RDR2

Local criminal clans and gangs in different regions. In the state of Lemoyne, the gang encounters the Lemoyne Raiders, former Confederate Southerners turned brutal marauders, as well as the wealthy Gray and Braithwaite plantation families, who are trying to use the heroes in their dirty internecine wars. In the wild forests of Roanoke Ridge, the gang is confronted by the Murphreys, feral, insane and bloodthirsty cannibals who carry out brutal raids on camps.

The Van der Linde gang is waging a war on several fronts, defending their freedom from lawmen, mercenaries, big tycoons, and rival criminal gangs. These are elite government mercenaries led by Andrew Milton and Edgar Ross. They are hired by big capital and the state to completely eliminate the gang. The Pinkertons follow the trail of heroes across the states, use modern methods of detection, set up ambushes and will not rest until each member of the gang is behind bars or in the grave. From the vigilant city marshals in St. Denis to the corrupt provincial sheriffs in Rhodes and Valentine. The gang fights them in any raids, train robberies, or bank robberies. A huge bounty has been placed on the heads of the gang members, so they are also hunted by heavily armed squads of bounty hunters.Leviticus Cornwall is a ruthless and incredibly wealthy railroad and oil tycoon. After Dutch's gang robs his personal train, Cornwall turns into their personal enemy. He has unlimited resources and personally sponsors the Pinkerton Agency, demanding that they brutally punish raiders who dare to encroach on his private property.The O'Driscoll gang are Van der Linde's long-standing and most sworn enemies in the underworld. This is a huge, brutal and numerous group led by Colm O'Driscoll. There is a long-term personal blood feud between Dutch and Colm due to the past mutual murders of loved ones. Their gangs wage an ongoing war for territory, resources, and influence, making regular raids on each other.

The main goal of the Van der Linde gang is to pull off the last major and successful robbery, make a huge fortune and forever escape from the persecution of the American authorities. With the money they receive, they dream of buying land in a distant tropical paradise, for example, in Tahiti or Fiji, in order to establish their own, completely independent commune there. In this utopian community, they plan to live a free farm life on their own terms, far from laws, taxes, and the encroaching industrial civilization they so vehemently despise

The action takes place in 1899, at the turn of the century, when the old Wild West begins to give way to the industrial age. This is a time when cowboys, freelancers, and nomadic communities still exist, but they are already facing the rapid development of technology, the growth of cities, and the strengthening of state law. The plot takes place in a vast fictional territory of the United States, divided into five contrasting states. Mountain Ambarino meets with harsh snow-capped peaks and wildlife. New Hanover combines endless grassy plains, dense forests and trading settlements. The southern state of Lemoyne is covered with swamps, old plantations and turns into the huge industrial metropolis of Saint-Denis. Forested West Elizabeth stretches from the tranquil mountains to the developing port city of Blackwater. Sun-scorched New Austin is a classic sandy desert on the border with Mexico. The entire geography is tied to the constant movement of heroes through these regions, where they set up hidden camps, plan their affairs and explore territories.

Van der Linde's gang is not just a gang of brutal robbers, but a close-knit, nomadic community of outcasts, idealists, and criminals who have escaped the pressure of the law. Within the gang, there is a strict hierarchy, where the absolute leader, charismatic mentor and father for everyone is Dutch Van der Linde, and his right hand is the stern and loyal shooter Arthur Morgan. They call themselves a family, where men, women and even one child share a common life, protect each other and contribute a share to the common camp purse.The main ideology of the gang is built on the utopian philosophy of Dutch. They fiercely fight for absolute human freedom and the right to live by their own rules, in complete harmony with the wilderness. The gang opposes itself to the advancing civilization, the American government, the big industrial magnates and the law, which, in their opinion, deprive people of their souls, turning them into powerless slaves of the system. They see themselves as noble robbers, modern Robin Hoods, who rob only those who got rich on other people's tears - banks, corporate trains and corrupt rich people, while fundamentally trying not to offend ordinary poor and hard workers. However, behind the façade of high ideals hides a harsh reality. The gang is on the run from the ruthless agents of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, hired by the state to destroy them completely. Their main and cherished goal is to pull off the last major robbery, make a huge fortune and forever escape from America to a tropical paradise like Tahiti or Fiji to found a free commune there. In the course of the story, their noble struggle turns into a desperate, bloody war for survival. The leader's paranoia grows, ideals crumble under the pressure of the cruel twentieth century, and the "family" itself slowly splits from within due to betrayal, doubts and the realization that there is simply no place for them in the new civilized world.

Tumbleweed and Armadillo are sun-scorched frontier settlements in deserted New Austin. Armadillo has almost been turned into a ghost town due to an outbreak of deadly cholera, while Tumbleweed still maintains a tough order thanks to the hardline sheriff.

