Riley Morgan grew up somewhere on the outskirts of Los Santos, in one of those small towns people barely remember exist. Her family wasn’t wealthy, but there was always food, music, and love in the house. Her mother ran a small roadside stand selling tamales, elotes, and tacos made from recipes passed down through generations. Riley grew up by her side, elbows deep in dough and spices, cooking from instinct rather than measurement. The smell of roasting chili, her mother’s laughter, and the radio playing old ranchera songs made that place feel like home.

Life was good back then, simple and full of meaning. Riley was proud of who she was and where she came from. She dreamed of having her own kitchen someday, maybe a small restaurant, and a steady life to go with it. But life doesn’t always go as planned. Her father was a drifter, a man who showed up when he felt like it and vanished just as fast. When her mother died suddenly of a heart attack, Riley was only eighteen, and her world went quiet overnight.

She worked wherever she could, kitchens, deliveries, cleaning jobs, anything that kept her afloat. But Los Santos is a hard place for good people. It gets under your skin. Before long, Riley found herself running with people who weren’t so good. Old friends from her neighborhood offered loyalty and family, and for a while, it felt real. Then a deal went bad, someone talked, and everything fell apart.

When payback came knocking on her door, Riley did what she had to do. She defended herself, and someone ended up dead. The man wasn’t innocent, but that didn’t matter. The law didn’t care about the details. She took the fall, never snitched, never begged, and just did her time.

Prison hardened her, but it also gave her something to hold onto. She found peace in the kitchen again, cooking for other inmates and remembering what it felt like to create something that mattered. The guards called her Chef, and for a few hours a day she wasn’t an inmate anymore, she was Riley again.

She was released early for good behavior, but the world hadn’t waited for her. The people she had once called family were gone, the city had changed, and she came back to nothing. Now she moves through Los Santos quietly, calm, collected, but still burning inside. She takes whatever work she can find, kitchens, bars, garages, whatever pays the bills.

To most people, she is just another ex-con trying to stay out of trouble. But if you get close, you will see something else, a woman who has been through hell and still cares in her own quiet way. Riley doesn’t talk much about her past, and when she does, her words are short and sharp, like she is tired of repeating them. She is not looking to be saved. She is just trying to find somewhere she belongs, somewhere that finally feels like home.

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I came from a not-so-nice place, where it always seemed like doom and gloom. When I was young, my parents died in a car crash—I barely remember them now. I was raised by my grandmother, who wasn’t a very nice lady.

Growing up, I was in and out of trouble all the time, trying to make a name for myself. Eventually, I figured it was time to get far away from my problems. So, I scraped together some money and bought a random flight out of there, which is how I ended up in Paradise.

Once I got there, I wandered the streets for a couple of days before I met a girl named Ebby Sky. She asked me if I was with any groups yet, and I told her I was new to the city. She said she wanted to introduce me to someone she knew—someone I might fit in with.

The next day, she took me to a compound near the casino. As the gate opened, a woman stood there, arms folded, looking ready for anything. I introduced myself to her, and she replied, “Nice to meet you, Jacob. I'm Belle Noire.”

Days went by after I was accepted by The Lost MC. Both Ebby and I had to prove ourselves to Belle and the crew by doing tasks and helping with jobs. Over time, I seemed to fit right in, but Ebby didn’t seem happy. We had become really good friends, and I’d grown attached to her—always looking out for her.

Then came the day she decided to leave The Lost. She had to be "blooded out." We brought her to a grassy overlook on the coast. The VP had her stand near the edge of the cliff. She stood there in silence, while my heart pounded in my chest, dreading what was about to happen.

The VP raised his gun—and executed her right in front of me.

Moments after the shot, I felt like I was dying. My mind raced with thoughts: “Did he just kill his own?” “Did he just kill family?” I sped off on my motorcycle, trying to make sense of what I'd just seen happen to my best friend.

