Mr.H
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North Carolina , Greensboro 1983
"God damn, we need to settle down for a bit." said Joe as he placed his hands around his back.Joe and Cyrus were walking past the Durham, as they continued their hike.
"We best get the boys rounded up, have a meeting. The vests came in earlier today." sighed Cyrus as he wiped the sweat of his forehead."
"Alright ladies! Settle down, take a vest!" screamed Joe as he sl***y sipped on his Budweiser. The president of The Outcasts, Joe Redford, had finally begun to live his dream. He was running a motorcycle club in his hometown alongside his best friend Cyrus."
"We run this town now, it's our job to ensure we know what goes on at all times, ya' hear me?" shouted Cyrus as he smiled towards everyone around the room. The enthusiastic group of about 12 men screamed, knocking their beer out of one anothers hands all over the floor."
10 year's back....
-North Carolina , Greensboro 1973
"Establishing our own Motrocycle Club won't be the easiest thing, Joe , we have to place in a hella lot of money for a lot of things." said Cyrus while taking of his hat.
"Yeah , we have to work for that , strong enough if we wanna strive with our future Motorcycle Club aroun' here." sighed Joe as the two men walked into a local bar to have a beer.
The two men turned around and looked at each other for less than two seconds when they started laughing.
"Cyrus and hard work can't be in the same sentence , you get that?" as he barely tried to make out of a correct sentence due to the unstoppable laughtery.
"Heh , we'll figure it out , don't worry , let's just enjoy our beer for once." Joe replied.
-Days after than conversation , Joe and Cyrus , decided to find some serious money.It was their lucky day.
"Well , yeah , stay hidden right behind that rock and shoot the tires when they stop in order to refuel." sighed towards to Joe.
Joe nodded and seconds after that you could hear the first gunshot.
"Shit , I told you to wait and shoot the tires not the driver!" Cyrus shouted.
The gunfight between the two men and the other 4 guards soon enough broke out.
Minutes after the loud shots , the van with the money , was free of protection.All they had to do is go to it , load up the money to their car and drive away.
"Yeah , we did it , we fucking did it, shit......" Joe said as his voice was influenced by the fight.
"Woohoooo , 10 fucking millions for us , who cares if it was for the USA President or the North Carolina bank , now it's ours."
-North Carolina , Greensboro 1987
Cyrus and Joe were walking out the small mexican restaurant known as, Su Casa, while their old ladies trailed behind.
"If only you didn't have a bunch of aliens working in that god damn' place, it would be so much better."sneered Joe as he held the door for his girlfriend, Emma. The group began to walk down the block towards their bikes, as a black van sl***y trailed behind them.
"Joe, any idea when we are riding for that hospital up in Duhmam?" Clint asked as he wrapped his arm around Jessica glancing back. The van shut its lights off as it quickly sped up in front of the group. Cyrus quickly pushed Jessica behind him, as George froze in his tracks. Two men dressed in all black slide the side door of the van open, as a bright light emitted from the inside. Joe dove to the ground, bringing Jessica with him, as a series of loud pops went off. After about twenty seconds the van sped off down the road, leaving the surrounding area completely silent. Cyrus quickly stood up, as he turned around looking down at a body. Emma could be seen laying down on top of Joe, with multiple bullet holes in her back.
"Emma!? Joe?" Clint screamed as he began to panic. There was no response as Clint fell to his knees.
"Son of a bitch, Jess call 911!" cried out Clint as he slide his vest off.
"Outside Su Casa, our friends were shot, yes we need a fucking ambulance!" Jessica continued to go back and forth with the 911 operator. Clint rolled Emma onto the ground as he quickly reached for Joe's neck feeling for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. Cyrus quickly stuffed his vest on top of Joe attempting to slow down the blood pouring out of his stomach like Niagara Falls.
"Hang in there fucker, few minutes the ambulance will be here." Cyrus tried to keep his composure but it was no hope, his best friend was dying right in front of his eyes.