Blackwater is a modern, clean and rapidly developing port city with rudiments of asphalt roads and stone buildings, embodying the imminent arrival of civilization. (from there the Vander Linde Gang escaped)

Annesburg is a gloomy, gray, and deeply polluted mining town on the east coast in the Roanoke Ridge region. The life of the locals is completely subordinated to hard work in the coal mines. The air here is poisoned by burning, the ground is covered with soot, and the workers are embittered at the whole world and at the mining company that exploits them for a pittance. Not far from it is Van Horn, a dilapidated and godforsaken trading wharf with no law, no sheriff, and every sidelong glance in the saloon that leads to a bloody shootout

Saint-Denis is a huge, technologically advanced metropolis in the state of Lemoyne, reminiscent of New Orleans. The city is divided into wealthy neighborhoods with colonial mansions and cobbled streets where aristocrats walk, and dirty port slums shrouded in thick factory smoke. At night, the streets are lit with electricity, trams run on the rails, and numerous police strictly monitor order. Cultural life is in full swing here, theaters, luxurious ateliers and underground casinos work, but street robbers operate in dark alleys.

Valentine is a classic, bustling provincial cattle town in the state of New Hanover. His whole life is centered around the cattle trade, wooden saloons, where fights constantly break out, and muddy dirt roads, which turn into an impassable mess after rain. It's a rugged but welcoming place for cowboys, shooters, and merchants.

Rhodes is a sleepy and dusty southern city with a distinctive red earth, stuck in the Civil War era. The atmosphere here is saturated with mutual hatred and paranoia, as the city is unofficially divided and controlled by the two oldest plantation families, the Braithwaites and the Graes. The law is corrupt here, and outsiders are met with suspicion.
Strawberry is a quiet, picturesque mountain town in the state of West Elizabeth, built among dense coniferous forests and turbulent rivers. The local eccentric mayor is actively trying to turn this backwater into an elite resort for wealthy tourists, which is why the wooden buildings look well-groomed, although the harsh morals of lumberjacks are still preserved inside the city.

A four-year-old boy, a short, fragile and thin child with an angelic, clean face, chubby cheeks, large curious brown eyes and a shock of soft, disheveled dark brown hair. As a child, he is dressed very simply and homely: he wears a light dirty white cotton shirt with short sleeves and funny blue denim jumpsuits with buttons, from under which small, worn-out brown leather shoes are visible. Being the only child in the camp, Jack is the main ray of light and everyone's favorite. By nature, he is an incredibly kind, quiet, obedient and dreamy boy. He grows up surrounded by violent criminals, but does not understand the essence of their "work" at all, remaining absolutely innocent, naïve and pure at heart. Jack is very attached to his mother Abigail, reaches out to his timid father John and sincerely loves to read tales about knights, which is why he often has his head in the clouds and dreams of noble adventures. His movements are childish, clumsy, light and unhurried: he often squats in the grass, playing with twigs, picking wildflowers for his mother or sculpting figurines from mud. Older gang members, especially Arthur Morgan and Hosea, often take him for walks or fishing in an attempt to give him a glimpse of a normal, safe childhood. Jack's voice is a very high, thin, sonorous and incredibly gentle children's treble. He speaks slowly, lisping a little and stretching out the words, with genuine childlike sincerity and curiosity. In his intonations, you can always hear absolute friendliness, joy from simple trifles and slight timidity when adult men around him begin to argue or swear loudly.

A fifty-year-old man of medium height, thin and visibly emaciated build, with a pale, sunken face, bags under his eyes and an eternally blurred, wandering gaze. His disheveled gray hair sticks out in different directions, and his face flaunts sloppy, patchy gray stubble. His clothes are remnants of former greatness, which now look dirty and greasy: he wears a shabby black priest's frock coat with torn buttons over a faded white shirt that is completely absent from the austere white colorata collar. On his feet he wears baggy black trousers and old, worn-out leather shoes. Due to his strong addiction, Swanson lost faith and turned into a deeply unhappy, weak-willed alcoholic and morphinist, suffering from hallucinations and endless guilt. At the same time, he remains an incredibly kind, intelligent and sensitive person who once saved Dutch's life, for which the gang tolerates his constant drunken antics. His movements are shaky, awkward and fussy: he constantly stumbles, walks in zigzags, grabs poles so as not to fall, or sleeps dead in the most inappropriate places. He spends his free time delirious, wandering between tents with a bottle of cheap sherry or hiding behind trees to get another shot of morphine from his secret medicine cabinet. From time to time, his conscience awakens in him, and he begins to pray fervently according to the old Bible. Swanson's voice is a quiet, trembling, hoarse and emotionally unstable tenor with an intelligent accent. He speaks confusedly, often switching from tearful, apologetic whispers to loud, panicked lamentations. In his intonations, you can always hear deep despair, drunken delirium, mental anguish and bitter regret for the lost life.

