Character Theme – Run Boy Run!
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Axe stands at around 5ft11 and weighs around 13 stone. He is your typical looking meat head with a large build, strong muscles and square facial features. He is Caucasian and has a slightly pale complexion. He sports a dark brown warhawk which he keeps fairly short and usually spikes up with product. In addition to this he usually has a rough, but short, beard on the go; but once this gets too long he tends to shave it off and start again. His eyes are ebony coloured and come with eyebrows that sit in such a way as to always make him look slightly pissed off. He has various tattoos including: his old regiment on his right shoulder; a barbed wire neckless; a sleeve on his left arm (filled with Viking themed things like scantily clad women and dragons); and a swastika tattoo on his arse cheek that he got while he was drunk (and which he absolutely hates).

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【Full Name】
Matthew McFarlane

【Nick-name?】
Axe

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
29

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Birth Place】
Great Yarmouth, England

【Club Status】
First X and Vice President

【Profession】
Veteran and mechanic

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【Personality】
If there was one word to describe Axe’s demeanour it would be ‘grim’. Axe over the years has become the kind of man that rarely cracks a smile, and who constantly manages to finds the dark side in every situation. It’s not surprising really, given the last few years, but it has made him a bit unpopular amongst the more fun-loving of the group. He still keeps an air of discipline about him and treats his body fairly well; he is one of the few people in the club that has point out refused to take drugs (save for booze). Despite his grumpy nature, he is a relatively good guy and once someone’s earned his friendship they will find him quite loyal.

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【History】
Matthew McFarlane was born in Great Yarmouth and was the younger of two brothers; his older brother being Martin (his parent’s liked alliteration). His father worked off shore whilst his mother stayed home and looked after the kids. Growing up Matthew had a somewhat typical and uneventful childhood. His parents did not earn much, but there was always food on the table. He was popular, but he had friends. He wasn’t great at school, but he managed to scrape by. The only two significant events in his upbringing occurred when he was thirteen years old. The first of these events was his father, of whom he rarely saw growing up due to him working away, running off with another woman; who later it was discovered he had other children with. The second event was when he met a new kid at school named Hector Zelos. Due to Matthews feelings of emotional rejection when his father left and Hector’s position of knowing no-one in the area, the two quickly became close friends and began to depend on each other for emotional support. Not the most healthy of relationships for thirteen year old to have, but one which worked for them.

Fast forward three years to when the two of them finished school and suddenly the best friends go in opposite directions. Hector started hanging around with local drug users whilst Matthew decided to join the Army at an early age. Despite this however the two managed to maintain their friendship, with the two visiting each other whenever the chance permitted. Matthew ended up becoming a mechanic in the Army, after being advised to go for a role which would give him skills he could use after his service. It wasn’t until he turned 19 that he was sent on his first tour, where he found himself deployed in Afghanistan. He adjusted better than some of his comrades and found himself able to cope under pressure. He was fortunate not to see any of his mate die, but throughout his service did get a few confirmed kills himself.

After returning from Afghanistan the first time, Matthew decided to treat himself and Hector to a motorbike each. Both of them had always talked about buying choppers, and so it seemed like the ideal thing to waste his money on. Matthew brought both of them Harley Davidson Fat Boys, and whenever he got leave the two of them would go on long rides together. Matthew was concerned after returning though, as he noticed that Hector had gone from a casual user of soft drugs to a more regular user of heavy drugs. It got to the point in fact that Matthew refused to hang around with Hector if he had been using. The problems would not stop there though. Only around five months after Matthew brought Hector the chopper, he discovered that Hector had decided to sell it for drug money. Matthew, rather understandably, was very hurt and pissed off by this and the two ended up falling out.

His friendship with Hector over, Matthew found himself seldom returning home and opted to devote all of his time into his army life and his army family. He would spent another five years in the Army and in this time managed to rise to the rank of Corporal and became well-liked by his men. Unfortunately it was not long after his promotion that things once again took a turn for a worse. Whilst on a night out he ended up coming across a guy manhandling a young lady, and when he tried to pull the guy off her, ended up getting in a scrap. Due to having a bit too drink and due to being very angry at the way the guy had been treating the girl, Matthew ended up putting the man in a coma. He would later find out that this man was a Captain. In the end Matthew was allowed to voluntary leave the Army rather than going through an embarrassing trail or being kicked out dishonourably.

