DMW Crew

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This thread is for the Devil's Most Wanted motorcycle club members, prospects, familiars, hang-abouts, tail-biters, and other assorted such people. It's not for main characters (meaning RP focal characters) but rather it's for side characters and NPC's basically.

[DrunkenBuzzsaw]

Excellent idea, Wayne.

And as soon as I think up bio's for Lucky and Xandy, I'll post them. ROFL.

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Nate Korpi bio relocated to Main Roster Page. Stay tuned for some other people to be featured here. What? It's a motorcycle gang...there's a lot of motherfuckers up in this bitch!

[Jet Somers]

It's flattering that you used the bunker situation as a major part of his history. I've got a feeling this roster page is going to be filled with awesome.

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Name: Frank Chaumont (it's pronounced "Sho-Mo")

Area of Responsibility: DMW Prospect

Nickname: "Chimp"

Pic base: Kip "Half-Sack" Epps, a character from Sons of Anarchy.


Appearance: Frank's kind of a small, strawberry blonde kinda dude. He's all adorable and shit so some bitches are all up on his junk. He wears biker stuff, like shirts from Biketoberfest in Daytona Beach, or the Sturgis Rally in South Dakota. He also wears shirts from shops he's worked at, or those of his friends. He frequently wears his DMW Prospect cut, although >\/< usually makes him take it off when they're out and about because he thinks it draws attention. Distressed jeans with wallet chain and motorcycle boots are standard issue for DMW dudes, so of course he wears that shit all the time. Frank is a huge fan of the LSU Tigers and the New Orleans Saints, and actually has a Saints logo tattoo on his shoulder. You know, that fleur d'what the fuck ever it's called. Yeah, that thing. He sometimes wears shirts or jerseys of those lame-ass teams, too. What a cunt he is.

Height: Roughly 5'8" maybe 5'9" or so...I guess, something like that, anyway.

Weight: Probably 180, maybe 190...I dunno, he's not a wrestler so he doesn't get weighed. Stop asking so many goddamn questions.

Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana

Associates: The Devil's Most Wanted motorcycle club.

Fighting Style: Brawler, since he's not at all a wrestler.

Personality: Frank is a nice enough guy, I suppose. He likes the ladies, and likes that the ladies like him. He's quick to a joke, or he'll light up your smoke, but don't ask him to play the goddamn piano. He's a good sport about hazing, but he can occasionally get frustrated at all the pranks and demeaning tasks.

Biography: As a lifelong resident of New Orleans, Frank Chaumont didn't have to look too far once he decided to take his lifelong love of motorcycles to the next logical level. He'd seen DMW brothers all over the place for years, and finally started hanging out with some of them. Eventually, he spent enough time as a "hang about" that he was offered a Prospect cut. Now he's determined to become a fully patched brother, although the way things are going it's gonna be a tough row to hoe. Heh, heh...I said "hoe." Anyway, Frank is a passable mechanic, although nothing special. He's mostly adept at body work, especially paint jobs. He's one of those sensitive artistic types, I guess. Fuck, I'm really starting not to like this son of a bitch.

[DrunkenBuzzsaw]

Name: Alexandra Nicole Burke

DOB:  10/24/1981

Area of Responsibility: Old Lady (Chaos)

Nickname: "Xandy"

Pic base: Danielle Colby-Cushman, from American Pickers.


Entrance Music: "Heaven Knows", by The Pretty Reckless


Appearance: Xandy dresses how she feels.  She can dress like one of the guys, and probably show some of them a thing or two when it comes to doing minor automotive work; she can also dress herself up for special occasions, or just when she wants to feel pretty.  And as you can see, she is also known on the 'burlesque' circuit, as well.  What is also extremely noticeable...Xandy is a fan of tattoos.  A big fan.  And we're a big fan of Xandy's tattoos.

Height: 5'9".

Weight: Did your mother ever tell you that it's not nice to ask a woman about her weight?  Let's just put it this way...she is heavy enough to kick your ass, but light enough to look damn good in that little ensemble in her pic base.

Hometown: Chicago, IL

Associates: Chaos and the rest of the Devil's Most Wanted motorcycle club.

Fighting Style: She'll surprise you.  Don't let the pretty face fool you...she's inner-city Chicago mixed with redneck ass-kicker, with a little bit of a biker fetish thrown in.  She's seen a lot of fighting since she's known Chaos, and she's been able to pick up on a few things inside of a wrestling ring.  Outside of wrestling, she's taken kickboxing, as well as having a few years training in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu.

Personality: Xandy can be as sweet as they come, but she also can be a vindictive cunt if you cross her.  She's always been somewhat sarcastic, but usually tempers it.  She isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in...and when push comes to shove, she will throw down to defend herself, as well as those she cares about.