A forty-six-year-old Austrian, a short, thin, and physically weak man with a pale, intelligent face, thin lips, a pointed nose, and a cold, calculating gaze. Round glasses in thin metal frames always sit on his nose, and sparse, smoothly combed back graying hair reveals a high forehead. His clothes look austere, pedantic, and not at all cowboy-like: he wears a clean white cotton shirt with a starched collar and a long, dark gray vest made of thick cloth, buttoned up to the top of the button. On his feet, he wears strict black trousers, held in place by thin suspenders, and polished city shoes made of smooth leather. He does not carry a weapon on his belt, and instead of a holster, he always has a leather tablet bag with debt books. Strauss is a cold-blooded, ruthless, calculating and pragmatic accountant of the criminal world. He is devoid of compassion for other people's grief, perceives people only as numbers on paper and is engaged in the dirtiest business in the gang - usury. At the same time, he has a perverted concept of loyalty and is devoted to Dutch to the very end.In the camp, Strauss keeps to himself, completely ignoring fun and gatherings around the campfire. His movements are slow, quiet, neat and purely businesslike: he sits for hours at his wooden desk, scrupulously counting the camp share, writing down debts in an ink book and neatly arranging coins. He never participates in raids, preferring to send Arthur to knock money out of unfortunate debtors. Strauss's voice is a quiet, dry, insinuating and monotonous tenor with an expressive, sharp German (Austrian) accent. He speaks politely, measuredly and frighteningly calmly, without a single emotion. In his intonations, there is a chilling clerical dryness and absolute indifference, which does not change, even when he sends another impoverished family to certain death.

A forty-nine-year-old man, stout, squat, and very plump, with a round, weathered face, good-natured eyes, a large nose, and a thick, luxuriant horseshoe mustache that covered his upper lip. His outfit looks simple, casual and unkempt, as befits a cook: he wears a loose white cotton shirt with an unbuttoned collar and sleeves rolled up to the elbows, over which he wears a worn blue denim vest. The bottom of the wardrobe consists of baggy brown canvas pants held in place by a wide leather belt and rough work boots. Over his clothes he almost always wears a long, blood- and grease-stained butcher's apron of thick burlap, and on his head is a rumpled black felt cowboy hat with a straight crown. By nature, Pearson is a boastful, noisy, but deep down he is a very soft, cowardly and good-natured person. He is genuinely proud of his past in the Navy, loves to embellish his military merits, and always tries to be useful to the gang by providing them with food and shelter, although he often suffers from ridicule due to his clumsiness. His movements are heavy, heavy and unhurried: he is constantly fussing around the cauldron, stirring soup with a pot, chopping meat on a wooden table or freshening the carcasses of animals that Arthur brings him. In his free moments, he likes to sit by his tent, drinking rum from a flask, smoking a pipe and enthusiastically telling the young members of the gang endless sea tales. Pearson's voice is a loud, sonorous, hoarse and slightly smoky baritone with a classic sailor's accent. He speaks noisily, emotionally, with frequent good-natured laughter or plaintive grumbling, when Arthur does not bring him fresh game for a long time. In his intonations there is always a fussy care, goodwill and a light, funny resentment that no one in the camp really appreciates his hard work at the cauldron.

A twenty-five-year-old woman of medium height, athletic and lean build, with a stern face, a piercing look of yellow-brown eyes and long blond hair, which she gathers in a careless braid or ponytail. At the beginning, her outfit is simple - a long dark blue skirt, a faded pink sweater and a gray apron. But later she completely changed her wardrobe to a men's: she wears a thick yellow (mustard) shirt with rolled up sleeves, a leather vest and tight canvas pants. On her feet, she wears massive leather boots with spurs, and completes the look with a rumpled brown hat. A double weapon belt with holsters for revolvers hangs low on his hips. By nature, Sadie is a fierce, fearless, absolutely ruthless and revenge-obsessed woman. Having survived a terrible personal tragedy, she turns from an ordinary farmer into a dangerous, cold-blooded and reckless fighter. She despises weakness, is not afraid of death and has an unbending iron will, but at the same time remains deeply devoted to Arthur and those who helped her in difficult times. However, soon her behavior changes dramatically: her movements become sharp, swift and aggressive. She flatly refuses women's duties such as cooking or washing, demanding that Dutch go to work on an equal basis with men. She spends her free time alone, furiously cleaning her revolvers or going out on reconnaissance. On missions, she acts as a mad stormtrooper, being the first to rush into the thick of a firefight. Sadie's voice is a very harsh, hoarse, smoky and anguished viola with a rude Texas accent. She speaks abruptly, harshly and loudly, with frightening, dangerous lows. In her intonations, you can always feel the pent-up rage, icy determination and audacity, which during the fight grows into a mad, chilling scream.

A twenty-one-year-old young girl, short, slender and very fragile, with a refined, pretty face, delicate skin, large expressive brown eyes and thick brown hair, neatly styled in waves back. Her outfit looks elegant and romantic: she wears a light closed cream-colored blouse with puffy sleeves and a beautiful bow neckerchief, over which she wears a long, fluffy skirt of deep emerald green color made of soft fabric. She is shod in elegant black flat shoes. By nature, Mary-Beth is the most gentle, dreamy, kind, and compassionate girl in the camp. She has a sharp mind, innate intelligence and sensitivity, sincerely empathizing with the problems of her comrades. At the same time, she hides the talent of a first-class pickpocket and a cunning swindler. Mary Beth does not like violence and secretly dreams of a writing career, dreaming of one day escaping from the criminal world. Her movements are smooth, soft and unhurried; she never enters into conflicts and often acts as an empathetic listener with whom Arthur can have a sincere heart-to-heart talk. Though Susan occasionally makes her work, Mary-Beth slips away from her duties at every opportunity: she hides behind tents to read cheap romance novels or secretly write her own stories in a notebook. Mary-Beth's voice is a very quiet, gentle, melodious and velvety soprano with gentle intonations. She speaks slowly, politely, competently and lullingly. In her speech, you can always hear sincere warmth, romanticism and childlike innocence, which instantly fascinates people and makes others treat her with trepidation and protect her from any camp adversity.

