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Steve "Fire" Shepherd


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Full name: Steve Johnson Shepherd

Date of Birth: 23/01/1995

Origin: Liberty City

Nationality: American

Height: 6′0 (185cm)

Weight: 176lbs (80kg)

Race: Caucasian

 

 

THE BEGINNING

 

Steve Johnson Shepherd was born in Liberty City on January 23rd 1995. He lived what he tought to be a good life with his older brother and father on a nice apartment located in East Island City. Most parts of the city were brutal, bloody, corrupt and disgusting. Steve's family tried at all costs to move away of such places so they've bought the apartment in one of the most peaceful locations in the city even though there wasn't a really quiet place around. Fear wandered every corner of every street.

 

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FAMILY

 

Steve's mother, Lucia, worked as personal assistant at a lawyers corporation in the city and had always been considered very responsible and disentangled at her job. Steve however never had the privilege to really know his mother, Lucia. She had been diagnosed with breast cancer few months after Steve was born. She was remembered by the rest of the family as being the most incredible person. She unfortunately couldn't resist it and eventually passed away when Steve was only two years old so he had to pretty much live without the love of a mother for his whole life.

 

His father, John Shepherd, was a respected Lieutenant at the LCPD. He had been in the force for almost twenty years and was Steve's biggest hero when he was young. John was strong-minded and even after de departure of the love of his life since college he kept on giving Steve and his brother, Robert Shepherd, the best life he could. Steve’s big brother Robert was starting to follow their fathers footsteps and had just got out of the police academy.

 

Steve however had other ideas. He started working as a simple pizza delivery guy to help paying for college and eventually later on he got his dream job of working as a sports journalist to which he had studied so hard for. It was a simple almost meaningless job for everyone but for Steve it meant the world at the time. Everything was going well for him... he was making decent money for his age, working at something he loved with his family around him every time, supporting and helping him along his journey. He was happy.

 

Life however can be brutal and relentless and unfortunately it had other rather twisted plans for him. One fatidic day Steve got terrible news. His father was KIA in a massive shootout on a bank robbery. Shot 2 times in the back by a pump action shotgun. Steve never recovered from this loss and got into a deep depression. Not only he didn’t had a chance to know his mother and now he saw his hero and his idol going away as well. His brother was also devastated. He always tried to keep a positive attitude around Steve so they could bother eventually recover from such a disaster. Steve however was in a very dark place. He wouldn't go out with his friends anymore like he used to every weekend, ended up losing his dream job as a journalist and was starting to turn into an alcoholic.

 

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Unexpectedly, Steve’s life did a complete 180 degree turn and once a happy and fulfilled life had turned into a complete nightmare. He couldn’t take it anymore. The police would do nothing to find the ones responsible for what had happened to his father and other officers that had died on that day. He couldn’t stand another day living on that shit-stained city.

 

He decided to get all the money he had left and sold a beloved chopper he had and, without telling anyone (not even his brother), he bought a plane ticket to Los Santos attempting start a whole new life away from Liberty City and all it represented to him.

 

A NEW CHAPTER

 

Steve started working hard after he first arrived at Los Santos, making some deliveries and putting on many extra hours so he could save money as fast as possible to afford himself a new bike since he had to sold his first one. He was keen to motorcycles from a very young age, he would go to many motards concentrations with his father and brother back in the day and fell in love with that culture. As the time went on and he had rack up a few weeks in the new city he was starting to realize what it really was. He thought before moving that it would be a good place for a fresh new start for him with a bit of everything: excellent beaches, a big city and also some open beautiful areas around. That was true, but what was also true was that this was just another city equal or worse than Liberty City. Once again filled with corruption and false and shallow people. Danger lurked every place just like back home. He would hear everyday on the news as his motel room about robberies, murders and other felonies. Something that he couldn’t get away from apparently. He had no money to rent or buy himself an apartment at the time since he had gathered all the money to buy what he wanted the most: a bike, which he had named after his mother.

 

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Steve was starting to remember and feeling what he felt in his last days at Liberty City. The big city was, once again, suffocating him and since he had no friends or family in town he decided to just get himself a backpack with some clothes and money, mount on his bike and ride to where the sun would take him.

 

A NEW FAMILY

 

After as few days on the road with only his bike with him, Steve was finally feeling free and confident about himself but something was lacking. No one can be alone forever. Everyone needs a family, someone to trust, someone to be loyal to and someone to help with along the journey that is life.

 

Steve was cruising by Sandy Shores when he came across a group of people that appeared to share the same interest as him: motorcycles. He took a deep breath and gained some confidence to approach them. He was overwhelmed. It was a bit scary at first but after a few hours of talking he felt something again that he had almost forgot. He felt like he was starting to belong to something bigger than him: a new family, a new brotherhood.

 

He had no place to crash for the time being and he was offered to stay at one of them’s garage for a few nights until he finds a place to stay. This was something that we would never forget. At that moment he knew that he would be forever loyal to these people that helped him trough this tough time. He’d want to be apart of this family and everything that came with it. He would do everything to repay them for their kindness and support until the his final day comes. The kind of life he was trying to get away from kept knocking on his door but this time was different: he was starting to embrace it, endure it and survive it. This time and for the first time ever, he wasn’t alone in it.

 

 

The rest is history that’s still being written to this day...

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Don't you see I am your pride
Agent of wealth
Bearer of needs
And you know it's right
I am your war
Arming the strong
Aiding the weak
Know me by name

SHEPHERD OF FIRE
 

 

 

 

 

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