*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.*
what you saw in me
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Gritty outlaw. Loyal heart, troubled soul.
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