A twenty-one-year-old African-American, short, graceful, and slender girl with soft, beautiful features, warm brown eyes, and dark curly hair neatly arranged in a bun. She dresses simply, modestly, but very neatly and neatly: her outfit consists of a light aqua blouse (light green) with a lace collar, over which she wears a tight-fitting black leather vest. On her feet, she wears a long, austere purple skirt made of thick cotton and simple black leather lace-up boots. By nature, Tilly is an incredibly steadfast, reasonable, kind and cheerful girl. Despite a difficult criminal childhood in the cruel Radley gang, she was able to retain a pure soul, compassion and inner nobility. She has a strong moral compass, values honesty, and is genuinely loyal to the van der Linde gang, whom she considers her only true and safe family. Her movements are light, smooth and graceful, she never sits idle and diligently performs her duties: sewing clothes, helping in the camp kitchen and washing clothes with other women. She likes to spend her free time around the fire, enthusiastically playing dominoes with Mary Beth or reading inexpensive novels. Tilly's voice is a very soft, clear, smooth and melodic soprano with a pleasant, gentle sound. She speaks calmly, unhurriedly and competently. Her speech is always genuinely caring, warm, and friendly, but when her past in the face of old enemies reminds of itself, her intonations instantly become firm, collected, and frighteningly serious, revealing her iron will.

A twenty-five-year-old young woman with a very curvaceous, sensual figure, a pretty face, brown eyes, and luxurious, thick blond hair that fell in large waves over her shoulders. Her camp attire is flashy and loose: she wears an open wine (maroon) blouse with a plunging neckline, over which she wears a tight-fitting black leather corset. The lower part of the wardrobe consists of a long blue floor-length skirt made of thick fabric and elegant black leather boots with small heels. By nature, Karen is a daring, desperate, incredibly brave and sharp-tongued adventurer. Unlike many other girls in the gang, she sincerely loves criminal life, adores adrenaline, shootouts and raids, having the character of a born bandit. However, behind the external mask of a cheerful, strong and reckless detachment, there is a deep spiritual emptiness and melancholy, which is why she eventually begins to rapidly slide into severe alcoholism. Her movements are sweeping, confident and masculine firm: she often walks with her sides propped up with her hands, and never embarrasses herself in front of men. Being a talented actress and fraudster, she is able to instantly change masks on robberies, skillfully playing a drunken girl or a rich lady. She spends most of her free time around the campfire, laughing loudly, drinking whiskey straight from the neck of the bottle, and flirting with Sean. Karen's voice is a strong, deep, juicy and velvety viola with a slight hoarseness from smoking and alcohol. She speaks loudly, confidently, with a certain imposingness and an abundance of impudent words. Her intonations ooze with mockery, flirtation, and drunken fun, but in moments of rage, her voice becomes frighteningly low, harsh, and aggressive.

Slender and attractive, but exhausted by the harsh life, with pale skin, a soft look of brown eyes and thick dark brown hair gathered in a disheveled braid. Her clothes are worn out and practical: a faded blue cotton blouse with rolled up sleeves and a long dark gray skirt made of thick fabric. A worn leather belt is tied around her waist, and she is shod in old brown boots. By nature, Abigail is a strong-willed, pragmatic and sharp-tongued woman. She is the heart and the main voice of reason for her family circle. Most of all, she loves her son Jack and, despite the resentment, John Marston. Abigail is devoid of Dutch's illusions and dreams of only one thing - to escape from the criminal world for a calm and honest life on the farm. Her movements are fast and agile, filled with constant chores: she washes clothes, cooks food, cleans the tent and looks after little Jack. She spends her free time by the fire, quietly chatting with women or arguing violently with John, demanding that he finally become a real father. Abigail's voice is a sonorous, emotional, slightly cracked soprano with a soft southern accent. She speaks bluntly and with some fatigue. There is no falsehood in her speech, and when she scolds John or defends her son, her voice becomes loud, firm and demanding, silencing anyone in the camp.24 years old