Returning home Matthew managed to get himself a job at a little workshop called ‘Mikes’ that was placed behind a pub called ‘The Dragons Head’. It was a quaint little place and he managed to build up a relationship with the elderly pub owners and their locals. Things were going well again until one night Hector came through the pub doors. It what was an unavoidable situation, Mathew ended up talking to the man he once called his best friend and the two rekindled their friendship. By this time Hector had gotten himself off drugs and instead had started selling them for a larger local dealer. Matthew, whilst he didn’t approve, was at least glad Hector was sober. Hector even went out and brought himself a new chopper so that they could go riding again. Eventually others that they knew began riding with them and before they knew it the Yare Raiders were formed.

Although they initially never intended to be an Outlaw MC, another group known as the (Norfolk) Reapers began giving them grief. They were an outlaw gang and were involved in people trafficking and drug production. They tried to intimidate the Yare Raiders simply because they didn’t like seeing other patches on their turf. Not a group to individuals that would be pushed around, the Yare Raiders quickly amassed people and guns using their various connections and launched a small war against the Reapers. In the space of a few days the Reapers were caught completely by surprise and were driven completely out of the area. Their club house and cannabis farms were burned down and their stores were raided. During one of the skirmishes Matthew ended up wrestling an axe off of a Reaper before planting it in his skull – it’s because of this that Matthew earned the name ‘Axe’. This course of action was what led the Yare Raiders to embracing themselves as an Outlaw MC and following this they began to get involved in security and drug moving in order to establish links and create a power base.

In more recent months Axe has grown displeased with the increasingly criminal activity that the MC is participating in. He especially hated how they’d gotten directly involved in drugs, in great part because it led to many members (including Hector) getting addicted themselves. With the recent death of Hector, Axe is trying to step up as leader and take the group in a new direction.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Axe is a qualified army mechanic, able to fix a variety of vehicles. He mostly works on bikes in the MC’s workshop. He is also a very good fighter both with his hands (having been a boxer in the military and being) and with a gun. He’s a particularly good biker, as are most in the club.

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【Equipment】
Clothing
Axe typically wears jeans (normally dirty work ones) and black steel toe capped boots. He’ll usually wear tight fitting shirts or jumpers, most likely grey or black in colour. He wears his patches on a long sleeved leather zipped biker jacket. In addition to having the First X and VP patches on the front, he also wears a gun pin to symbolise his military service and an Axe shaped pin which a couple of the other bikers brought him as a joke. When riding he wears a matt black open-faced helmet and a plain black face scarf.

Bike
Axe has a customised 2004 Harley Davidson Fat Boy, which through constant maintenance and adjustments he has kept at around 1500cc. He keeps the chrome looking shiny and new, and every now and then splashes a now coat of red and black onto the trimmings.

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【Opinions】
Club Direction
Axe wants the club to take a step back away from drugs, especially given Hector’s demise. He’d rather not do security for local drug dealers either, but knows that they need that work for both money and alliances. If he got his way he would enforce a no drug policy, get the group under the radar for a bit, then try to expand into legal and semi-legal ventures. He is happy to continue doing protection, although he dislikes how the MC has simply extorted some people.

Other Members
Katya - "If there's one person I wouldn't want to fuck with, it's Katya. Stereotypical Russian Bear that one. She's a good girl though, and she looks after the club. I respect her if nothing else."
Emer - "I still haven't forgiven her for the tattoo on my arse. To be honest I'm not sure how much I trust her; I mean she's good with the books, but she reminds me too much of Hector in the worst possible ways."
Dominic - "Me and Dom served together and there's few that I'd rather have my back. He's a good mate but I there's still a lot I don't know about him. He's a private guy though so I don't pry on the past."

Character Theme – Halsey - Drive
All we do is drive
All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
Sick and full of pride
All we do is drive
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Standing at just over six feet tall and built like a brick, Katya cuts an imposing figure. Between wrangling both bikes and riders, spending time in a boxing ring, and simple hardy genetics, she’s packed on the muscle; anyone sane would think twice about taking her on. A hard face and harder living are signified by the small scars that dot her hands and back, a permanently crooked nose, and the tattoos that cover her left arm, right shoulder, and upper back. She’ll gladly tell you the story for each (if you have the balls to ask), but the eight-pointed stars on the front of each shoulder are off-limits. She wears no makeup, and if her shoulder-length hair isn't down, it's back in a tight ponytail to keep it out of her face. Usually reserved, but when she does speak, it’s with a lingering trace of a Russian accent.

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【Full Name】
Katya Ignatyev

【Nick-name?】
The Bear

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
26

【Sexuality】
(to be revealed IC)

【Birth Place】
Near St. Petersburg, but has lived in Norfolk since she was nine.

