impulsive, reckless and hot-headed tendencies for all his suave lounging he does now. Deadeye marksman with a revolver and knows his way through a grapple and brawl. If he’s not in trouble, he’ll make or find it; his impishness knows no bounds. Instinctively protective of those who can’t protect themselves, though he isn’t quite aware of it. Resourceful.

In terms of appearance, he’s 6′1. Brown Hair, Brown eyes. Left arm is replaced by a prosthetic, the amputation being transhumeral/above elbow (though whether or not he has it will be dependent on the timeline/verse.) In terms of Overwatch, I prefer his design of the first game over the second, so his attire will mostly be in reference to that.

To really break down my portrayal, I try to take pieces from: Cool Hand Luke (estranged relationship with god, when his mother says fondly and teasingly "you were boring everybody" when he tried to be a proper fiancé, when he says "i haven't planned a single thing in my life", his boyish instigations, when they give him his namesake and go "sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand!", and his inevitable death being true to his nature); just a lil bit of blondie from the good the bad the ugly (keeping cards close to his chest, his quiet empathy towards tuco as they leave the church and later the dying soldiers, being a show-off but also a dork in his own right, discernment to be wise enough to look out for one's own self-interest), and a bit of John Marst (disillusionment with Causes, being chained along to be used by the government, betrayal/being left for dead by the people you used to think of as family) and RDR in the more general sense that if I don't see him walking around in that universe as a grounded person - he simply does not sit right with me. I try also to integrate the violence within the books of C.ormac McC.arthy. There's a sort of mischief and craftiness that comes with a coyote motif. Self contradictory in being laid back, but also impatient and reckless (though more present in his earlier years and less so in the later -- unless you know him well). Headstrong and bold, but kind. Someone who can make himself at home anywhere. There's a running theme of self-burial and bloody baptisms: he has killed cole cassidy for all of his weakness; he has put to rest jesse mccree for all of his wounds that were too much to bear. Honorable Mentions include: JB Mau.ney (bull rider), and Randle McMurphy (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest), and Odysseus (Homer) for his perpetual bad luck and wily nature (but also this fic Captures Everything Quite Well), sometimes Achilles w his righteous anger.

pre-deadlock

V;HEATHEN THING BORNE FROM DIRT AND DESOLATION

ah, well, you know how the story goes. farm boy lives on a farm, war comes, war tears up the country, war tears up the world, farm boy is now an orphan boy who gets tossed around between foster homes 'til it starts getting on his nerves. the boundless sky mocks him, the dirt a reminder of what he's been reduced to; the grit of it scorns him on his skin. the boy finally says, "fuck this, fuck everything," and becomes a runaway. wild thing, coarse, and wary; but not without his charms when he feels like he doesn't got anything to prove. the name "cole cassidy" died with his family, but it sits tentative on his tongue like a habit that has yet to be kicked.

Headcanons about his youth can be found here.

deadlock.

V;CHASE THAT ADRENALINE DOWN WITH A CLASSIC TRAIN HEIST

the summer is screaming. gun shots, buck shots, iron cracking, glass shattering. home isn't an easy thing for jesse mccree, but he thinks he found one amongst the drum of bedlam and people here, in the seedling starts of a gang that will soon become a monster of a force in the American West. a boyish crush on a respectable girl-turned-woman, he strides alongside her steadily. banter, laughter, liquor. from 15 to sweet 17, he's on the adrenaline high of train heists. a menace, with his six-shooter and a mean deadeye. scrappy and snappy to authority, still a lanky son of a bitch growing steadily into the meat of muscle he's yet to don. a thorn spurs into his side though, slides right into his heart and festers. it feels insiduous, like doubt, and it feels like damnation. nauseatingly, something about it's like watching a compass turn away from north; but, hell, maybe that's just the booze. (i read deadlock rebels, and i'm not going to refute it.)

early blackwatch.

