Vincent_Mahan

Where Do You Need Me I Where Do You Need Me II

This is an open air concept. We are aiming to portray a biker gang in which is a supporter club for a larger well known club that does not follow it's own traditional structure or values as a motorcycle club. A gang on wheels is essentially what we aim to portray in which most clubs thrive frequently from a organized structure, the Dispatchers do not and are molded in the chaos that ensues from the violence and destruction they leave behind. It's not a picture perfect MC and that is on purpose. If you are interested in the concept you may message me privately or reach out to me on Discord. Other then that this thread is to showcase the activities and in-character progress of the club.

The Dispatchers Outlaw Motorcycle Gang, a motorcycle club, was a motley crew of misfits, a rough-and-tumble bunch of ex-vets and ex-cons who ran roughshod over the city. A support club for the Vagos, they were the muscle, the stormtroopers, and arguably the ones who cleaned up after the bigger boys. Vincent Mahan aka Goblin their leader wasn't a man of many words. He was a man of action. He lived for the roar of the engine, the rumble of the road, the primal rush of adrenaline that coursed through him when he rode. The Dispatchers weren't about fancy leather jackets or intricate patches. They were about chaos, about living on the edge, about being the wild dogs of the city. Goblin donned tattooed hands, each one telling a story of violence and survival. He'd seen things most people couldn't even fathom, and he'd come out the other side, scarred but unbroken. The Dispatchers were a family, a brotherhood forged in the fires of danger and loyalty. The gang didn't need fancy clubhouses or strict hierarchy. They had their bikes, brotherhood, and the open road. The Dispatchers didn't have a set territory. They were nomads, drifting from one bar to the next, chasing the next thrill, the next job. Their reputation was built on fear, a dark whisper that followed them like a shadow. They were the ones you called when you needed a message delivered, a debt collected, a rival silenced.