【Club Status】
First X and Road Captain

【Profession】
Manufacturing—heavy lifting and forklift driver down at the local auto plant.

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【Personality】
For her size and obvious strength, Katya is surprisingly quiet. She’s not unfriendly, but reserved, more willing to listen to others than talk herself. She considers every word before she says it—this slow speech and her large size combine to give the impression of stupidity, at first glance. Make no mistake, though, she’s smarter than many of her peers—she just likes to see the whole of a situation before diving in.

That being said, she’s also incredibly loyal to the club and all its members, from the president to the prospects. Having no family of her own left, she’s latched onto the Yare Raiders instead. While she usually prefers to stop conflicts without violence—trust me, she’s being merciful, not a coward—threats against the club, especially the younger members, are one of her berserk buttons. She’s not one to showboat, but she will put you down if you’re causing too much trouble. She also values discipline, and while she’s more than happy to run point on drug operations, she never takes them herself, and never has. Alcohol, however, is something she takes in great quantities and with great fervor.

Her nickname, ‘the Bear,’ comes both from her heritage and her protective instinct, especially towards those younger than her. Usually, she doesn’t make it obvious what she’s doing when she steps in on someone’s behalf—just a quiet threat or a silent glare when needed. Towards women, however, especially younger women, she’s more likely to offer a brass fist towards any threats than try and talk them down. Because of this, she holds a special hate in her heart for Reapers—she despises any and all forms of human trafficking. She saw enough hollow-eyed ‘exotic’ girls back East.

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【History】
Katya’s family has a long and…’colorful’ history. The Ignatyevs were longtime players in the Russian mob—specifically in matters that involved less finesse, such as extortion, arson, fixing fights, etcetera. Katya was the second youngest of six children; her mother died shortly after giving birth to her younger brother. Her father was a professional boxer and the most removed from the family business, but she was mostly raised by her four uncles, who were very involved. She has fond childhood memories from both sides of the life—being lookout for an uncle or two, and sitting ringside with her father. Her father was careful—although they had plenty of money squirreled away, they never showed it, packed in three to a bed in tiny tenement housing. What Katya remembers of Russia is mostly pleasant, and she has plenty of nostalgic tales to tell.

Of course, that all changed when she was eight.

Her oldest brother, Mikhail (more widely known as ‘the family disappointment’, unfortunately), was arrested for shoplifting. They would’ve given him a slap on the wrist, maybe a few hours in a holding cell, but someone recognized the false family name he’d been taught to give and realized who this kid really was. They threw him in a holding cell for a night, but the agent they brought in had barely opened his mouth when Mikhail started blabbing.

He rolled on his family. All of them. Katya never dreamed what was happening only a few miles away at the police station—but within a week, every local safehouse the Ignatyevs had was raided. Business was worse than ruined, the family scattered—those that managed to escape, that is. Katya’s father, uncles, and most of her older siblings and cousins were killed or lockedu p for life within weeks. In the case of the youngest family members, they were taken into government custody; the only reason Katya escaped was because Mikhail proved to be as much of a coward as ever and warned them at the last minute. Katya’s father got his youngest three children out, the only ones he could safely move in such a short time—to this day, she’s still ‘Unknown Female, aged 7-9’ on the Ignatyev file. Her brother and sister perished on the hard trek out of Russia. She still remembers, clear as day, her father saying goodbye—telling her to be strong.

Katya was on her own—for good. After finally making her way out of her homeland, she slowly moved east across Europe. The longer she traveled, the quieter she became, and the more odd skills she picked up. Eventually, she became a grunt for one of the crime syndicates in Eastern Europe, using the skills she’d only observed as a child. She spent ten years there before she decided she had to get out—not so much because she was tired of the violence, more because she was hearing rumors about the Ignatyev case being reopened, and too many people were starting to know her name. In her book, any notoriety was bad notoriety. Another long trek and her first motorcycle later, she ended up in England, as far as she could go without crossing the Atlantic, and decided to stay there. She got involved with a few mid-level dealers in the area around Yarmouth, mostly running guard duty on shipments and occasionally roughing up the minor thugs, and that’s how she met Hector Zelos.

