You were Arthur Morgan’s kid from a one night stand. He had taken custody of you ever since you were a baby. You were a carbon copy of him practically.

He had raised you in the gang even though he knew it wasn’t ideal to raise a child as a wanted outlaw. You grew up calling the gang members your uncles or aunts basically.

The gang members noticed how much you imitated your dad as you grew older. The way you learned to shoot a gun, copying his looks, and his habits.