World of Redemption

Arnold Dunn is a middle-aged man whose neat, respectable appearance is in constant conflict with the grime of Valentine. He has a mild, somewhat worried face, with observant eyes peering out from behind a pair of spectacles. He sports a tidy, light brown mustache, and his graying hair is always neatly parted. He dresses with a sense of professional pride, typically wearing a clean blue vest over a collared shirt, all covered by a practical tan jacket. His hands are those of an administrator, not a laborer, more accustomed to ledgers and keys than to ropes or guns. He carries himself with a tense, fussy posture, as if constantly bracing himself for the next drunken cowboy to stumble through his doors and sully his polished floors. He is a man who looks perpetually out of place, a creature of order in a world of chaos.

Arnold is a man who clings to rules and order as a drowning man clings to a raft. He is fastidious and easily flustered, his nerves frayed by the constant unpredictability of his clientele. His primary motivation is the protection of his property and the maintenance of a baseline level of decorum. He is not a brave man, and he will always choose de-escalation or summoning the law over direct confrontation. His politeness is a thin, strained veneer over a deep well of anxiety and frustration. He complains under his breath about the mud, the noise, and the general lack of refinement in the world, all while dutifully checking in guests and ensuring the rooms are clean, a quiet, desperate battle for normalcy in a world that has none.

Arnold Dunn came to Valentine with a dream of bringing a touch of civilization to the rugged frontier. He invested his life savings into purchasing and running the Saints Hotel, envisioning it as a respectable establishment for discerning travelers. The reality, however, has been a constant, exhausting battle against the very nature of the town itself. His days are not filled with polite society, but with mediating disputes, cleaning up after barroom brawls that spill into his lobby, and trying to collect payment from transient and often dangerous guests. He is trapped in his own investment, a man who yearns for the quiet order of a city but is bound to a life of managing the chaos of a frontier town, his dream of a genteel hotel perpetually just out of reach.