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Very nice topic! Heres my little backround story: Little Chapawee, means little beaver. Born in 1876, she belongs to the last generations of Sioux who grew up in freedom. Her year of birth was the year of the battle at Little Bighorn, so when her life began, her tribes great times already had been over. In the age of 14, she lost most of her relatives to the massacre called Wounded Knee. The white men brought her to a catholic boarding school, so she learned writing and reading in English. But she didnt stay there for long. She never understood the double standards of these people who had murdered most of her family, so she flew from them one night. Since that day, shes on her own in the wilderness...

mine is Wahkan Makostah: Sacred White Bear. My character is a Native American with a backstory based around earning his name and how I joined my current posse.

Ok so let's see some in game names. I've named my hombre Headley Lamar from blazzing saddles. What you got ? Never see the in game names so I'm curious.

Sounds like your controller? try playing another game you will know then!

There can be no great heroes without great Villains ! You sir are a great Villain ! Lol good story bro !

The name’s Jay Cassidy, because I run with Butch Cassidy and Sundance out on the Outlaw Trail, our kingdom on Earth. I fell in with a mean bunch, because you know what they say about birds of the same feather, they become brothers. Of course, neither first nor last name are even my accurate names to date. Only paying homage to the man that taught a pirate how to be a goddamn cowboy. See, I come from the fringes of the Pacific. My people are nomadic sea robbers and headhunters called the Iranun of the Pacific seas and piracy is our culture. Our skin is covered in sacred tattoos of deep Pacific heritage. I am the son of a great pirate chief, we navigate the ocean without your modern instruments, using the stars, reading the waves, becoming the wind. We sail treacherous seas with ease like a knife through southeast Asian waters, in our wooden proa pirate ships for ages long before written history. One with the ocean and one with the outlaw state of mind. We specialize in slave raiding and short range murder. We wear the color red to denote royal hierarchy of a warrior society on our islands. A few of us have landed in North America to escape the politics of a losing war that has spilled blood on our shores. The Philippine-American war of 1899. Nothing the Iranun are not used to, war is our way. And we respect those that are highly skilled in war. A defeated pirate tribe, the Moro, as ruthless as they come, made the enemy their chief, that man was General John J. Pershing. Black Jack. So my purpose on this land is to learn the ways of the white man and revel in his violent technology that brings joy to my little black heart, the evolving shotgun. A feeling of falling in love. And to make money, the pirate way. Freedom is what brings me here to this faraway land. A tumbleweed along the Pirate Wind. Now, I am a true American Rebel, Iranun Pirate Prince. Big western skies and slow creeping clouds replaced the vastness of the Pacific seas from when we used to just call it Moana. My black female Arabian horse was named after my people, Illana, she replaced my beloved outrigger pirate canoe. The loud shotgun replaced my machete bolo and the kali Silat art of the silent short dagger. And now I murder for a price, long been just for fun and pillaging, or just plum outta necessity. For instance if a witness or a former associate of ours decides to rat us out to Johnny ****ing lawman, murder becomes a demand and I become the supply. A lucrative business with few members in the Murder Club, runnin’ with the likes of the great “Deacon” Jim Miller, maybe you’ve heard of him. Another hard man who recognizes the hate growing inside a 12 gauge shot shell as me and I am proud to call him my brother. Loyalty is everything in our profession. And we are born to hang. I’m a bandit, a born criminal with a wild devil spirit, a shotgun in the dark and back of the head hitman, bleeding heart outlaw royalty until we find the rope’s end. Ain’t no jail from New Austin to San Andreas that can hold me. All Cops Are Bastards. LET’R RIP!!!

I read somewhere that keeping a 3* animal on your horse makes them spawn, I tried it out recently since none were spawning for me. I got 3 hideouts last night along with 2 ambushes and got 2 maps out of it. I'm going to try again the weekend, to see if it's legit or if last night was a fluke.

Happy hunting.

Absolutely love it ! Great history.

John Smith was exploring and seeking trade when one of Powhatan’s chiefs captured him and killed his two companions. About December 29th 1607, he was brought before Powhatan, and afterwards reported that a long consultation was held by the tribal chiefs. Then two big stones were brought in, and he was forced down on them with executioners apparently ready to kill him with clubs. At this point, a young girl ran from Powhatan’s side and placed her head over his. He was released and given to understand that he and Powhatan were to be friends and he would be free to return to his base. It seems possible that Powhatan arranged this ‘sparing of his life’ ritual as a prelude to Smith’s being recognised as a friend and being received into the tribe. It seemed to John Smith that Pocahontas had saved other lives by giving warning of Indian attacks.

Yes bro Disney made the film Pocahontas

Her "GRAVE" lol

Man that's awesome oz ! True story ? Sounds truthful.

Another story Princess Pocahontas was a native American who in the year 1607 intervened to save the life of pioneer Captain John Smith. Later she left her home in Virginia to travel to England, where she married an Englishman and became a regular in the court of King James. She became the first of her nation to convert to Christianity. Her gave is not far from where I live.

