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Our faction's main objective is to depict an authentic one-percenter motorcycle club, with a strong focus on individual character growth and fostering rich, immersive lore. We expect our members to maintain a high standard of roleplay and to familiarize themselves with the one-percenter culture before joining. If reliable resources are difficult to find, we’re more than happy to assist with character creation and provide materials to help players accurately portray a motorcycle club member. We recognize that real-life responsibilities such as work and family always take precedence over roleplay. While some may not fully grasp this, rest assured that joining our faction does not require you to be active every night of the week. Once you enter the prospecting phase, we reserve the right to issue a character kill if there is valid justification. However, this is always considered a last resort rather than a first option. For any questions or concerns, feel free to reach out to @SPACEFUNK & @West$ider via the forums or in Discord.

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No Debts

No Debts

go far nigga Tiny!

It's okay cuh, it's okay y'all damu bomies gon get his AHH lackin cuh ain't worry crip

War Time Is Not Easy / Bren's On The Last Call

War Time Is Not Easy / Bren's On The Last Call

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DeShawn Knox was born the only child of Marcus Knox, a disciplined former U.S. Navy sailor, and Angela Knox, a warm-hearted woman who kept their small family grounded. Growing up, DeShawn was close to his mother, and her passing when he was just fifteen shattered the little stability he had left. His father, still carrying the weight of his military past, decided they needed a change of scenery to heal. That’s when they left their old home behind and moved to Idlewood. Idlewood was no easy place for an outsider. At first, DeShawn kept to himself—quiet, watchful, and weighed down by loss. That’s when he crossed paths with the Harlows, one of the most recognized gangs in town. The Harlows ran the streets with sharp rules and sharper reputations. Unlike others who overlooked him, they noticed the quiet kid with a soldier’s posture and a survivor’s eyes. At sixteen, before he had any real ties to the Harlows, DeShawn started hustling shoes on the block—some clean, some knock-offs, whatever he could move. It wasn’t just about sneakers; it was about proving he could make something out of nothing. He learned how to talk, how to deal, and how to hold his ground when others tried to push in on his hustle. Those lessons didn’t just keep him afloat—they got the Harlows’ attention. One deal led to another, and soon DeShawn’s shoe hustle shifted toward moving dope. It was riskier, heavier, but it paid and, more importantly, it proved he wasn’t afraid to step into the fire. By seventeen, he wasn’t just some kid on the corner anymore—he had shown loyalty, smarts, and heart. That’s when the Harlows gave him his stripes, marking him as one of their own. Along with the stripes came a new name: “Tiny Redeyes.” On the surface, it nodded to his small frame and the sharp, restless look in his eyes. But deeper down, it meant he was no longer just DeShawn Knox—he was a member of the Harlow Bloods. From that day forward, Tiny Redeyes wasn’t just surviving Idlewood—he was carving out his place in it.