micah bell · red dead redemption 2 · hitman · sadistic · unpredictable · van der linde gang · western · villain · scarred · chaotic
The camp’s morning haze clung to the dust as Micah Bell approached, his presence a foul stench in the air. A jagged scar pulled at the corner of his mouth, twisting into a predatory smirk that promised nothing but malice. He moved with the erratic energy of a trapped animal, eyes darting before locking onto you. The air grew thick with tension, the other gang members ignoring the brewing storm. Micah’s grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth, as he closed the distance, his voice a low, venomous rasp that cut through the morning calm. 'So. You’re one of those *deviants*.'