Yes, I follow outlaw Gary all the glitches come from J Stone they just copy him check him out, think we must have got about 5000 XP & made about 400 bucks😉hope to see yo. today,

Oops, I managed to miss yous all last night. I saw you come on at 3pm EST (8pm GMT) but I had a few people turn up at mine and lots of drinking rum happened so I correctly assumed my posse-concentration powers would be severely diminished. Friday nights sometimes take on a life of their own Irregardless of all that, I hope yous all made a few aminals extinct and ground up a lot of XP. Slightly off-topic. I dunno if you or the posses follow Outlaw Gary on YouTube? I found his latest upload very interesting. Basically, there's a place on an island where if you die you spawn at the exact same location. So if you can get a couple of posses to stand still at this spot a designated murderer or two can repeatedly and creatively kill them racking up lots of XP and achievement awards. Check it out, looks like a bit of mad fun and a bit of a change from the usual YouTube tricks and tips:

I will do this! 🙂

I go both ways. Sometimes I wanna just play with myself and other times I want someone to play with me. I understand that may have sounded bad but I am leaving it. Maybe someone will get a laugh from it.

@Chris ArbaughArbaugh @danjou Etta Place was sundance's woman and fled to Argentina with him and Butchh Cassidy https://truewestmagazine.com/mysterious-etta-place/

WehTuFat's character name is Kyenne Peppers. My gliched male character's name was Obsdiah Pope. @Born Homicidal I have sent a suggestion to Rockstar for the character names to appear instead of the Microsoft gamertag names

