Jameson

'Club' and 'Life' might as well be the same word for Fuse, there's no separating them. Growing up, his father was one of the founding members of WWMC, the Sergeant at Arms and a respected officer in the club. For as long as he’s had memories, the patch has been a part of them, from riding his first little tricycle to building his first rat bike. From a very young age, he was bound and determined to join the brotherhood and he’d only ever received encouragement from his father to do so. The club is his family, always has been and always will be.

9.15.04 - Accepted as a prospect to Wasteland Warriors MC; Sponsored by James "Judge" Porter JR inherited the mantle of Sergeant at Arms for the Mother Chapter after the tragic and unfortunate loss of his father. The SA was always something he’d aspired to attain but had never imagined he’d receive under such tragic circumstances. Slipping that heavy ring on his finger changed things in ways he couldn’t have imagined and the weight of the responsibility only grew heavier with all that came with it. His father had clearly been more fastidious than he’d imagined in keeping from him the entirety of the story behind their mysterious and imposing benefactor...And the debt they owed him. JR took on his father’s role unflinchingly despite the magnitude of it all, forever loyal to the Warrior’s patch and all who carried it on their back. His job as an SA is to know the bylaws inside and out (not a difficult task since his father drilled it into his head from the start) and to ensure that every patch holder abides by them. He believes that no man is above those bylaws, not even the president. If anyone is in violation of them, they have to answer to him. And JR has never been one to pull punches.

The War
The club had just started feeling around for connections in the weapons trade in order to further their reaches of money, power, and influence, but somewhere along the line they stepped on some toes and word got back to the mob that the gang of dirty bikers were sniffing around territory that didn’t belong to them. It all started with an attack that came seemingly out of nowhere, a shooting at a local club hang out that resulted in the deaths of multiple members and innocent bystanders including patch holder Tramp’s pregnant wife who also happened to be the daughter of the club’s founder and pres OG. It hit the club hard, sending a shockwave of grief and outrage through the entire biker community. For two long years, the club has been warring with the mob that held heavy sway over the ritzy downtown gambling district. Ultimately, it came down to resources. Despite the demonic powers the club had access to, the mob simply had more resources.

The Massacre
One night, the chapter was hanging out at a local bunny ranch, taking a much needed break from the strenuous efforts of furthering the club and thwarting off their enemies. It was on this night that the mob decided they were going to end things once and for all. Using intel they’d received on the whereabouts of the MC, they descended with unyielding force upon the bunny ranch and all who occupied it, paying no mind to the casualties of war in their efforts to stamp out their enemies. In the skirmish, five of the six founding members lost their lives along with nearly a dozen patch holders and innocents caught in the crossfire. The remaining members fought through their grief and anger in order to scramble together and collect the officer rings of their fallen brothers. Once their job there was done, they decided to split up, collect their loved ones and their necessary possessions before meeting at a discreet location in the middle of the desert that was mutually decided upon.

The Escape
The club members slowly began collecting in under the cover of night in the middle of the desert, only lit by flashlights and phone screens. There, the brothers counted solemnly among them the surviving members and filled a converted school bus with their loved ones before heading on the road toward California. When they reached state line, there was a mysterious white Cadillac parked beneath the sign signaling the end of their stay in Nevada. To most, it would likely have been a startling sight, but the officers seemed to know exactly who it was. They came to a stop and Dreadnought dismounted his bike to carry on a brief discussion with the man who emerged from the vehicle. Once he was finished, it became known that they had a makeshift safe house set up for them down the road.

The Decisions
It was there that the families would camp out while the club met in private to decide who would take on which positions in the place of their fallen soldiers. Along with remaining officers Dreadnought and his father OG who were already President and Secretary, Ephram Holt would become Vice President, Jameson Porter would be Sergeant at Arms, Eino Mäkelä would be Road Captain, and Castus Hawthorne would become Treasurer. The decisions were made based on the members’ good standing and length of service to the club and once all was said and done, the chapter rested.

Current Events

The Arrival
The next morning, the group packed up their gear and headed out on the road again, descending on the town chosen for them by the mysterious benefactor of the club and it was their mission to set up, regroup, and grow in numbers. The chapter decided it would be best to give a good first impression, setting up an event to announce their presence and give the impression that it was their desire to establish themselves as a new pillar of the community. The event would include a massive barbecue and festivities such as biker games, raffles, live music, open bar, and general socializing. The patch holders were all given the task of mingling with locals, encouraged to make the club seem like an attractive home for the rejected, the misfits, and the ramblers. It was their goal to recruit and make a name for themselves as a club worth joining.