Background

1941-1964: Childhood and early adulthood (till 23 yo) George comes from a rural Kentucky. His early life was simple and not too problematic, despite the years. He was always smart enough to go through education without issues, but not determined enough to go beyond high school. He started a job at a construction company right from school and married not too long after. He had a loving wife and two children, yet it never seemed to keep him home. He was chasing thrills and other women, excuses coming to his lips as naturally as breathing. 1964-1969: Army days (23-28 yo) Early 1964, George was drafted for the army and after basic left to Vietnam as a combat engineer. There he spend more of his time learning Vietnamese than writing down to his family and it showed. He has returned to his marriage in shambles and only after few months of trying to readjust and fix things, he has gone back for his second tour. He has returned to a wife that has already moved on and who has cut him off from their children. During one of their arguments, she has told him that she wished he wouldn't return, that she already had another man. He re-enlisted the very next day, soon going on his third and final tour. He has left the army as E-4 Specialist and a changed man, with his civilian life in ruins and the only solace being the bottom of the bottle. 1970-1973: Meeting the bikers and prospect days (29-32 yo) At first, the bar was just another place to drink his feelings away, but he has noticed things. The bikers going straight to the back or just staying around like bouncers. He kept his head low, trading some drunk jokes and stories with them. After some months, he was offered a job. Why? He didn't ask, nor did he care, but it was a simple cargo transport one, needing just some obedient and expendable muscle. One job turned into another and by early 1971, he was approached by the sergeant at arms himself. He got a simple offer: drink your life away and die doing nothing, or join them as a hang-around. George accepted and actually found it as a stabilising presence in life. He cut down drastically on his drinking, working on quitting completely along with doing all the grunt work for the club. He found himself defusing conflicts among the other hangarounds and even prospects, growing bolder and more confident with each day. He grew so bold that he tried to defuse an outsider getting aggressive with a patched member, but little he knew that the man was a drug lord that was the reason for much of the club's success. It has earned him two beatings, one from the drug lord and another from the sergeant at arms. He took the punishment with humility, eventually getting noticed by the sergeant that vouched for him and made him a prospect. He got only more involved with the club's criminal activities. 1973-1979: Prison time (32-38 yo) It was late 1973 that a drug transport was ambushed by the police. George was the only one that was caught, with clear evidence stacking against him, yet he has refused to say a word to the police. The prosecution was pushing for 20 years, but one of the most expensive lawyers in Louisville decided to take his case pro bono, at least, that what George knew. He managed to turn the jury in George's favour, arguing him being a veteran of multiple tours and how he was left to fend for himself by his country, that just used him and threw him away. Nothing could save him from jail, but 20 years turned into just 5. Prison was a lonely experience for him. He wasn't the biggest or strongest, eating his fair share of shit from the other inmates, with little to no contact from the club or his family. 1980-1990: Getting the patch (39-49 yo) George was lost once more, but his boots led him back to the bar. He didn't expect anything, but he got his patch almost immediately. The old sergeant at arms was a road captain now, with George forming to be an enforcer in the club. The years passed in a routine for George, he barely ever got to see his kids and the club life was a welcome change after years in state prison. But nothing good lasts forever. The drug empire was dismantled by the police and the club fell on bad times thanks to that. 1990-1994: Change of tides (49-52 yo) The club changed, along with the leadership, and turned more violent. It wasn't really to George's liking, but not enough for him to leave yet. As the sergeant at arms' right hand man, George helped with crushing the little competition and the club grew again. After the rifts, the gang got a prisoner of war, but what was happening to him didn't sit well with George, slowly chipping on his resolution to stay. He worked close with the new boss, more as a trusted muscle than an officer position. In January 1994, George watched with horror as the boss turned against his own in a fit of rage. He watched and said nothing, but that was the night he has decided to leave. Time he decided to abandon over 20 years or brotherhood and personal history.