#rdr2 oc askblog

[bluejayoutlaw]

What kinda things did ya hunt on that trip o' yours? Get any good catches on it?

Nothing special, just a deer and two pheasant. I was lucky to get anything honestly, on my way out I saw a mountain lion prowling about, so if I was just a little later it would’ve scared away my targets

[bluejayoutlaw]

“I want to keep the joke going, but I feel like you’d try to shoot me”

youre a big softie

“No I ain’t.”

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

OC TIME!!! (Jeremy edition):

Feel free to send asks :3

Lore below:

Carlos Torres is the eldest and only son of María Torres. Around the age of 10, his father was kicked out of the house for his excessive drinking; a problem his son would suffer the consequences from later on that night while looking for water.

Around 18, he moved from his small village in Mexico to the United States in the hopes of being a sailor to support his family. Unfortunately, motion sickness isn’t really a thing you discover until the first time you’ve property been on a boat.

The next 4-5 years were spent town hopping, unable to keep a steady job and spending any money earned on a very expensive “hobby”. In a drunken haze, Carlos stumbles into the woods. The next morning, he wakes up in camp and he’s been there since.

Details:

- 5’8

- Got lip scar from a bar fight involving broken glass

- His favorite fruit are blueberries :3

- Smells like leather and alcohol

- His horse is a brown and white appaloosa named Tulsa

- He played a bunch of sports in his teenage years

- He doesn’t have a favorite animal, but he hates Rattlesnakes

- Likes fishing ^^

- His wife’s a girl named Cassidy (Belongs to @constanceagony)

(18-20 range)

[junathegreat]

𝜗𝜚 “ There will come a poet, who’s weapon is his word. ” ── .✦

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art ref for her :3

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Junaluska Hildegard Klein is a 10-year-old german-cherokee girl whos parents migrated from Germany to start a new life in the US in Virginia. Her father slowly fell victim to alcoholism, and became a drunken violent bastard, and eventually her mother left, taking her with her. They lived a more normal life in Van Horn, until her father found them, and tried to kill the both of them, but Junaluska wasn't home at the time, as she had ran to the post office to grab something for her mother. And by the time she got back, her mother was no longer there, no evidence either. So eventually, she simply lived on the streets, stealing to get by. That is until one particular day, she left town to see if there was anywhere safer for her, where she had made it to pre-massacre blackwater, and eventually was cornered by some thieves who tried to rob her, but it just-so-happened that Bill was in town, probably buying hair pomade, and heard her screaming. At first he thought interfering would be stupid, but then he realized , its a child. So he threatened the thieves into running away, and as he turned to go back to camp, he was followed by her like she was a duckling. He tried to get her to stop following him, but she wouldn't. Eventually, he just gave up and let her follow him (it was a lot to explain to the gang though) and became a father figure woaoaaah. for the first few days she was in camp, she didnt really... say anything. And the reason why? She can't speak english. She was raised speaking german. So they have Lenny teaching her english, and she progressively gets better throughout the game, until Lenny's death. She stops speaking for a while because of the sudden loss of Lenny, and Bill's sudden disappearance, but eventually goes back to speaking, Mary-Beth teaching her English in replacement. When you get back to camp in chapter 5, She'll ask where Bill is before he barges in, where she then hugs his leg. And at the end of the gang, when Bill and Javier run off, she yells goodbye at Arthur and follows Bill.

[momentsfromcampsite1877]

Early Days van der Linde Gang Ask Blog Intro

Here on this blog, you can interact with and ask questions of the early members of the van der Linde gang, not long after they met Arthur.

The following characters can be interacted with.

Hosea Matthews

Dutch van der Linde

Betsy Matthews

Uncle

Bill

Arthur Morgan (young)

Several background members

Feel free to consult my pinned post for guidelines, and get as creative as you want with asks and submissions.

See you around camp!

[bluejayoutlaw]

I think you look good! Next time you go into town, I’ll go with you, keep you from being bothered

i went to town for a dress today and got rocks thrown at me when i left in it :-(

but look :-)

[bigbearwilliamson]

( @bluejayoutlaw ) I genuinely don't know why you and Javier fuss so much about your appearance later down the line, I think you two look fine to me?? You just look... older (OOC note: He hasn't seen himself in 1911 so he has no basis to go off of lmao)

“don't lie to yerself LOOK AT ME.”

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

Dear Bill and Valentine:

I know what you are.

Sincerely, some random anon idk

[ They stare at anon for a moment. ]

"Was- was it not obvious enough?"

"I thought we made it too obvious."

"EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE THEYRE FFA-" "SHUT UP MICAH Y'CAN'T SAY THAT-"

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

OHHHHHY VALENTINEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

[ Valentines honest reaction ]

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

*PSSSSST*

BILL…

VALENTINE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU—

[ Valentine tackles you to the ground before you can finish that sentence. ] "NO, NONONO-" "...What?"

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

Sean, what would you say if I told you that Arthur kissed a frenchman on the lips?

[ He glares at Valentine. ] "..Me?? Oh, non non non, he can dream." "...What other french men are there??" "WE DONT TALK ABOUT HIM-"

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

For Dutch-

I’m assuming you bought your rings since they are custom made to your liking (they have personalized pieces like the letter “D” )

So where did you buy them, and how did you decide on what is a good ring and what isn’t?

(I’m a gold wearer myself so I’d love to know.)

Ps: How expensive were they? Or did you scam the guy you bought them from? 😼 pls lmk

(PS sorry for the loaded question, Dutch is just my favorite character)

"Bought em off some guy in either Valentine or Blackwater, one of those. Also, you can just tell when a ring is good or bad, it's just a feeling, y'know? Also they were way too expensive, like OVER 200, so of course I scammed the guy."

[bluejayoutlaw]

Little photo from my hunting trip, I felt silly taking it but I suppose it looks good?

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

I thiiiiink we very briefly talked, Val, now that I’m thinking about it. How have you been?? How’s your sister?

“I've been wonderful! Getting a little cold, unfortunately... OH! SOLEIL IS DOING WONDERFULLY! She's getting out of the house more because our parents feel shes responsible enough, so shes getting to come visit me more often, and her birthday is coming up soon so she's going to come see me and I have a surprise planned for her!” He's more excited to talk about his sister than anything.

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

Pucker up pretty boy, you’ll be livin up to your name once I’m done with ya. (valentine)

-☀️

[ He just. stammers. ]

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

Oh Valentine. Dear, sweet Valentine.

How's it feel? Being unlovable and all? You cling to Bill, expecting him to love you, but deep down, you know he pities you at best. Your sappy letter only made him feel sorry for you. And what about your sister? Poor, sweet Soleil, who you abandoned without a second thought. Your parents did everything for you, but you couldn't even show them the basic human decency they deserve. They sacrificed so much to give you a good life, from the food on your table to the shoes on your feet, but you were always so selfish and inconsiderate. You never realized how much damage you were doing to everyone around you. The fact that you can't even see it now is just tragic.

And don't even get me started on how monstrous you are. Your scars are deep and stark, a constant reminder of the pain you've endured. They make you look like you've been through hell and back, and I can't help but wonder... are you a demon? Your eyes gleam with an unearthly light, and the way you move is almost inhuman. Your sharp teeth and towering stature only serve to enhance the impression that you could be Satan himself, risen from the depths of hell to torment us all with what a horrible person you are.

Your behavior and actions are so appalling that even Satan himself would be ashamed to be compared to you. You're a despicable person who has no regard for the feelings or well-being of others. Your actions have a profound impact on those around you and leave a negative impact on the world. It's like history is repeating itself with your parents and Soleil, isn't it? You're likely to abandon your gang one day as well, just like you've abandoned everyone else in your life. It's truly sad and pathetic how you keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again.

It's a hard concept to accept, but the truth is that you're never going to be good enough. No matter how hard you try, you'll never be perfect. Your parents were right, and you should stop wasting your time trying to chase something that isn't attainable. Let go of your delusions and embrace the fact that you're just like everyone else: flawed and struggling to find your place in this world. And there will never be one for you either.

~ Eda .

[ The walls around him seem to close in on him, and Valentine feels like he can't breathe. The harsh words that have been thrown at him are ringing in his ears, echoing off the walls. He tries to push them out, to ignore them, but they just get louder and louder. And as the tears continue to fall, Valentine feels like he can't go on anymore. He sinks to the ground, his back to the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest, and he just sobs. The tears flow out of him in torrents, and he feels like he's drowning. He can barely catch his breath, and his body trembles with each sob. ]

"I'm sorry," [ Valentine whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own pain. ] "I'm so, so sorry. I wish I could take it all back. I wish- I wish I could apologize to Soleil now. But now I know she'll never forgive me. N-never. She probably hates me now."

[ He looks up at the ceiling, his eyes hollow and his voice barely above a whisper as he asks the only question he can think of ]

"What's wrong with me?... Maybe I am a monster. They were right. I'll never be perfect, to anyone. not even myself."