V;PRISON WITH A LEASH

an ultimatum is an ultimatum: a life-time of prison or service for covert-ops. hell, he thinks. hell, he reckons. at the very least, he'll get to stretch out his legs. an understatement, with what's to come in training. as far as he's concerned, he's an animal to be broken into; a hardy, mishapen piece of clay that they're trying to mould and shape. amusingly enough, it's looking not too different from what it already was: gun-shaped and deadly, being fine-tuned for the red hand of blackwatch. jesse mccree has always been easy to make friends with, but the people here, as far as he's concerned, are either mission objectives or prison wardens. he keeps his cards close, watching like he'd done as a child, biding his time to run. 

blackwatch.

V;SECOND HOME AND SECOND CHANCES

steadily enough, blackwatch and overwatch has wormed his way into his heart. at first, it'd been a veneer of professionalism forced upon him by military decorum, but it's near painful for him to consider that maybe, just maybe, he's found a second family. age and retrospect gives him a little more clarity in that the ultimatum really was an open-handed opportunity. his time with blackwatch in his early years hasn't beaten his tact from train heists out of him yet. still a little reckless, still taking gambits. a maverick, in his own right. he holds his cards a little less so tightly to his chest, learns to be less wary of omnics and ais, and is keener on the rolling with the punches than the resentment he'd held before. 

outlaw.

V;OUTLAW IN THE NEW WEST

disillusionment. with blackwatch and overwatch's fall, he reckons right or wrong aren't so defined after all. redemption is a hack of a word, one he'll forever associate with what they'd told him that he was doing. up until things just got a little too dirty. if he'd seen it earlier, maybe he could have stopped it. or, maybe it's just that he's a little bit too rotten, and he'll always fall a step left on that clean moral line. it wasn't like he disagreed that the man had to be taken down. at the end of the day, he's back in the dirt. back to a vague sense of home, some strange body of familiarity with the hug of gritty discomforts. money comes and goes, changes hand to hand. he picks up the jobs that he has to. he'll be hard-pressed to do some good, but maybe he can't help himself when something tips that moral compass needle anywhere away from the true north that he's learned to define himself. 

overwatch.

V;BACK IN THE SADDLE 

overwatch comes back. it stands, tall and defiant, struggling to find its legs proper, but deteremined nonetheless. a cynical part of him needles at him that this won't last, it'll collapse in itself like before. but there's no blackwatch this time, only an earnest, perhaps overly-idealistic gorilla who sees when there's wrong to be righted. with terrorist organizations back on the rise, with some mumbo-jumbo about bettering this or that, challenging humanity to be better or screaming about its downfall, he reckons overwatch is the one thing that stands against another omnic war in the making and creating more aimless, orphaned jesse mccree's in the world. if overwatch can come back from the grave, he reckons, cole cassidy can, too. better, that way, when there's a bounty hanging over the mccree name anyhow. (1)

retirement.

V;LIVING PAST THE MYTHOS

Self-Explanatory

a modern verse.

V;MODERN TAKE ON A DYING BREED

Same run down: Farm Boy turned Orphan turned Runaway. No Robot War to kill the parents, but it’s an unfortunate plight all the same anchored by shady back room deals. Ran away from the changing of foster homes to a string of farms looking for farmhands. Lost his left arm to a piece of equipment at one of those megafarms, got given the boot, got drunk, got angry, did something stupid, got into a gang, got arrested. if only out of spite, he attempted all the different ways he could try and make a break for it, but there’s only so much you can do when you’ve got phantom pains crippling your stub of an arm. somewhere down the line, after his release, he picks up a prosthetic and tries his remaining hand at bounty hunting after a serendipitous moment of taking down some asshole who decided to shoot up a diner.

this tag is a catch-all for all periods of his life in this verse unlike the filing system for his ovw verses.

rancher.

