"When I came to America I very quickly feel into the criminal underworld. I started off by selling black tar cocaine to idiots on the corner. Very soon after I got recruited by a crime boss. I became a human trafficker. It was very good money and I was unconcerned about the people I was trafficking. About 7 years into this however my boss was killed by a rival gang. I managed to escape and left no trace of myself for them to know I played any part of it. I started to drink heavily and decided to bike myself a motorcycle. I discovered the thrill of the road. Along my journeys I ended up in the state of San Andreas and met up with a strange man with green hair and a odd accent. He told me about a gang named the Lost MC that he was prospecting for, I was interested. I gained an audience and started to prospect for them. Eventually I was voted in and ever since then I have become friends with them. "
