Born January 29 2003. Started making a name for myself working out of a small warehouse in South LS buying and reselling illicit goods for a profit, wanting to expand I chose to go into boosting people's cars and then selling those on for even bigger profits. However I was still looking for any opportunity I could to make money and build a reputation so I saw the opportunity to go into bodyguarding work, corporate assassinations and eventually narcotics distribution.
One eventful night in Los Santos lead to me stumbling across a group of bikers sporting the symbol of the Lost Motorcycle Club, hearing the rumours of what happened to Johnny K I took them as joke at first but these guys were organised, efficient, disciplined and rowdy as all hell at the same time. Took a liking to the idea of having people who would have my back if I could help them, so I reached out. The rest is history and I can proudly say that I too bare the mark of the Lost MC. Peace and Prosperity be damned