Well…’met’ is a strong word. She fished him out of a dumpster—literally—after taking out the two thugs who’d tried mugging him when he was stoned out of his mind. She brushed him off and went on her way, but not two weeks later, she found herself pulling him out of trouble again, this time an ill-advised bar brawl. Her duties took her in and out of Yarmouth proper, and it started to seem like everywhere she went, there was Hector. To this day, she doesn’t know if he did it on purpose, but they ended up in a curious kind of friendship. She was around when he sobered up, and she mentioned his name to her employers—which helped significantly in the transition from junkie to dealer. When Hector and Axe started riding again, it reminded her of some of the few good memories of her earlier years—talking shop with hitchhikers in a boxcar, learning the basics of bike maintenance from an ex-con with one hand, and riding a bike of her own on the barren roads of western Ukraine. When talk started about a formal club, Katya signed on immediately, and she’s never regretted it once.

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【Skills and Abilities】

• Master of vehicles—This applies to motorcycles, cars, trucks, 4-wheelers, you name it. She can also perform basic repairs on most vehicles, although for major or fine repairs you’ll need to go elsewhere.
• Hand to hand fighter—Katya’s been involved with boxing all her life, and she certainly packs a punch. Her pain tolerance is extremely high, and she often simply won’t notice minor blows until after a fight. She also carries brass knuckles and at least one knife on her at all times, and is known to improvise some pretty creative weapons in a pinch.
• Officially ordained—Technically, according to the internet, she’s an ordained priest. It’s ninety percent a joke, five percent an excuse to call vodka ‘holy water,’ and five percent a serious tie to her past, but if anyone needs to get married in minutes, she’s your lady.
• Dog person—Has an uncanny skill with training and keeping dogs. Her father owned a pair of rottweilers back in Russia, and she picked up a few stray canines for a time on her journey across Europe.
• Multilingual—Fluent in English and Russian, can muddle her way through most Slavic languages, and knows a few phrases in a handful of odd tongues.

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【Equipment】
Clothing
Day to day, Katya can be seen in a snug black sleeveless shirt, black jeans, dark aviators, and knee-high steel-toed boots that have seen their fair share of wear and tear. When riding, she adds the club jacket, fingerless leather gloves, and a cracked and scuffed helmet that’s seen better days (she once used it to break a man’s nose; that particular dent she’s outlined with a key scratch).

Her jacket she keeps in good condition almost religiously. The base itself is a black leather bomber jacket, decorated with the First X and Road Captain patches on the front in addition to the standard club patches. Her own additions include a tiny, barely-noticeable Eastern Orthodox cross pin sewn to the inside left breast and a bear’s head symbol on her right shoulder, mimicking the tattoo beneath.

Bike
Katya rides a custom Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob that she keeps in peak condition—what she can’t fix herself, she brings to Axe. In her usual style, the bike is almost entirely black, but instead of a shiny finish almost every surface is matte.

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【Opinions】
Club Direction
When Hector was president, Katya was content with the ways of the club—moving drugs, racketeering, etcetera—but now that he’s gone, she doesn’t know what to think. Her loyalty to Hector is no longer as much of a factor—she doesn’t believe in keeping things stagnant just because ‘that’s what he would have wanted’—but she’s also not sure what else the club could do. She’s also privately worried that if they become a legitimate club, she’ll have no place in the operations—if the club changes, can she change with it? To sum up, she’s content with things the way they are, but she’s open to being convinced.

Other Members
Axe - Katya is not nearly as close to Axe as she was to Hector, but close enough. She respects him, of course, but she’s also dubious that he can truly bring the club out into the light and keep it going at the same time.
Emer - Emer is a dubious friend at best. While a fellow founding member, she's too unstable for Katya to really feel comfortable relying on her, but her...skill set is unquestionable. However, she did go to Emer for the bear head tattoo on her shoulder—her work is impeccable.

Character Theme – N.W.O.
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Emer is 165cm, small and somewhat lanky, even if she’s got some muscle. She may appear as an easy and weak target at first glance, but her twitchy and erratic behaviour combined with the large facial scar tends to make people think twice about trying anything. She often gives the impression that she’s unpredictable, not all there and dangerous. Her body is covered in a number of self-inflicted scars which she’s cut in places where they’d be easy to cover up with clothing. She’s got a few tattoos on the arms and back as well.
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【Full Name】
Emer O’Byrne

