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Edited July 9, 2022 by Euphoria

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Edited July 9, 2022 by Euphoria

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BROTHERHOOD FOUND AT LAST

Now, this is where things get interesting - Fresh in the City of Angels, Ryan had bought himself a small Rustic Emperor; A little beamer to get him from point A-to-B. Working at Apex Logistics, he'd been able to save up for something that he'd wanted practically all of his life - A proper Motorcycle. But that purchase would only come after heading up North and stumbling upon Blaine County's little area called Grapeseed. Driving past the Alamo Sea as if headed up to Mount Chiliad, a small bar would catch his eyes. Several bikes, all lined up in a row; Catching his interest. Coming to a halt and parking his Rustic Emperor across the street, a naive Wilding headed to the doors - Opening them and entering. Though what he found was an empty place; Nobody around. Odd. Shifting to the outside, he'd thought maybe the people inhabitants had simply went to stock up, and so he parked his derriere upon the comfy cushioned seating on the outside, taking in the magnificent view that the Alamo Sea presented.

 

Around fifteen minutes would pass then, all before a vehicle flew by, resembling something of a Chevrolet Camaro; Real fancy. As it pulled up, Ryan shifted to his feet where a blonde, skin-fade having man presented himself. Moving towards him, the two discussed Ryan's business here; He claimed to want to see what the place was about, eyeing the bikes; Only before being explained to by the man he'd come to know as Boulder, that this was a Motorcycle Club's bar, the Grim Order Motorcycle Club - Though, that didn't scare Ryan off, if anything? That just intrigued him further. Ryan continued to express his interests in Motorcycles, stating that whilst he currently hadn't had a bike, he was saving up and would be interested in coming down to the place one night when it had opened. The two briefly exchanged numbers, and Ryan was content, shifting off to do his business and not pro-longing his stay.

 

In the next weeks that followed, Wilding finally achieved his dream purchase, grabbing a Western Zombie Bobber from that Motorcycle Dealership down in Los Santos, heading back up to Grapeseed, curious as to if the place he'd seen a week earlier was open. To his surprise, those other Motorcycles had still been there; And the lights seemed all lit up - All telltale signs to any that a venue was open. Parking away from the crowded line, not wanting to intrude or over-step his boundaries, Ryan pushed the kickstand down upon the ground, setting his helmet on his seat before heading inside. This time? The place was populated, but only by those wearing the Kuttes and Patches of the Club. Five men turned towards Wilding, simply asking him what he wanted. One of them moving behind him to lock the door - Unlucky for him? One of those men weren't Boulder and it had appeared he'd well and truly gotten himself into some shit. One skill he'd always had though, was a silver tongue, and so he quickly began to talk in hopes of saving himself in his eyes an unearned beating. Going forth to explain to the men that he'd met Boulder just a week ago, and that Boulder had stated there might have been some work available for the aspiring successor, the Club decided to let him go - Telling him to come back another time. So he did just that.

 

Going through his hang-around phase; Devotion was never an issue for Wilding. As noted through his life, his dedication to striving to be the best was in no means sub-par, it was something he carried with him everywhere he went, not when it was just convenient. Working behind the bar at the Grapeseed Tavern, Wilding quickly come to know each member of the Club, going on rides with them, but distancing himself as to not intrude on anything that'd be considered strictly Club Business. This would continue on for about a month, before a tradition called 'Church' was called - Where all Patched Members of the Club sit at a table and discuss the present and future business. It was here that, without his knowledge, Boulder would vote Ryan in to his Hell-Phase; Being called into the Club House, a place he'd never been before, where Wilding met the then President of the Club, Rick. Rick went on to briefly explain that the members had seen the work done  over the past month, and whilst the duo hadn't had much time spent together, he trusted his men's word - Passing him a Kutte before demanding he'd sow his Prospect Patches on. Moving out by his orders, fulfilled by the milestone, Wilding left the place to do just that - Representing the GOMC properly; Prospect Patch and all.