Biography: Never truly feeling like she fit in with the people of Chicago, Xandy left home at the age of 16.  You know how these things go:  girl meets boy...boy meats girl...girl falls in love...boy sees a chance to get pussy whenever he wants until he finally tires of it...girl is left heartbroken.  Of course she had no way of knowing how things would turn out, on that late October day when the then-15 year old Alexandra Burke met the 19 year old bad boy with the shit-eating smile and bedroom eyes.  

When things went south between Xandy and the man only known as Doug (Doug - kind of a douchey name, in all honesty), she had no money, no job, and no idea what she would do.  She couldn't go back to her parents, that was completely out of the question, as she had left for a reason (those reasons, she has never disclosed, but rumor is that her Dad liked to beat on her and her Mom).  Instead, she worked odd jobs to make a living, eventually renting a one-room 'apartment' (i.e. attic over a garage) from an older couple in the small town of Custer, South Dakota (part of what is referred to as the Black Hills of South Dakota.  Sturgis is also located within the Black Hills).  She didn't have much, but she made the best of it, because she assumed it was all that she would ever have.

And then...Chaos.

She and a few friends decided to go out one evening, and they eventually found their way to a small arena that was holding a wrestling card.  It can't be said that Xandy wasn't a fan of wrestling...she had just never really sat down and watched it.  And she really wasn't all that bothered with it, but she had grown tired of the same old song and dance each weekend, so any deviation from the norm was welcomed.  So there she found herself, thoughts of Christmas wandering through her mind on this late November night, surrounding by nothing but smoke, and obnoxious country 'bumpkins' that all had just a few too many to drink.  And as she was just beginning to count down the final 20 minutes or so, looking forward to the ride home and then a hot shower, something caught her eye.  He was a large man, but very much in shape.  His long blonde hair fit his features perfectly, as he whirled around inside that ring.  As the rest of the crowd booed, she sat at the edge of her seat.  She was smitten.

Chaos and Xandy had a whirlwind romance, dating for a few months before hitting up a one-stop marriage and liquor shop somewhere in Las Vegas.  She enjoyed the travel, and she enjoyed the life of being married to a professional wrestler.  She saw cities that she never dreamed she would see when lying down to sleep in that small apartment that hung over the one-car garage in South Dakota.  Eventually, however, a rift began to grow between Xandy and Chaos.  They still were completely in love with one another, but after Chaos had begun making a name for himself in a company called Global Championship Wrestling (GCW), he suffered a catastrophic injury to his knee, that sidelined him for a little more than a year.  Chaos withdrew from everyone - Cypress, Jez, the rest of the crew that would become the Devil's Most Wanted, but most importantly...from Xandy.  She tried everything that she could think of to help Chaos, but the more she tried, the more reclusive he became emotionally.  Not coming from the most stable home environment herself, Xandy knew only one thing to do:  leave.

And so she left.  She hadn't talked to Chaos about it beforehand...hell, she didn't even leave a note.  What she did, was pack up her essentials and a few other items (mostly pictures of her and Chaos), and she left town.  She left no forwarding address, and no contact information.  She was 'in the wind'...even though she hurt because of it.

Not a whole lot is known about Xandy's life after she left Chaos.  All that is known is that she moved somewhere in Louisiana, and had begun to participate in burlesque shows under an assumed name.  No matter what she accomplished during this time, and no matter how much she tried, she could never get Chaos out of her mind.  She planned to do the best that she could, for as long as she could, and would cry herself to sleep at night...resigning herself to the fact that she would never again see the man that had captured her heart all those years ago.

And then...WRESTLESTOCK.  

And since that night, when she watched as the man that she had loved with all of her heart since the age of 18 was nearly blown to pieces by the two metrosexuals wearing body armor, she knew where her heart lie.  She knew where she needed to be.  And she knew who she needed to be with.

Chaos and Xandy - the story continues.

[DrunkenBuzzsaw]

Pic base: Kenny Johnson, from The Shield and Sons of Anarchy.



Appearance: Typical Devil's Most Wanted attire: black boots, jeans, t-shirt, DMW cut. This is what he wears when he's in the clubhouse...when he's in the arena...when he's grocery shopping...and when he's sexing-up tailbiters (ok, so maybe he doesn't keep all of that on while making the hippity-dippity).


Name: Michael Andrew Durden


Nickname: "Lucky"


Area of Responsibility: Currently DMW patched member, New Orleans Chapter; formerly Sergeant-at-Arms for DMW Appalachian Originals Chapter, under Chaos' leadership (Lucky's allegiance lies with Chaos; where Chaos goes, Lucky follows).


Height: 6'4.5".


Weight: 265


DOB: 12/10/1976


Alignment:  Neutral


Hometown: Clearbrook, VA


Currently Residing: New Orleans, Louisiana


Associates: Chaos and the rest of the Devil's Most Wanted Motorcycle Club.