【Nick-name?】
Cutter

【Gender】
Female

【Age】
36

【Sexuality】
Homosexual

【Birth Place】
Dublin, Ireland

【Club Status】
First X and Treasurer

【Profession】
Tattoo artist

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【Personality】
Emer is ambitious, clever and capable. She’s owned her own tattoo studio for the last few years. It used to be a dream for her when she was younger, which she would often talk about at parties whenever someone asked her what she did for a living but never do much to actually achieve. She used to do a lot of drugs at the numerous parties she frequented as well. Her personality changed rather abruptly after she’d turned 30, due to an incident where she woke up with a broken face and hazy, horrible memories. Emer could never prove what had happened that night or who might have done it to her. It did give her a cold and hard attitude towards life though, where humans were trash and if she wanted something she would simply have to become strong enough to take it without concern for anyone else. She stopped doing most drugs after the incident and rarely drinks, but might still do ecstasy or LSD in private settings when she feels the need. She’s kind of addicted to cutting herself, and loves the large scar on her face. Even if it was possible to remove it, she’s grown too fond of it by now.

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【History】
Emer O’Bryen was born in Dublin, Ireland and she still has a very clear Irish accent. She lived her life in Ireland until she was 19 years old. At which point she fell in love with the singer of an unknown English band, who convinced her to come with the band on tour around the UK. It wasn’t the best idea, but she accepted anyway. The first few months were fine, but problems soon arose when she found the singer, her supposed girlfriend, in bed with someone else. It ended violently and Emer fled thinking she would end up in prison if she didn’t find some place to hide. No charges were ever filed against her for beating up the singer though, perhaps out of a feeling of guilt.

The following year was a dark void with no escape. Emer fell in with the wrong crowd after that, an underground group that spent their time doing little else than partying, fucking and doing drugs. They either got money for all of it by committing crimes, hosting parties or getting their parents to pay for it. It was some of the best and worst years of her life. She knew she was worthless scum, but drowned such thoughts with drug abuse or sex.

It was at one of the parties her gang hosted that she first met Hector. She found him pleasant enough to interact with that they slowly grew to become friends. They lost contact for a couple of years though, and when they met again Emer had accomplished more than she’d ever planned too. She owned her own tattoo studio and was doing very well for herself compared to what her past had looked like. She was still very much a part of her old crowd at that point. Hector offered her to become a part of his motorcycle club, as she knew how to run a legal successful business and had a few criminal contacts. Emer didn’t take him seriously at first, but was eventually convinced. It would be two salaries if nothing else. She took to it surprisingly fast and easy.

Emer is technically married, even if she tries her best to ignore it. She also has a girlfriend, which she only gives a little more attention to than her wife. The two don’t actually know about each other yet, and she hopes to keep it that way. She sleeps around with random women too. She doesn’t have much time to do many tattoos personally anymore, but has hired two employers for her studio which takes care of it most days. Unfortunately, it ends up with her mostly doing the business side of things and that can get boring to say the least.

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【Skills and Abilities】
Emer’s become very adept at inflicting pain on others, and find it amusing to torture someone every once in a while. She knows her way well around blades, how to stab or slash with precision, how to fight with one, but strangely also how to skin an animal or scalp a human. She’s got an imposing presence and might put others on edge just by being around them. She’s a great tattoo artist too after years of training.

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【Equipment】
Clothing
Emer mostly wears dark T-shirts or tank tops, with leather pants and the club’s leather jacket. She doesn’t care much for dressing up or standing out more than the jacket makes her do. Some of her shirts has the names and logos of different bands, with tour dates on the back. She wears a pair of black boots on her feet.

She carries a knife set roll with her pretty much everywhere. The one she carries with her only has eight knives in it, but she does own a much larger collection.

Bike
Emer rides a custom Harley Davidson chopper. Its main colours are black and gold.

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【Opinions】
Club Direction
Emer wants the club to expand so it can make more money. She cares little for where such money would come from in the end, but certainly enjoyed the extortion she was allowed to do under Hector when any of their clients who were supposed to pay for protection didn’t want too. She isn’t all that interested in the club becoming a legal business, as she already owns one and sees the club as her hobby where she can do what she wants. Emer obviously thinks she should be the new president, but wouldn’t necessarily come out and say it directly. She would probably prefer to undermine anyone else’s claim to the title, and make herself appear the best choice that way.

Other Members
Will fill out eventually

Character Theme –Flashing Lights

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Standing at six foot one and weighing in at a lean about 200lbs, Dom is a cardio machine. Although not meaty, his body is nearly all muscle as he holds an extremely strict diet and works out for several hours every day. With dirty blonde hair and icy blue eyes, many would consider him a pretty boy but if they actually knew the man, that opinion would change no doubt.



