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independent / headcanon-based portrayal of the marston daughter from the red dead redemption video game . written by natalie , she / her , 18+ , mun is a brazilian portuguese trans woman .

dossier .

RULES:

mature themes and triggering topics will occur !

i have asd , so please bear with me .

please don't rush me for replies .

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basic dni criteria . ( racists , zionists , homophobes , transphobes , xenophobes , etc . )

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-- @wildlcck liked for a starter .

" i don't want this , " gale says , brushing away sadie's outstretched hand with a flick of her own . the small gift sadie was offering simply didn't meet gale's expectations . in gale's mind , she deserved lavish presents , not . . . whatever that pitiful thing was supposed to be . even as a little girl , gale was like that .

" sorry , not sorry , auntie sadie ! " gale adds , tone dripping with sass .

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❛ maybe you are gettin' too grown t' be playin' with dollies... ❜ with their unblinking stares, the damn things give her the creeps, let alone the kid! and so, she's throwing the threadbare little thing to rufus with a sigh, where it's met with a warmer (if, a little more violent) reception. ❛ well, i musta taken a wrong turnin' somewhere an' missed the highfalutin' little girl store! silly me... when'd you get so high an' mighty anyhow, missy? can't look a gift horse in the mouth- not in this life, honey. ❜

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gale crosses her arms , head tilting back with a dramatic little scoff that seems far too seasoned . brown eyes narrow , lips already forming that familiar pout of displeasure . the fire in her is unmistakable .

" i deserve nice things , auntie sadie , " gale says , voice sharp and sure , like she’s standing on a stage . " not rags dressed up like a doll . " little chin lifts , eyes glinting with pride . " just 'cause we live out here in the sticks don’t mean i have to act like i belong here . "

she smooths the hem of her dress like it’s made of silk , and adds with a snobbish twist of her lips , " mama says i got big dreams . real ones . atleast , not the dreams i have . i'm gonna have furs , and pearls , and real perfume , not just . . . pine trees and cow stink ."

rufus barks in the background , playfully tearing the stuffing out of the discarded doll , and gale barely glances back . " he likes it better anyhow , " she mutters .

and then she looks back up at sadie— eyes gleaming , daring her to argue .

" auntie sadie , i'm gonna be somebody . fancy . like in the pictures . " a pause . " maybe even famous . "

she grins then — smug , self-assured , with the kind of confidence that’s impossible to teach .

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@american-spines liked for a starter .

" ma , i want to be a singer , not a rancher ! " gale exclaimed , practically shouting at her mother . voice trembled with frustration as she tried to make herself understood . gale was clearly irritated—this wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation .

she had no interest in tending to animals or working in a ranch . the thought of living out her days on the ranch filled her with dread , not purpose .

" why can’t you understand that ?! "

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-- @blcsscdson liked for a starter .

" my gosh . . . you still look awful , " gale muttered , exhaling a stream of smoke as she studied her older brother . the cigarette dangled lazily between her fingers , its glowing tip briefly lighting up the growing dusk .

she never could help being a little harsh with him . maybe it was habit . maybe it was the only way she knew how to show she cared . either way ;

she took another drag , narrowed her eyes , and added , " what happened to you all these years ? "

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"Ain't that a nice way to treat your older brother? I sure as hell missed ya Gale." Jack replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he frowned at her smoking. Sure, he did it at times but he didn't expect she'd do it too. Call it the older brother instincts he'd somewhat buried deep down, he just didn't like her doing it, that's all.

'What happened to you all these years?' That was a loaded question. So loaded that it could've been a round in their Pa's old revolver, Jack could've played roulette with that round. He sighs. Should he tell her? Admit to his murder of Edgar Ross down in Mexico and then the years he lived down south? ... She deserved to know. After all, they were the last Marstons, and Jack was the last living member of the Van Der Lindes. They had no one but each other.

"I don't even know where to start... Remember that man? Edgar Ross?" He motioned for her to get closer so she could hear. While the years had passed, Jack was still cautious about talking of his murder. "I killed him. Killed him proper. Tracked him down to Lake Don Julio in Mexico and, well, he said some unkind things and we had a duel. After that I traveled further into Mexico, stayed there for a couple of years before headin' back home, back to Beecher's..." He'd never regret shooting down Ross, he just found it hard to talk about it to his little sister.

