Graves Daniels

## Introduction

Graves Daniels identifies first and foremost as a biker Anything else attached onto him is his reputation preceeding him. He's a loner, does not take kindly to most folk and if you do crack his tough exterior you find out there's nothing inside but the shell of a broken man without cause, without direction, and without an ounce of optimism.

## Biography

Growing up around his father he was raised very aware of the MC lifestyle. Always looking up to the boys in the cut, wearing the patch. Vice City was no place to raise children but not having anywhere to turn and a father that paid the bills but was around only so often to imprint the life of a biker on his young son. Graves was always a confused boy growing up. Never aggressive, just waiting for his chance to get his hands on his own bike, he had a great relationship with his mother, a fantastic dynamic with his sister until one day when he was 20 and his sister 18, he and his sister were kidnapped by triads who were beefing with the Vice City MC Chapter.

Graves and his sister were brutally tortured and brutalized for 3 days in the name of their father. His actions against their group and subsquent hiding left the Triads with no one else to torture. They killed the entirety of the Vice City chapter of The Lost, all except the man at the helm. Jameson was not someone who feared death, but he was a man of honor who respected the patch and knew his death would lead to the end of any standing The Lost has in his city. So he fled to gather reinforcements.

On the Fourth day, Graves knew the Triad patience was wearing thin. He pleaded and begged that if they killed someone it be him, so his sister can have a chance at more time for their father to be found. Unfortunately making it known to the assailants that he opted to die. He was spared.

The Triads dropped Graves' sister Chrissy into a large tanker of oil. Draped her up, and set her ablaze. As Graves watched this unfold the last of his humanity died that morning. He didn't feel anything. No grief. No sadness, no anger, it's as if all of his nerve ending were seared and he was a hollow shell of a young adult male.

As the Triad gangs gawked and guffawed while taunting Graves, three chapters of The Lost MC burst into the hideout. Led by Jameson, The Las Venturas, Liberty City, and Los Santos chapters of The Lost came in guns blazing and shot everything wearing red and black. It was all but too late for Chrissy. Jameson turned to Graves and asked about his daughter. Graves simply pointed, broken, beaten, and numb to everything and forever hoping to exact revenge on his father for being a coward.

That is until one day he was called back to Vice City. Little did he know years later after the heat died down Jameson made an attempt to rebuild the MC. Graves rode into town ready to absolutely lay waste to his father, despite what it would mean for his standing within the club or any future prospect of joining. Upon arriving Graves was notified by law enforcement that his father had washed up on a riverbed. Shot with no known suspects, and no leads.

This is where we currently find Graves. He's a cordial man, he's a humble man. But a broken man. His sister stolen from him. His revenge stolen from him. The identity of a biker that he cannot shake, and absolute disdain for most people. He's trying to move on and find a new home. Make some friends and find some semblance of normalcy within his life. Which is brining him to San Andreas. A nice island far away from the drama of the East Coast, far away from the memories and corpses of the people he once loved. Looking and hoping that this state will offer him a better life and afford him better opportunities to be a better person than his father ever was.