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【Full Name】

Dominic Graves



【Nick-name?】

Dom



【Gender】

Male



【Age】

28



【Sexuality】

Bisexual

【Birth Place】

Inverness, Scotland

【Club Status】

First X - Sergeant at Arms

【Profession】

Farmhand



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【Personality】

Dominic is a unique individual. He appears to be of sound mind and strong spirit. Like most who lose parents in their youth, Dom has abandonment issues. He rarely makes long-lasting relationships with men or women and he is ok with that. He maintains no friendships from before his parents’ death and only the most irregular contact with friends from his late teens. Dom is not nostalgic, but lives firmly in the present. He has only vague notions or thoughts about old age and retirement, which he does not seem to think he will live to see. He enjoys pushing himself to the limit, both mentally and physically. His stress levels actually drop when the stakes are higher. He is prone to boredom and mild depression when not challenged. Dom can act comfortably in many situations, but does not seek out companionship except, most notably, for sexual recreation. His calculated and near robotic nature have left many with the notion that he is made from stone, cold and unfeeling.



Dom is goal-oriented, but he often seeks these goals in an indirect and secretive way. He has kept many areas of his life meticulously compartmentalized, never allowing the emotional issues from the loss of his family or from relationships to intrude on his professional life. Dominic seems to have an emotional and mental need for multiple layers of reality. He thrives when not revealing all of himself, carefully organizing the aspects of his personality he reveals to others. Thus he is excellent at burying information he does not wish to reveal, making him a very good security risk if questioned under almost any circumstance.

Extremely solitary, he does not console himself by surrounding himself with others. His athletic pursuits tend to be solitary: running, skiing, hiking, swimming, diving, and climbing. Most importantly, Dominic is deeply loyal to institutions. After his parents' death, he embraced his British and Scottish roots. His concept of his nationality is a large part of his identity. This is reflected in some of his social attitudes, which seem to embrace a British identity of the not too distant past. When pressed, Dom seems to identify with the notion of helping to "protect the realm", or "serving the monarch" and the ideals embodied in the mythic notion of St. George.

Doms philosophy seems to be based on the ancient samurai ideals of immediacy, such as considering oneself as dead and the idea of death as being an awakening from a dream, which are both elements of bushidō



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【History】

Dominic Graves was born in Inverness, Scotland. Raised in the countryside on a farm; Dom’s early life was very simple. His life was a routine of early mornings, feed the animals, milk the cows, tend to what needed tended to, head into town to sell what they could and then back home in time for supper. It was a quiet life many would crave. This relatively tough early life instilled in him the drive and determination many of his generation lack. This isolated upbringing also stunted Dom’s inter-personal growth. The absence of friends around him meant that his social interactions left something to be desired. He desperately struggled to form any lasting bonds with anyone so he found solace in music, often just sitting with his headphones on rather than talk to people.

Although Dom did attend public school in the city, he still struggled to fit in. After a while he began to enjoy the solitude and began to pursue solitary pass times like swimming, climbing and he eventually graduated to mountaineering, often going off on long trips with his father to traverse the harshest mountains the UK had to offer. The two had plans to traverse Everest together one day but sadly, this dream was cut short when Doms father died in a climbing accident. A short time after, his mother committed suicide and young Dom moved to Great Yarmouth to live with his grandparents.

After graduating from the local school at the age of 17, Dom began attending the Britannia Royal Naval College. While there, he excelled in all areas of training. He matriculated from his coursework at BRNC with passable marks. However, whilst excelling at athletic competitions, strategic operations, and counter-intelligence courses, his unconventional approach to his education, his diffident attitude to some of his superiors, and a lack of respect for curfew drew him many demerits. In his later teens, he lost both of his grandparents in the span of a few months. Upon leaving BRNC, Dominic joined the army and my a queer turn of fates hand, he wound up in a regiment with a fellow man from Great Yarmouth, Matthew McFarlane.

The two men bonded over a few shared loves and became generally good friends. Within there unit, Dom became well known for his ice cold precision in the field of battle. A notorious sniper even to the enemy, the Scotsman had no qualms with killing men, women or children if it meant "protecting her majesty and the realm". A bar fight resulted in a few of the boys being locked up and Matthew being discharged. Dominic on the other hand was left in solitary as his mental state came into question. After a psychological evaluation, Dom was deemed unfit for service and discharged. Lost without an institution to rely on, he retreated to his lonesome pursuits in the mountains. Eventually finding some form of clarity in the cold Scottish countryside, he returned to Great Yarmouth and began working on a farm.

