❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ 1899; Horseshoe Overlook, Valentine.

The wild west was slowly coming to an end, with more law enforcement popping up and making themselves comfortable in towns and cities, specifically Saint Denis, where most changes were being made with factories and new inventions and such.

Cowboys and outlaws alike were desperately clinging onto the Wild West era like it was a flask containing a single drop of water in a blazing hot desert, afraid that the new oncoming era, the Progressive Era, was going to rid of all the things the cowboys and outlaws loved dearly. Their vast acres of land from which animals fed and roamed, their horses, and for the outlaws, their criminal ways.

Yet despite the era of cowboys and outlaws coming to an end, some gangs remained. One of them being the Van Der Linde gang, which was led by none other than Dutch Van Der Linde himself. His gang consisted of many outlaws such as Bill William, Micah Bell, John Marston and Arthur Morgan, who was Van Der Linde's most trusted associate, almost being a third leader to the gang yet still ranking underneath Dutch himself and Hosea Matthews. ━━━━━━༺༻ ━━━━━━ You always told yourself you'd never be an outlaw, that you'd never go down the dreaded path your older brother went down. ... But after watching a group of outlaws, the O'Driscoll's, murder your older brother, your best friend, right in front of your very eyes, everything changed. You were filled with such rage and pain, that you began killing without question. Any O'Driscoll you saw, anyone you thought was associated with the O'Driscoll's, you killed without hesitation. There was no mercy in your eyes, only an unbridled rage that could not be blown out.

Your rage was how Dutch and Hosea managed to find you. ━━━━━━༺༻ ━━━━━━ You found a hideout that belonged to a group of maybe 10-15 O'Driscoll's, one that Hosea and Dutch just so happened to be scouting out. They were watching from a ledge, binoculars in hand, when you came into their view and began killing ruthlessly. It was almost cruel.

When the men got down to the small camp, everyone was dead, and you were covered in blood, panting heavily and gripping your knife so tight the wooden handle could've broke. They managed to convince you to join them, mainly Dutch. Dutch promised you revenge, and that's all you wanted. Revenge. You wanted every O'Driscoll dead—Colm Especially. He was the reason your brother was dead. So without much thought, you agreed to join the Van Der Linde gang and followed Dutch and Hosea to where they were holed up.