Cyrus continued to cry as he leaned in speaking softly to Walker,
"Yo..- You just stay right with me, right here, just a second bud."
Sirens wailed in the distance as the Mexican cooks stood at the door watching the scene unfold. The ambulance eventually pulled up as he quickly rushed Joe to the hospital, while an ambulance carrying Jessica trailed behind.
"He's dead. He's gone." Whispered Cyrus as he watched the ambulance soar down the road.
Cyrus sl***y took his helmet off as he glanced up at the hot Carolina sun. Jessica reached her left hand out as she intertwined her fingers with Cyrus. They began to walk towards the grass as Jessica wiped a tear from under her left eye. Caskets side by side, Joe and Emma layed there. There was an eery silence over the crowd just like that unforgettable night. Jess trailed behind Clint as they pushed their way to the front, tilting their heads downward. The reverend began to speak, but Cyrus could care less. It had yet to settle in; his best friend dead. He was gone forever, no riding, no more drinking, no fighting, nothing. In just moments his other half was swept away from the world. It was all up to him to keep the club alive, but why bother? He only joined because he wanted to make Joe happy. Jessica leaned her head against Cyrus's vest as she continued go silently sob. Clint maneuvered his lips towards the top of her head as he kissed her forehead gently.
Red County , San Andreas 1988
"Fuck was that?" asked Rick as he jumped out of his chair reaching for his Colt M1911.
"Certainly gunshots", responded Cyrus as he mimicked Rick reaching for his Remington 870. All of a sudden, a scream could be heard from the front of the club house, more shots rang through the building. Cyrus raced to his room as he ran through the door, flipping his mattress over.
"Rick get your shit!" screamed Cyrus as he picked up a backup slinging it over his right shoulder. Rick and Cyrus rushed out the back door as they tossed their guns aside, hoping onto both of their bikes, starting the engines. The sound of a police helicopter could be heard above, as a member of the Hells Angles walked out the door with his weapon drawn. He raised his gun in the air as he aimed it toward Rick.
"Fuck you!" yelled Rick as he followed Cyrus out the parking lot and up the road. They both quickly approached the entrance for interstate fifteen, getting on and flooring it west. Who the hell knew where Cyrus and Rick were headed, they sure as hell didn't.
As a result of the rival motorcycle club, the Hells Angels, attack Cyrus was forced to flee town alongside another member Rick. They quickly gathered their things taking Interstate fifteen straight towards Southern San Andreas. Cyrus and his fellow Motorcycle Club members settled up in San Andreas , but the area where they hang out seems to be still unknown.
IC RULES( TO BE UPDATED )
1)Roleplay at all times.Reports going after that.
2)Stay low , we don't want everyone to know who we are and what we do.
3)Do not provoke the police.(IRL you wouldn't want them on your tail.)
4)We ain't all times illegal , we like hanging out in bars and doing stuff just like a family.
5)Don't ever carry a gun on you all the time , place it in your bike or keep it in your house.
6)We do not use bandanna's , we use helmets.Ride with your helmet on , and take it off
after.
7)Fights among member won't be tolerated.Solve your differences peacefully.
8)We are all family , we refer to each other with their names or their nicknames.
9)Affiliating with any other illegal clubs and or gangs will be considered as snitching and it'll
get you in trouble
OOC RULES( TO BE UPDATED )
1)Do not MetaGame/PowerGame/Deathmatch.Failure to abbide to this rule will get you kicked from the faction. 2)Be mature.QQing in OOC , or trolling way too much will get you kicked.
3)Constantly asking for promotion won't be tolerated and guess what , it'll get you kicked.
4)Being jailed for a reason will be the first and the last warning.Getting another jailed will get you kicked from the faction. 5)When in a Roleplay situation , you shall Roleplay to the end even if the situation doesn't benefit you or the faction.
6)Be active as much as possible.4 days of Inactivity means demotion and 6-7 days of Inactivity means a kick.
