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Netsrac

“Is it all just fun and games?”

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Netsrac    84
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Evan 'Stomper' Ward

 

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"Sometimes kids fall through the cracks in society"

 

Younger years

Evan was born in the first days of the new year, in the early years of the twenty first century. The miracle took place at the Central Los Santos Medical Center to his mother Beatrice Ward and father Conner Ward. As a young child Evan had more or less everything he could want for, since both his parents had been in the middle children. They had always ended up with hand-me downs and less love and attention from their parents. It was really what prushed Evan’s father to towards a career in the military, and what ultimately left Evan without a father..

Both his parents showered the young boy with love and for a few years it had looked like this kid would have been fine, but fate had other plans for this small and happy family.

During a calm day Evan had been in his room playing with some of his toys, when there had been a knock on the front door, when his mother opened the door. Evan had seen a man in nicely pressed military dress uniform, he had not really understood what was going on. But when this mother had broken down crying in the door. It only took her a moment to remember Evan was nearby. All he remembers from that point was his mother rushing over to him while frantically crying, and a man with a sad expression standing in the doorway looking down at him and his mother.
Evan didn’t know it yet, but on this day his life had been changed forever.

 

Death of a father

It had been supposed to have been a routine patrol for his father in Iraq during the year of 2005, Conner had a around a month left on his current tour. And he was excited, about the prospect of coming back home to see his fledgling family. He had even been bugging his squad with stories and pictures of Evan for a good 3 days straight.

So when they all left the camp, to perform this routine patrol with a bit of a show of force element, The guys not in vehicle had been slightly relieved. As they no longer had to hear about “Evan’s first steps this” “Evan’s first words” that. It was not that they didn’t enjoy it, but it had gotten a bit much as the days started to count down, towards the end of tour.

As the patrol crept down a narrow dirt road, there had been eerily quiet. The men themselves had gotten more quiet in response, as they were used to this stretch of road being more alive. Be it wild life or animals. 
So when first vehicle was hit with an RPG, everybody had been ready and sprang to life as best their training and experience could prepare them.
The ambush had been short lived and was quickly fought back. The addition of a nearby quick reaction force had only helped to resolve it quicker.

And overall they had been luckily, when all things where considered, only one vehicle down and two people had been wounded in the explosion or so they thought.
When the corpsman had finally gotten the damaged door to the vehicle open, he found Evan’s father sitting lifelessly in the passenger seat, with a babbling driver next to him clutching a red and blood soaked bandage in his only good hand. He had been trying to stop the bleeding, he had tried so hard. But in the end it all ended for Conner there.

 

Conner Ward died that day, in a country he didn't know OR care for. Clutching an image of a small boy named Evan Ward.

 

What comes after

 

All Evan had been told, was that the patrol had been moving along a small dirt road and had at one point been ambushed by insurgent forces, the first explosion killing his father instantly.
 

In the first few years after the loss, people around Evan had all been very gentle when around him. Afraid they would break the young boy, they had been treating him as something fragile. Little did they know, all that did was make things worse. The feelings of the loss and the coming neglect, profoundly changed his way of acting and viewing everything around him as it rapidly caught up with him.
And as the years passed and more people died in a parts of the would they didn’t know. The people around him stopped talking about Evan’s father, and he became just another man who died for this country.

 

And as kids do, the missing father from Evan’s life quickly became the ammunition for their bullying. They called his father a good for nothing man, and said Evan was just the same. And they never stopped there, kids can be very creative when bored.
But Evan could only take this for so long, before he finally snapped. A few broken bones and noses late he landed him in more trouble. With adult who didnt know what to do with him. As predicted this did nothing good for him and only landed him in more problems. The first few beatings started being overlooked. But as the problems kept increasing and with no sign of it ending. He was thrown in detention over and over again.

It was here he truly got to know Kyle ‘Lucky’ Brock, who quickly become a good friend to Evan. He had seen him before, both at school and in the same apartment block. But with a few years between them, they had never truly spoke.
But things truly took a turn in a new direction as the two young men became friends. Lucky introduced Evan to a whole new group of people. People who didn’t see Evan as just some kid. He didn’t know it, but they saw him more as a tool.
Evan did not know it yet, but he had just started down a new dangerous path in his life. But he didn’t see that, he was having too much fun to care about where things were headed.
When Lucky suggest they should go out a boost a few cars or maybe find a summer house to break into, Evan didn’t protest, to him it was all just fun and games. And why shouldn't he be allowed to have fun?

 

It was not only Evan who suffered under the loss of Conner. His mother had quickly found out in the following days of the death. That she would need to make up for the loss of income. And the been forced to work more, finding it necessary to get a second job. And she now worked most of the day, to make sure the two could stay in their apartment. Keep the way of life she had been used to while her husband had been around.
Evan got his father's old key and had to find his own way home after school. But now rarely ever saw his mother. So he started roaming around the streets of Vespucci with his new friends and other kids in his own situation. Just looking for something fun to day and the next way of making money.

