Ronald Bowen

Ronald Bowen is character role-played by Mechomancer

## **Biography**

Ronald Bowen

10-02-1976

A biker type came to the city after a scuffed deal with his old biker buddies they faked his death drugged him and put him on a bus to be delivered out of harms way. he's the brother of MC's Prez. Hammer aka David Bowen ordered his Sgt of arms to deal with his little brother after a rival biker MC put a price on his head for accidentally killing one of there members in an accident. He was tried and found not guilty of 1st degree manslaughter but the rival MC doesn't see it that way they hunt him still.

Loves hogs and HD choppers and metrics alike. rockets and anything with two wheels he can get stupid on not afraid to ride moped or scoot if modified to go fast or is painted to look good.

Not prone to use a gun more likely to beat someone with a bat blunt weapon Knife brass knuckles. cant shoot worth shit!!

not that open with folks but tries to be polite. if someone trusts him openly he is loyal until the first sign of deceit then all bets are off. He has fits of rage when pushed to the limits and may black out and not remember anything more likely for this to happen after he has been drinking. makes it a point to avoid drinking but doing other drugs makes him more likely to drink socially.

## The Story of the Golden Ring

Ron drift off to sleep as quickly and swiftly as any other busy night. But as usual the smallest of sound could quickly wake him. Buck, his best friend and business partner shared a flat together in Vinewood. Buck or "Butcher" he often called him might slip a boot off and it would clunk down to the floor snapping Ronald back to alert consciousness like lightning from a storm had hit him. This time however his thoughts were far from the surface in fact stuck in a time so many years ago.

He relived those moments so vividly and her last words to him haunt him even today, ripping the mask from the monster inside so abruptly it struck out from him fierce as a lion powerful..intense rage so overwhelming. Torque Wrench they called him. If there was bolts needed twisting or nuts needed breaking, he was the man that got the job. No lube needed when he could sheer 3 inch diameter bolts off a Russian sub in the pacific ocean with just a look in it's direction from shore. He'd earned that reputation and the bikers respected him, some feared him.

She turned to him seeing his face in the window of the door to emergency surgery and reached for him as far as she could past the doctors. He was being held back by 4 large men two officers and two orderlies. She only mouthed those last words, but it was as if he could hear her voice cold and desperate. She mouthed "She was never his daughter..Never his baby!!"

The dull sound of the heart monitors where still toning from the other room when she said this. Her Daughter next door in the other room had already been pronounced dead 5 minutes before, and now her mother covered in 3rd degree burns and two gunshot wounds to the gut. She had fought for her life after being shot, then set ablaze to burn to death just to tell him something he had always suspected. To tell him the truth now after so many years of denial. Watching his Own brother treat her and their princess so horribly, only for them both to die like cannon fodder in a war he started. To be so arrogant as to think they would never be used against him.

He walked by his brother pouring on the show in front of the media Glancing like a snake to him as he showed Them how "distraught" he was. It would have made him sick to his stomach had she never told him, but now that he knew for sure there was no sickness. He smiled and nodded back before the media took notice of this exchange. The cold stare Ron returned to his brother as he looked away to continue his "Show" to the media would have betrayed him for sure.

A few hours later he returned when it was time to positively ID the young 16 year old girl found with Ms. Katrina Bowen. He looked right at her with the coldest expression. He examined her face closely as the official spoke to him. She had a single pink small braid coming from her platinum blond hair. she had always had at least one single braid colored pink that she would sometimes use to tie her hair back for cheer practice. He reached for it and held it for a moment before his eyes moved to her neck and he could see the marks left by the device used to cruelly end her life. Like a strike from a cobra he snatched his blade from his belt and only slowed his motion to delicately cut the pink braid from the rest of her now blood soaked hair. With it came a small gold ring engraved "Maria" that was carefully woven into the braid. It was a gift he'd given her for her last birthday. As he stowed the knife back in his belt the other hand moved to pocket the small remnant of her life to the inside pocket of his leather coat. He gave a look to the medical examiner waiting for him to object.

"I belive that is from what is commonly known as a garrote, Commonly used for ex..ACK.."Ronald snatched him up by his neck with a large hand and hung him feet dangling from the closest door frame. He muttered one word not as a question but a demonic command. "PRINTS!!"

There was nothing but a grunt from the man as he struggled to shake his head, they had nothing, no prints no murder weapon no idea that the very man who caused all of this was now having a drink with the boyz at the clubhouse. Some new oblivious woman sitting in his lap ready to claim him in all of his wolfish glory.He let the man down slowly as if in one motion pulled his firearm with his other hand sticking the whole blunt tip of it in his mouth as his feet touched the ground he let go of the mans neck in the other. "And if you do find even a partial print and you generate a list of names ,I get them before the authorities do RIGHT?" The man tried to say the words yes sir but it came out as if, well someone had a gun in his mouth. Ronald Slowly relaxed as he pulled the pistol from the mans mouth and smiled as if pleased with his answer. A reaper would have run from the room had he seen the Evil things Ronald had planned for the man or men that did this to his little princess. That next day was spent hustling product with Buck. They had just left Pink's new bakery and she had sent them both off with a coffee and cupcake each. Ron was rather close to her despite her involvement with Matt who was second hand to the mafia boss in the city. She had dark eyes and a warm tan, Her bright pink hair tied back today in a bun while she had been baking. She insisted Both of them take a snack and drink before leaving hugging them both but giving a soft peck on the cheek to Ron. Buck grinned and shook his head. Ronald walked casually back to the truck parked at the resort just off Ocean highway.  It was getting late and the night crowd was bustling and buying coke like there was no tomorrow. Best not to burn em all out save some to come back tomorrow. Buck had a grin on his face and asked simply and coyly as they returned to his Guardian."So when are you going to tell her?" Buck stopped at the front of the truck and tightened his gloves on hs hands for a moment a sly smile on hs face. He couldn't deny he'd been taking brief moments to look at her beutiful form himself. She walked like an angel on clouds in those high heels. Sway of her arms as she commanded the world around her was intoxicating. Ron turned his one glass eye to him. The red crystal formation that his glass eye was blown around looked more like flames glinting in the mercury lights from above the parking lot.. "Tell who and What?" Buck Grinned with a heads up motion and simply replied "Well Pinky, That you love her..I can see it's bothering you." Ronald shook his head and climbed into the Large guardian easily and fired it up. It wasn't untill Buck had climbed in and shut the door that he turned down the music that Ron replied turning both eyes to his friend now that cold look returning to his face. "It's not that i Love her Butcher.. Its knowing that loosing someone like that could kill me forever.. She reminds me of my daughter.."

Her mothers words screamed in his head as the remnants of last nights dream flashed before his mind's eye again. All he could do was shutter and grip the steering wheel as he pulled from the lot truck roaring to life. They remained silent untill they reached legion parking lot. Not another word was passed between them on the subject for the rest of the night.

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