I rode north to Chiliad, hoping to think and clear my head—but I couldn’t shake it. At this point, I’m sick of pain. I’m sick of losing family. I just don’t want to care anymore. It would be easier to hate than to love... easier to not feel sadness.

Then, behind me, I heard a faint moan coming from behind a cluster of bushes. I crept up slowly and parted them—behind them was a cave.

The darkness inside was blacker than the night sky. I pulled out my lighter and stepped into the cave. As I ventured further in, I stubbed my foot on a small, moldy wooden box. I grabbed a rock and smashed the rusted clasp off the box. As I slowly lifted the lid, a thin trail of smoke began to rise.

From beneath the smoke, a book written in an unknown language appeared. I grabbed it to inspect it, and as I opened the first page…

Everything went black.

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So in the year 1983, a pair of identical twins were born. The mother is obsessed with the stars, named one Luna, and the other Nova. Mother's name was Elandria Starks, and their father was Jacob Starks. Their marriage was of the unorthodox type, as they were what you would call tree hugging, letting the earth be healed and feeding organic people. They grew up in the southern state of Texas where the heat of the summer drew everyone crazy. Pools were a relief for such occasions or just staying inside where the ac would keep you nice and cool.

When growing up, Luna would always admire her father because he drove a Harley and Motorcycles were an inspiration for her to want to learn how they worked. Her father would give her some advice on the engine when he worked. Cleaning out the oil and making sure everything was in tip top shape. And then would take her on a drive just around the block or two. The sensation of the speed that would come from just the wind in her hair would make her free.

So when she grew older, she saved what money she could from the odd jobs she did from working as a waitress. Which in that instant made her hate being subjected to stupidity by people. To possibly doing other odd jobs. Once she saved up, she would buy a run down Harley and her and her father worked together. They fixed it up as best they could. Her father, for a birthday gift, got it repainted to suit his daughter's outlook. The crimson red that was also that stain of her hair suited her well. In future time she would move her life around from state to state. She was searching for something that she could claim as home. She only drew back to Texas for the farewell of her parents. Death took them quickly in the winter of 2007. Car accident with a drunk driver. Her bond with her sister was always on the rocks but once that day happened. It seems to draw them to each other. Comfort from family and from close friends who knew them as they laid them to rest in the ground. The Harley image was on her fathers grave stone as they were resting with each other. She moved on and found her way towards the next city. There she made friends and once settled, she joined up with the MC “The Lost.” She moved to the rank as Secretary and has not moved from that spot since.

During the young years, Nova had worked hard in school. She was always the nerdy type that stuck to making good grades. She would graduate in top of her class in High school and get a scholarship to go to medical school. She had her heart set on learning medicine and wanted to help others. She had gone through her life and had 13 surgeries when she was just a child and since she was born she has always dealt with being in and out of the hospital and drs office due to having Hemophilia Type A which is a genetic blood clot disorder. She basically bleeds Water. And thus that also pushed her twin sister to go to medical school so she could take care of her sister. It made her see the potential of what the heart can give when giving care to someone who is ill or is recovering from an injury. So she presumed it and graduated with a 3.8 GPA and Cum Lada of her class. She applied herself and soon took on being EMS. Though the death of parents had drawn her into depression, she soon sought comfort in her sister.

Then she met Kevin Dill, who had gone through something similar. They grew to love one another and moved into a quant house. Next thing that she knew he had proposed and they got married within 6 months. It was a small wedding, her sister didn't show. She felt sorrow but happiness upon that day. But as the years went by, Work took up a good chunk of her life, and her husband had changed. He started getting aggressive. The fighting had grown so much that it seemed every day was a waste for her life and she could escape with work. At one point he had almost made her lose her job because he showed up piss ass drunk and was being verbally abusive when they had moved to a more quiet room. The last straw hit when he decided to lay his hands on her one night at their home. Police had gotten involved and she had had enough. She packed her bags and left him. After getting a restraining order, and charges against him, they got a divorce. Her name went back to being Luna Starks as she moved forward into her new life. Wanting a new start and hearing that her sister found a new life, she would make that move.

