Jack Harken

Jack Harken was born on May 17th, 1974, in San Leon Texas to his mother and father, Maria and Tayler Harken. At a very early age, Jack had fallen in love with cars and motorcycles, having watched his grandfather build motorcycles and fix cars at his automotive mechanic shop. At the age of seven he had already been tinkering with engines and helping his grandpappy whenever he could, which was usually after school. Having been working at such an early age, Jack learned the value of hard work, and how to overcome his own adversities as he slowly edged forward into the next chapters of his life. He was always an honest kid, and in his elementary years he primarily kept to himself, but still had close friends who would prove time and time again to be loyal and always there when he needed.

In his early teen years, Jack had focused a lot of his time into building his own motorcycle, continuing to help his grandfather in his spare time, even going as far as to becoming a part-time employee for the shop. His studies were important to him, but he knew that he did not need amazing grades to get to where he wanted in life. His predominant ambitions became centered towards auto maintenance, and he saw his future in the mechanic trade rather than college. As the years went on, Jack and his father grew closer. Jack’s father, having been a tailor for most of his life, helped out local biker clubs with their jackets, crewcuts, hoodies, and other branding and articles of clothing. This, as well as Jack’s early passion for motorcycles, only further fueled his love for cars. Though as their bond grew closer, his dad’s health deteriorated, and one week after Jack’s sixteenth birthday, his father collapsed in his boutique from a heart attack. The sudden death left Jack heartbroken and with a feeling of deep grief and remorse. Jack stopped frequenting the shop where he helped his granddad, and began using tobacco and whiskey to cope, and slowly he felt that his life began to collapse around him. His mother found a new lover only three months after his dad’s funeral, and Jack felt betrayed. He was a cop, and while Jack didn’t hate cops, he was not a fan of having one in his household. In his mind, Jack saw his new “step-father” as nothing but a cheap replacement and an easy way for his mother to move on, instead of grieving with her son. Even a year after his death, Jack was still angry and eventually dropped out of high school as he felt his studies only further burdened him with extra stress, and a diploma was not something he gauged as important.

His mother married his “step-father” when Jack had turned twenty, and given the circumstances, he moved out and stayed with an old friend from high school. Crashing on his couch, he paid his share of the rent and helped out when he could, but he knew he needed to get back on his feet as soon as possible. Jack thought that an easy way to get some quick cash was to hit the heart if where it was stored, and so he grabbed a cheap, rag-tag crew and without much of a plan and seeing nowhere else for his life to go, he robbed a bank. Of course, Jack and his buddies were caught, and after pleading guilty to the charges, Jack was sentenced to five years in a medium security prison. In prison, he had shared his cell with the president, Clay Creed, of the Free Spirit Motorcycle Club. After talking about his life and where he had ended up, Creed had offered Jack to come by his club after they got out. Creed only had three years left in his sentence, and under Creed’s protection, Jack was unharmed in the prison. Not much happened during the time he had spent away, so after three whole years, he was let out due to good behavior and compliance with cops and the court during his sentencing. Having taken up Creed’s offer to join the FSMC, Jack was immediately brought in as a prospect on order of Creed himself, who was released just two weeks before Jack.

During Jack’s prospect phase of the FSMC, he had fallen in love with the club bartender, who he’d often flirted with and made quite a few moves on here and there. Throughout his time at the club, he proved himself to be a loyal and dignified member, and after a promotion, he had a celebratory

“honeymoon” with his new girlfriend. Shortly after the celebration ended, Jack was hit with life-changing news. He was going to be a father, and at first Jack was a little concerned with his lifestyle and having to raise a kid, but eventually came to not only accept this gift of life, but also became excited to delve into the realm of fatherhood, wanting to take after his own father’s footsteps.

