This is an ask blog for 'Red Dead Redemption's' character, Arthur Morgan.
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𓆱About Arthur𓆱
This version of Arthur Morgan is high honor and currently lives with the Van Der Linde Gang in Horseshoe Overlook. He likes to visit the small town of Valentine and hunts big game for the camp while longing to be free from the life of an outlaw. Arthur often finds himself wandering away from his home in search of what it means to have a life of freedom and peace. He converses with the folks of his travels, sketches new places and animals, all while running over the turmoil of the bad decisions that he's made- wondering if redemption is even real to a man like him.
Despite constantly hunting for the camp, Arthur often forgets or ignores his hunger, leaving him underweight. He feels as if he only needs to eat if he's starving.
Arthur does not consider himself to be a spiritual man, but he does recognize signs and omens. He may not always know what they are or what they mean, but he knows that they're important. Animals' behavior and sightings and weather changes are prominent indicators (mainly bucks, doe, and cloud formations).
Arthur has expressed interest in women, but he also hides his interest in men. He doubts and blames himself for this, at times getting angry, but he slowly realizes that he can't break what can't be controlled.
Arthur struggles to understand love, and at times, confuses the feelings of romance and friendship. Love plays tricks on him, or so he says, while he just gets his feelings confused with one label or the other.
"The stars are real pretty in The Heartlands tonight. Feels like I've got a whole blanket of colored dust over me. It feels awful romantic for someone so rugged, like I should be sharing this with another. Ain't nobody here but the Pronghorns and Coyotes tonight, though."
Arthur looks up to the painted sky above him once more, contemplating. The light of the crescent moon shines upon him like a beam, seemingly showering the man with its praise. His horse snickers and shifts its weight below him, making the leather of its saddle creak low. He writes again.
"I had a strange thing happen to me. I was riding through a forest when I saw the shadow of a man on his horse just ahead of me. He only appeared on the trees as the sun shined on them. I turned to look at my own shadow to make sure that he wasn't mine and when I turned back, he was gone. It's something weird to say this, but I felt like it was me. Or rather, a ghost of me. I don't know what in the hell happened or why, but maybe it was a sign that things will be alright in the end. Or maybe I'm just losing sense of who I am to see ghosts of the living. I don't know yet. I guess I'll just have to live some more to find out."
Arthur shuts his journal. His eyes glaze over the trunks of life before him. The leaves dance in the warm light of the sun. Dappled shadows trickle in and out of its reflection upon the trees. Nothing takes shape. The cowboy pats his horse, and they continue to move alongside the past and future of themselves that will forever be etched within the rings of memories of the wood that they pass.
It's raining in The Heartlands. Nothing too heavy, though the droplets and wind make the animals shiver. Arthur's in Valentine again, though he isn't sure what for just yet. Your voice makes him stop his horse just around the corner of the main road, its businesses surround the muck and shit that make up the small town. The older man raises his brows in silence. After a few moments, he looks down at you from his animalistic pedestal. With a curt nod and his fingers perched on the brim of his hat, he continues onto his way to the saloon. You watch as he saunters off. A glance was caught, and nothing more.
A lot of shit has happened to us since I last posted, but then again, shit's always happening to us. We're planning on getting out of this muck either way. That being said, I'm gonna make this blog ask only until further notice. We've started a job recently, and I just don't have the time or mindset to roleplay like I used to anymore. I'm real sorry about the change, but I hope that I can still provide a good experience for y'all.
I know that things have been quiet for some time now. Unfortunately, it may stay like that for a while longer. Life keeps pushing all kinds of shit towards us, towards me. I just ain't really in the right mind to roleplay like I want to. I'm sorry.
I've made a blog for reblogs and stuff, if you're into that sort of thing. Otherwise, just hang tight. I'll be back someday. I love y'all. 🤎
Seeing how Tumblr has been even worse about eating asks this year. Reblog this if your roleplay partners have permission to ask you if you've received their ask(s). After it's been a week or so since they've sent it.
