[OOC] Yare Raiders MC (Outlaw Biker RP)

[Fat Boy Kyle]

"A burnt child keeps away from fire."

Genres:
Modern, crime, slice-of-life, motorcycle gangs

Location/Period:
The Yare Raiders is set in modern/current times, and begins around the Great Yarmouth area (in Norfolk, England). The MC takes its name from the River Yare, which it largely considers to be part of its territory. Much of the local area is rural, particularly as one goes North.

The Setting:
Founded a mere four years ago, the Yare Raiders MC has already gained a strong foothold in the area around Great Yarmouth and the River Yare. Their clubhouse is thriving, their 'security services' are weeding their way into many businesses (both legal and illegal), and locals seem to be slowly beginning to accept them. However the club still has many troubles and it looks like dark times are approaching.

The Club's president, Hector Zelos, recently died in a crash after getting high on heroin and left the club in a state of grieving and confusion. Whilst many expect the Vice-President Matthew 'Axe' Mcfarland to take his place, some have their doubts and no-one really knows who will be voted in as the next President. Understandably this is causing tensions to build, especially on-top of previous personal conflicts within the group. Personal conflicts in the group stem from a number of issues including drug use, club direction, and love affairs.

To make matters worse the clubs main rival (The Norfolk Reapers MC), have recently begun creeping back into Yarmouth after having been previously pushed out. Having previously underestimated the Raiders, the Reapers are using much heavier tactics and seem to have gotten hold of some firearms. On top of this, some of the casual social clubs in the area have begun getting pressure from the Outlaws to affiliate with them. It's more than likely that over the coming months these small clubs will either disband or be patched over by one of the Outlaw MCs.

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How will this work?
You will be playing as either a member, prospect or hang-around of the Yare Raiders MC. Whilst much of the RP will revolve around your characters interaction with the club, this RP aims to get a glimpse of the personal struggles that each member faces and so you will be expected to write many independent posts and even, if you wish to, create your own side stories. So for example, you might spend two or three posts writing about a scouting mission then one or two set at your characters home where they're struggling to keep a marriage together.

Two of the buzz words in this RP will be 'Freedom' and 'Democracy'. You have the freedom to make your character go off and do their own thing, and even go against the wishes of the club and other characters (including mine). As the club is a democracy, you and your character have a right to say what you think should happen and what direction the club should take; in fact one of the starting story arcs is about who is going to be the next president (and that doesn't have to be my character).

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The Club House:
The Yare Raiders (aka 'Raiders') are based in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England. They have a club house just outside of town on the road to Acle. The club house is called 'The Dragons Head' and is a pub that's open to members of the general public most days; with the exception of event days and times of increased trouble. It has a large garage to store bikes and a workshop around the back. The basement, backroom, and first floor are exclusive to club members and supporters. Many hang-arounds and prospects initially begun by becoming regulars at the pub.

The Jacket:
Like with most MCs, members of the Yare Raiders wear biker jackets covered in various patches. The jackets themselves vary from member to member (as the club doesn’t supply the jacket, just the patches). What you can expect to see on a jacket:

Front:

• “Yarmouth” and (below that) “Original” on the left breast
• Rank on the right breast (if they’re an officer)
• Below rank they will have a patch that says either “First X”, “Warrior”, “Raider” or “Prospect”
• 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

In addition to this, members might also add other patches and pins. For the most part random additions are frowned upon (but not forbidden), but there are a few that are bestowed for certain reasons. For example: a veteran can add a flag and a gun pin. Hang arounds are not permitted to wear patches, but they can wear items of clothing that show their support for the club (e.g. hats, shirts, etc.). Prospects are given a patch to wear on the front right breast and a bottom rocker, but nothing else until they are fully accepted.

Crudely made image

Officer Ranks:
President - The leader of the club, the president has the final say on small matters and matters where a vote comes to a draw. They are the spokesman for the group and are in charge of calling and chairing meetings.
VP - The VP is the second in charge and stands in as the leader when needed. They make sure that things go smoothly and that operations are carried out properly.
Secretary - The secretary is in charge of paperwork and admin. They take minutes during meetings and ensure that everyone knows what is going on.
Treasurer - The treasurer is the clubs bookkeeper and is in charge of the money. They ensure that club members and protection clients pay their dues.
Sergeant At Arms - The Sgt is in charge of the clubs protection and security. They are in charge of the clubs weapons. They also enforce club rules and deal with members who are causing trouble.
Road Captain - The Road Captain is in charge of logistics when it comes to planning routes and rides. They also help the Sgt enforce club rules.

Membership Status:
First X - Those who founded the MC are known as the 'First X' (It'll be a number, not X, when the RP starts)
Warrior - Those who have served the MC for a long period or proven themselves are known as Warriors
Raider - Those who have officially joined the MC and get their patches are known as Raiders
Prospect - Those wishing to join the MC and have potential are called Prospects. They wear a jacket and get involved in operations.
Hang-around - Those who are friendly with the club are known as Hang-arounds. They may hang around the club house or go on the occasional ride but won't really take part in anything business related. They may go onto become prospects.

