Slinger turned Keep

Olivia Hald, former Texas Ranger, Owner and Proprietor of The Violet Tap Saloon - Red Dead Online - Follows from @olliehaldstan

[wintersongstress]

RDR2 Scenery [13/?] — High Noon in Hennigan’s Stead 🌤️

[cowbollie]

BABY GOT HERSELF A NEW LOOK!

WOO!

Say what you want about the Red Dead Online community and those who run it, but... It’s still just as visually stunning as ever!

AND THE CLOTHES!

[cowbollie]

“It’s beautiful, ina, like you wouldn’t believe.”

[cowbollie]

[cowbollie]

Olivia “Ollie” Hald - Character Sheet! LFC! Red Dead Online

Personal Information

Name: Olivia “Ollie” Hald

Native Name: Shikoba “Little Feather”

Age: 28

Race: Half Caucasian - Half Lakota Native American

Height: 6′2

Birthplace: South Dakota

Current Residence: New Hanover

Profession: Tavernkeep, Owner of The Violet Tap Saloon, former Arizona Ranger

Eye colour: Sapphire

Languages - English, Lakota, Algonquian (passable), Caddoan (passable)

Traits

Favourite Colour: Red

Likes: Sharpshooting, hunting, honour, strength, loyalty

Dislikes: Pity, brigands/outlaws, tight spaces, mice

Martial Prowess: Scoped rifles, handguns, bow & arrow

Family

Mother: Kachina “Dancing Spirit” - Lakota Oglala

Father: James Hald - American

Brief Description

“A giant of a woman, taller’n most fella’s you’d seen, ‘n angrier’n a puffed toad!”

A sapphire gaze sits upon a cranium swathed in deep crimson locks. The smooth, silky hair drags lithe across a stern visage. Soft and gaunt may be proper terms to describe the face of this woman; pronounced cheekbones resting upon smoothed cheeks - a thin pair of pale, glistening lips lay perched upon a vexed, gnarled frown. A large scar strode from the corner of her mouth, arcing like lightning upon her pallid flesh as it crossed past her ear. A clear sign of the wounds of battle.

Standing at a large six feet, two inches, Ollie is by no means a common example of her kind. Her arms boast a small, tone group of muscles. Arms which appear wracked with various scars; ranging from long, jagged streaks which seem to chase after one another as they traipse about her person, to deep pocks, smoothed over with scarred tissue.

It is quite clear this woman has been witness to much violence in her life. Seemingly more-so reflected within her deep gaze; filled with a hidden fury.

A hefty 7 chamber revolver is holstered amidst the hefty leather belt which sat upon her hips. Nicked and scraped, it is clear this revolver has seen much use, and yet appears to be in rather well condition despite these features. Cleanly oiled with a sharp glint of reflected sunlight.

[cowbollie]

Letters Home - Vol 1

 Iná, I write to let you know I am safe. The winter has been hard here, only a stone’s throw from the mountains. Often I’d find the cold biting through my furs, pushing me nearer the fire. However, business through the cold months has been, more or less, steady. I’ve even thought of a name for the tavern; “The Violet Tap”.

 I know you would not approve of my venture, however, I find my times past taking a toll on me. My last job, nearly a year ago now, has left me with more fatigue for adventure than what I know what to do with. Since arriving, I’ve found the people of the land, more or less, at ease. I’ve even met some I may consider acquaintances. Another Bounty Hunter in Strawberry, for instance, reminded me a bit of myself. It wouldn’t pain me to see her more.

 As the last few frosts of the winter melt, it’s once again become easier to find meat to fill my larder. More travelers have been wandering the road, and stopping in for a drink, food, and a night’s rest.

 I’d merely wish you’d leave the reservation and join us. Although, I’m not entirely sure how well greeted you’d be, honestly.

I wait your next letter.

Your Little Feather~

( @wests-wow-gang for mention! iunno if you’ve got an IC blog for her XD)

[arthur-matthews]

When hunting big game in the snowy mountains, you should remember two things: Keep warm, and keep hidden. A white fur coat, gloves, and hood will do both at once. Otherwise if the bears don’t kill you, the cold just might.

[arthur-matthews]

OOC shot simply because I love that Bison Hood.

[thatsbelievable]

[kiixiies]

[cowboahfrankel]

Mahlah Jones and Frankie Russo ft. Clint Eastwood the horse. Up to their usual shenanigans.

[knightwayne]

— bryan adams

[lustyargonianmaid]

sorry but she’s perfect

[nuclearloop]

RDR2 online girl…she robs a lot of rich ppl 

[pedropascalforpresident]

[rus-califi]

🔫🤠🐴🏔️🏞️

[cowbollie]

@wests-wow-gang ‘s Tess met Cowbollie today! Had a pretty good time! Met each other at the Saloon in Strawberry. Introduced one another. Think they may get along pretty well!

As a side note, Tess’s mun is a super cool person! Nice, and fun to play with! Went to take a buncha photos together before playin’ some story missions that prioritized ‘stealth’.

Seems our stealth needs some work...

NEEDLESS TO SAY THAT WE ARE COMING FOR YOU, CHEESE BANDITS! WE GOT YOUR BROTHER, MOZARELLA! YOU’RE NEXT ALFREDO!

[cowbollie]

Olivia “Ollie” Hald - Character Sheet! LFC! Red Dead Online

Personal Information

Name: Olivia “Ollie” Hald

Native Name: Shikoba “Little Feather”

Age: 28

Race: Half Caucasian - Half Lakota Native American

Height: 6′2

Birthplace: South Dakota

Current Residence: New Hanover

Profession: Tavernkeep, Owner of The Violet Tap Saloon, former Arizona Ranger

Eye colour: Sapphire

Languages - English, Lakota, Algonquian (passable), Caddoan (passable)

Traits

Favourite Colour: Red

Likes: Sharpshooting, hunting, honour, strength, loyalty

Dislikes: Pity, brigands/outlaws, tight spaces, mice

Martial Prowess: Scoped rifles, handguns, bow & arrow

Family

Mother: Kachina “Dancing Spirit” - Lakota Oglala

Father: James Hald - American

Brief Description

“A giant of a woman, taller’n most fella’s you’d seen, ‘n angrier’n a puffed toad!”

A sapphire gaze sits upon a cranium swathed in deep crimson locks. The smooth, silky hair drags lithe across a stern visage. Soft and gaunt may be proper terms to describe the face of this woman; pronounced cheekbones resting upon smoothed cheeks - a thin pair of pale, glistening lips lay perched upon a vexed, gnarled frown. A large scar strode from the corner of her mouth, arcing like lightning upon her pallid flesh as it crossed past her ear. A clear sign of the wounds of battle.

Standing at a large six feet, two inches, Ollie is by no means a common example of her kind. Her arms boast a small, tone group of muscles. Arms which appear wracked with various scars; ranging from long, jagged streaks which seem to chase after one another as they traipse about her person, to deep pocks, smoothed over with scarred tissue.

It is quite clear this woman has been witness to much violence in her life. Seemingly more-so reflected within her deep gaze; filled with a hidden fury.

A hefty 7 chamber revolver is holstered amidst the hefty leather belt which sat upon her hips. Nicked and scraped, it is clear this revolver has seen much use, and yet appears to be in rather well condition despite these features. Cleanly oiled with a sharp glint of reflected sunlight.