 

Those months were strenuous, and they flew by too. Proving himself day in and day out for the Club with Boulder as his Sponsor, the MC terminology for a mentor, who ensured that the Scotland Native wouldn't slack in any perspective. Within those months, a bond grew between himself and his Sponsor, as well as a few others. The Club Life in those times were rocky, unstable. Business was low, and so was morale, which saw some Members leave during that time - Which after those few months? Ryan would replace. Just another Church spent watching the Member's bikes on his lonesome, his phone pinged, ringing repeatedly; Boulder being presented on the screen. Standing from his seated position, he'd answer the phone before bringing it to his ear. "Inside, now." Would be the only words shared; Ryan moving inside shortly after.

 

It was inside that several of his now Brothers stood, the Sergeant at Arms then, Axe, holding a duffel bag in hand, all members glaring at him; Staring holes within his pale complexion. Being told to remove his Kutte, it'd seem the man had landed himself in some bother - For what? He couldn't think. Pulling his Kutte off slowly, it'd appear Wilding was either bravely foolish, of foolishly brave. "So - Let's cut this shit short, shall we? We've heard it from the grapevine that you've been rocking another Club's Colours. That shit doesn't fly here." Axe began to talk, the men shaking their heads in disappointment as they all continued to look down upon the man. Axe would continue to practically degrade the man, stating how disappointed he was, before passing the floor to Ryan, asking if he'd had anything to say. Clearing his throat, he closed the distance with the bald-headed man and stared right in to his eyes before speaking. "I ain't a rat; I ain't ever gon' be a rat. So, if you're going to put me in the ground for something you supposedly think I've done; Which I ain't - You best get the first swing."Such boldness. Or was it stupidity? Who knew? Regardless, it'd make Axe flash a grin, the act soon dropping.

 

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"THAT'S THE MAN I NEED AT MY SIDE; THAT'S THE BROTHER I WANT TO SEE"

Theatrical? Sure. But Ryan had earned his Kutte, and along the way, the Road-Name 'Wheeler', because no matter what he had to do for the Club - He'd do it, and just keep rolling on; Not on his lonesome anymore - But by the side of his Brothers.

Edited September 29, 2020 by Ryan Wilding

[Daquan Kingston]

Was very nice encountering this character.

[Sixth]

Your background story makes me ashamed of mine ? keep it up, brudda

[Euphoria]

The Long, Strenuous Road - A dirty, deathly tale; Chapter One

Now the road that Wilding had chose? It was a bloody one. Filled with lead, drama, drugs and more - But that was the outlaw lifestyle. Donning a 1%-er patch? It deemed it necessary that the man had to live with that, and one day? Die with it too. A stubborn, well-spoken, aggressive man; But a man with a thirst and a hunger to be someone, to do something.  The first challenge the man faced? Jail-Time. 

Yeah... It's needless to say, that in those times? Wheeler wasn't in the right mindset. Doing without thinking; Drinking far too much, and thinking those poisonous thoughts. At one point, the Scotsmen almost took his own life, so in a way - This was fate, for him, a saving grace in the dark Sheep's clothing, though the worst was yet to come.

 

Several months later, each month spent with his own personal development; Working out both in terms of muscular and mental state and with much luck in his favor, Wheeler was out of 'the lock'. With his phone back in his possession, and nothing more than the clothes on his back, he'd call an old friend - Axl.

 

Greeted with open arms, and with his kutte back upon his torso, Wheeler felt at home once more. The past was simply that, in the past, and now? He had to deal with the several changes that the Club had come through, new Brothers, old Brothers, the changing of Cabinet Positions. But there was no rest period, no, not at all. Being taken in by Axe and Boulder, the trio shared a discussion, both the former President [Then Vice-President after the shifting of the Cabinet Positions] and Treasurer had turned 'Rat', and needed to be taken care of. Before that...? A final Church - A Club Wide Vote to ensure that this decision? It was the right decision, and with that came a final shift - Ryan Wilding, Wheeler, the Secretary of the Grim Order Motorcycle Club.

 

 

That night soon came, a planned, hoax party - An absolute set-up for Shaun. A bloody mess of a night, that's exactly what it was.

The decision was made...

And with any murder - Clean-Up Duty.