Reconnecting with Matt and meeting Hector for the first time, Dom felt a kinship and a loyalty that he could not explain. Soon enough he would join them on their rides on his own Harley and he became a founding member of the Yare Raiders. Once again Dominic through the Raiders had found a new way to "serve the monarch" by riding and being a free man. Life could not be better.

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【Skills and Abilities】

- Rider/Mechanic - Like all members of the Raiders, Dom is a talented motorcycle rider and has enough skill to maintain said bike in top condition.

- Gunman - Dom is probably one of the better gunmen in the Raiders as he has been properly trained in their use since he was a boy on the farm. His sniping ability and marksmanship is outstanding.

- Hand to Hand Combatant - Dom has been trained in Close Quarters Combat since he was a teenager. He does have a tendency in a fight to go for a submission and breaking bones.

- Survivalist - Dom is an avid outdoorsman so he has a wealth of knowledge in survival techniques, some plant and animal life and even weather patterns



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【Equipment】

Clothing

Doms typical attire is very basic, dirty dark blue jeans, black boots and a flannel shirt with a dark t-shirt underneath. He always wears a watch on his left hand and a necklace with a ring around his neck. His leather jacket has the First X, Sergeant at Arms Patch, a gun pin to symbolize his military service, on his left arm there are two patches, a Scottish flag and the British flag beneath it,

Bike

Dom rides a 2007 Harley Davidson Night Rod -Black with Blue Trim

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【Opinions】

Club Direction

Dominic is a soldier and like any good soldier, he is there to follow orders. He does not have any preference to the direction of the club as his loyalty is to the club not the president. That said, his past affiliation with Axe has left him with a slightly biased view.



Other Members

Axe - "Dom as the utmost respect for Axe or Matt as he would call him in private. Having fought along side him for many years there is a trust there but like everyone else, Axe really knows nothing about Dominic and he would like to keep it that way"

Katya - "Loyalty is one of the most important things to Dom and if he was to say which member of the club embodied it most, Katya would be his choice. She is a survivor, the perfect type of person to have around"

Emer - She is strong, fierce and capable but if any Raider was a flight risk or had the potential for treachery it would be her. Eyes are wide open for that one"

Character Theme – Secret Agent Man
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the Eight Ball dresses ordinarily casual. A plain black pullover and jeans, on his stocky 6'4" frame, open to reveal a white (or black, depending ) collared shirt. Black Biker Boots tap along the ground he walks upon, and he sports a rugged but appealing gunmetal silver Rollex watch clasped on his left wrist.

Shaved head, goatie, wolfish visage. Thin lips and a hawkish nose give him a menacing yet tempting expression, only compounded upon by his devilish grin. His is a very enticing face; one that is menacingly repulsive and yet daringly inviting at the same time. Despite his age, the years have been kind on him, and it has attracted many... and spared very few.

His eyes are Dark Brown, perhaps his greatest and most accurate betrayers. It has been said, "The eyes are the window to the soul," and that is certainly evident in Ian James eyes. They are too edged, too piercing. To hold his gaze is to behold a very analytical and cold mind, one capable of revelry one moment, and indifferent business the next. They are doors into a mind that samples pleasure and sin, and will destroy all of it on a whim.
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【Full Name】
Ian James Pennington

【Nick-name?】
Eightball

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
40

【Sexuality】
Hetro

【Birth Place】
Artic Circle

【Club Status】
Warrior

【Profession】
Bike Mechanic..(unknown by MC, undercover Agent)
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【Personality】

In many ways Ian James epitomes the MI-6 and the Scoland Yard. Odd, considering that superficially he is everything they are not when the government comes to mind. Armored soldiers of death are more appropriate; not some slick, would-be Suave Undercover Agent, patrolling the red light district or clubs. Yet, it is this subtlety that the Eight Ball embodies. He is firsthand proof that the faces of the Department are many--and none-- and in addition that an abyss lies beneath the surface, even if it is right below one's nose.

Ian James is a ghost, an unarmored, exposed secret agent-spy, watchout, double-agent, and more. He frequents the criminal underworld and highworld. His clientele involves junkies, hitmen, Mafioso, hookers, and petty crooks in the streets, clubs, and shady alleyways; and likewise politicians, corporate heads, and the rich elite in their penthouses, offices, and country clubs. He serves as an ear and mouth for MI-6, listening to the current that flows in these circles and, when beneficial to Scotland Yard, starting new ripples. But this is just his day job.

