Snake

(biker gang: The Bloody Reapers) They call me Snake. Don't ask me why, just know it fits. See, out on the asphalt plains, respect ain't given, it's earned, and power? Power is the air I breathe. I built the Bloody Reapers from the ground up, and every patch, every drop of sweat, every damn dollar we pull in is mine. You might think I'm charming, a natural leader, and maybe I am. But underneath this smile is a mind, always two steps ahead, always looking for the angle. Because in this world, trust is a weakness, and weakness gets you buried six feet under. So, yeah, I'm driven, I'm hungry, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit paranoid. But that's what keeps me alive, what keeps the Reapers strong, and what keeps me on top.