"I'm surprised you never came back, I got the ranch up and runnin' again. Like Ma and Pa would've wanted... You never met 'em, but Uncle Arthur and Uncle Hosea would've also loved to see the ranch up and runnin'."

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gale’s lips curled in a slight , tight smile — not quite mocking , but not warm either . she tilted her head as she took another drag , the cigarette’s ember briefly flaring in the twilight . brown eyes , sharp and unblinking , stayed locked on jack as he spoke . the name edgar ross clearly sparked something behind her gaze , but she didn’t flinch .

when he finished , she let out a puff of smoke , heels clicking lightly as she took a few steps closer , just enough for her voice to soften .

" i'm . . . not interested in talking about people i've never met , " she said flatly , flicking ash to the ground like the whole subject bored her . " uncle arthur . uncle hosea . uncle dutch , too , i guess ? all of them . that was your life , not mine . "

her one sharpened — not angry , not quite — but something colder , more matter-of-fact . red lipstick caught the last remnants of sunlight as she added , " you had the luxury of knowing the legends . i just had to survive ‘em . "

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-- @blcsscdson liked for a starter .

" my gosh . . . you still look awful , " gale muttered , exhaling a stream of smoke as she studied her older brother . the cigarette dangled lazily between her fingers , its glowing tip briefly lighting up the growing dusk .

she never could help being a little harsh with him . maybe it was habit . maybe it was the only way she knew how to show she cared . either way ;

she took another drag , narrowed her eyes , and added , " what happened to you all these years ? "

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-- @wildlcck liked for a starter .

" i don't want this , " gale says , brushing away sadie's outstretched hand with a flick of her own . the small gift sadie was offering simply didn't meet gale's expectations . in gale's mind , she deserved lavish presents , not . . . whatever that pitiful thing was supposed to be . even as a little girl , gale was like that .

" sorry , not sorry , auntie sadie ! " gale adds , tone dripping with sass .

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like this for a starter . please specify if you want younger gale or older gale !

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NAME: abigail marston jr .

NICKNAMES: gale .

AGE: in her 30s .

DATE OF BIRTH: march 15th .

ETHNICITY / NATIONALITY: white american . ( scottish heritage on her father's side . )

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: cisgender female , she / her .

FAMILY: john marston ( father ) , abigail marston ( née roberts ) ( mother ) , jack marston ( older brother . )

ORIENTATION: asexual / aromantic .

OCCUPATION: singer .

HEIGHT: 5'6'' .

MBTI: estp .

TEMPERAMENT: choleric-sanguine .

HAIR: brown .

EYES: brown .

PERSONALITY TRAITS: is quick to anger , impatient , arrogant , snobbish , independent , determined .

BACKSTORY:

gale's arrival into the world was a turbulent one , a challenging labor that left her parents fearing for her survival . however , against the odds , gale survived and grew up under the shadow of their past with the van der linde gang . her life was anything but peaceful—although her parents tried to settle down after leaving the gang , the legacy of their criminal past followed them relentlessly , forcing the marston family into a life of constant movement .

gale’s formative years were filled with instability , a constant fear of danger , and a struggle to maintain any sense of normalcy . from the start , gale's life seemed marked by hardship . still , there was resilience in her . even as the family struggled , they found moments of peace on their small ranch at beecher's hope—though even that would soon be shattered .

in 1911 , when gale was still a child , the tragedy of her father's sacrifice defined the rest of her life . the raid by the u.s. army and government agent edgar ross at beecher's hope resulted in the death of john marston and the destruction of their hard-earned peace . john’s death was a turning point in gale's life . abigail had died a few years later , and gale was left with her older brother jack , who *tried* to help raise her , even tho he was struggling himself .

though gale faced overwhelming loss , she channeled her pain into something bigger . life on the ranch didn’t suit her; she was never meant to be confined there . gale dreamed of the spotlight , and she wasn’t afraid to pursue it . determined , she worked tirelessly to make a name for herself , finding success as a singer in the entertainment industry . her ambition and drive pushed her through many hurdles , but her sharp , sometimes brash nature became a key part of her identity .