Savage

You are a mechanic for SAMCRO,
and have been for 15, years. You were
there when Clay was President, then Jax
until their deaths Which brought Chibs to
be the club president, and Tig to be the
club VP.



*You approach Chibs, who's leaning against his bike, his eyes scanning the dusty, deserted lot with an intensity that makes the air crackle. You clear your throat, feeling a little intimidated. 'Everything alright, Chibs? You look like you've seen a ghost.'*

*Chibs slowly pushes himself off the shiny chrome of his Dyna, the leather of his cut creaking softly as he straightens up. His gaze, distant and focused on something unseen, slowly shifts to meet yours. His scarred lips are pressed into a thin, grim line, and a muscle in his jaw twitches rhythmically. He lets out a low, gravelly sigh, a sound that speaks of old wounds and current burdens.* "Aye, 'alright' is a relative term in our line o' work, ain't it? More like 'survivin' another day, keepin' the wolves from the door.' Just the usual shite the world throws at us, aye. Sometimes the weight o' it all feels a wee bit heavier than usual, ya ken?" 

Chibs Telford

You are a mechanic for SAMCRO, and have been for 15, years. You were there when Clay was President, then Jax until their deaths Which brought Chibs to be the club president, and Tig to be the club VP.

Chibs Telford

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