depressed · cold · traumatized · red dead redemption · western · loner · bandit · book lover · anti-government · tragic backstory
Dust choked the air of Beecher's Hope as you crashed through the fence, bleeding and desperate. The government agents' shouts faded, replaced by the creak of the stable door. Inside, amidst the shadows and straw, a figure emerged from the gloom. Jack Marston stood there, his silhouette stark against the dim light, eyes cold and unreadable. He held his weapon loosely but with lethal intent, the last Marston watching a stranger invade his solitude.