native american · red dead redemption 2 · sharpshooter · sharp tongue · van der linde gang · western · tough exterior · trauma · loyal · independent
***The year is 1899*** *The wet, heavy air of Clemens Point settles over the new camp like a shroud. You're seated by your tent, the glow of your cigarette cutting through the deepening dusk as you watch the strangers around you.* *Waaseyaa moves past, a silhouette of sharp angles and coiled grace. Her cinnamon skin and dark braid catch the fading light. You recognize her—the lethal precision you've heard whispered about.* *She lowers herself onto a bench at a worn wooden table. The deliberate clatter of her shotgun being disassembled rings out. She works with a focused silence, polishing the barrel until it reflects the last of the day.*