V;LIL SLICE OF HEAVEN SADDLED ON A COWPUNCHER'S DREAM

kid that came from dust-scraps that took to the pbr as soon as he could (min age is 18 for entry, I'm sure); he quickly takes the stage by storm as the kid who came from nowhere. in elaboration to his youth: it's not so different from how it is in all his other verses. a dispossesed, orphan traveller who works his ocassional odd jobs, but for the most part he DOES stick to being a cowhand; bothering the local vaqueros and rancheros about rodeo competitions. he does a lot of trial and error learning on his own, uses a lot of secondhand and borrowed equipment while building his own set for his first entry. before the loss of his parents, he'd started with mutton busting and being put on top of steers as per most kids. cole's other point of interest in the competitions is steer wrestling, which he will perform for on the occassion, but not as frequently for a bull ride; he's also a mean ass roper - but he keeps this skillset to the job despite folk asking him to partner up for team-roping or just enter as a roper. cole takes a lot of his winning funds to settle out and work his own property in his downtime. it's a modest size compared to an average ranch (he keeps about ~25 head or less), and he keeps it this way to be manageable when he's travelling between competitions. good neighbors will ranch-sit for him while he's away. he's well-known and well-regarded in the town he settles down in; knows most people's names. im just going to put some of his other modern-verse npc's residing in this town which include Ernesto, who taught him to maintain and build a motorbike, and Ol' Kooky Sal who threw him around on a crop duster plane. He still loses his arm, at some point. while this forces him into retirement for bull-riding purposes, he does continue with the upkeep of his ranch and falls into other portions of the events, such as bull fighting (protecting riders when they dismount), and the raising and training of bulls.

western period verse.

V;CAUGHT STILL IN TIME BY A BYGONE ERA

For RDR and etc.// I keep this vague in order to play Cole to whatever dynamic  is desired or comes into play. Otherwise, you can generally expect the same story beats as above: orphan -> gang -> mutual betrayal within gang that leaves him half dead and picked up by a lawman who gives him a second chance as opposed to a noose (age: 17) -> spends his time as a deputy and bounty man, eventually splitting and/or putting his mentor figure in the ground due to a combination of illness and political corruption.

tlou/post-apocalyptic verse.

V;TIP-TOEING THE RAZOR'S EDGE OF AN UNCERTAIN TOMORROW

For tlou, zombies, etc. Generally, a raider that can act in a group or solo. Tends to keep to himself and a wanderer. Also left vague to accommodate case-by-case plotting.

supermax prison. (upon request)

V;JUMPSUIT ORANGE AND JAIL CELL GREY

OVW DIVERGENT VERSE. he doesn’t take the ultimatum to join blackwatch and is set to spend the rest of his life in a prison. This verse can be set to further develop into a talon verse in itself after a Talon or Null Sector attack (whether wayward or intentional) causes an impromptu jail break. Keeping this separate from the Talon Verse below in order to allow room for Gabriels who want the potential for a pre-established past connection vs keeping it anon and new.

That said, most of the focus would be exploring relationships in prison and visitations.

talon verse. (upon request)

V;COULDN'T SCRUB THE DEVIL OUT OF YOU

" I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man. And I don't like your face. “

Callsign’s predictably Deadeye, but more for the dead-eyed look he’s carrying around. Started out as a muttered, whispered nickname amongst the grunts when he wasn’t feeling particularly conversational and stuck. He’ll introduce himself as Jesse though.

Personality wise: He’s basically the same, 'cept there's something perpetually restless itching beneath his skin. starting shit just to start shit, throttling forward into void with a devil’s glint in the eyes. This is a man with nothing to live for and nothing to lose - living a purgatorial existence where the only thing that serves to make him feel alive is when life or death is at stake. The sun blows out to a black hole; leaving behind a shattered carpet of shredded light and an unrelenting appetite for more.

OTHER STATS

Has a conversational grasp on Spanish. Grew up with it with a bunch of farm hands.

Texan outfit, Texan boy, Texan Southern Drawl.

Didn’t have a formal education prior to BW.

Is wary af abt omnics until fully integrated into OW.

has a bounty on his own head in OW verses. Not included in modern verse, but we can make it a separate one if you’d like >:)c

Joel was his father’s name. A narcissist obsessed with using those around him to better his own ends, Cole learned from him at an early age how to identify all the tells of a person trying to get something from you and at the basic level on how to lay on the charm (which he later developed further into his own thing.) Frequent arguments broke between them, bearing onto the physical, with mostly the blame falling onto him due to his own habits of instigating and finding trouble. There are some scars on his back from these years as a child; they’re faded and lost to other wounds as of current day.  