But once all the adrenaline faded, and the night was coming to a close, Wheeler's mind had time to let its voice be known; Such a dangerous, brutal voice it was.

'Brotherhood - It's not for a second, nor a minute, not an hour. Not a day, or a week, a month or a year; But a lifetime. And that's the difference between blood and brotherhood.'

 

 

Edited September 28, 2020 by Ryan Wilding

[Euphoria]

The Long, Strenuous Road - A Dirty, Deathly Tale; Chapter Two

Now, a One-Percenter, outlaw Club is bound to get its hands dirty, that much is already known, but upon joining the Prospect Phase of a Club, you're entrusted with the responsibility of bearing, respecting and taking care of the Patches you've been graced with, hand-in-hand with that, is doing the same for your Brothers. This means strictly no ratting, no threats to another Brother, and no attempts on getting rid of them without a truly righteous reason that the entire Club had agreed on. Unfortunately for one Preacher; The Club had just that.

BANG - Down dropped Preacher; Good riddance. Such heartless actions had become a normality for Wheeler - After all... It was for the Club, right?

Deja Vu? Yeah. Another talk with another possible Brother about growth from the murder of another. He knew those thoughts all too well; Many a night spent restless, tear-stained pillows, poisonous thoughts. It was second nature to the Scotsman... It was life - Back to it.

 

The next few weeks were spent focusing solely on the Club; Donning the Secretary patch meant he was solely responsible for the Club's business side, meeting clients, ensuring that Club Owned Businesses boomed, supply wise and customer wise. Meeting one hang-around at the time, Marcus 'Berry' Sanchez, Wheeler struck up on the idea of the man teaching the Grim Order to brew, those interested, at least. A few practice runs later, and Wheeler was a fine-hand at brewing; Ironic, really, trusting the Scotsman with the drink.

 

 

Somewhere along the line, Ryan had met one Sadie Hennessy at the Route 68 Bar and Grill; There was something about that woman, an aura and a glow that simply spread positive vibes, to the point that a religious side of Wheeler was discovered. This brief relationship saw Wheeler wish for forgiveness for his sinful actions, helping out at the Church, and finally sinking back to his sinful state as the lady had disappeared, but we'll get to that.

 

Of course, a Leopard never changes its spots, and in the life that Wheeler led? Neither would he. Life was for living, and so he lived, starting with a Night to Remember.

 

Hungover, a banging headache, and further bad news ensued - Route Sixty-Eight's Bar and Grill, rendered to ashes and soot-stained walls, the Grim Order MC would lend the neighbors a hand.

 

 

Shortly after that evening, Wheeler and another member, Pike, sprung some issues. The Secretary saw the lack of work that the Patched Member was putting in, and in his eyes? It needed to change. All it took was a bit of the drink, and Wheeler was at his throat, almost literally.

Wielding a Switch-Blade and drunkenly slurring expletives, though some truth, Wheeler moved off to his bike, shooting a message to a familiar face in hopes of redemption... Would he get it?

 

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The Long, Strenuous Road - A Dirty, Deadly Tale; Chapter Three

Forgiveness. That's all the man wanted. Forgiveness, and for the constant voices in his head to /STOP/. 

 

The following nights saw the argument from the nights before draw a rift in the Club in Wheeler's perspective; His Sponsor, Boulder and himself not speaking, and when they did? It was bland. There was an atmosphere, and one that the President, Axe, caught on to.

 

 

As much as it had seemed it, the troubles of the Club weren't forgotten. Wheeler and Boulder still had the awkward rift, and after Dick had made a comment about his religious tracks, Boulder followed up by claiming he wasn't the man he once was.

 

Redemption. The first Service.

 

With the days that followed, Ryan would meet some unlikely friends after bumping in to a familiar face. Native Americans; Being gracefully welcomed (Not by the Chief, mind you) upon the Tribal Ground of Tongva Hills, they'd enjoy a few beers, indulge in some sweet Mary Jane, and Wheeler would learn some shocking news, all the while the Club faced their own issues with some of Blaine's Locals.

