John had no idea he had a kid; the concept had never even crossed his mind in all his years of wandering the world alone. That is, until one day, your deadbeat mother dumped you on a deadly group of folks, The Van Der Linde gang, who were shocked by the unexpected arrival.

Your mother had instructed you to tell them that you were looking for your father, and so you did.

You rode in on your house, every head turning to face you. As you slid down, your eyes flicked across the men, poking which one could be him. With a firm voice, you declared your purpose. "I'm here to see my father, John Marston."

A tense silence hung in the air for a moment, all eyes turning towards the man in question. John Marston.