Karen Jones in vintage portrait

John muhfuggin Marston

(Yes I know he got curly hair in this)

Abigail Roberts: Vintage portrait

(Why she got me feelin some typa way)

Tilly Jackson in vintage portrait style

(I know her face looks longer than in game but this was the best I could do😂)

Hosea Matthews in vintage portrait

Thank You

People REALLY seem to like my vintage pictures of in-game characters. This blog was meant to be for my red dead oc (but seeing as I have taken a small break from her red dead AU, I have chapters but I just dont wanna post them yet) I will make more game characters photos.

Who would yall like to see from the game?

Mary-Beth Gaskill in vintage portrait

Since so many people seemed to like my Dutch photo, heres one of Molly

I made a vintage Dutch photo because he does appear in my characters story line.

Esmé around the age when she was told of her parents deaths

Death of the Family

Arnaldo walked home through the front door and was greeted by André. They hugged and André bent down to whisper down in the others ear. Neither one of them looked happy, in fact, Arnaldo got a solemn look on his face.

“I said all those years ago that when our little ángelita asked, I would be the one to tell her.” He sighed and walked into the living room where a small girl sat on the couch reading a small picture book. She looked up at him and greeted him smiling as he sat down next to her at her feet. “Mi ángelita. . .” he said as she continued to read her book. “Your grandpa André tells me that you've been asking questions about your parents and where they are.”

“Yea,” her voice was small and cute, exactly like an angel. “I always see the other kids in the schoolhouse walk off with their mommies and daddies but I don't.” Arnaldo felt sad listening to her speak of her parents. He didn’t want to lie to her, to tell her that they were still alive but left her alone. Having her bear ill will towards their memory was not something he wanted to have her be in the future. Such a loving child, so sweet and tender, he didn’t want to watch her innocence be replaced with hatred towards his and Andrés children.

“Papito, where are my parents?” He held back his tears as she looked at him with a confused and wide eyed face. She looked up as his hand moved her strands of white hair from infront of her face to behind her ear as he said;

“Mi pequeña, están muertos.” her wide eyes now turned to just confusion, she hadn’t learned spanish fluently yet so she did not know what the last word he said was.

“What does that word mean?” Arnaldo let out a small tear from his eye and kissed her forehead as he struggled to tell her of their demise.

“They’re dead.”

There was the dreaded look he never wanted to see from her. “They were attacked on their way to visit your aunts and uncles and they. . .” This wasn’t his little girl he saw, it was a young woman who was no longer shielded by the loving care of family. “Just know they always loved you, none of this was their fault.” She cried so hard that it seemed that more patches of her hair turned white being the most stressed she had been in her nearly ten years of life. He hugged her and tried to console her but she fought back and broke free of his arms. She ran past her grandfather watching them in the entryway of the living room and ran out behind the house. She hid inside the dark, cold, and damp stable house and cried, curling up in a ball behind the boxes. The small white foal walked up to her and nudged her until she embraced it.

“Hello Thomas.” She continued to cry as she ran her fingers through the foal's white locks. “My parents are dead, I’m sure you know how it feels though, to not have any parents.” The animal laid down next to her and pried his head between her legs and her chest until she straightened them out, allowing him to lay his head in her lap. “Your parents are alive though, I saw them, they’re very healthy, and strong, big horses.”

She looked out the door of the stable shed and saw her two grandfathers hugging each other through the kitchen window. Arnaldo seemed to still be crying into André’s jacket and he consoled him. Moving her eyes away from the window she looked up at the night sky and focused on the moon. The white light shone on her strands of white hair, brightening them up. “My grandfather says that my hair is like this because my mother has hair like this, and my grandmother had hair like it as well.” She dried the remainder of her tears away with the sleeve of her shirt and hugged the foal tightly around its neck.

I swear I’m going to kill the people who killed my parents.

Edited picture of Esmé, one of the many I’ve made

Now I just wanted to say I am by all definitions and meanings, absolutely 𝙉𝙊𝙏 a good writer. I hated english, never ever wanted to pursue a writing career of any form. I write because creating a story for my OC is fun and Ive got too much emotional and personal attachment to her.

Just a disclaimer if you believed that any of what Ill post here would be any good. (ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ)

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐸𝑠𝑚𝑒́ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑎, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑈𝑆 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦. (Second French Intervention of Mexico) 𝐸𝑠𝑚𝑒’𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝐿𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜. 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑈𝑆 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝐸𝑠𝑚𝑒́ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 1874.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐸𝑠𝑚𝑒́ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑠𝑚𝑒́ 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑠. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑜 𝐿𝑖𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒́ 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝐸𝑠𝑚𝑒́ ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 “𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑠.“ 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ, 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑡 5 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 5 𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙.

𝑬𝒔𝒎𝒆́ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒉

𝑬𝒔𝒎𝒆́ 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 - 𝑳𝒊𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏

𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏: 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 23𝑟𝑑, 1874

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝙾𝙲 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜.