The Biography of Rico Evans

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Background & Details

Name: Rico David Evans

Date of Birth: October 31st 1990

Nationality: Norwegian

Height: 6'5 FT

Weight: 191 Pounds

Build: Athletic and Muscular

Eye Color: Brown with green flecks

Hair Color: Black with red highlights

Hairstyle: Long at the top with shaved sides

Voice: Deep with a slight Norweigan Accent 

Skin Tone: White

Blood Relations: Nadia Evans - Mother (Deceased 2020), Mathias Evans - Father (Deceased 2011), Dexter Evans - Brother (alive), Nari Evans - Daughter (alive).

Personality and Characteristics: Always tries to come across as friendly, and willing to help anyone out who needs it. However, can have a temper from time to time when someone threatens those close to him or shows disrespect. Incredibly protective of his family and friends, willing to do anything and everything in order to ensure they are safe.

Scars: Bullet wound scars on both shoulders and one on the stomach, jagged scar across stomach from knife injury, scar vertically on the right wrist and several small scars along abdomen from surgeries. Cigarette burn scars on arms mostly covered up with tattoos. Scar on the back of the head from fractured skull.

Tattoos: Rico would be heavily inked with tattoos that all have a meaning. Several tattoos would be covering scar tissue, with a large memorial tattoo on his right arm in memory of his best friend Simon Jepp. Some tattoos would have clearly been done in prison with a makeshift tattoo gun.

Mental Health: Suffers from PTSD - Non Violent.

Health issues: Currently has a pacemaker and recently received a Kidney transplant. Suffers from Alpha-1-antitrypsin deficiency.

Clothing: Mostly wears his Vikings MC kutte or a jacket that has his MC patches on. Only wears suits for business purposes or special events. Can be seen wearing loose clothing when hanging out with friends or at casual events that aren’t club related.

Favorite places: Vinewood Cemetery (( Simon Jepp’s grave )), Vikings MC Clubhouse, Two Hoots Falls.

Memorabilia: Wolf ring on the ring finger on his left hand with some of his father’s ashes inside, silver chain with a cross hanging from it that has initials SJ in the middle. Wallet would have several personal photos including black and white photos of Rico and his best friend Jepp in Prison.

Talents/skills: Writing music, playing guitar and piano. Self-taught mechanic mainly on motorbikes but can do simple work on cars.

Music: Enjoys listening to mainly Rock music, heavy metal, or drum and bass. Enjoys going to raves.

Personal Views and beliefs:

Fears: Returning to Prison or being restrained, having head under water for a long period of time, drowning.

Religion: Rico follows Norse Paganism having been brought up with it from childhood. The main basis of the religion that he abides to is ensuring he honours his ancestors in any way possible.

Alcohol: Started drinking from age 13, prefers drinking whiskey, Rum and any spirits. Enjoys creating his own cocktails when behind a bar.

Drugs: Ex cocaine addict having started from age 17 but has been clean since 6th August 2020. Smokes the occasional joint but mainly keeps to cigarettes and alcohol.

Gangs: Has had a lot of bad experiences with gangs from his time in Prison specifically from The Black Guerrilla Family, and Yakuza. Currently has strong connections with the Aryan Brotherhood and often does work for them due to an ongoing life debt, however, doesn’t agree with their racist beliefs. 

Murder: Knows that sometimes you need to act in order to prevent further harm to those who are deemed innocent, and therefore will often take action without a thought if family or friends are in danger. Has taken several lives but remembers each every single one of them, often haunted by the memories.

Criminals: Although an ex-felon himself and often dealing in firearms and narcotics, Rico believes that those who aren’t in the life of crime should be protected at all costs unless they themselves endanger him or those around him. However, Rico holds a firm rule regarding snitching as he sees it as a threat to the club he runs and will often seek out retribution on those who betray the club or him. 

Police: Rico learnt from a young age that those in uniform should never be trusted, however, he will often get on with those in blue for personal gain.

Vikings Motorcycle Club: Rico has been President of the Vikings MC since December 26th 2019, watching it grow and develop into something a lot bigger than just a club that rides motorbikes. Rico’s aim with the club is to help protect the community that surrounds it, being the voice for those who are unable to speak up or protect themselves. The club has a large operation in firearms and narcotics, however, they ensure that they have full control on who gets their hands on the product, and how it is used. Part of protecting the community means that the club often finds itself in the midst of gang troubles due to stepping in when members of the community are consistently robbed or attacked.

 

 

This thread is the biography of the life of Rico Evans, due to how expansive his background is, the story will be added to in multiple posts on this thread to make it easier to read. Rico is perhaps my most developed character up to date, with several flaws that make him incredibly enjoyable to portray.  Once his background has been fully written down it will continue to be updated with current happenings in his life or big events that happen (Hopefully not all of it will be him ending up in Hospital!)

 

 

Edited December 8, 2020 by Vubstersmurf

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Home life and growing up

 

All the time I was being beaten, I thought, "I'm not going to be fourteen forever, I need to grow up."

 

Rico Evans has shot and stabbed and punched and clubbed more of his fellow human beings than he can remember. It would be easy to conclude that he fell into a hard life. That would be wrong. As Rico tells it, he didn’t fall into violence; violence is where his life began.

Rico recalls a time when he was about ten, and his Mom had gone on yet another drunken rampage. This time, Rico’s mother held a knife, threatening him after he had found her in bed with another man whilst his father was away for work. “I was screaming at her to kill me. It wasn’t because I wanted to die - I just wanted it to stop. I loved her but I just wanted it all to end. Maybe if she killed me she would be locked away and my brother would be safe from her. Then all the violence and beatings would stop.”

Rico’s father, Mathias Evans, was the youngest boy in a family of eight children, who were close in their own way. He was just nineteen when he enlisted in the armed forces, and his military records say he was motivated by “sense of duty.” Mathias served just four years before being discharged based on medical grounds after breaking his ankle severely. 

During his time in the armed forces, Mathias travelled to the states and met his future wife Nadia, a Russian Nurse who had moved to America as a young girl with her Father. 

The two soon got married, with Nadia moving permanently to Norway to work on the family farm that had been passed down through the Evans family whilst Mathias started up his own metalwork shop.

Rico likes to joke that he was born “right beside my mother”. The point of this joke is that they didn’t really seem connected like Mother and child right from the start. If his mother hugged him and said she loved him on the day of his birth, it was perhaps the last time she did so. “My mother never in her life said ‘I love you’ to me. I was unexpected and see as another mouth to feed that they couldn’t afford.”

Rico grew up with a younger brother: Dexter who was two years younger, who despite their age difference were inseparable, with Rico practically bringing up his brother by himself due to his mother finding solace in a bottle instead whilst their Father worked. For Rico his brother was the reason to keep going, often shielding him from the violence at home and doing what he could to try to give Dexter a normal life as much as possible. 

At age twelve, Rico discovered his brother had been running into difficulty at school with a group of kids who started lashing out at Dexter. Rico declared his personal war on bullies. “You’ve got to stop it before it starts. I’d stare at them knowing they’d eventually have to go, ‘What the fuck are you staring at?’ I’d go, ‘You.’ I’d know they were bullies just by watching them.”

Soon Rico found himself in trouble after lashing out at a particular kid who he caught pushing his brother into some lockers, resulting in Rico being kicked out of the school and facing a severe punishment from his Mother when he got home.

After the beating, he was told he didn’t deserve an education and was to work on the family farm bringing in food, alongside his Father’s metal shop until late into the night to try bring in some spare money. 

 

“You deal with what you’re dealt with in life. People who grow up like I grew up, you don’t realise there is any other option. It’s all if, if, if. It would have been nice to have a more loving family. I envy people - not to the point that I’m depressed- that are brought up with a loving family.”

 

Rico’s father Mathias always sought for the comradeship he had when he was in the armed forces, eventually meeting up with members of the Bandidos in their area, soon becoming a patched member, spending more time at their clubhouse than with his own family. 

Yet the moments he did spend with his sons, he took them to the clubhouse to meet his patched brothers, sharing stories with them and teaching them in his own words, how to be a man.

Rico doted on his father, wanting to be just like him in every way including following him into the Biker lifestyle. At age 13 Mathias started taking Rico to events ran by the MC, getting him to serve alcohol to members attending and then clean up the mess left by the crew afterwards. Even though it was work, Rico loved being around the members, listening to their stories and thinking he was treated as part of the club. The bikers oozed an aura of freedom and power, and of rich lives that lived outside of society’s rules, which had done nothing to benefit the teenaged Rico. Something about seeing the bikers cruising past him seemed all-powerful as if they could tell death itself to fuck off, like old-time circus performers who could stick their heads into the mouths of lions and pull them out again, smiling, without a trace of fear.

 

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“The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.” 

 

Rico was fourteen when he took part in his first murder, being thrust into the life with no return as his father tried to teach him what it meant to look after those who can’t look after themselves and in his own words ‘Be a man’. The person Rico was forced to take the life of was a 50 year old male, who had been found committing horrendous crimes too explicit to write on paper against children in the community. After handing Rico a firearm, his father ordered him to shoot the man in front of five other patched members of the MC, explaining to him that once he had, Rico would go down in the club’s history and confirm his place in the club once he was old enough to wear a patch.

 

Even years later, Rico will always recall that night with his hands shaking as his finger coiled around the trigger of the gun, firing three times at the man, hitting him twice in the chest and once in the stomach. The gasps the male did for air as he laid on the tarmac whilst he bled out from his wounds. Yet it wasn’t the noises that disturbed Rico the most, it was the moment when he realised that after pressing the trigger there was no going back. That killing this man meant he had secured himself into a path of further violence and that the world wasn’t a forgiving place. It was messy, and even after several other times Rico has had to take a life, the ghosts of that night will follow him forever.

 

From that moment on, Rico found himself more accepted around the club and started learning how to work on bikes and doing odd mechanic jobs for the bikers when needed. There were never enough hours in the day, as he struggled to balance working at the family farm,alongside his father’s metal work shop and helping out around the clubhouse when called upon. However, the one thing Rico always found time for was his brother, helping him with life at home best he could whilst trying to avoid his Mother’s alcoholic rampages where possible. For Rico, the more his mother targeted him the less she targeted his brother, therefore he tried to put himself in her way whenever he could in order to shield his brother from the violence. 

 

When Rico was Sixteen his family moved to Larkspur, California after his Father who had gotten into some trouble with another group of Bikers, came to the realisation that relocating his family was the only option he had to keep everyone safe. Thanks to some old contacts and friends of his Mother’s, the family managed to move quite swiftly with no questions asked. Instead of joining another Chapter of Bandidos, Mathias chose to create his own MC after getting the blessing from other chapters within the area. Deciding that Rico was old enough to understand the basics of being a member of the MC, Mathias gifted Rico his first Kutte alongside the Prospect patch. Mathias had the idea of teaching his son how to lead an MC in the long run so that when it was time to step down his son could take over.

 

Yet, Rico clearly struggled to get used to life in California, not being able to speak English properly alongside not having the ability to read or write due to dropping out of education at a young age. Whilst his brother continued school and getting on with life, Rico spent every possible minute at the clubhouse, trying to learn as much as he could about life as a member of the MC as well as teaching himself mechanics to pass the time. In his eyes the more time he spent out of the house, the less tension there would be at home, meaning his Brother could get on with his own life without the fear of yet more violence from their Mother.

 

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Unfortunately, as the MC continued to grow in their narcotics operations, Mathias became more determined than ever for his son to take over once he had decided his time had finished. He spent every minute organising bigger hits with Rico to try to convince his son that this life was the only life for him, handing him more responsibility during each run and teaching Rico how to become emotionally detached when handling business. The two of them grew in confidence as they began to make plans to target a rival group in Marin County, looking at ways to expand their firearms operation statewide.

However, power brings enemies and those who wish to get ahead of those above them. This was especially true with members of the club who had grown bitter over their President’s preferential treatment of his son. In their eyes the Vice President of the club Jackson Little deserved the President patch, and therefore began plotting to remove Rico from the equation to bring Mathias to the realisation that his son was a liability from the start. The situation itself wasn’t helped by the fact Rico had fallen into substance abuse, using Cocaine to help deal with escaping from the stresses of real life, spending most of his time partying where possible and spending the night with women he never remembered the name of. For Rico drugs and alcohol was his life aside from his brother, and it would one day be his downfall.

 

In January 2008, Rico got asked to take part in a job that involved raiding a Jewelry store for several expensive necklaces that they could then sell off for more cash to fund their operations. The group selected were made up of two other members of the MC, with the idea that the raid would be finished before the Police were even called. “Get in, show them you aren’t one to be fucked with and then get the fuck out with the necklaces.”

That same night, Rico bundled himself into the tinted black van with the other two members of the team. His heart pounding from a mixture of adrenaline and the line of cocaine he had just taken in the bathroom of the clubhouse. This is what he lived for, the rush of a job and the rush of the white powder hitting his body, the only thing coming close to it was sharing the bed with a random woman who Rico forgot the name of the next day.

The rest of the night was a complete blur to Rico, years later his mind trying to mentally block himself from relieving one of the worst moments of his life. All he can remember is the fact that the night ended up with several women screaming as gunshots rang out, before he was surrounded by members of the Police Department, their hands resting on their duty belts as they circled him like a wounded animal. The rest of his group quickly scattered, leaving him behind to fend for himself. Rico soon dropped the gun realising there was no escape, he didn’t want to hurt anyone. 

Yet as soon as the first Officer touched Rico, he exploded trying to knock them out of the way as they continued to come at him. Eventually the mace stung his eyes as each Cop dove for a limb, with Rico being unable to feel the batons as they smacked into him. He bit, punched and kicked, losing his breath as the steel locked his wrists together, his cheek grinding into the loose gravel on the ground. Rico was soon wrestled into a patrol car, gooey blood matted in his hair; dirt and pebbles embedded in his face with his clothes torn. People hounded the car outside, staring at the patched member of Bandidos being slung into a cruiser with no care for his safety, the cops clearly pissed by him fighting back.

Suddenly Rico felt the handcuffs lock around his neck, “Take ‘em off! Take ‘em off! Take ‘em off or you’re gonna have a fight on your hands.” The cops looked on in confusement, watching Rico try to grapple the invisible handcuffs on his neck before slumping down into the seat, staring at the metal around his wrists.

 

Dazed and lost beyond Rico’s worst acid trip, he crumbled when the Officers stood him up inside the jail after immediately transporting him there for processing. Locking him in a bare jail cell as they continued to talk in hushed tones, somewhat excited at the prospect of catching one of the members of the club that had continued to cause them no end of issues in the county. Inside the Jail Rico was rushed through processing, being explained that his court date was set for the weekend but would be behind closed doors due to him being part of the club and therefore having a potential risk of being targeted. For Rico he couldn’t have cared less, dead or alive his life was pretty much over, haven't not heard from his family, whilst hoping more than anything that his brother was keeping himself to himself in order not to face the wrath of their Mother when she found out.

 

The incident and arrest itself was kept mostly out of the Media, with the reporters only stating that there had been a failed armed robbery with two unknown suspects currently on the run. The scarce details was exactly what the Officers who were dealing with the case had, with Rico refusing to give any further information that could potentially indicate who else was involved. The Officers explained that they had already been tipped off about the hit and that Rico must have been betrayed by someone close to him who knew about the raid. Rico however, stuck by his loyalty for the club despite being tormented by the thought of being betrayed by those he considered to be his brothers.

 

The court date soon arrived, with Rico taken to the courthouse in secret with a towel wrapped around his head in order to conceal his identity from the press outside on the steps. Rico had been assigned an attorney by the state, having not received any help from the club who had more or less abandoned him by now. The only communication he had from the outside world was the one phone call he had been allowed to have where he continuously apologised to his brother, promising him he was most likely only going to get a couple of years for the incident according to his attorney.

 

Unfortunately for Rico, the judge threw the book at him, sentencing him to Seven years at San Quentin for aggravated armed robbery, stating that he faced a harsher punishment due to his violent tendencies that were shown during the arrest as well as taking into account the victim statements of those in the store who had witnessed the incident. Several members of the public portrayed Rico as a ruthless individual who had threatened to kill everyone and their families if they spoke out against him, using the gun as a way to scare them even further. All of this was completely untrue, in reality Rico had said hardly anything in the store, freezing as he saw a young family inside. Instead he just aimed the gun slightly away from the staff in the store, choosing for the other two members with him to talk inside. What Rico, his attorney and his family failed to realise was that members of the club had visited those at the store, either paying them off to give false statements or explaining that if they didn’t state what the club wanted the court to hear, then they would be executed shortly after. The idea was the longer Rico was out of the picture, the less backup Mathias had and the bigger chance they had of removing Rico’s Father from the club presidency.  With no one to back Rico’s story up, and the jury choosing to believe the witnesses instead, Rico was faced with seven long years in one of America’s most notorious prisons.

 

Rico spent that night in a steel meshed cell, awaiting transfer to the prison. He was stunned that one night could go so horrendously wrong and had no clue what he was going to experience in one of the most notorious prisons in the states.

 

“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.”

Edited January 5 by Vubstersmurf