"I took a trip with Kieran today. We went fishing in a spot that he found on the edge of West Elizabeth. Think it's called the Dakota River. He's got a kind soul. Despite how we've been treating him, he still asks about me. Worries about me. He's like Hosea, in a way, but younger and more nervous. He's been making lures again and gave me another one. It's real pretty, kind of reminds me of a grasshopper, though I think that's on purpose."
Kieran smiles brightly and waves from afar before casting his line again. The sun's rays are dappled between the shade of the oaken leaves and pine needles, but shine gracefully onto his pale skin below. Arthur smiles warmly and shakes his head with a chuckle.
"I think I'm starting to like the little guy more."
He raises his new wooden lure to the sun. Its oblong shape tapers at the back, but it's decorated with long tan feathers of a pheasant for antennae, small blue glass beads for eyes, vibrant green feathers of a male mallard for the wings, wooden thighs, and skinny brown feathers of a pheasant for angular patterns along the body and thighs. It shimmers in the light as Arthur tilts it. He can't help but grin at the craftsmanship of his new gift.
"Hello sir. I don't want to bother you too much. I've seen you somewhere before, but I'm not so sure." She tilts her head, trying to figure out where she's seen that man before. "I'm not sure why I'm talking to you, maybe it's just... curiosity."
(hello mun! Happy to see ya (*´ω｀*), I hope it's not a problem interacting with you this way!)
Arthur shifts his weight with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't recognize this girl, but that surely doesn't mean that she hadn't seen him before. He's a wanted man. It's surprising that more people haven't recognized him, but like her, there are bound to be some. Still, he doesn't want to seem too intimidating. His large arms cross over his chest as he tilts his head.
"Have you, now? Well, we can talk for a bit. I won't be busy for a while, miss."
🌾 Hello. 👋 I don't mind, I'm happy to interact. :-)
"I don't want to take up too much of your time, really. But I've seen you around here and I thought I knew you. But I could be wrong. I'm not very good with faces." She scratches the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed.
She was almost ashamed of having stopped a man in the middle of nowhere just to find out who he was.
Arthur nods. He decides to play along with this situation for a little while. It could provide him with some information about his bounty that he could easily snuff out. He keeps a kind and nonchalant approach to keep her worries at bay.
"I got one of those faces, miss, even if you have trouble recognizing it. What was your feller like?"
Shad thinks about it for a moment, trying to remember. "It was just a drawing. But I remember a beard, short hair, and a hat. Black, since the ink was dark."
Shad looks at him better, tilting her head and smiling slightly. "He seemed like a handsome man."
She wasn't familiar with wanted documents; she'd just read the name, not even noticing if there was money. She was in a hurry that day.
Arthur chuckles at the compliment and smile that he received.
"So you're lookin' for a 'handsome' bearded man with short hair and a black hat, and you came to me. Well, I'm flattered miss, but I wouldn't know if it was me unless you got that drawin' on you. Or maybe you can take me to where you saw it."
She makes it sound like a wanted poster. The cowpoke doesn't want to believe it, but he's almost certain that his instinct is right. A drawing where she only talks about the face and hat means that she probably didn't see much of the other clothes- a drawing of a headshot. If it's anywhere nearby, they'll have to move again. Images of the people in his camp, his family, coil around his heart, but he needs to keep them hidden. A warm smile peeks down at the woman while his mind cycles through plans of escaping.
"Oh, I saw that poster weeks ago, in a town that now... well, doesn't exist anymore." It was a small town with few inhabitants, bare, but with an inn and stables.
She used to work there, but after they found themselves on the run when the outlaws arrived, she was no longer there. Probably not even the town was used to it anymore.
"But I remember the name that was written on it." She says, struggling to remember the letters, her eyes narrowed. "A certain...Arturo Mergon? Oh no. Ugh. Dam me."
Arthur looks around at the townsfolk that trudge through the mud. He doesn't want to ruin his reputation here. The cowboy motions for the woman to follow him as he walks towards the white wood of the church across the road. Should he be honest with her? Tell her to leave and never come back? He needs a plan and fast.
Shad looks at him for a moment. Did he want her to go with him? She wasn't so sure. She might have been naive about some things, but not about that.