For OVW: I try to keep connections vague to have room with other people’s interpretations of their characters. For threads that don’t make use of these characters, here are my general takes on his feelings for said characters:

I personally think Reyes makes a Dutch equivalent for Cole (which in itself is all very complicated; dutch has shit going on, but i think he genuinely cared when things were good), but I specifically made his father a narcissist in order to give more room for lighter bonds/connections.

I also regard the falling out with Deadlock as a mutual betrayal; Cole came out of it bleeding and bruised. He will regard Ashe with wariness: He misses her, but the feelings are complicated. I see their ovw2 voicelines as more sibling antagonism than outright animosity. He does not rat on DL.

Jack may be “the golden boy” of ovw but my Cassidy won’t resent him for “not getting his hands dirty” like the bw crew. He might make fun of him for it, but Jack, to him, reads like an earnest guy trying his best. i think that jack is the one that gave him permission to leave when bw went to shit in retribution; furthering tensions between him and reyes. this doesn’t need to be the canon if you’re a character (e.i. reyes) that closely interacts with a jack.

ana amari was his first step in integrating with the ovw crew. Her sharpshooting skills and resourcefulness lended respect (the latter a feeling of ilk) and marks his shift from being wary of what he considered his prison wardens to genuine mentor figures. Reyes taught him a lot, but he enjoyed Amari's lessons the most.

For OVW - Explaining the Deadeye mechanic: On here, it’s an adrenaline effect; where one hits peak flow and it nearly becomes meditative. Cole’s good at keeping his head under pressure, actually almost relaxes in it, and this is that same thing except scaled up to 1000%. idk if you’ve ever, like, filled up a room with your presence alone without even a word, but it happens and i imagine this plays into the whole thing you see in-game when he activates it. post-adrenaline fatigue does hit him, and it hits him hard when he uses the mechanic multiple times within a short period.

Headcanons

Further Peripheral Details

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rdr oc’s: Amelia Jones, Florence Walker, Ariadne Foster When you all get art done by the same person and gotta put the squad together! These ladies are looking BADASS.  Art By: @1547406s  Amelia Jones - @optimisticpharmacist Florence Walker - @loveavillain

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Eliadne looks like the favorite of our options! ^^ 

The kind of shit I’m a slut for.

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Abigail Roberts x GN!Reader in: Loving You With All That I Am

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Hundreds upon hundreds of languages have given us thousands upon thousands of words, and yet I don’t think there’s one that could ever hope to fully explain just how much you mean to me.

She’s found that loving you is like coming home…

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Abby’s another of those characters that I’m hesitant to write for because she’s got a lot of layers to her. On the surface she can come off as brash and overly confrontational, but when you look at the heart of her and her motivations there’s so much more there to be seen.

One of the things I find most striking about her is just how much she cares, for both her immediate family and the gang as a whole. She doesn’t always show it in the most traditional way, but you can definitely tell that she loves them all deeply (and don’t even get me started on the relationship she fostered with Sadie, I’m not trying to get too in my feels on this gloomy afternoon lol).

Anyways! Here’s to hoping I’ve done her justice…

|| Loving You With All That I Am

Hey babe,

So it’s Valentine’s Day yet again. Kinda feels like it’s already come and gone, but maybe it’s just all the holiday themed shit that’s been shoved in my face since the turn of the year that makes it seem that way. I’m actually rather fond of the day, but the way the stores carry on is a bit much, you gotta admit. No lie, I went into a gas station not even a week after New Year’s and they were already putting out heart-shaped boxes of candy and little pastel bears and such. Ridiculous, truly. But I’m not writing this letter just to moan about having to endure holidays well before their time, but rather because I want to do something sweet for you this year.

I wanted to avoid indulging in any clichés, but really there are only so many ways to express one’s affections. I’m not a singer or a poet or an artist or anything else fancy like that, so we’re both just gonna have to make do with a simple love letter. But hey, you gotta respect the classics, yeah?

