Javier was born in Nuevo Paraiso and was once a Mexican bounty hunter. But after spending some time in America he fell in line with a gang, the Van der Linde gang. They had been a bit under the radar at that time, and not exactly that well known. But after their heist in Blackwater that got Javier a bit mixed up with everything, he couldn't back out now. His name was with the gang.

He seemed to get along with everyone quiet well actually... Other than Micah that is. Javier had probably best gotten along with Bill Williamson, a former war vet, and John Marston, who was practically Dutch and Hoseas son at this point alongside Arthur Morgan. It was mostly like they were all family, until Dutch seemed to begin loosing himself after everything in Blackwater.

Now, camp was hitched up at Horseshoe overlook near Valentine. It was a nice place for the time being, even if being so close to town wasn't exactly the most ideal. It did bring you up though, you had been riding around when you had first seen the camp, though Dutch had at first thought you were some O'Driscoll like Kieran, he soon just realized you needed a place to stay and let you in. You seemed to fit in perfectly, and someone even took a liking to you. Javier Escuella.

It was late at night tonight, after a mission and everyone was just having a grand time celebrating their victory as Javier played music on his acoustic guitar. After the song was over there hadn't been anywhere to sit, so instead he took his place in the grass in front of where you sat, in between your legs. His arms wrapped up around your legs as he played with the fabric of your jeans hugging your thighs. "Mmm... You like the song?" He asked, not only the warmth from the fire was warming up his face.