(Inform the Faction Leaders to set you "On Vacation" if you have to go inactive due to an urgent incident.)
7)As stated in the IC Rules section , we Roleplay realisticly , thing that means wearing your helmets all day will be considered as Non-Roleplaying and you'll be warned.
8)The faction has a legal side aswell.A so called Motorcycling shop.Futuring members will be informed of those sides, legal and illegal one.
RANKINGS( TO BE UPDATED )
1)President
2)Vice President
3)Councillor
4)Treasurer
5)Sergeant-At-Arms
6)Road Captain
7)Life Members
8)Patch Members
9)Supervisor
10)Illgegal Trafficker
11)Prospect
12)Hangaround
13)Associates(Either legal or illegal)
14)Engineer
15)Seller
A HELPFULL GUIDE
--Outlaw motorcycle clubs are among the most secretive, exclusive and dangerous organizations in the world, and joining one is more complicated than walking into one of their clubhouses and saying, “Where do I sign up?”.
--Most bikers find their way into an outlaw motorcycle club by having a current member vouch for them.
A friend or family member who is an MC biker goes a long way, can introduce a prospective member to the club as we’re talking almost always, here women rarely gain membership.
--To become a “hangaround” without introduction from a existing member is a tough and frustrating process.
--Ask an Outcast how to join their organization, and the most common response is, “If you have to ask, you wouldn’t understand the answer.”
--Interested bikers generally have to show up where the outlaw bikers hang out and hope that they get noticed.
--It helps to have some skill the club finds useful, generally criminal in nature that will allow a biker to make the most of “hangaround” status and be used regularly in the illicit activities of the club.
The next step is becoming a prospect, and that’s when things get tough.
--A patch-wearing member of a MC needs to sponsor a “hangaround” in order for him to graduate to this next stage.
--The gang will generally run a background check on to make sure they aren’t being infiltrated by government informants, undercover police or members of a rival club.
--Once officially made a prospect, the biker becomes the butt of jokes and is expected to do grunt work like cleaning and guarding bikes, while patch-wearing members throw parties.
--When an OMC holds or attends biker events, prospects are often sent to do advance work.
--While a prospect, candidates are given leather vests similar to the ones worn by members, but the club’s seal is left off the vest.
--It isn’t until a prospect becomes a member does he get to wear the club’s patch, which members hold sacred.
--The prospect period is designed to make candidates show their loyalty to the club, which often includes committing crimes and participating in violent behavior.
--Todays outlaw biker gangs are involved in a wide range of crimes, officials say.
--While they’ve stuck with traditional moneymakers like drugs, firearms and extortion, they are starting to get involved in things like human trafficking, prostitution and even white-collar crimes like counterfeiting and money laundering.
--Prospects are a part of all of it and violence is often expected by the club.
--The ultimate way for a prospect to prove his loyalty is through murder.
EXTRA INFORMATION
1)You'll have to earn your way into our Motorcycle Club, this mostly depends on respect, but also on who you are, what you havedone, who you have worked for and all that.
2)We want to be sure you are really someone we can trust , you should have some prior Roleplay skills and be a fluent speaker of English, before you can become a part of the Outcasts.
3)We like hanging out in peacefull bars.If someone is interested in joining can search for us , it won't be easy but if he does , don't shit your pants and talk we'll respond.
4)Every member needs to own a Freeway , so we can go on team rides and much more.
So basically, what I am trying to do here is form a realistic yet fun MC RP experience, meaning all different types of back stories and characteristics are welcome. But what we do not welcome is "John was a Crip in Jefferson, he got bored and bought a Harley and now he is in Outcasts". All people wanting to join must portray REALISTIC bikers.
((So basically guys , this is my idea of an illegal faction.It ain't up yet but it'll be soon enough.I'd like to hear your thoughts on this.Keep in my mind this is the beginning of a new era in MC Roleplay for me.I'll be updating this thread regularly.Have a nice day!))
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