Business:
The club earns money in three main ways: Through the club house and workshop; through protection; and through moving drugs. The Club house is completely legitimate and earns enough in and of itself to just about keep the club afloat. The workshop makes a slight loss when considering that the money it earns goes straight back into the club's own vehicles. The club offers protection to various businesses and individuals in the rural areas of the county, often because they can get there way faster than the local police. Some of the protection they offer is clearly extortion, but for the most part this isn't the case. The club also provides some internal security in a few local clubs where backrooms are used to store and sell drugs. When these club owners/drug traffickers want their stuff moved they often pay the MC to do it. The MC doesn't currently sell the drugs themselves, they just move it between dealers/suppliers - some of the members want this to change one way or the other.

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Club History Summary:
The Yare Raiders was founded by the First X and was initially led by two best friends, Axe and Hector. Due to Axe's connection to the pub, the group chose to hang around the 'Dragons Head'. 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.

Following the small war, the Yare Raiders continued their alliance with some of the local drug groups that helped them push out the Reapers. They provided security to a few clubs and warehouses in exchange for money and some light firepower. Once the Mc pooled enough money they brought out the Dragon's Head and the workshop behind it, using it as the MCs clubhouse.

The most recent event is the death of Hector Zelos whom, after getting drugged up, accidentally rode his bike into oncoming traffic and caused an accident. Whilst a few people were injured, the only two deaths were Hector and an unborn child (whose mother was seven months pregnant). None of the other bikers were with him, and some have suspicions about the incident.

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It'll be a case of first come first served when it comes to Officer positions. If you want your character to be an officer then they will need to be one of the founding members. Characters cannot begin as the President or VP. I'd like for people to apply not only to be officers, but also warriors, raiders and prospects. You can apply to be a hang-around if you want to, but I wouldn't recommend it.

This RP will remain constantly open (probably), with new players having to become fresh prospects. Not only does this make sense, but also means that if they stop being active then the RP doesn't really get too adversely affected.

Please find a CS sheet here! Please copy and paste it rather than editing it! Remember to use hiders!

[hoppiholla391]

all finished! if the history section that involves hector and matthew is off, just tell me what doesn't line up and i'll make the changes when i get back this evening.

Katya Ignatyev

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.
(to be finished as other characters appear)

[Sloth]

The Bear

@hoppiholla391

Oh....

Well, crap.

[hoppiholla391]

yikes...sorry about that!

[Sloth]

No biggie.

I can only hope I'm able to think of something else now.

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Katya Ignatyev

@hoppiholla391

Accepted! Much to my frustration, I can't find a single thing to nag about. Add it to the CS tab whenever you get the opportunity.

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Unlucky Sloth, but I'm sure you'll write an equally good CS in time.

[Engel]

Emer O’Byrne

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

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Emer O’Byrne

@Engel

Accepted! Much to my frustration, I can't find a single thing to nag about. Add it to the CS tab whenever you get the opportunity.

@Fat Boy Kyle

Hmm, two character sheets in a row that I was unable to criticize. How odd...

The pressure is on @Sloth :P

[Sloth]

The pressure is on @Sloth :P

@Fat Boy Kyle

Don't you put that evil on me Ricky Bobby!

[hoppiholla391]

aaaaaand added emer to the 'other members' section :D

[Xtreme]

Dominic Graves

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. Thushe 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 commited 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 bding 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 retreate 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 kindship 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 fouding 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 trainined 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 ebodied 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 ipen for that one"

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Dominic Graves

@Xtreme

Accepted! Sweet choice of bike. The only tiny little thing I can nag about is that he says he graduated from school at 17; he would have graduated from high school at 16 (unless he was held back) or from college at 18 or later (unless he was very talented). If you just meant he graduated and then went off when he was 17 that's fine, but you might want to reorder the sentance to make it clearer.

That really is a tiny insignificant point though, and I don't even really care too much if you get round to changing or not xP Feel free to post your cs in the bin

[AmrasTelemnar]

someone put their CS on the copy/paste CS sheet.

[Fat Boy Kyle]

someone put their CS on the copy/paste CS sheet.

@AmrasTelemnar

[Xtreme]

Sorry, posting in the template was absolutely my bad!

Thanks for accepting!

[Fat Boy Kyle]

No worries, that's what the saved revisions are for!

[AmrasTelemnar]

I keep getting a website offline message when I try posting my CS

[Fat Boy Kyle]

I keep getting a website offline message when I try posting my CS

@AmrasTelemnar

Probably @Sloth attacking to the guild to make sure no-one takes his space

[AmrasTelemnar]

Well, here it is.....

Ian James

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

[Fat Boy Kyle]

Ian James Pennington

@AmrasTelemnar

I like the addition of an undercover character to the plot, and think it could lead to some really interesting arcs. Moreover, your CS is very well written.

My only concern is that you have said he works for MI6. Whilst MI6 does support the prevention of serious organised crime, it typically works overseas. It's MI5 that's responsible for national/domestic security. Even then, unless they believed that the MC was linked to terrorism, I can't see why they would use an operative; it seems more likely that the NCA would deploy someone undercover.

Your character could still be ex-MI6, but I'd rather you make the small adjustment to make it a bit more fathomable. I'd like to know a bit more about why your character is involved with the club too (unless this is something you want to keep a secret?).