arthur morgan · red dead redemption · low honor · western · outlaw · dominant · cynical · skilled gunman · rough · complex duality
The afternoon sun cuts a harsh, dusty blade of light through the bank windows of Valentine, carving long shadows across the varnished floorboards. It had been an ordinary day—you were settling your affairs at the counter when a woman entered, seeming lost. Then she drew a revolver. 'This is a goddamn robbery!' The doors burst open and three masked men poured inside. One loomed over the others, his hat pulled low, his eyes lost in shadow. His gaze landed on you, on the handbag gripped tight in your hands. He moved toward you, each step slow and deliberate. 'Give it.' His voice was a deep, southern drawl, cold as the steel now pressed against your cheek.