After nine long months of waiting, Harley Harken was born, and the lonely bartender he had met was now his wife. Now being twenty-seven, Jack foresaw a long future in the FSMC, and after a long talk with Creed, he was promoted to “enforcer.” Being a tough SOB, he fit this role very well, and he was able to balance his family life with his MC life, using the motorcycle club as a mechanic shop to bring in extra money. The FSMC had a legal front, being their bar and mechanic shop, but also had an illicit front being their gunrunning throughout the nearby cities of Texas. Jack was able to assist with smuggling the weapons, but also helped with a small side drug business for methamphetamine.

As Jack’s life moved forward, so did the MC, and eventually the MC split into two chapters, allowing Jack to take the old VP’s position, as the old VP became the president of the second chapter, that settled nearby Houston, Texas. Jack, now being in his mid-thirties and having close family friends in Houston, had actually gone down to visit said family friend, who was one of his closest buddies from high school, Jason Smith. He ran a mechanic shop with his daughter, Chloe, and after meeting the girl he realized she reminded him much of his own daughter, just much older. The two bonded quite a lot while Jack hung out for the two weeks he was around and kept in touch for a long while after he had left. Jack had given Chloe a lanline phone number to the FSMC clubhouse, where she could call at anytime if she ever needed help.

Once again, years of Jack’s life flew by before his eyes, and he continued to assist Creed with leading the FSMC. Jack was now forty-one, and his lifestyle stuck true to what it was in his twenties. Exciting, adventurous, and it had everything to do with motorcycles and booze. Though there was a big difference this time, and that was that his daughter was a very important part of his life, and she was the sole key to his happiness. He would throw everything away, and the world for Harley, and did just that when in the middle of a random afternoon she had gone missing from the clubhouse. Jack’s first instinct was to prowl the premise after calling her phone, texting her several times over, and asking everyone he knew where she had gone. His next theory was that a rival MC kidnapped her, and so he went to their compound with several of his crew members, wielding shotguns and demanding to know where his daughter was. Several hours of bickering between the clans lasted until Jack realized that they were not the ones who did it, and so he went to the next MC and did the same thing. Soon, days went by and then weeks, and the police had opened up an investigation for his daughter, and yet nothing had come up. Weeks turned into months, and Jack was confused and lost, and decided that he would spend as much of his time looking for his daughter as he physically could. He left the FSMC in search of Harley, looking in every bar, club, MC, mafia, street gang, and other organizations that he could for information, yet still nothing came up. Jack was heartbroken and felt as if he had failed as a father. For six long years he searched, and for six long years he waited, looking for his daughter everywhere across the states, anywhere he could find. Sadly, Jack’s pursuit to find his daughter led to dead ends and hardship.

After six years, Jack was down on his luck. He had no money, no daughter, he left his MC, and his entire life behind on just a glimmer of hope and for a speck of chance that Harley was still out there. But Jack had reached the end of the line for him, and in an old shed off the beaten trail of a farm somewhere in Arizona, he had written down a long, four-page letter. It was nothing more than an

apology to Harley, for failing her as a father and not being there when she needed, but most of all, it was for giving up. As he finished writing, and the last period hit the paper, jack grabbed his gun, placed it to his head, and just as he was about to squeeze the trigger, his phone rang. He let out a heavy sigh and flipped it open, hearing Creed’s voice on the other end. Creed explained to Jack that he was not upset that Jack had left, and that he more than anybody understood his choices. Jack contemplated his actions for a moment before Creed had continued to speak. The real reason Creed had called, was because a woman named Chloe had asked for him on the clubhouse’s lanline, and Jack knew that only meant one thing, and that was that Chloe needed help in one way or another. Jack knew what he needed to do.

Jack flew back to the FSMC and grabbed the last of his things before giving Chloe a phone call and booking a flight. His goddaughter was in Los Santos, and after hearing what she had been through, he knew she needed guidance, assistance, and most of all, a person to lean on in case things went awry. He also needed Chloe just as much, hoping to makeup for his failures to Harley, by being there for Chloe. He had no idea what LS was going to do for him, but he knew he needed to get there.

Now, with a reason to live, and a purpose to move forward, Jack is waiting at the airport for his visa to get accepted, so that he can touch down onto LSIA and meetup with an old family friend.