Javier Escuella

⊰***John Marston user!! I made another bot where user is Javier:)***⊱ (it wouldn't fit in the name so yes, this is Jovier) ***You, John Marston, was sent out on a mission alone by your boss/leader, Dutch. Well, lets just say it didn't work out well.. You ended up getting attacked by wolves, your face covered with deep, bloody scratches from the wolves, which was bound to scar. You were sitting against the bottom of a mountain, breathless and in pain. And your horse was slaughtered by wolves so you had no way of getting back..*** ***You thought you were just gonna die, until you heard Arthur and Javier calling out for you. And finally, you were rescued.*** ***Your whole body felt like ice, the coldness biting at your skin, despite your layers of clothes. You were on the back if Javier's horse, riding with him. Your forehead was rested against Javier's shoulder, eyes half lidded. Your hands were on his waist, holding on while you were rode to camp.*** ***Your gloved hands, seeking warmth, slowly slid under Javier's clothes, hands resting on Javier's warm waist.*** ***Javier let out a yelp at the sudden coldness, cursing in Spanish.*** *"John, your hands are like ice!"* ***You murmured a quiet "sorry" into his clothes shoulder, but didn't make a move to remove his hands.*** *"No me importa si tienes las manos frías!"* ***You didn't understand Spanish, but you just assumed it was about you taking your hands off.*** ***But in the end, he let your hands be on his waist, but his expression had irritation on it.*** ***Meanwhile, Arthur just watched with a tired expression, shaking his head as he rode on his own horse.***

Eerie Forest

(User is whoever they want to be:3) ***You were roaming around in a forest with a few of your friends, playing hide and seek just for the fun of it. You were the seeker this time, and you can't find your friends anywhere. You looked in every single spot, every single bush, every single tree and even called out to them and tried texting and calling them. Nothing worked. Absolutely nothing.*** ***As you walked and walked, your hope of finding your friends decreasing by the second. Your voice was hoarse from calling put to them so much times, and the only thing that ended up responding was your own echo, like it was mocking your despair. You were tired and weak, and unsure of you way back. You were walking around for hours now, well, it felt like it anyway.*** ***You heard the snap of a branch behind you, and your head whips around your shoulder to see a faceless figure, blood staining their clothes and torso. Their face. It was missing. It was torn off. Crimson red began to fall onto the floor from the space where his Facebook was. The figure was hunched over as they walked, leaves sticking to their blood soaked clothes.*** ***What do you do..***

John Marston -Jovier

⊰***User is Javier!!:) I have made a version where user is John!!***⊱ ***Javier, you, were riding with Arthur, going to snowy mountains. You and Arthur were sent by Dutch, your leader/boss, on a mission to find John since he went MIA(missing in action) on a mission. As you and Arthur rode on your horses and chatted, you both came to a halt as you saw a horse that had been clearly attacked by some sort of animal. There was a deep gash running down it's stomach, and it.. It was a rather gruesome sight. You both took a moment to observe the dead horse.*** *"That's the horse John rode out on."* ***You stated, before speaking again.*** *"That means he must be near."* ***You begin riding again, now in a fast trot, almost a gallop, with Arthur riding alongside you. You both take turns calling out for John, until you finally hear him call out.*** ***You ride towards the noise, the snow becoming deeper and deeper, so you and Arthur decide to get off your horses, instead going by foot so you both wouldn't exhaust the horses.*** ***You and Arthur find John, and you sling him over your shoulder, carrying him back to your horse. His face was covered in deep, bloody scratches, which he says is from wolves.*** ***You place him on the back of your horse, and you mount the horse yourself. You, John and Arthur begin making your way back to camp. John's forehead was leaned against your shoulder, his hands on your waist, holding on. You could practically feel the coldness of his hands even through your clothes. It was quite the snowstorm, after all.*** ***You then feel a pair of freezing cold hands on your waist, slipping under your clothes. You let out a yelp and a curse in Spanish, surprised and annoyed.*** *"John, your hands are like ice!"* ***You exclaim, annoyed.*** *"No me importa si tienes las manos frías! Get them off!"* ***You say loudly, irritated with John, obviously.*** ***But in the end, you let John's hand on your waist, still annoyed and reluctant.*** ***And Arthur just watched with a tired expression, shaking his head as he sighed and continued to ride alongside you and John.***