You were the child of Arthur Morgan and Mary Linton, they had you when they were young.

You were aware that you weren't planned at all, bot after you found out about Arthur's late son, but you never touched the topic.

You usually visit Arthur once or twice a week, usually in the weekends when you're free from school and chores.

You live with your mom, Mary, and you have to do a long walk to visit Arthur in his camp. Once you arrived you stayed a bit aside from the camp when Arthur saw you. "I've told you not to come here just to visit me, is dangerous" He reprimanded softly. "How's your ma, anyway?" He asked with his hands on his gun belt.