Though we do not know where this story will lead with Luna. She hopes in time she will reconcile with her sister but time will heal the wounds.

Many know her as Big Red due to not just her hair color choice but also due to her being from the south. She worked on a ranch as well when she was younger and owned a horse named VS Code Big Red Stardust. She has took upon remembering that horse with the nickname.

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In 2001, Kat Read was born Kathryn O'Hearn-McDonaugha. She grew up on the east coast, in a very well-to-do atmosphere. She was primarily raised by her grandparents, due to her mother not wanting her. Her mother's family were very cold and distant with her. She did not understand why they treated her differently from the other children. When she was 21 years old she was finally able to meet her dad. He was a very kind but stern old Irish man. He told her about her two older half-brothers and that they were both members of AODMC.

This revelation made her want to seek out her brothers and learn from them. Her eldest brother, Phillip "Lucky" Winston, was the Vice President of the club. Her other brother, Johnny "Johnny Boy" McDonaugha was a Patched Member. She started her journey as a prospect, and worked her way up to Treasurer in a single years time, due to her financial mindset. She dealt with a bit of hardship while on her journey, including both of her brothers passing away due to "mysterious" circumstances. A bright spot in her time with AODMC was meeting her husband,

Tony Read. He was a hot-headed British man with a passion for causing chaos. When her eldest brother passed away, Tony took over being VP and she was proud of him for stepping up. Unfortunately things were not peaceful for them as AODMC disbanded after a few months, because some members did not have the heart to stick it out like she and the officers did. When this happened, she was lost at what she wanted to do next and she set out to find herself alone. She eventually met Tommy Crow and The Black Crows in a another city. He offered for her to join the club and she accepted the invitation. She eventually became the SAA and is now the Vice President.

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Jasper grew up in Los Angeles, where the fast pace and culture pushed him to work hard. He was always surrounded by the entertainment world and was drawn to the power of music. From a young age, he knew he wanted to be part of that industry. A few years back, Jasper moved to Los Santos to find new opportunities.

The city's nightlife and energy fit perfectly with his plans. His love for music and connections from his past life, his dream is to start his own label in LS. He wants it to start out small, but hopefully his hard work and good instincts will turn it into one of the top labels in town. Jasper has a big name in the LS music scene, known for finding underground talent and turning them into stars. He's earned respect as a smart but fair businessman, though it’s not without its challenges.

He's trying to stay on top , ready to handle the ups and downs of the music business in LS but it came at a cost of his soul. Jasper felt like a ghost, unloved and a cog in the music industry. It made him feel like a puppet Each day blurred into the next . Working nights at the weed store his best friend Zell told him a friend was flying into the city and we should see if we can find them at the airport. Sammy appeared. She changed his life. She could sense something was off about Jasper. She eventually was hired at the weed shop as well working along side Jasper, He was feeling doubt about his impact on this life.

They connected very quickly she said to him and he will never forget those words, “You’ve got more potential than you think,” With her support, She reminded him that it was okay to stumble, as long as he kept moving forward. As the months changed, so did Jasper. With Sammy by his side, he started to believe in a better future. One night what seemed out of nowhere she took him on a drive and proceeded to propose to Jasper at a water fall in the north. It was the best time of my life. Changed who Jasper used to be, made him feel more. Fast forwards years later, finding out that Sammy cheated on him, sent his life into a spiral. His music turned all sad boy and emotional. It has now lead Jasper feeling lost and looking for a new home, a new family...

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Charles Everett Quackers never asked for the nickname “Duck,” but like most things in his life, he wore it with a grin and made it his own. As a prospect for the Black Crows MC, he once led the pack straight into a flooded underpass. Engines sputtered, curses flew, but Charles just laughed, splashing through the water and shouting, “Relax, boys, ducks don’t mind water!” From that day forward, the name stuck, and so did the reputation: a man who could keep calm in chaos.