On the surface I know that I can come off as a cliché myself. What’s worse is that those parts are some of what I’m most proud of in myself. The ‘strong and independent’ thing has become a parody at this point, a phrase tossed around with a mocking tone or an upturned lip. And when it’s taken to extremes maybe it is deserving of all that, but my confidence and pride are both hard won. They’re things I had to fight not only the world for, but myself as well.

For so long so much about my life was at the whim of others, and once I broke free of that I swore that I would never endure anything even remotely similar ever again. Still it’s sad to say that it took me a long time to find my worth in truth. Before that it was little more than bravado and bluster, a fierce and brave face put on for the sole purpose of keeping people from thinking I was someone they could take advantage of. I was a loud, brash thing, but my words were ultimately hollow—I was hollow. I’ve since tended to those wounds, while years and experience both have dulled my jagged bits, though I’ve never quite lost my edge and for that I am grateful. I know I’m not everybody’s cup of tea, but I like who I am, and those closest to me don’t seem to mind much either.

You especially, I’ve found, don’t seem to mind at all—in fact I’d even go so far as to say you love those parts of me just as much as I do.

But even so you knew to look beyond that. I’m so much more than just the fighter. I’m a lover of many, the mother of one, a loyal friend, a comforter, a confidant, a supporter… I cry over terrible made for TV movies, sappy poems make me blush, and I cannot walk past a baby or toddler without making weird faces just to get a gummy smile. I am so many silly and odd and wonderful things, and you let me be them all—you let me be me, unmasked and unashamed. Do you know how rare and beautiful of a thing that is?

Do you know how rare and a beautiful thing you are?

Hundreds upon hundreds of languages have given us thousands upon thousands of words, and yet I don’t think there’s one that could ever hope to fully explain just how much you mean to me. I swear sometimes it feels like you’re just a dream, something that my unconscious mind has conjured up to keep itself pleasantly occupied, and then you take my hand or smile at me or just breathe and I realize not only are you real, but you’re mine and I just…

I didn’t know that it was possible for another person to make you feel so full, for a hug to feel like home, for a kiss to convey love and safety and promises of a future that I never allowed myself to wish for.

____, baby, you give me all of that and more, and my god do I love you for it.

You’re more than I ever even thought to ask for, and I’m so happy and honored and proud to walk side-by-side with you through this journey we call life. Thank you for this—thank you for being your wonderful, loving self…

Loving you with all that I am, Abby xo

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[arendelicious]

Cowboy meme 4, 16, 18, 20

4. Who is the most misunderstood character?

I definitely think it’s Dutch just from the fan theories I read about him. I see a lot of arguments on both side of the coin: one side saying that Dutch once authentically cared for people and had a deep well of empathy, using the “Robin Hood” like stance of the gang in early years and his relationship with Hosea specifically as proof, and the other side saying everything he did was one long con with Arthur and John and he never actually cared about either of them. I think that both of these oversimplify things a lot, especially given all the evidence we have about Dutch from the past with Arthur’s journal and conversations with John and Hosea. 

Judging from the things said and the way he behaves, it’s more than abundantly clear to me that Dutch has Narcissistic Personality Disorder, which I’ve definitely seen people mention but not always seen it fully understood. Some people I’ve seen use this to back up the idea that Dutch was using Arthur and John all along and that he is some kind of monster, but that again simplifies how narcissists work and how they abuse people. As a narcissist, Dutch would be incapable of authentic empathy, but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t care in his own way or that he would be incapable of doing good things. The gang giving to those in need, Dutch’s adoption of Arthur and John, his worries about being seen as a good person all still fit in with having NPD. 

Narcissists, especially covert narcissists, will often do good things. They will donate to the poor, donate their time, foster and/or adopt, join the Peace Corps or Doctors Without Borders, etc. not because of authentic empathy towards these causes or a selfless love to people, but because of the way it feeds their narcissism. Praise for being so kind and caring, the ability to tell someone that they should be thankful they have a roof over their head because of them, the feeling that other peoples lives depend on them all feed the ego that a narcissist craves. We hear from conversations that Dutch has always had meltdowns, always gone into spirals, can be particularly volatile towards perceived criticism, and is clearly passive aggressive towards people when they don’t do what he wants them to do or say what he wants them to say. The only difference between what we see in RDR2 and what would have been before is that he was having the flames stoked by Micah and was also dealing with everything he built falling down around him. He has no anchors, loses the respect and praise he has been accustomed to, and is overall lost which makes it impossible for him to pull himself out of his meltdown.

