Lennie Prosper

*"Your never too young, or too old, to race cars"*

Never without his toolbag

Despite growing up in an affluent family, due to his dad's speciality in working 'the spanners' on the high end automobiles(for that period) Lennie never felt too important to put in a days hard work. This was a credit to his father's influence in life. He spent much of his childhood in his dad's garage, watching, helping and absorbing everything possible to do with motor-vehicles. From a **very** young age, Lennie got involved in the motor-vehicle racing scene. Earning a fantastic living. Until life started to take a turn for the worse.

After a feud with his own mother caused a rift in the family, Lennie was shown the door. Taking his winnings, he hit the nearest casino as a way to releive stress. This proved to be a mistake, with a gambling addiction creeping into his mindset. The bank balance took a hit as much as his confidence did. He decided to join the forces in order to turn things around. For a while, the forces gave him that sense of family again, his bond with his brothers-in-arms created a warmth in him that no one could understand.

Unfortunately that bond was demolished in an ambush on active duty. Scarred from being the sole survivor - Lennie sought leave as soon as he could from the military. The military agreed to giving Lennie an honourable discharge for his service and valour in the face of adversity.

Upon reaching civvie street. he found it hard to make friends due to his inner battles. He struggled to make friends by often sounding harsh and on edge when in social situations. He always felt the butt of jokes due to social awkwardness and a stutter he'd developed.

This wasn't aided by the fact his own demon's often skewed his version of reality leading to the creation of a rift between himself the only person that he still cared for, his father.

His only solace, solitude, the wilderness and bush craft. Lennie spent years wandering and exploring the wilds of San Andreas. Often spending weeks at a time hiking Mt. Chilliad and the Chianski mountain range taking in the sights, the sounds and the raw danger of wild living. At least out in the wild, he wouldn't be mocked for the stutter he developed.

## Interests/ Likes:

* Anything with a motor
* Music from the 40's
* Hiking
* Evading the "*fackin' pigs"*
* Motor Racing

## Dislikes:

* His mother
* 'Pigs'
* Crowded spaces
* His demon (known as Dillion)

## In Solis:

Age has started to take it's toll recently. Despite knowing near enough every inch of the San Andreas wilderness, Lennie started to find his judgement and sense of direction impaired. This has lead to him getting lost on numerous occasions only to be rescued by the people he dislikes most in the city, the PD.

Due to these issues Lennie planned to take a step away from the wandering life, he settled down and decided it was time to focus on using his hands for a living.

Out of fear of getting lost again, Lennie spends most of his time at work... or at least that's what he'd have the law enforcement believe.

These day's Lennie's quality of sleep seems to be getting far worse. Often have little to no sleep, he find's himself burning the candle at both ends. Dillion also seems to be having more of an influence nowadays.

Dealing with 'Dillion' leads Lennie to the occasional blackout and short term memory loss.

Lennie has managed to become part of a small friend group that see him for the guy he is underneath the exterior.

On 19/08/22, at the age of 65, Lennie was taken hostage by a group attempting to rob the Paleto Bay Bank. The crew bargained Lennie's life for safe passage in order to escape the Police's grasp. This was the first time he felt truly **alive** for a long time.