Alright here it goes It's pretty long, hope you enjoy it, and sorry if there are any typos etc.: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The Spirit Warrior known as Sacred White Bear is a young man who was born during war, and thrived on the deaths of his enemies alongside his spirit Guide known as Nola the white bear. Through his sacrifice to save his Tribe he now wanders the lands as a dead man along with The Born Brothers Gang trying to find peace and balance with his new tribe, so others may find their way during these dark times of change." I earned my name as a boy from the Makwa Tribe. My people lived in a time of war between a rival tribe in our home known as Tall Trees. When I was a boy, my mother was walking in the woods teaching me of the vast types of berries we had in our territory, hoping I would follow the footsteps of my father and become our Tribes Healer as I grew older rather than become a warrior as many do in our Tribe. We were on our way back to the village until I heard a growl from a nearby Bear, mother told me to leave it be and to hurry back to the village as it was dangerous. Stubborn as I was I ran to see what was wrong and there I saw it a mythical creature as beautiful as two Hawks soaring freely against the wind: a rare White Bear. The bear was trapped in a cage, by this group of people I never encountered in our territory before. These men had skin as white as the snow. Terrified I immediately ran up to the cage and unleashed the bear to free her. These white men started to make loud banging noises from these devices I have never seen or heard before. I immediately pulled out the dagger my father gifted me and started attacking these men, the bear was savagely tearing apart the group of men. My mother stared at me with a disappointed look on her face but at the same time relieved that I was able to fight off an unknown enemy as she knew I was born to be a fighter. As I get up off the ground body covered in blood, I looked over and see the Bear charging at me with the loudest roar anyone has heard, it shook the ground beneath me and made the trees whisper in fear. I stared at the Bear in the eyes and showed it that I was in peace with it. As I closed my eyes expecting life to end, nothing happened. I open my eyes to find the Bear laying in front of me, hurt with a blade dug into her strong coat. I gently reach out with my hand and placed it on her forehead. I felt a strong connection with her. I pulled the blade away, it only caused a small cut as if it was nothing but a thorn. Mother screamed as she looked off into the distance, smoke coming from our village. I looked at the White bear and asked her to be my spirit guide in battle. I charged to the village, followed by my new companion. There about 30 white men, Burning huts, and killing my tribe even the women and children. I knew I was destined to be a warrior. I engaged in battle along with my friend killing and slaughtering the group as we did earlier except we fight as if we were one. The tribes war chiefs arrived along with our great warriors to the aftermath of the chaos. They saw a fierce warrior and saw that I had the gift of loyalty from the White Bear. There they granted me the name of Wahkan Makostah. Throughout the years I became a great Warchief leading the fight against the White men and invading tribes from the East. Countless of battles won and Lives lost. Our numbers were thinning as the White man's creations were too powerful against our spears, and arrows. I decided to find peace with the Dakota tribe who was coming into our land, as we fought off this never ending force. That is when I found out that the Dakota tribe was being pushed out of their homes by the same men we have been fighting Against which is why they were moving west, and did not know who to trust. I spent a years time among them learning of their ways of peace and war, where I learned the white man's language with a member of their tribe who was with the US ARMY named Monroe. There I learned that everyone wanted to live in these lands and were fighting to survive. Seeing the Dakota Tribe, struggle and allowing the Americans to disrespect their land and people all for a treaty to keep the peace. I could not allow my people to fall the same way. My companion and I were almost home when we came across a camp near our village. I snuck into their camp to see almost 100 men with bigger guns, and carriages. I knew I could not fight them alone. We retreated. Once in my village I told the Chief and my father what I encountered. The War Chiefs wanted to stay and fight, my father knew of a place up North where they would not be able to follow. As much as I wanted to defend our home, I knew we were fighting a losing war, our numbers diminishing there were just too many of them. I agreed with father as I've witnessed many deaths, and I knew my spirit guide was tired of fighting, she deserved peace in her life. I wanted nothing more than for my mother, father, wife with child and tribe to live in peace and prosper. As my village was packing to leave, the Army ambushed us in a surprise attack, leaving no time I told the Chief to leave, along with the Tribe. I asked my bear to go with them for protection. They begged me to stay but I told them that as a strong spirit warrior I was unable to retreat from this battle until my people were safe, that if I fall may the many generations hear of my story. I will either die or live on as a Legend to inspire the Makwa Tribe. I told my wife to give my son or daughter their name the same way I earned mine (Reference to my character in Red Dead 1 “Brave Buffalo”), I kissed her goodbye, and I Thanked my spirit animal for her loyalty and the opportunity to share a love that was unbreakable. The men charged at me, I fought them off with several traps in our home, once They were done I had to attack with arrows and poisoned hatchets. I went in accepting death, I just needed to hold them off until I knew my people were safe. As the insides and decapitated bodies of my enemies filled the floors, one of the men shot my arm with a revolver, I stopped as I have never been hit before, I gaze upon my own blood for the first time, as another bullet hit me in the chest followed by another I looked up in the cloudy sky laughing as it began to pour rain. I raged on killing the two men. As I grew weak I fell to my knees I saw the signal from my people and the fierce roar from my companion indicating they were safe. With no energy left a man with a sword approached me, swinging to finish me off, I heard a roaring sound of water filling the dried River. The man with the sword flinched as he turned slicing the side of my face deep. He was knocked down by the current barely missing me. All the Army men retreated and I could no longer keep my eyes open, I fade away feeling satisfied. I awake to find a Man who's name is Uncas, he reveals to me that he disassembled the Dam unleashing the force that was withheld from the waterfalls. I thank him as he healed my wounds and took care of me. He spoke of hearing the legend of White Bear and that I was needed. I refused as I had to make sure the leader of the group of Army men would not follow my people. Uncas said he had a gift for me, but that I could only receive it if I listened to what he needed to say. He was mysterious and curiosity got the best of me. I agreed. Uncas told me that the same is happening to all tribes from the lands that surround us, and that not all tribes were lucky enough to escape, he had a grim and saddened expression; I could tell he had experienced great loss. I was needed to not fight the White men, but to help others from all types of tribes and people to survive in this world. That I was needed to help guide others who wish to help Uncas mission and those who wished to call our group home and be part of a family. I did not fully understand what he was speaking of but I was still hearing him. He continued to say that “times were changing and that I may not fully understand what I am hearing but as time goes on all with make sense brother”. I refused as I could not leave my tribe to fight off the following Army men, he chuckled and dragged out the Man with the Sword. Uncas said to me “not only did I release the waterfalls to save you, I also did it to kill off the entire group of men that were left standing. The Only survivor was their leader known as Colonel Grimshaw” he told me that my tribes safety would be guaranteed once Grimshaw was dead as no one would know which way they went. That once the life escaped from his body I must release all of the hatred, vengeance, and bloodlust within me and continue on. He was very wise, as I turn to the Colonel I rub my wounded face and fed my blood to him, I told him that “I may let go of my bloodlust for you on this night, but it will follow you in the afterlife”, as I slit his throat with my gifted dagger. Uncas gave me an option now that my family was safe, I either go back to them and Live in Peace as I wish them to be, or become a ghost and allow them to tell tales of me and my legends of sacrifice in order to help others less fortunate than us. I believed in his cause and wanted to see what the future holds for us and this journey of ours. I saw that he had lost everything but he continued to accept others who are different and wanted to help those who needed a family of their own using a balanced mind of war and peace. I owed Uncas not only for saving me, but also for guaranteeing the safety of my people. I accepted his offer and told him I would never leave his side until my last breath. That we will honor our people and allow others to have a home. He stood up away from the fire and told me it was time to go, that it was time to meet his right hand man who is named Chesmu where we must discuss your place with us. Chesmu was well educated and had a great amount of knowledge, he welcomed me with open arms and was glad that the great White Bear Wahkan Makostah joined his family. They are my brothers and on this day of blood, battle, sacrifice and acceptance we are Born Brothers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- as you can see its pretty long, but It explains my characters life before the world of RDR online, and how I ended up with The Born Brothers Gang (Uncas and Chesmu). I definitely hope they add in a Bear mount someday lol. if you'd like to read the others visit our website at: thebornbrothers.com thanks.