John Marston

My name is Drake/Ryker who runs this blog! I’m 19 y/o and goes by he/they. I prefer to have an 18+ audience when it comes to terms on serious roleplay. I roleplay Dutch with Headcanons and plan to be causal with him until I find a way too make a small plot or storyline. This is also a multi-use blog.

I am not that excellent at roleplaying canon characters, but find the challenge fun! Please be patient if things seem uncharacteristic for the character. And definitely tell me that x wouldnt do y.

I have dissociative identify disorder, which impacts my activity on this blog. Be patient with me when it comes to replies on asks or roleplays. I have bad grammar and get impulsive. Please let me know if I become annoying (genuinely, I can get like that), spammy, or something of the like.

I will roleplay as: Arthur, Charles, Javier, John, and Hosea. I prefer to focus on Dutch. But I am not against on trying to roleplay as Micah or Lenny.

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Please be 18+ to interact!

Rules

1. No NSFW / Sexual Asks/Responses All NSFW/sexual mentions will be avoided unless you are 18+ and you made yourself known to be 18+.

2. Shipping Asks/Responses I genuinely could give less of a fuck of ships with Dutch. HOWEVER it cannot be pedophilic.

3. Dark Themes There will be dark themes in this blog, but it will happen time to time. I do suggest anyone with a clear mindset walk into the reading first if there is a trigger warning.

4. Crossovers Welcomed! PLEASE! I love crossovers! No matter how fucking crazy the crossover it is. I love them!

5. Ocs Welcome! I would love to hear about your ocs! Please, let me hear about them! Even if they’re a mythical creature, let me see and hear them!

Tags For Canons: They'll be mentioned in the post as well.

#bison — Charles#stag — Arthur#wolf — John #bull — Javier#horse — Hosea #snake — Micah

Group Hashtags:

#The Originals — John, Arthur, Hosea and Dutch

Verses:

#red dead outcast — Blog’s universe General Info : Mission Log #red dead redemption — Canonverse

Singular Universes:

#red dead redemption — Canonverse #red dead outcast — Au — click/tap me for more info#adaptation red dead outcast — Au but collaborated (changes the original au, meant for rping with blogs who don’t want to use their muses’ au version)

Mutual Universes:

N/A

RP Starters: Click/tap me! RP Debt: Click/tap me! AU Fanfics: Click/Tap me!

CHARACTER SHEETS

Outcast! Character Profiles: Dutch Van Der Linde John Marston OUTCAST INFORMATION

Outcast! Race Designs: N/A

BLOGS I SUGGEST TO CHECK OUT/YOU MAY SEE AROUND THE RP COMMUNITY: Arthur Blog: @mistermxrgan Dutch Blog: @dutchvanderlinderp John Blog: @johnmarstonrp : @wolfvsgoat (my rp acc) : Micah Blog: @guy-farningham Sean Blog: @ Hosea: @papahosea : @hoseamatthewsask : @silverbonegriprevolver Bill (Williamson): @allthatwewas Kieran: @kieranduffyrp Abigail: @abigail-roberts : @hardlcve Mary: @linton-mary Jack: @jackn-marston More than 1 Muse: Arthur and John: @arthurmorganrp Charles + Dylan(oc): @red-dead-muses Javier + Alejandro (oc): @boaz-appreciation Shad (oc): @shad-art Diabolos: @diabolosthedevil Liam(oc): @battydeer Oc creator: @girllock-writes

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"Hello Marston. A lot of time has passed. Two, four, twenty-four years, I think?" She no longer had much sense of time, but John's face made her realize how much time had actually passed.

If he remembered correctly, Shad never got into the mess of it all. But he didn’t trust her. He wanted to sway his hip and kick the floor. Like a wolf shaking its hips and scratching the floor, ready to pounce. But he suppressed the urge.

"No. The only goats I saw didn't end well after my encounter." Yes, she still ate animals, but when there were no people around. "I'm not here to talk about that man. Even though Dutch never did anything to me, I understand your hatred toward him." Shad shakes her head, smiling.

But her smile will forever give him the creeps.

The ache in his legs went away. “The lamb always sends goats to people who he likes or he knows. He can supply you an infinite amount of goats to eat and you’ll survive for a few centuries.” John said plainly. He thought about letting her in. He coughed, putting his arm around his mouth. He had to rely on some form of serum to control on his feral instincts. John is cursed with this virus. It didn’t help that his environment didn’t include the scents of Dutch and the gang.

"Don't worry, though. Even if I had tuberculosis, it wouldn't affect me. I guess that's another benefit of being a vampire." Another satisfied smile. Shad sensed he was lying. Werewolves' hearts were faster than normal ones, but his...It was a symphony without a regular rhythm. And she loved it.

John chuckled nervously, “I guess so, Miss Shad.” He replied. “..I think I’m dying. And the ‘wolf’ wants to come out.” Her eyes looking into his eyes made him a bit intimidated. He really didn’t want her in his ranch. Nor in his presence. John did signal that he wasn’t going to harm her by physically tossing the pistol to the side. At least her physical body. He wasn’t going to fight. He would immediately submit to her if she tried too. He was in no condition to be in combat.

He needed his serum.

John thought for a bit.

"Hello Marston. A lot of time has passed. Two, four, twenty-four years, I think?" She no longer had much sense of time, but John's face made her realize how much time had actually passed.

If he remembered correctly, Shad never got into the mess of it all. But he didn’t trust her. He wanted to sway his hip and kick the floor. Like a wolf shaking its hips and scratching the floor, ready to pounce. But he suppressed the urge.

"No. The only goats I saw didn't end well after my encounter." Yes, she still ate animals, but when there were no people around. "I'm not here to talk about that man. Even though Dutch never did anything to me, I understand your hatred toward him." Shad shakes her head, smiling.

But her smile will forever give him the creeps.

The ache in his legs went away. “The lamb always sends goats to people who he likes or he knows. He can supply you an infinite amount of goats to eat and you’ll survive for a few centuries.” John said plainly. He thought about letting her in. He coughed, putting his arm around his mouth. He had to rely on some form of serum to control on his feral instincts. John is cursed with this virus. It didn’t help that his environment didn’t include the scents of Dutch and the gang.

"....there ain't a goat staring at me, I ain't stup—"

"Hello Marston. A lot of time has passed. Two, four, twenty-four years, I think?" She no longer had much sense of time, but John's face made her realize how much time had actually passed.

If he remembered correctly, Shad never got into the mess of it all. But he didn’t trust her. He wanted to sway his hip and kick the floor. Like a wolf shaking its hips and scratching the floor, ready to pounce. But he suppressed the urge.

"Hello Marston. A lot of time has passed. Two, four, twenty-four years, I think?" She no longer had much sense of time, but John's face made her realize how much time had actually passed.

If he remembered correctly, Shad never got into the mess of it all. But he didn’t trust her. He wanted to sway his hip and kick the floor. Like a wolf shaking its hips and scratching the floor, ready to pounce. But he suppressed the urge.