You choose every layer, every accessory, with dozens to hundreds of each to choose from. You can go in and fine-tune minute details like whether or not to roll up the shirt sleeves, or button the collar, or whether to wear your pants under your boots. These clothes get dirty in real time depending on what you do in the game. Mud, dust and blood linger unless washed off. Every garment has a warmth rating based on its material, and the game calculates what temperatures an outfit is suitable for based on the combined total. Dressing too cold or warm for the weather causes health debuffs.

You can choose which way he parts his hair, and whether he gels it. If you eat too much he gets bulkier and gains a double chin, and if you eat too little he can go underweight and get all bony and sallow. Both of these states come with stat changes. His hair and beard grow in real game time, and you need to routinely style and shave his facial hair if you want any style other than a full Santa. You need to bathe him regularly or people will start commenting on his BO, and he'll start visibly appearing filthy long before that. He sunburns in the sun, and in the heat he becomes slick and glossy with sweat.

This shit is IN DEPTH. It blows the customization systems of actual fashion-centric games like tf2, Monster Hunter and Splatoon out of the water in every regard. They honestly look basic in comparison. It's a paradigm shift for sure once you experience RDR2's level of customization. Everything else starts to feel smaller.

The player character all this customization is applied to, and I simply cannot stress this enough, is a 36 year old, 6'3" smoker weighing well over 200 pounds, with facial hair thicker than a sheepdogs, forearms like gnarled tree trunks and a dark, dense forest of body hair covering every reasonable surface. His skin is pocked and marred with scars from a rugged, nomadic lifestyle, and his teeth are the colour of cornbread. He has a thick southern accent, is a known mean drunk and knows how to skin pretty much any North American animal. He has never worn deodorant, flossed or moisturized. He eats canned beans, fruit and the like by simply pouring them into his mouth and gulping, often while walking or riding a horse at full gallop.

“But my memories of him…they still pure”

BROOO I want justice 😤

@jakeandsadieadler this can be farfetch, but i came across this letter coming from an elderly rich man from Blackwater. Its a letter written to his son named Jacob. When i read it I can't help to think this is connected to Jake. It's about the father being upset with his son, who wants to marry a woman who is far lesser than him. Clearly whoever this 'Jacob' is, he was born with money and his family disapproves to associate anyone poorer than them. He explains how love was never in the picture when it came to marriage. It can make sense seeing how Jake isn't used to the mountain life, he is more laid back, enjoys reading a lot more than working. He could've also changed his name, throwing away Jacob to not be associated with where he came from. Plus in RDO, he talks about having trouble with money and the letter explains how he was disinherited and taken out of the will, receiving not even a penny. There is no Last name written in here unfortunately, but i can't help to feel the connection.

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Dear Jacob, Our conversation Thursday last was deeply disturbing. I cannot believe You would see fit to disobey me. To disobey the family. We did not achieve our stature in life by following our hearts. By giving into every silly whim and childish fancy that takes hold of us. I thought you understood this. Do you think I married for love?

Do you think that your grandfather did? My mother was a fine woman and a good mother, but no man could love her. We have our position in society because of these sacrifices. Now you wish to throw it all away because of a dalliance with someone who you described as an actress. But I have reason to pursue is little more than a streetwalker. How could you?

Y'all remember Sadie's conversation with Arthur in the very beginning of Horsemen, Apocalypses?

Sadie: "And now you and Dutch have joined high society? My lord above!"

Jake: "Yeah, it seems so."

Sadie: "I think my days in polite society are over."

Of course, she may just mean the common, civilised society by "polite society", but it will actually make so much sense if Jake comes from the upper-middle class.

Also, I always find it strange that Sadie and Jake decided to have a ranch so far up north where virtually nothing can thrive. But it would make a lot of sense if it is to stay away from his family.

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