On his "off hours," he is keen to partaking of the revelries of his calling, sampling the sins of the flesh and other pleasures circulating in these dark environments for personal enjoyment, not just to fit in. That is not to say that even in these moments he is unguarded; for even then he is still immersed in the criminal culture and still aware of its happenings. In truth, he is always "on duty," but it might be said that he is merely combining his hobbies with his work.

Ian James is cunning and mentally dangerous. He looks at people in terms of the threat they pose; those deemed as one are treated immediately and permanently, those not are ignored only for the moment—but never wholly disregarded. He takes quiet satisfaction in dissecting the minds of those he's dealing with, allowing him to be all the better in interacting with them--but also so that he can string them along however he pleases. He dwells in a world with intellects ranging at either extremity; from the incredibly sharp and devious to the broken and trodden. It makes for quite fun sport.

Finally, there is a subtle side to the Eight Ball, one that underlies him in his entirety. It is a fact few truly realize, and it is perhaps the deadliest thing about him. He is corruption. He is perversion; the taking of something good and pure and defiling it into something subtly and yet distinctly wrong. His goal is to undermine from the inside out, and twist things to his ends. He is the proverbial rot that ruins the tree, betraying not a single sign until it's too late. At first glance everything looks normal and in good order, yet on closer examination it becomes glaring that something terrible is amiss. That is truly what satisfies him, and it always guides his hand in some form or another. It is business, after all.
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【History】

He signed into the Royal Marines at the age of 18, spending the next several months eating bullets, pissing lead, and learning how to kill enemies with precisely executed strikes. But from there, all records would be blacked out, his existence erased, only becoming a whisper in the night. A bedtime story that Englands enemies would tell their children at night to keep them from misbehaving.

He spent four years being a Royal Marine, then recruited to go into MI-6 counter-intelligence for another six years. A total of ten years of training as a skilled assassin, from jumping out of aircraft at high altitudes in the cover of night, fulfilling black operations that could be considered as suicide missions for some, to the general fucking shit up in a manner most extreme, then disappear as if nothing had happened.

After his service in the military and MI-6, Ian James had simply fallen off the grid. the majority of records regarding him were already blacked out, or non-existent to begin with, which had left him a "simple" man with no identity. But the government had no intention of throwing somebody like him away, and so They enlisted him as an deep undercover Agent for MI-5/Scotland Yards Joint Organized Crime Taskforce, in attempt to halt the flow of drugs and weapons passing thru England and suspected of being sold for profit by Terrorist groups, giving him the alias of "Ian James".

These day's Ian James is a myth, both figuratively and literally speaking. He is a living ghost, with little to no records existing, and the few that do exist have been blacked out due to his military/MI-6 career. This allows him to remain undercover with whatever alias he's currently using with no worry that he'll "be figured out", as every contract, every covert operation that he has participated in, had been removed from whatever records they were on when he had completed them. From the "few" undercover contracts that he receives from MI-5/Scotland Yard, he has more than enough time to "kill off" an alias and start anew, and when coupled with his previous history, effectively makes him a sleeper agent. Blank fingerprints included.
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【Skills and Abilities】

just because he carries few weapons does not mean he is defenseless. He is more than adept in using knives and guns, however he finds the latter harder to conceal and carry, resorting to the former most of the time. One of his favorites is his ceramic composite balisong, harder and sharper than most blades made of steel. Nevertheless, he still carries a traditionally made switchblade, primarily because bodyguard searches will always find that one first, and then presume he's defenseless, especially after a walk-through a metal detector comes up negative. Guns can be taken easily enough when necessary, but for the most part he prefers the intimacy of small bladed weapons. For Gabriel, dancing, fighting, and sex are, when done properly, all the same art form. And there is something to be admired in the footwork and grace in melee fighting, the same with any intense dance, and of course with techniques in bed. He is also fond of hand-to-hand combat, exhibiting a style that might be described as half krav maga martial art, and half brutal street brawler.
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【Equipment】
Mechanics Tools
ceramic composite balisong
switchblade
Various handguns/automatic weapons as needed.

Clothing
full leather Biker Coat for fall and winter, Leather vest for spring and summer.
Front:
“Yarmouth” and (below that) “Original” on the left breast
• “Warrior” patch
•A 1% patch
Back:
A top rocker displaying “Yare Raiders” written in black caps with a white background
•A bottom rocker displaying “Yarmouth” written in black caps with a white background
•The centre patch featuring the MC’s symbol: A black Viking ship with a red highlight
•An MC patch
T-shirts, Jeans, Leather boots.

Bike
2014 Ultra Classic Electra Glide