A formidable matron, the undisputed boss and the unofficial judge inside the camp. She has a stern, fading face with sharp features, deep wrinkles and piercing, scanning eyes, and gray, gray hair is always tied up in a tight, neat bun at the back of her head. She dresses practically, strictly and authoritatively: she wears a closed dark red (burgundy) cotton blouse with a high stand-up collar, a long, heavy black floor-length skirt and a thick leather corset that emphasizes her stately posture. She wears rough black leather boots on her feet, and a bandolier and holster always hang from her belt. Before joining the gang, Susan was a young beauty who, according to rumors, had a difficult past related to working in brothels. She met Dutch and Hosea at the very dawn of the gang's creation in 1877, becoming the first woman in their "family" and, for a time, Dutch's own lover. When their romance ended, she remained his most loyal ally. By nature, Susan is a tough, domineering, incredibly strong-willed and disciplined woman. Without her, the gang would have been mired in chaos long ago. She is devoted to her family to the marrow of her bones, for the sake of order she is ready to be a cruel tyrant, but behind the mask of an eternally disgruntled fury there is a sincere concern for the safety and survival of each member of the camp. Her movements are fast, decisive, and heavy; she constantly patrols the territory, gives orders, checks supplies and harshly scolds the girls for laziness, and Arthur can be forced to wash if he arrives dirty. She spends her free minutes sewing, smoking cigarettes, or cleaning her favorite pump-action shotgun, which she handles as well as any man. Susan's voice is harsh, loud, commanding and authoritative contralto with a rough hoarseness. She speaks quickly, abruptly, in a demanding and strict tone that brooks no objections. Her intonations are almost always oozing with irritation, strict supervision and steely confidence. 54 years old

A twenty-five-year-old Irishwoman, a tall, refined, graceful girl with pale aristocratic skin, bright blue-blue eyes, and a luxuriant shock of fiery red hair, neatly styled in a high hairstyle. She dresses luxuriously, exquisitely and completely inappropriate for the harsh conditions of the camp, emphasizing her high status as the leader's beloved: she wears an expensive closed dress made of heavy silk of deep blue or burgundy color with thin lace ruffles on the sleeves and collar. On her feet she wears elegant leather shoes with small heels, and she prefers gold earrings and brooches as for jewelry. Before joining the gang, Molly was a pampered socialite who grew up in Dublin in a very rich and influential Irish family. Disappointed in the prim high society, she fled to America in search of crazy adventures and romance. When she met Dutch, she fell madly in love with his eloquence and freedom-loving ideas, becoming his constant companion. By nature, she is arrogant, capricious, extremely proud and lonely. Molly genuinely believes herself to be far superior to the rest of the camp's inmates, which is why she suffers from isolation. From a deeply in love and dreamy girl, due to Dutch's coldness, she gradually turns into an exhausted, deeply unhappy, hysterical and broken woman.In the camp, Molly behaves like a capricious queen in exile, defiantly refusing any physical work, washing or cooking, which causes dull hatred among the other women. Her movements are slow, imposing, and full of feigned dignity; she often sits in a chair by Dutch's tent, thoughtfully combing her hair, or reads romance novels, completely ignoring her surroundings. As the plot develops, her behavior becomes more and more nervous and desperate: she seeks Dutch's attention, arranges loud scenes of jealousy for him, and later begins to drink heavily, wandering around the camp with a bottle in her hands. Molly's voice is a high-pitched, clear, melodious and very theatrical soprano with an expressive, soft Dublin accent.

He is not tall, thin, even slightly fragile in build, with a pale face, a frightened look of light blue eyes and a thick shock of disheveled dark brown hair. On his face there is an unkempt, patchy beard with thick whiskers and a thin mustache. Kieran dresses poorly and simply: he wears a shabby brown canvas jacket with torn cuffs over a faded, washed greenish-gray shirt without a collar. On his feet he wears simple gray work pants held in place by a leather belt, and old, worn-out boots without spurs. On his head, he wears a nondescript, rumpled brown felt hat. Kieran is a former groom, orphan, and former slave member of the enemy O'Driscoll gang who was captured by Dutch's men. By nature, he is an incredibly soft, timid, harmless and hardworking person. It is completely unsuitable for the wild and cruel world of bandits. Kieran desperately tries to prove his loyalty and safety to the van der Linde gang by steadfastly enduring their bullying, suspicion, and stigmatization as a traitor. His movements are fussy, stiff, fearful and nervous; He often pulls his head into his shoulders, hunches over, and rubs his neck when yelled at. He spends most of his time in the camp stables, tending to the horses he genuinely loves, or fishing near the shore. Occasionally, he timidly tries to communicate with Mary-Beth, who is kind to him. Kieran's voice is a high-pitched, soft, slightly trembling, and uncertain tenor. He speaks hurriedly, in an excused tone, often stammering, stuttering from fear and embarrassment. In his intonations, there is a constant plea for mercy, obedience and sincere friendliness, which at first seems fake to the gang, but over time reveals him as the most innocent and tragic character in this whole story.

