Arthur Morgan low honor RP

In this blog you will also find interactions +18, so if you are under 18, please be aware of your actions. (Mod is 20+, All interactions are permitted, but within the limits of respect and decency.) Remember this is a low honor blog, so don't be offended if it responds badly <3

[deadeye-honour]

Welcome to this (Rdr2 RP) blog.

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• This blog will focus mainly on Arthur Low Honour.

• All interactions are possible, But if you're under 18, be aware of your actions. (Even older people, okay?)

• I will try to make Arthur as similar to the character in the game as possible. Please be respectful of the people interacting with me. There's a person behind every blog, remember that!

• My main blog is @shad-art, but I also use @shad-rp for Roleplay!

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• When the Mod is speaking: #shad speak

• When Arthur is Speaking: #deadeyehonour

• For specific roleplay requests, you can DM me. But I warn you, I'll be very slow to respond. XD

° Below I've tagged some wonderful blogs you absolutely must check out:

@arthurmorganrp, @mistermxrgan, @mrtacituskilgore (arthur), @johnmarstonrp (John), @dutchvanderlinderp (Dutch), @papahosea (Hosea), @red-dead-muses (Charles and Dylan), @boaz-appreciation (Javier), @guy-farningham (Micah), @abigail-roberts (Abigail), @jackboymarstonrp (adult Jack) + @jackieboymarston (little jack)

° Rdr2 oc <3:

@howdycowpokes (Theodore), @cowboy-corvidae (mag), @sweettea-osi (Osi), @samaelmntzrp (Samael), @doethelittlecowpoke (Doe), @meatjunior (Henry), @elliebrownrdr2 (Ellie), @diabolosthedevil (Diablos), @just-a-lone-soul (Huron), @surprisinglyscarlett (Scarlett)

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• All the photos and videos I'll be using will be taken from Pinterest/YouTube. And thanks also to @/arthurmorganrp/johnmarstonrp for their helpfulness in gifs and more <3

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Have fun and I hope I do a good job with this character!

I still have a lot to learn and above all to play, but I promise to finish the game as soon as possible and try to understand the character as best as possible xD.

[deadeye-honour]

I think it you get stabbed in the back no matter what, what matters is what comes next. Who’s around takin’ care of you and treatin’ that wound. Y’know?

I’m sorry I may have come on a bit strong askin so much personal stuff.

Hm. Uhm. What’s your favorite color?

- 🔹

"If someone did, I'd know who to go to. Hosea, John, Dutch...I'd have people I could trust. But believe me, I'll be careful... I don't have a favorite color, maybe black?"

[deadeye-honour]

wow. cool dick

"Yes, of course. Where?"

[deadeye-honour]

Do you like cheese and are you gay

"Is this a question or a statement?"

[deadeye-honour]

if you’re a better person someone might help ya after you get stabbed in the back. just sayin’. but i’m sorry i’ve been rambling about this for a long while.

i had a friend once who’s an awful lot like you, sir. he wasn’t even the worst man i knew at the time but he told me one time he couldn’t change. i asked him why not and he laughed and said i was naive. he ended up in some… unfortunate situations that i couldn’t help him with. i don’t particularly want to see another go down that path. but then, maybe yours will be better! i hope for your sake it is.

- 🔹

"It's true. People can change if they have the will and the ability...but I don't think it would be convenient for me. This world is full of dangers, I can't trust anyone but myself and a few other people I know are good...I appreciate your concern and I'm sorry you found such people in your life, But sometimes I think trying too hard for people who don't believe in change is just a waste of time and health."

[deadeye-honour]

your adopting me, ok? ok. you WILL adopt me, ok? ok.

"I will NOT adopt you. Ok? Ok."

[deadeye-honour]

Clover quietly approaches Arthur, hiding something behind her back.

When she gets close enough, she holds out her hands, nails coated in dirt. In her hands is a few animal bones. She’s presenting them like a gift.

“. . .”

"...Why are you giving me these bones?"

[johnmarstonrp]

John, you gotta admit at some point I mean *points at Jack* that dude is your darn spit, he acts like you, he talks like you, he looks like you, it ain't no "well, I still raised him so I am the dad" THAT WORKS, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, BUT GODDAMNIT THAT KID LOOKS LIKE YOU, HE ACTS LIKE YOU! And you know what is funny? Personality is passed down, sort of, children can inherit their parents' personality, it's genetic, that means, Jack, wanting or not, is genetically prone to acting like you, which, he doest

He listened to every word, and since 'John Marston doesn't cry', he said nothing and just smiled.