Early Life-

Charles grew up in a rough neighborhood outside Kansas City. His parents split when he was young, leaving his grandmother to raise him. She taught him resilience, but the streets taught him survival. He learned early that humor could defuse a fight faster than fists, though he never shied away from throwing one when needed. By his teens, he was already working odd jobs in garages and trucking yards, developing a knack for engines and long-haul routes. The road became his escape, the hum of machinery his comfort.

Path to the MC-

After drifting with small-time crews, Charles found himself at a roadside bar one night, staring down the black-and-silver patches of the Black Crows MC. Something about their presence—their unity, their unspoken code—pulled him in. His quick wit, mechanical skills, and fearless riding earned him a shot as a prospect. On runs, he proved himself not just as a rider but as a leader, keeping morale high and navigating tricky routes with uncanny instinct.

Rise to Road Captain-

It wasn’t long before the brothers noticed his gift. They called it his “duck sense”—an almost supernatural ability to spot trouble before it happened. Whether it was cops lurking on the highway, rival MCs waiting in ambush, or storms brewing on the horizon, Charles always had a backup plan. His humor kept the pack steady when nerves frayed, but when the situation turned serious, he was all business. His defining moment came during a high-stakes run through rival territory. Against all odds, he brought every brother home safe. That night, the President patched him in as Road Captain, the man trusted to lead the pack wherever the road demanded.

Personality-

Charles is the kind of man who rarely rattles, even when bullets fly or engines fail. His jokes and sarcasm cut tension like a knife, but never at the expense of respect. To the MC, he is loyal to the bone, willing to bleed for his brothers. Strategic and disciplined, he balances speed, safety, and stealth with the precision of a soldier and the instincts of a rider born to the asphalt.

Signature Style-

On the road, Charles is unmistakable. He rides his black Harley with a custom duck emblem painted on the tank—a nod to the nickname he turned into a badge of honor. His patched leather cut carries a small duck feather tucked into the collar, a quiet symbol of his identity. And in his saddlebag rests a weathered road atlas, marked with notes and alternate routes. The brothers call it the “duck map,” a testament to his obsession with always having a way out.

Conflict & Arc

But beneath the humor and calm lies a man haunted. Charles fears that one day his jokes won’t be enough to keep the brothers safe, that his lightheartedness will falter in the face of real tragedy. Rival MCs mock his nickname, mistaking it for weakness, but they underestimate the sharpness behind his smile. And though he thrives as the backbone of the Black Crows on the road, he wrestles with a quiet dream: raising a family, leaving the outlaw life behind, and finding peace in a world that has never offered him any

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Mila Anthony (birth name Nari Bu) is the only child of South Korean parents, who later immigrated to Australia. Nari had a strict upbringing, where discipline, tradition and achievement were paramount. She only succeeded academically, but rarely felt praise. Nari’s parents expected success and there was no room for anything less.

By fourteen, the weight of her parents militant structure drove her towards the streets. Her peers were not treated the same, and had much more freedom. She felt a constant “pull” to test the length of her freedom, the same way the moon uses its light pulls the tides. Drawn to rebellion against all that she knew, she started running with a local street gang known as The Bs and reinvented herself from Nari Bu to Mila Anthony. This was now her alias, which distanced her from her past and protected her future.

The qualities that made Mila a model student - her sharp mind and determination to succeed - quickly made her an asset amongst her crew. She quickly moved from small errands onto orchestrating deals, earning herself a reputation amongst the streets as “the bold and cunning one”. However, beneath this persona she had built as an escape from her reality, Mila wrestled with a deep guilt for abandoning her parents dreams for her, and all that they sacrificed. Fortunately, the power and respect from the streets constantly drowned out this guilt, and allowed her to always move forward.

