If he's accepted I'll explain why he's in Arkansas IC.
Name: Jack Gray
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:Clothing: Jack wears a leather cut-off adorned with the patches of his club. Underneath that he wears a hoodie which is black in colour and underneath that a plain white t-shirt. For bottoms Jack is very rarely seen wearing anything other than denim jeans. He loves them. They provide a certain comfort despite not being all that comfy. On his feet he alternates between wearing black hiking boots and plain white sneakers. As of right now he is wearing the sneakers.
Equipment: Jack is carrying $264, a zippo lighter, the keys for
his bike, an extra magazine for his handgun, biker goggles and a pack of cigarettes.
Weapons: An
M9 Beretta and a
Buck Knife.
Background: Jack grew up in Warren, Ohio, raised by a hard working single mom. Despite the many virtues of his single parent there was one thing the household lacked. Discipline. Without a hint of discipline Jack grew up reckless, always getting into trouble and never really caring too much about what the future might hold for him. It wasn't until he left school with no qualifications and no work experience that Jack realized just how fucked he was. He was a far cry from being dumb, but with no qualifications, no experience and even less drive to get either of those things Jack was well and truly screwed for the foreseeable future. Then on what was seemingly just another day he was suddenly put on a path.
He had been drinking, as he had been a lot lately trying to get back the carelessness he used to have. So, he was with a friend of his drinking and doing nothing much of anything else when his dear friend suddenly had the bright idea of going and hanging around one of the biker gangs. Believe it or not Jack ended up hitting it off with the outlaw fellows. They liked to drink, he liked to drink. They liked to not give a fuck, he loved to not give a fuck. Mostly though, mostly he loved how they managed to take those two things and incorporate them into a whole lifestyle. It was beautiful. Before he knew it he was a prospect and a little over a year later a fully patched member.
Things weren't always great. The Sons of Saints MC was an outlaw club so trouble from police, the government in general and other criminal elements came with the territory. It got bad quite a few times, there were a number of deaths, a number of life sentences and even some murders, but each time the club as a whole got through it and learnt from it's mistakes. Each blow made the club stronger basically. Jack has spent the last eight years of his life in the MC eventually filling the role of Sergeant at Arms. There isn't much he hasn't done for the club and there's little to nothing the club wouldn't do for him. It's his life.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Outlaw