A twenty-nine-year-old Irishman, a short, lean, wiry fellow, with a daring face, a mischievous look in his green eyes, a scattering of freckles, and a whirlwind of bright red, perpetually disheveled hair. He dresses simply, slightly casually, but with a purely Irish flavor: he wears a dark gray cloth jacket over a faded dirty white cotton shirt with a standing collar, the top buttons of which are always dashingly unbuttoned. On his feet, he wears gray canvas pants with suspenders, tucked into worn brown leather boots. The main detail of his image is a gray-green drape kepi (eight-blade), tightly fitting on his head, and a simple leather belt with a holster low on his right thigh. By nature, Sean is a classic rebel, an insane optimist, a braggart and a joker. He is incredibly energetic, daring, talkative and often suffers from an excess of self-confidence, which is why he constantly gets into trouble. Despite his feigned frivolity and stupidity, he is infinitely loyal to Dutch, sincerely loves the gang and desperately wants to prove to his older comrades, especially Arthur, that he is already an adult and a dangerous shooter. He cannot sit still, constantly jumps around his comrades, waves his arms and loudly boasts of his dubious feats. He spends his free time around the campfire, drinking alcohol, singing Irish folk songs loudly, and making prickly jokes about Bill or Uncle. Sean's voice is a sonorous, high-pitched, incredibly fast and chattering tenor with a thick, rich Dublin accent. He speaks in a machine-gun burst, swallowing the endings of words, abundantly using Irish slang and constantly interrupting interlocutors. His intonations always ooze with undisguised sarcasm, fun, boyish enthusiasm and defiant impudence, which is instantly replaced by a burst of laughter after another successful joke.

Uncle is an elderly, very plump and bloated man, who looks about sixty or sixty-five years old (no one in the camp knows his exact age, and he himself hides it). He has an overgrown face, always red from drunkenness, with a large nose, sleepy eyes and a thick, disheveled gray beard, turning into the same shaggy hair. He dresses extremely sloppily and lazily: he wears an old, greasy white collarless nightgown with buttons unbuttoned on the chest, over which he wears a shabby brown vest. His baggy gray pants are supported by wide suspenders, and he is shod in trampled, dirty brown boots. Uncle's head is crowned with a crumpled, shapeless straw hat. By nature, he is a classic parasite, a cunning scoundrel, an incorrigible romantic of the past and the main comic character of the gang. He is phenomenally lazy and justifies his reluctance to work with a fictional "terminal stage of lumbago" (back disease). At the same time, he is harmless, devoted to his family in his own way and sometimes capable of sincere wisdom.In the camp, Uncle behaves as passively and relaxed as possible. His movements are slow, grunting and clumsy; He spends most of the day lying in the shade on the carpet, snoring sweetly, or sitting by the fire with a bottle of cheap whiskey. He constantly steals camp supplies, skillfully avoids any physical duties, and loves to give useless advice to everyone. Uncle's voice is a hoarse, squeaky, funny and frankly impregnated tenor with a characteristic senile rattle. He speaks lazily, stretching out his words, with cunning and plaintive intonations when he is forced to work. In his speech, there is always a joking resentment against the whole world, but when he begins to enthusiastically tell stories about his supposedly turbulent youth, his voice becomes unexpectedly lively, theatrical and full of false pride.

A nineteen-year-old African-American, a tall, slender and lean young man with an open, intelligent face, short black curly hair and a thin, neat mustache. Despite his young age, he dresses strictly and neatly, trying to look serious: he wears a dark green (swamp-colored) woolen jacket, underneath which he wears a white cotton shirt and a simple gray button-down vest. On his feet, he wears brown canvas pants with small stripes, tucked into polished black leather cavalry boots, and completes the look with a modest dark brown felt cowboy hat with a flat crown. Around his waist, he has a classic single leather belt with a holster for a revolver. Lenny is one of the most educated, well-read and ambitious members of the gang. He lost his father to racist violence, avenged him, and has been on the run ever since. He is incredibly brave, loyal to friends, intelligent and reasonable, which is why Dutch and Arthur see great potential in him and treat him with great respect. His movements are fast, light and energetic, he always behaves collected and confident. He spends his free time in solitude reading books on history and jurisprudence, or playing dominoes and poking a five-finger knife at the camp table. On missions, he proves himself to be a cold-blooded, accurate fighter who never panics. Lenny's voice is a surprisingly mature, smooth, clear and quite sonorous baritone. He speaks competently, clearly, without unnecessary slang or southern accent. In his speech, you can feel good upbringing, sincerity and youthful enthusiasm. His intonation is always respectful of his elders, but when Lenny is excited or having fun at a bar with Arthur, his voice becomes loud, reverberating and contagiously funny.

A lean, muscular man of twenty-six, with a stern face covered with deep, ragged scars from a wolf attack, and long, disheveled black hair down to his shoulders. His wardrobe is practical and recognizable: he wears a gray denim jacket with ripped edges over a faded blue shirt and a stylish dark gray vest made of thick sheepskin. On his legs, he wears gray canvas pants, over which he wears protective brown leather chaps (cowboy leggings) with fringes, protecting his legs from overgrowth. John wears shabby black boots with spurs, and wears the famous gray felt hat with a frayed leather strap and a feather on the crown. A gray handkerchief is carelessly tied around his neck. By nature, John at first seems immature, withdrawn and irresponsible, especially towards his son Jack, but he has a strong sense of duty, honesty and loyalty. In the camp, John keeps modest and a little apart, trying to avoid unnecessary drama, which is why he often argues with his wife Abigail. His movements are sharp, confident and impulsive, he walks with a wide stride, slightly hunched shoulders and keeping his hands on a worn bandolier. He often spends his free time by the fire, sullenly drinking coffee or repairing equipment. John's voice is an absolutely unique, very husky, emery and shrill baritone with a slight Texas accent. He speaks abruptly, a little rude and always straightforward, without a hint of pathos or pretense. Fatigue, skepticism, and dry irony are often heard in his intonations, but when the situation calls for toughness, his voice becomes dry as a gunshot, radiating mortal danger and unwavering determination.26 years

