Not entirely new - Used to roleplay at the Den when it was a skybox. (Yep, I'm old.) Took a break from SL for quite a while. Anyway, without too many spoilers. Read the story below. If you see him/me around feel free to engage. - Been roleplaying for over twenty years.

Frankie’s world came crashing down when he discovered his wife’s betrayal, an event that sent him spiraling into a haze of alcohol and drugs. What started as a way to numb the pain soon became a path that led him deeper into the underworld. The dark and dangerous life of crime welcomed him with open arms, and it wasn’t long before he was sucked into a notorious motorcycle club. There, Frankie’s violent tendencies and lack of remorse made him a perfect enforcer, earning him a reputation that echoed through the streets.

By 32, Frankie’s temper and violent nature finally caught up to him, resulting in a serious charge that landed him behind bars. But prison wasn’t a punishment for Frankie—it was an escape. A place where he could unleash his anger without consequence, a world where survival meant fighting, and fighting was something Frankie excelled at. He threw himself into the chaos, sharpening his skills and burying whatever humanity he once had.

Now, at 45, Frankie is back on the streets, a man hardened by years of violence and betrayal. The world outside has changed, but Frankie remains a creature of habit, carrying his rage like a weapon. Women—once a part of his life—hold no meaning for him anymore. He uses them as tools, seeing them as little more than objects to satisfy his needs. He’s not interested in redemption, not interested in change.