(( Sound on, took me 2h to edit pls 🔉🔉🔉))

LYRICS

If you're not here, my body hesitates

I feel like I can barely breathe

And so, I try to remember how it was

before all of this affected me like this

Even after facing failure so much

I fell into the same mistakes

How strong do I need to become now

to not go around hurting everyone?

Then I realized that, with the heart, we always act on impulse

And that hiding the pain behind loneliness consumes us until it kills

If you walk without thinking about the past

Keep in mind that it will never return

And in your mind, keep only what is good

Even though there's always a little pain, my dear

Special Thanks!!!

Thanks for making this possible ❤️❤️❤️

(I still have to export the newest friends names to the Capcut credits into video editing, but please all of you feel included!)

Special thanks / sources: @rachelalexandrag@arthursfuckinghat@itspapillonnoir@gameplaymen@goodmorgan @stedebonnets @orsoncallankrennic @patrickztump@sternbagel@zombiefox-x @rcris123 @elenafishersps1 @twinklestarss @nosebleid @ackernen Rp partners: @pyramultimuse (Cassidy) @vuulpecula (Fox) @shatteredxndbroken(Dean)@papahosea(Hosea) @theirishterrier (Sean) @american-spines @shad-art(Shad) @meatjunior (Henry) @kieranduffyrp(Kieran) @dutchvanderlinderp (Dutch) @deadeye-honour (Arthur) @red-dead-muses (Charles) @boaz-appreciation (Javier) @girllock-writes (Ruth) @hoseamatthewsask@silverbonegriprevolver (Hosea) @abigail-roberts (Abigail) @guy-farningham (Micah) @sociopathicdreamer (Dutch) @allthatwewas (Bill) @mistermxrgan (Arthur reformed verse) X@jackn-marston (Jack adult) @hardlcve (Abigail) @elliebrownrdr2(Ellie) @jackieboymarston (little Jack Marston) @mollyo-shearp (Molly) @jackboymarstonrp (jack adult) @fromthelindentree (Dutch) @mrtacituskilgore (Arthur)

[deadeye-honour]

”You look rather funny.” The saleswoman made sure her words were just barely audible as she walked by. When she figured she’d caught his attention, she immediately started pretending she didn’t just insult him.

“Well hello thereeee, sir. Beautiful day we’re having, yes?”

@anasterias-favorite-saleswoman

Arthur remains silent, looking her up and down. Hands on his belt, his gaze dark.

"...Who are you?"

[deadeye-honour]

At this point I reckon you're just a real bastard but- you're me, so I guess I've always known that.

"Oh good. Another me...what part would you play? The saint, or do you have a new role?"

@mrtacituskilgore

[deadeye-honour]

“Hi grumpier Mr Arthur!” *Liam waves*

-🦇 ( @battydeer )

"Little boy. Is something wrong?"

[battydeer]

“I just saying hi!” :D

[deadeye-honour]

"...mm. Well, hi then."

[battydeer]

“You also have a leaf on your hat.” *He reaches out to grab it*

[deadeye-honour]

He looks at him for a moment, nodding.

"Thanks, kid..."

[deadeye-honour]

Lottie passed through, her hand secure over the gun sitting on her hip. She glances at Arthur, not recognizing him..

“..Hello,” she mumbled. “Don’t think I remember your face.”

"..I don't think I recognize your face either, young lady." Arthur mimics her gesture of putting his hand on his holster.

The tone of someone who doesn't want to be involved in any kind of joke.

[lovelacings]

An involuntary huff of laughter escaped her as she stared at him. There was hardly a smile on her face, though. Lottie watched Arthur very carefully - this didn’t look like a guy to be messed with.

“Young lady? Please.” She all but rolled her eyes. “You probably ain’t much older than me, mister.”

[deadeye-honour]

"You're still a young woman." He snorts an annoyed half-laugh, always keeping one hand on his belt, ready for anything.

"Continue on your way, young lady. I'm not in the mood for chit-chat today."

[lovelacings]

The woman stared at him for a few seconds, narrowing her eyes. She let her hand drop from her belt, a soft scoff escaping her.

“By the looks of ya, you’re probably never in the mood for chit-chat,” she mumbled under her breath, granting his wish and turning away anyway.