Entrance Music: "Zwitter", by Rammstein



Entrance:  The sound of a revving motorcycle permeates throughout the arena, and then "Zwitter", by Rammstein, begins blaring across the loudspeakers. Lucky steps out onto the entrance way, as the crowd gives him a positive reaction. Some fans yell out his name, while others ask him how Chaos is doing.  He doesn't pay them much attention though, preferring to focus solely on the ring, as he begins making his way down the ramp. Using the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron, he steps through the top and middle ropes, and enters the ring.  He silently awaits the start of the match.  


Fighting Style:  Lucky is a flat-out brawler. Before UGWC, he had never participated in a wrestling match. The only fighting he had ever really done was bar-room brawls.


Move Set:  
1.  Punches
2.  Kicks
3.  Bodyslam
4.  Big Boot
5.  Knee lifts
6.  Clotheslines
7.  Uppercuts (Not European though, because... you know... not really a wrestler)
8.  Headbutt
9.  Raking faces across the top rope
10.  Spinebuster


Set-Up Moves:
Join the Club (Brainbuster)


Finishing Moves:
Primary:  Luck's Run Out (Tombstone Piledriver)


Secondary:  None


Personality: Lucky is more reserved than those that he surrounds himself with.  He's more of a 'silent assassin', as opposed to people like Chaos.  Whereas Chaos will talk shit before punching you in the mouth, Lucky will just punch you in the mouth.  When around people that he knows, he will occasionally let loose, but around those he doesn't know or trust, he spends a lot more time taking note of the situation and assessing possible threats, speaking only when spoken to, and giving short answers to outsiders.


Biography: Born just a few miles east of the West Virginia state line - and as such, growing up less than ten miles away from each other, Lucky met Chaos when they were teens, the byproduct of a Junior High School football game, that saw both of them play like they were men against boys.  They both carried their teams on their shoulders, and by the end of the day, a mutual respect had started to develop between them.  As they started hanging out, that respect turned into a friendship.  For a time, when you saw Lucky, you knew Chaos was nearby...and when you saw Chaos, you knew that Lucky wasn't far behind.  Lucky was Chaos' family.  The only problem was, Lucky was a couple of years older than Chaos.  And that led to the circumstances that turned out to be the start of Chaos' wrestling career.

Lucky decided to join the military, settling on the Army.  He did as he was told, and he did it well.  He rose through the ranks, and eventually became an Explosive Ordnance Disposal Officer, leading a team of individuals trained in the art of disarming IED's during war time.  It was at this time that he earned the nickname of Lucky because, each man that he oversaw made their ways home to their families. Unheard of in that profession.  

While Lucky was busy defending America's freedom, Chaos was busy making a name for himself in the wrestling industry.  Lucky's tour ended, and after seeing how some things were done in the service and not being a fan of it, he did not re-up.  Instead, he returned home to Clearbrook.  It was around this time that Chaos was finally healing from his knee injury, but also trying to get through Xandy leaving him.  Where Cypress and the rest of the DMW were unable to snap Chaos out of his funk...Lucky slowly did.  It took a while, but eventually Chaos got back to his old self.  By this time, he had become a member of the DMW, and naturally wanted Lucky in, too.  And once Chaos got his very own chapter, Lucky was the first person other than Chaos to sport a DMW cut.

They've been brothers ever since.

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Absolutely AWESOME pic base for Xandy! That chick is the only reason to watch that show, unless you're into a couple guys jerking each other off while they drive around the country ripping off hoarders.

[DrunkenBuzzsaw]

Oct 10, 2013 15:41:06 GMT -5 >V< said:

Absolutely AWESOME pic base for Xandy! That chick is the only reason to watch that show, unless you're into a couple guys jerking each other off while they drive around the country ripping off hoarders.

Thank you. And I agree.

[Harley Addams]

Oh, my. First post I come to, and its about Mom's. How nice. You boys and gals have such fun names. I hope those aren't your christian names. That would be fun to have the pastor call you kids up on Sunday. "Nate, Cypress, Chaos, Lucky, Xandy, and Frank would you be so kind to start us off in a hymn". That would be soo fantastic, I tell ya. Would you kids care for some refreshments? I have fresh baked cookies, the recipe came from my great Aunt Helen. She had the gout, ya know. Something terrible, gout. And I have fresh squeezed lemonade and mint from the garden? Don't you worry, it came from my garden not that nasty Edna from next door. The mint, that is.

[Who Am I?]

It's not me. I promise you guys, that bitch ain't me.

[T-Robosaurus Rex]

Oct 15, 2013 9:59:57 GMT -5 Who Am I? said:

It's not me. I promise you guys, that bitch ain't me.

This made laugh loud.

[Eden Morgan]

Hmm >.>

[Harley Addams]

Oct 15, 2013 9:59:57 GMT -5 Who Am I? said:

It's not me. I promise you guys, that bitch ain't me.

*shoves an oversized, dried out cookie into his mouth*

Now I don't carry soap around with me, so this will just have to do Mr. Stein!

[Who Am I?]

Nope, nope nope nope. Not me.