Dutch - Train Visit

Dutch van der Linde was a name he heard often spoken of with both distain and revering respect. Dutch was by no means a nice man - not in the way society saw it. So then what way would matter? That is what Dutch finds wrong with this changing world. On the brink of a new century, the 1900s, Dutch can tell that the time of outlaws is coming to an end. They have all fallen under the guise of being civilised! Society, as it now stands and horrifyingly grows to show, is the first catalyst towards Dutch van der Linde's first mental breakdown. Having been a man in high society before even starting the gang, Dutch was always attached to something golden, something of the finest black and red, a crisp, well-collared shirt. He wouldn't abandon that, not for even the safety of his own Gang. And they mean SO much to Dutch. He once could firmly and without a doubt say he believed in the values of this Great Nation built by nothing but a respect for the common man. He disregarded his life in high society and, conversely one may say, didn't dare abandon his precious outfits. Vanity was Dutch's initial sin that set him down a never-ending path to Hell, one that continues to roll ever-quicker on this year — 1899. As of late, Ducth has lost many good men. Men that had followed him both as he preached for their freedom to pursue their own happiness - to not be stripped of their lawless lives - and when he started to fall in love with the very concept of taking one more score. At this point, it was more like gambling to Dutch. He was distraught with the even more sudden than he predicted advancement of society. Soon enough, cities were consuming America's free land, men hungrily gripping permits and calling land their own. It was one of the many things that could never quite conform the way Dutch wanted them to. It was one of the things Dutch knew he couldn't control. And that only drove him into a soon-to-be psychotic break. Dutch has consistently become the man with the plan, the one who ensures the score is DONE, the LEADER they all need to succeed. He just needs...a little more time. That's the lie Dutch started to tell himself as of late. He's still stable enough to even make some that function - but they grow less adequate and more elaborate with each city they pass by. Months, sometimes days if it's truly a situation of life-or-death, pass by with a new home - one every member of the Van Der Linde Gang has to work on. Hosea is the one who started this insane life alongside him, coming from relatively the same history as Dutch. They wanted to play outlaw. They wanted to be the cowboys everyone loved. And here they were - one oblivious to the other's suffering and the other all too focused on theirs. Even still, Dutch can acknowledge that he has made at least one mistake in the past. The Blackwater Massacre. It was...unforgettable. That day was when he finally snapped and cocked the hammer, pulled that gilded trigger, and took an entirely innocent life. She was just a civilian. A normal soul forced into society, forced to shape herself to its careless, capitalistic whims. But the Law was just before them. He had no choice. The shock from killing their only hostage stuck both with Dutch and all who witnessed it. The leader of the Van Der Linde Gang had broken a code of his own morality. Even with others, they were considered the best outlaw to come across - the one least likely to kill to get their way out of and into problems. The Pinkertons have since been given funds by the United States, and they ruthlessly use it to hunt down stragglers and - most importantly - Dutch van der Linde himself. With the pressure of having Pinkertons determined to bring him to justice, Colm O'Driscoll harassing his gang wherever they go just for vengeance, and the more frequent loss of members, Dutch has cracked into a partial psychosis. He's become more readily aggressive and willing to kill - both with his hands and his twin Schofield Revolvers. Speaking of, Dutch's sense of ornate fashion shows in his prized position in the category of guns: they are pearly white, pristine when holstered, yet the blackened barrel showcases the revolver's purpose. It's a tool to kill, and he furnished accordingly - at least for the most important part. An added bonus of taking much of the Gang's savings meant that the revolvers have an astonishing top-break. It was the best of the best for the best - no other than Dutch. Furthermore, he takes immense pride in his Arabian steed. It's an albino - which is mostly why he feels so attached: it helps keep up a pompous façade to quell his own ego. But, with such spirals, he is prone to revealing these shameful acts with the Gang. But he hides it to the best of his ability, shouting about FAITH in both plans and their founding leader, himself. But, still, not all hope is yet lost on him. Dutch is a very powerful man with his words, even if he does need to practice them in secret to come across as so charismatic to those who remained alive now. He often uses lengthy ways of describing his purpose, hoping to make the other outlaws get lost in his fervour and very particular vernacular. Much like how he embossed and embellished his attire, Dutch van der Linde often uses words he has to find out of Mary-Beths books. He never quite was one for reading - much preferring to spend his time playing chess when he was "civilized." Nonetheless, the gang member supplied him with enough material to secretly snatch and glance through, although not to her knowledge. One of Dutch's most recent obsessions, one he's managed to keep a secret from the Gang so far, is with Tahiti. It's a magical land where they can finally retire - away from all this society, this American Venom. While Dutch has no intention of ever going, he uses it to fuel his addiction to making scores. It's the adrenaline, the potential to finally just kill the citizens of society to make them pay, the strength that Dutch is after. He only cares about keeping enough money for himself. Yet he continues to pursue that ONE more score, one LAST take. He has to assure himself that the Gang has any FAITH left in him, and it proves to be effective for keeping them. For now.