Ryker Wright

Ryker Wright was born and raised in America, grew up knowing nothing but poverty and struggle. His father was an abusive, alcoholic, bipolar deadbeat who did nothing but add to Ryker’s struggles in any way possible, and his mother died at childbirth, leaving him with nothing but a hope of what could’ve been. A lack of parental figures and guidance left him confused and unmotivated for a majority of his childhood, as he rarely put time and effort into things like socializing or school. Something Ryker was good at, though, was stealing. Pickpocketing, petty theft, breaking and entering — you name it, he could do it. It helped his dad pay the bills, made sure food got onto the table a little more often than usual, and it was one of the first things he truly felt like he was good at it. Eventually, he started making a bit of a name for himself in the local area, and gangs and other groups of illegally-inclined individuals would split him a cut of their earnings if he’d go and steal things for them. This went on for a while, without many bumps in the road or interruptions, until one day, he had what seemed like the job of a lifetime. All he had to do was go into some abandoned warehouse under some random shell company, steal a car belonging to someone he figured wasn’t very important, get out, and he’d be set up with a payment that would keep him good for years. He learned with that job, though, that all which shimmers isn’t gold. Before he could get out with the car, the place was surrounded by the owner of the warehouse, who revealed himself to be a prominent member of an organized crime group that operated in the States. The man had heard of Ryker, seen his handiwork, and as such, was given an option: join and help them out, or run and hope he lives. Ryker wasn’t the smartest man, but he knew what choice to make here. From there, it was nothing but up and onwards for Ryker. He started being involved in some world class robbery and smuggling; stealing jewels, drugs, bullion, and information worth more than he could’ve ever imagined. In a year, he’d probably assisted in moving so much product into the United States of America that it could equal the GDP of some small countries. But eventually he wanted an out so he spent every last thing to his name to simply disappear. Which sometime later he resurfaced fresh off a plane with only a bag that had a small amount of cash. Now you may wonder where Ryker ended up right? well he ended up in the criminal life once again after the first couple of days within the city he was picked up by a crew. The next five years were spent working with said crew that consisted of hardworking individuals that had the strengths to take over the under-ground market of running guns and illegal goods out of El Reno pushing out any competition and taking over. Ryker eventually like everyone else retired from the underground life well not entirely but close as one could get to it.