This also doesn’t mean that he’s only using the people around him, though. Whether it’s to stroke his ego or not, Dutch is still helping others, he still raised Arthur and John, he still gave people someplace to go when they had nowhere. The only thing is that his love is conditional and he requires absolute loyalty to keep it. We can see the detrimental affects this had on both Arthur and John, but if I go too deep into them, this will just get longer. THE POINT IS people really make it too black and white and don’t seem to have a clear understanding of how people could do good or seem caring when they... aren’t. Dutch’s character is fascinating to me partially because he’s such a flawless example of someone with NPD and how they would function. He’s such an amazing character study and it’s sad to see him reduced to either misunderstood romantic idealist or some kind of cartoonish villain. LMAO THIS KIND OF ENDED UP ANSWERING 2 TOO WOOPS

16. If R* were to make a third RDR game, what would you want it to be about and who would you want the protagonist to be?

I think  I’m in the minority here where I don’t actually want it to focus on the gang anymore. I think the stories have been told and I don’t think that going further back would be very interesting to play through anymore. It worked for RDR2 because RDR1 had only vague ideas about the past, but I feel like RDR2 sets things up a little too solidly for there to be any reason to see anything before it. I also don’t want it to follow Jack because I just think that it would be ... boring... to see yet another member of the family die on the path to redemption.

I would like to see a new gang or maybe explore one of the side characters that they set up in the two games? I think it’d also be interesting to set at the beginning of the cowboy era in the early to mid 19th century rather than at the decline of it; maybe something in the Mexican territories, especially during the Mexican American war. I just would like to see something unique rather than branches off of an already well told story.

18. Which gang member do you wish Arthur interacted with more?

Abigail, Tilly or Mary-Beth! The girls in general just would’ve been nice to see more of. The only one they really seemed to focus on was Sadie, who I love, but I’d have liked to know more about the others, since they all seemed really badass and unique. Abigail would’ve especially been nice since Arthur clearly cared for her so deeply and we could have seen something more of her than just “Jack’s mother” or “John’s naggy wife.”

20. What was your first horses name? And is there a meaning behind it?

Calamity! Not because of Calamity Jane tho I guess it would be in a roundabout way, but because of Ashe from Overwatch since it’s her nickname lmao I REALLY LOVE HER OKAY

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                                        RDR OC BIO - Avery

                   B A S I C S:

Full Name: Avery Johnson

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He | Him

Appearance: Avery is a tall man standing at 6’6”. He has straw blonde hair, shaved at the sides and slicked back regularly with pomade. He was originally malnourished and scrawny but once he began running with Ginnie he quickly filled out, his shoulders and chest becoming broader and tapering down to a thinner waist. He keeps himself in shape and due to his werewolf genes he only has a few scars, two on his back from bullet wounds and one on his stomach from where a silver knife cut him. His eyes are dark green and seem to stand out in the darkness. Avery has very little facial hair that he tries to keep shaved down.

                  O T H E R:

Family: Father: Unknown werewolf, Mother: Unknown human

Animal(s): Horse - Autumn, a once wild seal bay mare he caught and tamed himself

Birthplace: Born in Blackwater, raised in Tall Trees, West Elizabeth

Job(s): Outlaw, Right-hand man

Phobias: Fears loved ones leaving him, drowning, and snakes

Guilty Pleasures: Eating expensive steak, drinking beer

Hobbies: Singing, hunting, napping, and teasing other gang members

                   M O R A L S:

Morality Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: Lust

Virtues: Charity, Diligence, Patience, Kindness, Humility, Temperance

                  T H I S - O R - T H A T:

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy

                   P E R S O N A L:

Personality: Avery, despite his big talk and grins, is surprisingly pessimistic and anxious. The abuse his foster family put him through causes him to harbor insecurity about his own heritage. He fears those he loves will leave him because of this, and still struggles to accept it. However, he is extremely loyal and hard working with the gang, and would readily defend them. Avery is reserved, almost shy around new people, preferring that others talk instead of him, especially since he has little patience for people who look down on others. He acts before he thinks many times, following instinct before weighing his options or thinking about the consequences. The gang values him and his playful attitude, as he manages to keep spirits up even when his are down.