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't think that's the case. I won't follow you to strange places just because you ask me to." She looked at him as he was already walking. If he wanted her to follow him, he'd have to give her a good reason.
"It still doesn't seem like a good reason to me. If you want to talk, let it be somewhere where not many people pass by, but there's still someone there." She says, making her way alongside him.
As much as she should have been afraid of the situation, the man seemed trustworthy to her.
"Then we'll go just a bit further from behind the church."
His light eyes glance down at her. She seems awfully calm for such a situation. Usually people would turn and run whenever Arthur told them to follow him somewhere. Must be a change in his demeanor, he thinks. He shakes his head at himself.
When they arrived behind the town church, she turned to look at him. She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. She wanted to see where this was going.
"So. What did you want to tell me that was so important?" Surely there was a reason why he didn't want to speak in that place.
Arthur keeps his gaze fixated on the area around them. He needs to make sure that absolutely nobody's listening. He knows that nobody is. He knows that the people know him well enough to not cause any problems. But he still worries.
"...Listen, miss. You need to forget about that poster you saw. That man...he ain't like that no more."
Shad raised an eyebrow, puzzled. What did he care about? The man she had seen was a flower-lawyer. Perhaps she knew him?
"So what? It's a poster. I can't do anything. I'm not a bounty hunter." She looked at him more closely. His robust posture was betrayed by that strangely gentle gaze.
After a moment of silence, she thought it was a good idea to ask."Maybe you know him?"
Arthur gives her a brief nod as he continues to look towards the people around them.
"Know him pretty well. He's just...tryin' to get his life together, now. Tryin' to decide whether to leave the gang or not. The obvious choice would be to leave, but..."
His gaze softens.
"...he's got family there. And he can't convince them to go with him."
Okay. It all seemed a bit too "precise." The man in front of her spoke in great detail about the man she'd seen on the posters. Something was starting to turn on her.
Shad was naive, but not stupid.
"I understand. It seems like you can't handle it that well." She looked at him with a soft gaze. "I'm really sorry. But that poster was there, and I can't remove the bounty." She wasn't sure why he was telling her that.
"But if you want, I can take the papers down when I see them around."
Arthur finally gives the lady a solemn look. He knew he'd say too much, but maybe he wanted to be caught. He doesn't know.
"I'm...I'm sorry, miss. I shouldn't have tried to deceive you like that. Old habits, I guess."
Her offer was tempting, however- swirling around in his mind with allure. It sounds too good to be true and in his life, it usually is. But her eyes...they were sincere. Letting her go may not be a good thing, but he can't just bring a civilian into camp just because they saw a poster of a wanted man. Arthur sighs between morals.
"What you've offered is a nice gesture, miss, but you can't go around tearing down papers from the law. I ain't gonna get you in trouble for something stupid. Besides, if they catch you, then they can track us down from there."
Shad narrowed her eyes at him, thinking. So what could she do? She was a civilian. A simple woman in such a large town. Even if she had taken down a few posters, she didn't think anyone would care.
"So what? The important thing is that I don't tell anyone I saw you, right? I don't even know your name." She gave a hint of a smile. She would have known, she just didn't remember, but that didn't matter to her anymore. She had understood who he was.
"And then, Hey, if they catch me, I won't talk and I'll try to act naive. I'm good at that, you know?"
Arthur chuckles and shakes his head. She's a sweet one, but she has much more to care for than tearing down some posters of a wanted outlaw, much less knowing his name.
"No, miss. You don't have to run from the law. Why start now when you have your whole life ahead of you? Your life to explore, find someone, settle down- all without the interruptions of outlaws or lawmen. I ain't gonna let someone risk it all for the good of someone else."
The worn man looks in the direction of the sheriff's office. His expression is grim as he swallows his own doubts about his life and family. He's thought about turning himself in before. How he'd make someone in camp, probably John, sign something and Arthur would tuck the paper into his hat or pocket. Then John could collect the money, get his family out of the gang, have a real life with Jack and Abigail. Arthur sighs heavily and returns his gaze to the woman in front of him.
"Don't be like me, miss. It all starts with one little thing."
His tone is low, forlorn with something that he doesn't want to approach.
