Name: Vance BradfordAlias: GhoulAge/Birthday: 29, 02/10/1990Hometown: Southeast, exact location unknownFirst Language: English - AmericanFavorite Color: Dark BlueFavorite Things: Hard rock, his motorcycle, living by his own rulesFamily Members: Unknown direct family members. He considers his MC members to be as close, if not closer, than family.Personality/Attitude: Guarded, reserved, and stand-offish. Short tempered. Loyal to those he believes deserve (notably MC)Skills: Grease monkey, Mechanically gifted (making guns, and repairing his bike).Dislikes: People who show disloyalty/dishonesty, people who mess with his bike, those who hurt/wrong members of the MC, schedules/those who aren't "free"Strange Behaviors: Values his Club members' lives more than his, can flip from calm to anger at a moment's notice. Habits: Routinely takes things apart to put them back together, riding his bike to clear his head and destress
Not much is known about Vance's childhood, as he doesn't share any of it. What is known is he left his home at a young age, because his parents were never there. He snuck around mostly, finding different ways to survive. As he grew older, he took more risks and loved the adrenaline rush it gave him. By the time he was 15, he heard the first sound of a motorcycle and was hooked. It happened to be owned by a mechanic at a garage in a town he was passing through. He decided then to try to get a legitimate job, and applied to work at the garage. He didn't have knowledge then, but he was hired to clean up around the shop. The owner wasn't able to pay him that much, but Vance quickly suggested what can't be paid could be taught. Over the next 3 years, Vance was a sponge soaking up everything he could. The mechanic Vance first saw, was the one who was the most hands on. He was amazed at how easily Vance learned things and called him a "natural." Everyone took notice how much Vance was in awe of the motorcycle. They chipped in and got Vance his first motorcycle...which he cherished.
As he had been one for so long, Vance slowly grew to a point where he couldn't sit still. He had also reached a place where he felt he knew more than enough, and the men at the shop couldn't each anymore. Slowly he felt as if they didn't respect him, or value his work. By his 20th birthday, he had enough. One night, he snuck into the garage, took what money he could and left the city. What was once so promising, had deteriorated. He thought at this time he could do anything.
And then he ran into the Lost MC. His bike was in pieces, and he had been looking for a new one. He came across a biker bar in what is believed to Texas. He attempted to take one of the bikes, as he thought he could get away with it. Just as he hopped on, he was surrounded by a number of people. What happened that night will likely never be known, but it began what is viewed as a "redemption." Where he once could've been argued to be a parasite....Vance slowly turned into a solid soldier. He found what he wanted....a family. A group of men & women who challenged him in ways others hadn't. They didn't follow schedules, but they had rules. Rules...he respected. Even if he didn't fall in line right away.
It would be the first time he learned more of grunt work, and had to earn his stripes. But, once he "got the picture" things fell in line pretty quickly. He went from a "hangaround" to a full member gradually...and then quickly rose to soldier one he got the picture. He learned the ideas of respect and trust, he had never been shown before. He was treated like an adult, rather than just a project. He was given tasks and expected to fulfill them, which he did. He was loyal, and ruthless when needed. The one thing Vane never had, was a nickname until one night.
When trying to take care of a rival gang, Vance was too close when an explosion went off. The fire scared a significant portion of his face. Initially the gang didn't want to take him to the hospital due to potentially being linked to the cause of the fire. After several hours, he was taken to a hospital for treatment, where doctors said based on the burns he was lucky to be alive. After the bandages were removed, you could see a discolorization on one side of his face compared to the other. One of the guys there commented Vance looked like he was back from the dead. Vance was dead...and Ghoul was risen.
In response to his nickname, Vance went spoke to a couple of tattoo artists in the club and slowly got marks on his face to hide the scars, and live up to the name. It was a celebration when Vance revealed his tattoo to the club. They viewed it as a sign of respect to the club, and showing he's there for life. He would do anything for the club if asked.
Then the time came when he was called for bigger things. The President of his club, had tasked a few members with assisting chapters with revitalization. Vance was told about the chapter in San Andreas, that had fallen on hard times. George had reached out to a few clubs for help, asking for some of the younger promising men & women to come help in one of the country's major cities.
Vance was tabbed as one, and with a goodbye to many members of the MC. Vance headed west, with every intention to ride back out to visit those who helped him find his way.
Now, he just wanted to return to others. To help those Lost to become found.