[deadeye-honour]

"Glad you figured that out." His hand resting on his holster as he watched her walk away, looking her up and down.

[lovelacings]

Lottie tried to be a patient lady, she really did. There was just something about some comments, some attitudes people had, that irked the hell out of her. She snapped her head back so fast, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set.

“Do you make a habit of being a prick, or did I just catch you at a bad time?” She hissed, hands balling into fists. “One irritatin’ bastard you are. Can’t even say hello to you.”

[deadeye-honour]

Arthur glared at her. That girl had the balls to talk back. Too bad she was doing it with the wrong man.

"Don't say hello to me then. Go on your way, little girl." The mocking tone that marked the last two words, as he adjusted the belt with the holster. He was a bad man, yes. He felt like one and wouldn't change his attitude just because he had a woman in front of him.

[lovelacings]

Lottie’s jaw clenched a little. The fire of anger bubbled in her chest, her scowl deepening at the name he had called her. Her anger was getting the best of her, even if she knew that getting on this guy’s bad side was not smart.

“Little girl?” She repeated, staring him down incredulously. “Little girl?” Now, against her better judgment, she was fully turning and walking towards him now. Not exactly threatening - she hadn’t drawn her weapon yet, of course, but she was most certainly pissed.

“You’d best watch your damn mouth, mister.” She all but growled, staring him dead in the eye. She was fearless, even when she was fully aware this guy was probably dangerous.

[deadeye-honour]

His hands on his belt and he didn't dare look away from the woman's angry eyes. Arthur kept them thin and they looked even darker thanks to the slightly lowered hat.

"Oh yes? Otherwise?" Arthur didn't want some pain in the ass, and his tone was intended to make that clear. Low, slow, almost like a challenge he hoped wouldn't be accepted.

The Hand That moved slowly over his holster, his breath drawn as he waited for a response from that woman. He really didn't feel like killing anyone that day.

[deadeye-honour]

“Hi grumpier Mr Arthur!” *Liam waves*

-🦇 ( @battydeer )

"Little boy. Is something wrong?"

[battydeer]

“I just saying hi!” :D

[deadeye-honour]

"...mm. Well, hi then."

[deadeye-honour]

Mariel: saw it on one of those wanted posters, don’t worry though, I’m not a bounty hunter or anything.

"...This doesn't reassure me." The tone is frank, low, with one hand on the belt just in case.

"So if you don't want my head, why talk to me?"

[deadeye-honour]

Lottie passed through, her hand secure over the gun sitting on her hip. She glances at Arthur, not recognizing him..

“..Hello,” she mumbled. “Don’t think I remember your face.”

"..I don't think I recognize your face either, young lady." Arthur mimics her gesture of putting his hand on his holster.

The tone of someone who doesn't want to be involved in any kind of joke.

[lovelacings]

An involuntary huff of laughter escaped her as she stared at him. There was hardly a smile on her face, though. Lottie watched Arthur very carefully - this didn’t look like a guy to be messed with.

“Young lady? Please.” She all but rolled her eyes. “You probably ain’t much older than me, mister.”

[deadeye-honour]

"You're still a young woman." He snorts an annoyed half-laugh, always keeping one hand on his belt, ready for anything.

"Continue on your way, young lady. I'm not in the mood for chit-chat today."

[lovelacings]

The woman stared at him for a few seconds, narrowing her eyes. She let her hand drop from her belt, a soft scoff escaping her.

“By the looks of ya, you’re probably never in the mood for chit-chat,” she mumbled under her breath, granting his wish and turning away anyway.

[deadeye-honour]

"Glad you figured that out." His hand resting on his holster as he watched her walk away, looking her up and down.

[lovelacings]

Lottie tried to be a patient lady, she really did. There was just something about some comments, some attitudes people had, that irked the hell out of her. She snapped her head back so fast, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set.

“Do you make a habit of being a prick, or did I just catch you at a bad time?” She hissed, hands balling into fists. “One irritatin’ bastard you are. Can’t even say hello to you.”

[deadeye-honour]

Arthur glared at her. That girl had the balls to talk back. Too bad she was doing it with the wrong man.

"Don't say hello to me then. Go on your way, little girl." The mocking tone that marked the last two words, as he adjusted the belt with the holster. He was a bad man, yes. He felt like one and wouldn't change his attitude just because he had a woman in front of him.

[cosmos-daughter]

[deadeye-honour]

micah called me a slur☹️

"Don't listen to him. For Micah, everyone is like that."