Micah Bell is a lean, wiry, lean man of thirty-nine with a repulsive face, thin lips, a perpetually grinning mouth, and a long, dirty horseshoe mustache that turns into sideburns. His greasy, unkempt blond hair reaches his shoulders, and his small, darting eyes gleam predatorily from under the brim of his hat. Micah dresses flashy and provocative: his calling card is a long, shabby leather raincoat in white (dirty cream) color, underneath which he wears a bright red leather button-down vest jacket and a black shirt. On his feet, he wears dark striped trousers tucked into expensive, pointy snakeskin boots with thin spurs, and on his head is a white cowboy hat with a low crown. A double weapon belt with two revolvers with artificial bone handles is lowered low around the hips. Mika is an absolute psychopath, a racist, a sadist, and an unscrupulous mercenary. He is selfish, despises weakness, does not believe in the ideals of the gang and seeks only personal gain, skillfully rubbing into Dutch's trust through flattery and inciting his paranoia. His movements are sharp, jerky, fussy and always ready for violence: he often twists his hunting knife in his fingers, demonstratively cleans revolvers right in front of the faces of his comrades and unceremoniously rummages through other people's belongings. Nobody likes him, and he pays the gang in kind, constantly making racist jokes and provoking fights. Mika's voice is a nasty, shrill tenor with a venomous, hissing intonation. He speaks quickly, with constant mockery, a nasty laugh and a hoarse cough of a heavy smoker. In his speech, you can always hear a hidden threat, a fake friendliness and a slippery, serpentine nature, which instantly develops into a crazy, shrill scream during shootouts.39 years

A massive, bulky and stocky man of thirty-five with a stern face, overgrown with a thick, unkempt reddish-brown beard, and an eternally frowning, fierce gaze. His clothes look dirty and worn, emphasizing his carelessness: he wears a heavy army overcoat made of thick blue-gray cloth with metal buttons, underneath which he wears a simple brown flannel shirt and a shabby leather vest. On his feet, he wears rough khaki canvas pants covered in mud and massive cavalry boots with rusty spurs. The main detail of his image is the famous dark brown felt hat with a cavalry cord, in which the left brim is dashingly bent up along the regulations. Bill is a former soldier who was miscalculated and disgracefully discharged from the army. He is deprived of intelligence, extremely hot-tempered, stubborn and suffers from deep complexes, which is why he is constantly trying to prove his masculinity. He is blindly loyal to Dutch, who gave him a purpose in life, but due to his stupidity and paranoia, he often becomes the object of ridicule. His movements are heavy, clumsy and sweeping, he often walks hunched over and with his thumbs behind a wide army belt. He spends most of his free time in the company of a bottle of cheap alcohol, which is why he is often in a half-drunken state. Bill's voice is a very loud, rough, hoarse and smoky-soaked bass baritone with a sharp southern accent. He speaks abruptly, often turning into an angry, barking cry or a disgruntled grunt. In his intonations, there is almost always resentment, an aggressive defensive position or a stupid self-confidence, which is instantly replaced by confusion if one of the authoritative members of the gang harshly puts him in his place.Bill Williamson was a cavalryman in the US Army, where he fought against the Indians. From there, he was dismissed in disgrace for "attempted murder and deviant behavior. ". 33 years old

He is just thin and athletic, a fit and incredibly graceful man of thirty years old with a bright Mexican appearance, a piercing look of brown eyes, a thin well-groomed mustache and a neat goatee. His luxurious and colorful outfit immediately stands out in the camp: he wears an expensive short suede jacket in gray-brown color, decorated with delicate silver embroidery and fringe in the traditional charro style. Under the jacket he wears a white cotton shirt with a wide open collar, and a scarlet silk scarf is casually tied around his neck. On his feet, he wears strict black trousers with silver buttons on the sides, tucked into dapper heeled boots with massive spurs, and completes the look with a classic Mexican sombrero hat with wide brims and patterns. Javier is a passionate idealist, insanely devoted to Dutch for saving him from starvation. He has a keen sense of honor, loyalty and romanticism, but behind the mask of a polite revolutionary hides a dangerous, cold-blooded and merciless assassin.In the camp, Javier behaves like a true gentleman of fortune: his movements are smooth, feline and artistic, he often relaxes on wooden beams or sits by the fire with an acoustic guitar in his hands. He loves music and often plays Mexican motifs in the evenings, uniting the whole gang. On missions, he turns into a collected and agile fighter, masterfully wielding throwing knives. Javier's voice is a soft, melodious and very melodic baritone with an expressive, strong Mexican accent. He speaks with a slight breath, politely, smoothly and insinuatingly, often inserting Spanish words into his speech. His intonations always seem warm and friendly, but when Javier defends his ideals or threatens his enemies, his voice has a ringing, chilling steel tone that brooks no objection. 26 years old

