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Callum Jameson

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Callum was born July 12, 1984, making him 30 years old today. He grew up in a middle class neighborhood in Mansfield, Texas. As a child his father was a main fabricator at a car shop, and his mom who worked part-time at a floral shop. Growing up with not a lot of electronics he and his friends would often go out and ride their bikes as kids. For the weekdays, he would wake up at 6AM, go to school and return at 2PM. When he would return he and his friends would drop off their bookbags at home, and all hop of their bikes. They would ride for hours, finding cool places to hang out at. This love for going anywhere and hanging out with friends progressed as he grew up. Being the south, he eventually got a dirtbike, not the first of his friends, but he got one. He began riding with them, and they all entered a riding club just down the road with a track kids could ride on. At this time Callum was about 12 years old, already riding on large tracks. He thought at a young age that is what he'd do with his life, be a dirtbike rider professionally.


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When he was 15, he went into high school. He and some of his friends were split up, two of his friends going to different schools. None-the-less, Callum made the best out of his high school experience. Since he was 15 he was planning on getting a car, and what car he should get. All his friends said they would get cool trucks, and fast cars, while he wasn't sure about what he would get. He was riding home on the bus one day close to summer and they were at a red light at a four-way intersection when he saw a horde of bikers passing by. He had heard about bikers before, but have never seen any. He looked at their back patches, and it read Bandidos MC. This was his first time seeing a motorcycle club. He became infested in them the same day. He went home and read all about bikers and what they were like, wanting to be just like them. A few months later, just a couple days before his birthday, his father asked him what car would he like for his birthday, as they already had money set aside for it. He told them that he wanted 1980 Harley Davidson Shovelhead. His father looked at him, saying that it was extremely dangerous. He nodded, saying he was aware, and his father offered to but it as long as he wore a helmet. Callum agreed, and it was planned. The day of his 16th birthday, out waiting in the garage was a clean, sleak chopper. He got on it, threw on his helmet and started riding. He would never forget the feeling it gave him.


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At the age of 16, when he was in 11th grade, he dropped out of school after getting into more and more trouble. Being at home was a mess as he was always being yelled at for his actions. It took him weeks to get his parents to agree to allow him to drop out, as he convinced them he had a plan for his life, that he would work with his father, which was good money in those days. So, he dropped out of school and began working at the mechanic shop with his father, often working on his own bike when they had nothing to do at the time. About a year of this went on, until he was 17 and his dad had a heart attack while at work. He immediately called 911, but he had already passed. The grief of losing his dad at such a young age made him angry at the world, and he was stricken mental wise. His mother at home was a wreck, always talking about the good times. Callum woke up on the morning of January 3rd, 1992, at age 18, and headed off for work, but never returned. He drove the normal route to work, only he didn't pull in. He didn't plan on it, but he just kept going, and going, and going. After a few hours he stopped at a rest stop on the border of Texas and New Mexico, and called it a night. He stayed at a small motel, and being the person he was, he had a large amount of cash on his person. He woke up the next morning to the phone ringing. He reached over and grabbed it and answered. The front desk was on the other end, saying they saw a missing persons report on the television showing his face and name. He hung up the phone immediately and ran outside to his bike. He got on and started riding at 7:13 AM, and he got off his bike at 11:22 PM, this time, at an airport. He got a ride from Arizona, to Red County. He arrived at the Las Venturas airport, taking his bike and started off riding. He got himself a job at a small meat market, and that is where he was for the longest time.


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He spent years at the meat factory until he had enough. He ran off and joined a local motorcycle club, The American Demons MC. He began prospecting for the club, and it lasted a while. He got used to how things were ran, quick. He was always quick on his feet to do whatever a patched member had told him to do, and always remembered to never talk back. After a while prospecting and not getting into too much trouble, he was patched in and made a Demon. The day he got patched, he considered it his new birthday, as a new person in him was born. He spent some time as a Demon, still doing what he was told. He worked hard and joined the club on whatever they did. After time as a Demon, he was promoted to Enforcer, where he had new duties. This is when he began learning some of the in's and out's of the club. He learned more about honor, and respect. Things at the pump ran smoothly most of the time, except from the random flare ups of rage between people, but it didn't last long. One church day though, tensions got quite high whenever the president and founder of the club walked through the church door. The both of them were livid, about disrespect to the founder and his son, both of which came from Callum. At the time he realized what he'd done and how bad he had pissed off the president. Over the course of the day, all hell broke loose, until it was eventually settled in a more peaceful manner. Church continued on and things went on as usual. By the end of the day Callum had been promoted yet again to Lieutenant within the club.


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After things have calmed down, things returned back to normal. Callum had gotten a bit more angry and had a shorter temper with people. One of the days they were taxing someone for coming onto the property. The person was denying and things were getting a bit rowdy. Someone took out their phone and began recording the situation which made Callum mad. He took out his industrial flashlight and walked over to the man and hit him in the leg with it. After the guy had limped away Callum went back to his friends and started having a chat. Without realizing, the guy limped away ant told the police of what he had done. After a while, 3 police cruisers rolled up to the pump and drew tasers attempting to arrest Callum. They walked onto their property and said the officers needed a warrant. The officers tazed Callum and Dallas, while the others went and got guns. They went on the roof and sprayed at the cops while Dallas and Callum ran off. They evaded, then going to PC where they were saved by a helicopter. After things calmed down, they went back to the pump. Then things got crazy again. Harris had been in trouble and needed help getting away, without a second thought, Callum and Alexei went to help, they were then in a minor crash in which they ran from, but Harris was still stuck. Callum returned for him, only to in the end get caught by the police and arrested after a small shootout.


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Callum was released from jail after serving a few months in jail. He was happy to be out, and happy to be back riding with his club, but it wasn't party time for long. Shortly after getting out of prison and returning, Callum was shot four times while standing outside smoking. He came close to death but luckily lived due to people at the scene able to help him quickly. He was immediately brought to the hospital by an officer who had shown up and was treated. He went into surgery for a couple of hours and had the bullets removed. He exited the hospital and was brought back to the pump by friend Kevin Sterling. He had to wear bandages for the next couple of days until the wounds had healed and was walking with a limp due to a bullet hitting him in the leg. After the incident things continued on as usual and come church things would change. It was church day, everyone gathered outside and close friend Alexei Malinowski was released from jail after serving a year on multiple charges. They were all speaking with eachother, having a good time, then church was called. They discussed what they normally do, but near the end, shockingly, the Vice President stepped down from his position and other close friend of Callum, Melvin Blight, was put in.



Last updated 6/22/14 - Added Chapter 6
To Be Continued​
 

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One church day though, tensions got quite high whenever the president and founder of the club walked through the church door. The both of them were livid, about disrespect to the founder and his son, both of which came from Callum. At the time he realized what he'd done and how bad he had pissed off the president. Over the course of the day, all hell broke loose, until it was eventually settled in a more peaceful manner. Church continued on and things went on as usual. By the end of the day Callum had been promoted yet again to Lieutenant within the club.
lol :) wasn't really that peaceful tho
 

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What a nice story Crash, kudos to you!

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