 

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Thing as they are now

After selling a few ounces of weed, the two had made their way over to a house party to celebrate. During the party Lucky had asked Evan to follow him down the street to some bar, as he had something VERY important to show him. Something he was sure he would enjoy.

Evan had been high at the time and saw no reason not to trust his childhood friend, so he decided to followed him. They made their way down the road, to some old bar, they made their way throughe punks inside into the backroom. There he was greeted by a few of his friends and a range of adult, all wearing verious tattoos. He was placed in a chair, and had his very first tattoo done on his wrist, to show what he was about and where he was from. He still couldn’t see it wasn't just fun and games anymore.
As he got up from the chair, he couldn’t have had a wider grin on his face. He felt ready to take over the world.

 

"Once you get a family, you gotta stick by them"

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Reference point for IC Ink - Some of the tattoos Evan really have, instead of ingame models

Right arm

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"737" and celtic-ish band tattoo

 

Left arm

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"VESPUCCI" written above a Celtic Cross with "SKIN" under it

 

The rest of his story plays out now, what does the world have in store for him?

 

The story leading on - added as the story goes

Left alone and Abandoned

As Evan went about living his life in Vespucci, he slowly but sure started being molded by his interactions with those around him. Sure he had been tainted from the start, but there had been enough room for the young man to secure a better future for himself. Evan had tried to get a job as a sweeping boy at a local Vespucci store. But as he was about to find out, rejection was something common for people like him.

Having given the world the benefit of the doubt, and all the chases it needed to right Evan’s path in the world. The city of Los Santo, had clearly forgotten how to take care of their growing future. As more or and kids hanging with the wrong crowd are taken in, the justice system fails them time and time again. It makes warriors out of those who get fed up, hardens them for when they get back out onto the streets. Evan saw the same future, there was plenty of opportunities for those around him to have changed the way he behaved, but he was pushed in the wrong direction to the extreme. In the beginning Lynn had been a passive, but solid pillar in Evans goings around Vespucci. She had shown a certain level of worry for what the young man was up to, and Evan had found that he didn't want to disappoint here. Because much like with his mother, it broke his heart slightly to see her worried and sad. BUT as the fates would have it, after Evan had been released from Juvy he had not seen her again. This choice on either side, that ultimately cut out the one good influence from his life.

Evans interactions with the Police, had furthermore left him more spiteful than hopeful for future interaction. With the words “That's your problem” from an officer Cole, he knew what to expect from the serving men and women of the city. Because they were not on his side, his mothers tax bracket had seen that.

 

Evan had seen what he needed from the city, he thought. He thought he knew what was right and what wasn't. Out there on the street, it had over and over been proven to be. The strong survives, the weak don’t. If you are not strong, then you are sure to get swept away by the rushing tide.
So he started seeking to better himself, in ways that might keep him alive. First he got himself a firearm, mostly just incase it was ever needed. He wouldn’t be the victim anymore. It was time for somebody else to suffer as he had. Later with the help of those around him, he was by chance given the opportunity to better his own skills using firearms. Surely the instructor didn’t know, what the teen would use this newly found knowledge for.

He would be ready the next time his big homies came with an assignment.

 

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With the times being as they where, money being in increasingly higher demand for various habits. The young skin found it more necessary, to act outside the law to get what he needed.

And with his few good influences slowly drifting away from him, all he had left where the other side of the spectrum. The guys that his friends had introduced him to, before they too had gone away. Most where now either dead or in jail. So again Evan had to prove his worth to the older generation, because they didn’t know him.
All that was left, was the influences of hate and violence. Hate against their fellow man, and the system working to keep them down.

And then the day came, where he got his fourteen seconds. He took the kick and punches as best he could and smiled all the way through his shaving. Evan was ready, respect, money and women were so close, that he could almost reach out and grasp it.

 

Doubt brews

With the recent memories from a crash swirling around Evan’s head, a thought appearance. “are the toad-.. the blacks as bad as the big homies say they are?” It was after all a black man, who had helped him to the hospital when his brothers had just robbed the guy who hit him and then left.

His doubts in the things around him where further pushed along when Lynn pop back into his life, however shortly it was. It let him know. Maybe people don’t just abandon him?

 

 

 

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Netsrac    84
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A few days later..

 

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Kickin it with the yellow people

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Netsrac    84
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Meeting the other kind of white power

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Hanging with homies and those around

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Netsrac    84
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Kicking around, doing dumb shit

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Thimble    88

Evan getting sent to gladiator school, gonna be a warrior....

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Benny Black    88

Fact is a place like this forces us to become warriors or victims.

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