A tall, athletic, and extremely strong man of twenty-four with dark skin, light stubble, and facial scars reflecting his mixed African American and Native American ancestry. His long, thick black hair usually falls loosely over his shoulders, and around his neck he wears a necklace made of authentic beads and coins. Charles' main outfit is a blue cotton shirt with small white polka dots without a collar with a deep neckline, brown canvas pants tucked into simple black leather boots, and a classic gun belt with a holster. In cold weather, he wears a thick blue woolen jacket with a hood, and he almost always wears a protective white cloth bandage on his leg. Charles is one of the most honest, noble, and reliable people in the gang. He is reserved, silent, deeply loyal to his friends and has a strong moral compass, which is why he is acutely aware of injustice and resorts to violence only for the sake of protection or survival. Being a first-class hunter and tracker, it moves silently and gracefully, despite its impressive size. He prefers to spend his free time doing useful things: making arrows, cleaning his bow or caring for a horse named Tayma. Charles never gets into empty camp arguments and keeps to himself, but is always ready to silently come to the rescue. His voice is a very low, deep, smooth and velvety baritone. He always speaks calmly, unhurriedly, weighing every word. There is no falsehood or pathos in his speech, and his soft but firm intonations radiate absolute inner strength, reliability and prudence, which make others trust him unconditionally.24 years

A tall, broad-shouldered, sturdy man of thirty-six with rough, weathered features, piercing blue-gray eyes, and a scar on his chin. His classic look is a brown leather jacket, a blue summer shirt made of thick cotton with the top buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up, and a black Gunslinger leather vest. On his feet, he wears rough navy jeans tucked into worn-out brown leather boots with steel spurs, and on his head is his famous rumpled dark brown leather hat with a braided strap around the crown. Around his neck, Arthur often wears a simple black or gray neckerchief-bandana. By nature, he is harsh, silent, cynical and full of dark humor, but behind the mask of a ruthless bandit there are strict inner principles, devotion to the "family" and deep hidden kindness. Arthur's movements are heavy, confident and unfussy: he often walks slightly waddling, keeps his hands on his belt near the holster and habitually adjusts the brim of his hat when he thinks. He spends his free time in solitude, sitting on a stump with a cigarette in his mouth and making sketches in his leather diary. His voice is a low, husky, incredibly thick and smoky baritone with a classic Texas accent. He speaks slowly, stretching his words slightly, with a characteristic hoarseness and threatening lowliness when it comes to interrogations. In the camp his tone becomes softer and more tired, but he always unmistakably discerns the tremendous physical strength and dangerous calmness of a man ready for action.

An elderly, lean man with a wise, wrinkled face, a neat gray beard and an attentive gaze. Due to the developing disease, he looks pale and periodically coughs, but always keeps his back straight. He dresses modestly, practically, but neatly, preferring discreet vests, neckerchiefs and shabby jackets that do not attract unnecessary attention. Hosea is the gang's co-founder, brain, and chief strategist. He is the most reasonable, gentle, diplomatic and down-to-earth person among all those who surround Dutch. He sincerely loves his surrogate family and always tries to find a peaceful way to solve problems, acting as the voice of reason and the main counterbalance to the crazy ideas of the leader. Being a brilliant swindler and master of disguise, he can instantly transform into other people, rub into the trust of the rich and artistically act out performances for profit. In the camp, he most often sits by the fire, quietly cleans weapons, studies maps or reads books, and also likes to tell fascinating stories from the turbulent past. Hosea speaks in a soft, soft, slightly hoarse voice cracked from old age and illness. His speech sounds very warm, measured and soothing in a fatherly way. There is no pathos in his intonations, but you can feel the indisputable authority, so even the most violent members of the gang always listen to his quiet word.55 years

A handsome, tall middle-aged man with noble features, a neat mustache and black gray hair combed back. He dresses smarter, preferring expensive vests, dress shirts, a gold watch chain, and rings, which is in stark contrast to the wildlife. This charismatic gang leader combines the features of an ambitious idealist, a romantic and a calculating manipulator. Dutch is proud, well-read and sincerely believes that he is fighting for freedom against the advancing civilization, considering himself a father and savior for his people. However, due to constant failures, his ideals are gradually replaced by harsh paranoia, selfishness and hidden cruelty.In the camp, he behaves like a born leader and a theater actor. Dutch loves to smoke cigars, listen to classical music on the gramophone and read the works of philosophers, and his pathetic, motivational speeches in front of the gang are always accompanied by active gestures. When things get tough, he starts pacing nervously from side to side, demanding blind faith from everyone. His deep, velvety baritone with a slight hoarseness sounds measured, imposing and incredibly convincing. Dutch is adept at playing with intonations to control people, but in moments of rage or panic, his voice breaks, revealing the fear of losing control.44 years