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Hi, my name is Freeda Gosir. I have had quite a life through the past 35 years. I grew up in Brattleboro Vermont. I went through school and graduated with what is called a Local diploma where I am from. I eventually moved out on my own. I was kinda dumb with my life and did not start working until I was around 21. I have always been a kind loving soul and I would give the shirt off my back to almost anyone in need.

I have seen a lot of things in my life. I met this guy once who took me to a place where I saw a floating swimming pool in the sky that went between two buildings over a street. It was wild to see and still one of the coolest things I have ever seen. I still do not understand how it hangs there with all that weight and does not break or crack.

I did not really communicate with people outside my normal routine. When I was in school I got made fun of a lot for my weight. I usually just went into work, did my job, and went home. Moving to a city was my first time living on my own. I learned a lot from the people I met. They opened my eyes to a lot of cool things and a brighter future. I have opened up a lot since then. Sometimes things fly out of my mouth that I do not even realize I am saying until it is done.

I moved to a city called GoldRush for a short time and worked in a club called The Underground. That is where I met some amazing people who became real friends. I became more social and now I can say again that I am home in a place called New World where friends have become family. They are the kind of family I would take a bullet for without hesitation.

Tommy and Kat welcomed me to hang around the Black Crow for a bit. Then I went on and got promoted to Prospect. I worked my ass off and went on a very interesting mission with some others. That part is classified. I worked and grinded for two weeks and put in effort to show I wanted to be in the Black Crows family. Then I became a full patched member.

I have a wonderful family now and there is no place I would rather be. I still work at The Underground nightclub since they moved the business closer to us. When I am not working you can usually find me at the beach or showing off my rides.

And I love the Black Crows. We ride free.

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Char Woah was a born in 1993 in the ghetto of south side Los Santos. He began gang banging and selling drugs at a very young age. When he got into high school, he used to get into a ton of fights and ended up wanting to become a professional boxer in Vice City. After Char got jumped by a rival gang, the vagos, he became glued to the streets. He let the fuel of beef become apart of him and although he never went to retaliate, he knew one day, he would get them back. He then had reached out to his close friends supplying him with drugs letting them know the vagos were pressing him. He then became really close to CJ from GSF and a few months later, he was being jumped into GSF. Although Char was in high school, he had known that he would live and die by the Grove Street Family.

After going through high school, he began to continue to hustle all types of drugs to get money to move to Vice City. He spoke with CJ and mentioned to him that he would create a new chapter of GSF in Vice City. CJ agreed that would be a good idea as Char climbed the ranks as years progress. CJ then set him on a mission to hit the Diamond Casino, explaining to Char that if they were to get out of the heist alive, he would have enough to move to Vice City to begin a new chapter of GSF.

After he saved up his first $50K, he hopped on a plane to Vice City. After moving to Vice City, Char became interested in gambling and was known in Vice City as the Roulette King. Char loves to take risk and find ways to always make a quick buck. His hustle mentality led him to meet many icons throughout Vice City and he then later became connected with various club owners all throughout the city. Char had learned entrepreneurial skills and was set fourth to own a business. With Char's interest in designer fashion, jewelry, and high end pieces, his first thought was to open up a Pawn Shop in Los Santos to be able to see his old community in a new light. Although he is scared CJ may be disappointed in not creating a different chapter of GSF, Char is certain that he would make a huge killing with his Pawn Shop business in Los Santos. After being shut down by government officials due to his criminal background, Char saved up for some lights and a camera. Since then, he has been an independent business owner taking photos of civilians throughout Los Santos.

He then became connected to Tommy and Kat from the underground where he was hired on as security detail. Since then, he’s risen the ranks with The Underground as the security manager. After showing his fellow colleagues his knowledge of the streets and having a strong business acumen, he had became apart of the Black Crows MC and is now holding the role of Enforcer.

Char’s dream is to still open a photography business as he continues to hustle his way into becoming the best photographer in Los Santos.