*You walk past a newstand and something catches your eye**You stop, turn and see a picture on the frontpage of the local paper**You decide to grab some change and read the article... This is what you see/read* The Sons MC, Story of a mans future
Looking back on his life, I don't think Eric_York would change a thing. He sure has had a few bumps,bruises, ups and downs. Some are highs and some are lows. You could say this is one man with nothing to loose. Back about 10-15 years ago, as a young man starting out in life with just two things he loved. His girlfriend Danielle, and his bike... A black Freeway, that he purchased out right, while working as a motorcycle mechanic in dillmore. The young man eventually married his sweetheart and started a simple life. However things started to change. The more and more time he spent in Dillmore the more out of control things got. Corrupt cops, drug dealings, and under the table shady business. After a while, he needed more protection that just himself and his old shotgun, givin to him by his late father. This young man, needed some friends.
Pictured below, the black Freeway
He started recruiting members, and trolling for prospects. However a long process, it was one he thought he needed to do. He brought on board more and more followers, seems as though he was giving anyone a chance. Although this would soon burn him, and take away his wife.
As the man got older, the deeper the club got caught into corruption. Soon the MC was in to deep. He dicided to pack up everything and leave the Sons of Anarchy behind. But before he could leave, the club found out, taking Danielle hostage. He tried to free her, but as he got caught up in a final gun battle, he was wounded. No one knows where, however he does walk with a very slight limp. As he lay wounded, out of the corner of his eye, he seen the last thing that will forever be burned into memory. A gunshot, a white flash of light, and his wife falling to the floor. Before he knew it, he was out... Only to awake at a hospital now in Los Santos. The man has nothing, nothing to live for, nothing to fear. Somehow, however returning to Dillmore via public transportation, he was able to find his old trusty freeway. So maybe he did have one thing left. The man set out one last time, this time to find refuge in a sprawling city, again trying to make a name for himself. The man found a small run down establishment known as The Ten Green Bottles.
As far as we can tell, the man is alone. We tried to get in contact with him, but as you can tell by our cover photo we were pushed away. The only thing we could get out of him was these words... "I'm looking for friends" he said, "You tell who you know that enjoys bikes to come find me! I don't want troube as trouble seems to find me... We are getting something started, and muscle is what I am looking for!" he shouted. "The Sons will go down in history, but our headstone has yet to be carved!!" again he shouted. This time walking back inside. We did get a few more shots of him. These are what was taken..
As far as police reports go, we found nothing. We did follow him, to see what he does, however not much right now, but we see that something may be afoot.
Ranks, Skin ID, Names (Open Members)
1. 248 President - Eric_York
2. 247 Vice President
3. 100 Enforcer
4-7. 181 Members
8. 23 Probie
Thank you for your consideration!
Eric