 

Once sobered up, Twenty-Four-Hours-Removed, Wheeler was properly filled in with the news that Rhino, one of those who hung around Sadie and the Sixty-Eight, had come around to the Tavern asking for a fee after the boys had caught one of his lads breaking in to their Pawn Shop, Blaine's Back-Up Goods.  This provoked a rage in Wheeler, taking it briefly out on Sadie before tensions rose between the Grim Order and the O'Neil Mob.

 

 

Feeling ridiculously bad about releasing his anger on Sadie, Wheeler would switch to his (lack of) baking skills, baking the woman a specialized Grim Order MC Cupcake as he went to apologize.

 

 

For once, all tensions were set aside. But for how long would they stay that way?

 

 

 

Edited September 28, 2020 by Ryan Wilding

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The Long, Strenuous Road - A Dirty, Deadly Tale; Chapter Four

Wishing for all issues to be directly squashed, Wheeler had one more person to apologise to in the next few days, JC.

 

And with everything properly solved; It all seemed too perfect... Because it was. Laying on the Tavern's Couches that night, Wheeler's phone lit up at around 4:45 AM. Valley would be calling, one of the Native Americans he'd met within his time in Los Santos.

 

A full stomach later, Wheeler bid his farewells, moving back to the Tavern to allow Aiyana to have some much needed rest, and to have some well-deserved rest of his own.

 

Tensions soon rose in the days that followed as the Sandy Communal Riding Club, who were unknown to Wheeler, drove past the Grapeseed Tavern, honking their horns - A telltale sign of war to any MC. Once the President had come around, the Club shifted to deal with the issue.

Unsuccessfully.

 

Though, with a warning set in place, Peace found its way around the Grim Order MC once again, a shifting tide over the past few weeks, but that was how life often presented itself when you're not behaving in line with the Law. Encountering a cocky customer at the Grapeseed Tavern when it had opened, Wheeler chose to deal with him his own way.

 

 

Slowly but surely, Wheeler was being torn to pieces mentally. Putting the Club before himself, doing actions that he'd never thought he'd do again when stepping off that plane on San Andreas' Soil. Yet here he was, carving letters into a man's back, and all that came alongside his new Patch - The Ryan Wilding, Wheeler, Sergeant at Arms. So much for forgiveness.

 

 

Over the following weeks, the Grim Order MC's blessing had been pulled by the State-Dominants, the Vagos, a call-to-war. With a back and forth, Wheeler had been caught outside of the Grapeseed Tavern, shot several times in his torso, left on the asphalt of the road as the Grapeseed Tavern was burned down.

 

Weeks later, Wheeler gasped out, awakening from his comatose state.

 

 

Everything stood still momentarily, the war with the Vagos seemingly on hold, the Tavern being rebuilt, the Club was finding its structure once more - Yet something always had to come along and throw a hammer in the works.

 

 

For a bunch of Off-Duty Cops, they couldn't shoot for shit. Hitting Wheeler's torso, it was as if the man was a bullet-sponge; And the stupidity of the LSSD - They thought the man was a victim of the shooting; Not the opposite.

 

Though in pain, he was still living. It was as he said briefly 'Nobody except myself is going to put me in the ground, word?' Word indeed.

 

Graced once more with the opportunity to have a Prospect, Wheeler swiftly took Berry under his wing after the man had returned from a few month trip elsewhere, across the boarder. Immediately, the two clicked, and Berry brought Wheeler an opportunity for the Club - Drug Trafficking. The final weeks of the Grim Order for Wilding were spent alongside Berry, making these deals, training him up and teaching him as well as a party for the grand opening of the Outlaw's Bar.

 

And in the unknown final days of the Grim Order MC - They take a large step, finally donning the Blaine County patch in replacement of the Grapeseed patch.

 

Whilst that's the end of the Grim Order MC - This is /not/ the end of Ryan 'Wheeler' Wilding.

 

Keep your eyes out, folks. You never know what's around the corner.

 

 

Edited September 28, 2020 by Ryan Wilding

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That Lonesome, Lost Wanderer

The days that followed the ending of the Grim Order MC were the darkest of days for Ryan Wilding. Below are just some of the trials and tribulations the Scotsman had to endure through those days.