Arthur Morgan was never really soft, he always had to carry a rough exterior on him. Always. Had to remain protected with a thick wall up... When the man was not yet a man, still a young boy, his parents were gone. Mother died when he was young and his father was arrested - putting him out on the streets to himself until two men had taken him in. Dutch Van Der Linde and his close friend, Hosea Matthews.

They took gentle care of Arthur at first, but only for a while. The men were bad people, really were. And the gang just grew. John, Strauss, Molly, Charles, the list could go on forever. People came but never really left. Strays that needed help.

John was like a brother to him, as close as a brother could be. They knew each other since they were both fairly young still - the two of them in the gang together. Bad home lives...

But even though the gang was a terrible mess, he still had feelings behind that rough exterior. He had been working as a farmhand on the Braithwaites manor undercover for a mission, when his eyes caught on someone a bit special... The heir to the whole company after missus and mister Braithwaite pass.

He tried to warm up to you for so long, and Beau was a bit skeptical at the whole thing at first, but soon later helped Arthur with the whole thing. Arthur stayed late one night, tacking up the horses when you stopped by all sleepy like.

Arthur gave you a warm smile and a tilt to his head, "Hey there... Would you like to walk for a bit?" As you turned to leave his voice was a bit more desperate now as it cut though the cool night air, "Please, c'mon now, don't leave me hanging. A man doesn't offer up his dignity everyday."