Shad looked at him softly. There was much more going on in the man's head than he was saying. She nodded, understanding his words.
"I won't become like you. I don't think I'm made for your world... actually, I'm not sure which world I'm made for." She gives a small laugh, looking away. "But whatever life throws at me, I'll face it." Then she looks back at him, smiling. "For now life has put me in front of you and I don't think it went so badly."
Shad gave him a little pat on the arm. "Well, big man. It was nice meeting you. I'm always here. Who knows, maybe someday we'll meet again."
Shad nodded at his name. Now she could put a name to that face. "Yes, of course. One day, maybe, who—" Then it hit her. She looked up at him with a start, incredulous. A shiver ran down her spine. It was true that she suspected that he was the man they were talking about, but having it confirmed was another thing.
"Y-you..you are-" Now that she looked at him more closely, he did indeed resemble the man she'd seen on that yellowed piece of paper. She lowered her gaze, embarrassed. "Of course you are. What a shit figure..."
She blushed slightly at the memory of calling him a handsome man. Then she took a step away, pretending nothing had happened.
Arthur chuckles at the woman's rosy cheeks and her reaction towards the reveal of his name. He didn't seem to mind it. It felt...normal in this rough life. The man gives her a warm smile and tilts the brim of his hat down in response.
"Until next time, miss..."
He pauses.
"...Actually, I don't think I ever got your name, ma'am."
How does dutch feel about you leaving camp so often?
Arthur sits up in his cot, and looks towards Dutch's tent in front of him. The man is already staring. Black locks slicked back into curls that complement his intricate black vest with crimson on his back. Dark eyes and a chevron mustache to match, and a tan birthmark on his upper left cheek. His legs and back are straight, creating a powerful silhouette. With a cigar in hand, he nods at Arthur ever so slowly.
Arthur sighs.
"Dutch only likes when I leave for camp. He doesn't want me to fool around none. Just...bring provisions and come back."
His light eyes reach for Dutch's dark set, but they're struck by command. Arthur sighs again.
"Dutch...he's startin' to not appreciate me or my work around here- thinks that I'm losin' faith because I go off explorin' and talkin' with you fine folk. Not goin' on any scores back in Valentine 'cause I dare to care for some of y'all like people instead of livestock."
He gives a stern look to Dutch, who raises an eyebrow- the two challenging each other in silence.
"And maybe he's right. Maybe I am losin' faith in someone that wants this much control over his people."
These were some of my favorite screenshots of the scenery, most of which were taken in New Hanover and on the outskirts of West Elizabeth. :-)
The last one has the map because the rainbow was fading so quick, that I panicked and pressed the screenshot button instead of going to photo mode lol.
Also, the horse's ears in the seventh picture belong to Hope and Honor! :-)
On a related note, we're going to be packing up the last set of things for the next couple of days. I'm going to pick up the XBOX so that I can transfer all of my screenshots and play RDR2 one last time before we give up the console for another. I'm hoping to get some new ones for the blog. :-)
Hi Barley! I saw that you said something about "knowing Arthur too well" and I was just wondering what you meant by that? /genq
🌾 Hello. 👋
Yeah, I thought I would get an ask about that haha.
I'm a fictive (alter) of Arthur Morgan. I also go by Arthur, but talking about me vs. the version of me that I'm playing is...confusing lol. So in terms of the blog, I'd use a different name while talking with me, the admin.
But I'd rather use the blog for roleplaying rather than talking about system/alter shit. I wouldn't mind talking about how I play the game and how it relates to myself and the blog, but I'd rather keep more personal questions and inquiries separate.
This is also not an invitation for someone to "talk to the real Arthur Morgan". I am not the real Arthur Morgan and I am not the only introject of him. Please don't make conversation with me based solely on this. I'm happy to chat about the game and my writing, but please don't try to talk with me just because of who I am. This has happened to us far too many times, so I feel the need to clarify my discomfort.
I made the blog to roleplay because I miss my life before things went to shit. I like to write about my experiences, my family, and the people that I loved as well as the life that I wanted. Still want. I just like to explore and have fun with writing with others. :-)
