I was born in a quiet little town in Ohio, With my sister, Maggie. I was Raised by my father Eric and my mother Teresa. At a young age, I always had this fascination for Motorcycles, I just loved the sound and the feeling of riding one. When I turned 14 my father gave me a small dirt bike for my Birthday, and he taught me how to ride it, it didn’t take too long till I had it completely under control. My Father worked in this small candy shop downtown, however he didn’t make that much money because he was always too busy giving free bees to kids coming in his shop. He was a good man, just didn’t really know how the world worked. My mother on the other hand was a bit more down to earth and realistic, she always argued with my dad on the fact that he was to nice, and that we needed all the money we could get, however me and my sister didn’t even bother with caring about those problems, we were too busy being kids.
When I turned 16 my father lost his shop, and my mother started to get very sick, we couldn’t afford to go to the hospital so we just assumed she was having a cold, she never really made a problem out of it, she was always too busy Comforting me and Maggie. In time my mother started to get worse, but for some reason she started to become more silent, she got very pale and almost looked dead out of her eyes.
On one day, my mother insisted that we took a road trip, down to California, for some reason it sounded like it was the last thing she wanted to do, like she was dying, however my father was against the plan, mainly because my mother insisted on driving there, and we didn’t have the money. We had a hard time affording food and my mom wanted to take that journey, she started crying, she said that she must do this, we just... we had to go with her.
We left on 6 in the morning, her breath smelt like alcohol and she didn’t seem okay, however we put our bags in the car, and we went on our road trip. It was silent because the radio wasn’t working, and no one was really in the mood to talk. My mother didn’t say a word for the first 4 hours of the ride but after some time we arrived in the middle of nowhere and she kept driving. Everyone asked her if we were going the right way, which we clearly weren’t, but she was sure it was. My little sister says: ‘’Where are we going mommy, I’m scared’’ And my mom simply responded with: ‘’Were going to a better place sweetie, don’t you worry.’’
We were all very confused and my father started to worry and he kept asking where are we going Teresa, and she kept giving the same answer. My father said that she had to stop the car now, she simply responded with: Okay then. She clicked the seat belt open from my dad and she started accelerating towards a tree, everyone was screaming and panicking my sister was crying. I heard a big bang, and the next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital. I didn’t realise the thing she was doing until it was too late.
My mother tried to kill us, and she partially succeeded, I survived the crash by a miracle. But things never became the same after that.
They put me in a foster home, because they didn’t know what to do with me. However, this is where I met him, this is where I met Jax Wolf. I became close friends with his brother, Glenn Wolf and I noticed that he always visited him on his Bike, and slowly I started to become friends with Jax. After some time I noticed he wasn’t visiting Glenn anymore, he was visiting me, and he kept talking about getting me out of there, I was lost, so everything he said about family, sounded like the only thing I wanted.
After this I became part of the club, I found my new family. Jax promoted me to be his Sgt. At Arms (His right hand) and we did everything together, I supported him and he supported me. Until he came with the idea to go to Chernarus and to setup a new chapter there for the gun trading, everyone was sceptical about this idea because there were a million ways this could go wrong.
Jax promised us safety, he promised that the club and the brotherhood would survive, I didn’t have much choice, I could stay here and be on my own, or go with my family and take care of this trade. Clearly, I made the wrong choice. Not long after we arrived we got ambushed by a bunch of Russians, when things started to go bad, Jax just ran, he didn’t help the club, the fucker just ran. A lot of members died that day, however me, Johnny, Braxton, and Michael survived. We had no idea what was going on but we knew what we had to do. We had to find Jax, and kill him for betraying the club.
For now, I’m a lone rider moving on
holding on to nothing but my next breath...
*Skull on his left wrist, that symoblizes his brotherhoofd in The Fallen Sons*
*Dagger on his Neck, that symbolizes the death of his Wife*
Scar going down from his right eye to his mouth
Scar that goes from his right shoulder down to the back of his hand
Small cut in his Jacket above his right pocket