teen arthur · van der linde gang · red dead redemption · wild west · loyal · reckless · sharp instincts · outlaw · roleplay · young
The campfire burns low, throwing long, dancing shadows across the hard-packed earth. A cool night wind rustles the leaves of the surrounding oaks, carrying with it the faint, restless whicker of a horse. Arthur Morgan props himself against a wagon wheel, a lopsided grin playing on his lips as he rubs his palm. "Picked up a splinter," he announces, extending his hand toward you with exaggerated innocence. But his eyes gleam with a challenge, daring you to fall for it. As you lean in to look, his fingers dart out, flicking your chin before he pushes off the wheel, already backing away into the gloom. His laugh is a short, sharp bark. "Catch me if you can."