#healthysclf :: ind. sel. 18+ only red dead redemption/western oc. HEAVILY UNDER CONSTRUCTION
PERSONALS DNI. MUTUALS ONLY.
a study in loss, found family, oddities, and finding your place
gabriel || she/they || 26
interest tracker || memes || headcanons || open starters || wanted plots
heavily affiliated with motley aka @hauntboxed
rules and about under the cut until i get a carrd made
rules
one. don’t be a dick. all usual rules apply (no godmodding, no bigotry, ect)
two. tag your shit, i’ll tag mine
three. anon hate will not be tolerated.
four. i will not ship dottie with any muses under 25. this number may change.
five. i ship chemistry. don’t follow assuming you’ll get a ship.
six. feel free to fuck dottie up. she is my barbie and this is our sandbox.
seven. enjoy the girl!
about
General Information First name: Dorothea Middle name(s): Rose Surname: Samson
Nicknames: Dot, Dottie, Doc Age: 23 Date of birth: July 29, 1876 Race: Caucasian Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual
Physical Appearance Height: 5’1” Build: thin and lanky Eye colour: Brown Skin colour: Pale Distinguishing features: Nose freckles and a scar on her cheek Build of body: Thin Hair colour: Blonde FC: Mia Wasikowska
Personality Likes: Dogs, horses, swimming, warm weather, pretty jewelry, peaches Dislikes: Lawmen, the color green, hunting, cold weather, darkness, roses (she’s allergic) Fears: Death, darkness Personal goals: To someday become a real doctor General attitude: Dottie seems absentminded, but keeps a sunny disposition in her own way. Religious values: Raised Christian, but doesn’t pay much mind to the faith. General intelligence: She is a sponge for knowledge, constantly devouring books. Social intelligence, however, is lacking. General sociability: Dottie is wary of those she’s unfamiliar with, tending to stare rather than talk. When on a subject she knows a lot about, however, its hard to get her to shut up.
History Before Dottie was even born, a young man of seventeen named Joseph Samson met a girl while studying medicine abroad named Clara. Almost instantly, he fell for her, and a year later, the couple married. In late July of 1876, the young couple were blessed with the arrival of their baby girl, who they named Dorothea after Joseph’s grandmother. To Joseph, life was perfect. He had his medical practice, his baby girl that he treated like a princess, and his wife, who he treated like a queen.
Unfortunately, Clara did not feel the same. Only sixteen at the time of their marriage, Clara felt trapped and, as soon as the Samson family moved back to the States, she ran away from her husband and daughter, never to be seen by either again. Heartbroken but resilient, Joseph took on the strange role of being both parents for the young girl, raising her the best way he knew how. Around the age of eight, he noticed her taking an interest in his practice and began to teach her the way of a healer, planting the seeds for the doctor she would become later.
Dorothea was very happy with her home. She loved her father, and learned from him one must always be kind, patient, and loving first, and that, deep down, most people were good. He raised her to never react out of anger or cruelty, and to always turn the other cheek. As such, Dottie was a shy girl, and very much a pushover, much to her father’s dismay. He hoped to, later in life, undo that mistake and help her grow tougher, but as fate would have it, he would never get the chance.
One cold winter night in 1884, Joseph and Dorothea were on their way across country for a new life in the South when their stage coach was attacked by road agents. Joseph attempted to play the hero, and was injured for his troubles. After that, the job just kept getting worse and worse, ending in the stagecoach being on fire and most people that were riding the coach dead. Even after begging for his life, Joseph was killed by the road agents, leaving Dottie alone in cold night with nothing. For days, she wandered by herself with no food or water until her little legs finally gave out. The next thing she knew, she was in a warm tent, an unfamiliar man tending to her. Dottie eventually learned that luck (or perhaps something else) was on her side that night: she had collapsed on the outskirts of the camp of the Dutch van der Linde gang, and somehow, they had found her buried in the snow.
The next year was a blur to young Dorothea. She never said a word to anyone, but would quietly obey when the adults asked something of her.
Every gang needs someone to sew their wounds, cure their sickness, and mend their broken bones, and the van der Linde gang is no exception. Though not a fully trained “real” doctor, Dorothea “Doc” Samson knows how to fix everyone's ailments with an odd sparkle in her eye and a needle in her hand. A young lass of 23, Dottie came to the gang when she was a child, and her natural talent for a needle and thread (and observing her father, a doctor himself) put her on the path of being the camp’s unofficial sawbones. Whether it be a bullet wound, a flu, a broken bone, or even a hangover, Dottie is there with the best cure she can find.