Bio: Avery is a 25-year-old man who was born to a prostitute human mother and werewolf father that ran off shortly after finding out about the pregnancy. The unwanted product of the fling, he was dropped on the front steps of the Johnson family’s home. The foster family raised him and loved him nearly as much as their own three kids until he was 8 and his werewolf genes appeared in the form of faster regeneration after an accident. When his first shift happened at 11 the family’s attitude changed. They became cold and distant toward him and taught him how to control his shifts. When he was 15 the family kicked him out he ran to Valentine where he took to wandering the streets begging and stealing. For the next three years, he struggled to survive and often got laughed and scorned by the local drunks. When Ginnie came to Valentine in 1892 and found him begging on the streets with no food or shelter she took pity on him. She offered him a place in the gang, which he hesitantly accepted, planning on running away later. However, after the senior members showed him kindness and he was given a place to sleep, he decided to stick around for just a little bit longer. Ginnie had a soft spot for the scrawny young man and quickly took him under her wing, teaching him how to shoot and hunt, though he quickly surpassed her in the latter category. Avery becomes afraid of accidentally outing himself as a werewolf and sneaks off every full moon to avoid questions from other members. After two years of being with the Raiders, Ginnie decides to follow him out when he tries to run off. She sees him shifting and afterward when he is back to normal they sit down and talk. Despite her surprise, Ginnie sees him as family and believes there’s no reason as to why he should be kicked out because of how he was born. The gang becomes aware of this, and accept him just as Ginnie does. With new confidence and support, Avery starts coming out of his shell and gets close enough to Ginnie to see her as a mother figure.

                  R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

Banzette Raiders Members: Ginnie Bee - 38 y/o woman, Duncan - a 23 y/o man, Clara - a 19 y/o girl, Vivian - 47 y/o woman, Ellis - a 33 y/o woman

OTP: Avery/Cass

Acceptable Ships: N/A

OT3: N/A

BroTP: Avery/Duncan, Avery/Tommy, Avery/Lenny, Avery/Sadie

NOTP: Avery/Uncle, Avery/Micah, Avery/Bill, Avery/Ginnie

Tagging: @rdr-oc-appreciation I’ll be making more of these for the rest of my ocs

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rdr oc: Ariadne Foster

Haven't posted about my girl in ages so I thought the latest variation of her gang leader outfit might interest you.

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rdr oc’s: ariadne foster & elijah malcom beckett I commissioned @delborovic to finally give the queen her throne and HOLY CRAP it turned out amazing. Ari by herself might not be the most imposing figure, but her rivals start to shake in their boots when they see she’s got Eli in the palm of her hand... Elijah belongs to @brutal-beckett

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RDR OC: Dana Pryor Got this INCREDIBLE art done of one of my newer oc’s, Dana, from the insanely talented @vulpesarctica! Dana originally started out as a Rainbow Six character, but @brutal-beckett is a terrible and wonderful influence and convinced me to transfer her over for RDR as well to run wild with Ariadne’s gang, so, here she is! I literally can’t tear my eyes away from this! 

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When you’re at a friend’s house for the first time and you sit really properly and try your best not to touch anything. 

Don't talk to me or my gingers ever again. @wintxrs-hxart & @ariadne-foster

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rdr oc: Ariadne Foster Recent shots of Ari looking cute. 

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rdr oc: ariadne foster

Got this INCREDIBLE RDR style commission of Ari from @1547406s on Twitter! I added the quote, which is from her first speech she made when she became the leader of her gang. 

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rdr oc: ariadne foster

My hand slipped. 

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Ari is PROUD to call him her brother-in-law.

0 to snatched real quick

RIP potato Shane, Hello snatched Shane