Edmund Daniels Percy or known to many as Eddie was born in London, England. He was born to a working class family. His youth was very standard as some would say, he attend public school and was good. His parents we're gone the majority of the time so he learned quickly how to take care of himself. However as he grew up and entered high school the boredom and freedom left him challenged. He was a remarkable student who often played down his abilities to do anything. Finding himself bored of both school and his basic home routine Eddie found comfort one day sat around a fire pit with some friends. The flames drew him in and offered him warmth. Eddie began looking into fire, how it spread, how it would always seek a path towards oxygen. He started small, a small bin fire, a collection of dry leaf's. Before things started to escalate as he got older. Eddie managed to get his hand on a certain book, and during his parents absence studied it and even attempted some of the recipes.

It was the small recipes that really drew him in, a rag and bottle of booze, a gas can with a fuse. Weeks turned into months of Eddie experimenting with what he considered "Entry level" before he got cocky. Sat at home with his gas stove on, he was attempting to boil gasoline to make a more harmful substance, being in the dead of winter he didn't have a windows or doors open and the fumes overwhelmed his parents apartment. As they slowly caused him to become unwell he knocked a portion of the boiling liquid onto his shirt before a spark from the stove jumped across catching his shirt alight. Thinking quick he ripped it off and darted out the apartment before the whole building began spitting black smoke. The flames burnt all night, the windows could be heard shattering from the heat as the fire department attempted to put out the fire. It was labelled as a freak accident, yet if anything it excited him more. However school was finishing and he needed to decide what to do in the meantime. He turned to the local group that took care of things in the neighbourhood. He didn't stay with them for long as the boredom creeped in again, but before leaving he came across a small mechanic shop. Eddie at this point had a shitty 125cc, it screamed and barely made 60mph. He pulled into the shop and the guys scoffed but offered to look at the bike. From that point onwards Eddie drifted from the gang over to the Club. At the time he didn't know what it was. Eddie worked with them for some time however, out of the blue Eddie was arrested on the charges of burning down his family's old apartment and was sentenced. During his time in jail he picked up a pen pal that he wrote to quite frequently, though they did not respond as fast nor sometimes at all. He was realised after the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence and he returned back to his life. Back to the club.

- Black Lotus MC -

After some time of hanging around they began working with Eddie as a apprentice, He worked on hand me downs and damaged bikes that were written off by insurance. He was told if he could repair them he could keep them. Which he did. He was efficient, at least that's what he thought. The club thought he was lucky. Since he arrived the Police lifted the boot of the clubs throat and there investigations or random visits became less frequent. The club kept him around and began letting him tag along on rides and coming to parties. He was never old enough to attend but the club would get him in, they we're strict.. If he came in he remained sober and didn't drink till he was old enough. So he played pool and spoke with the club members. Time passed and with time the boredom grew, he was itching.. no drawn to the warmth once again, he resisted as long as he could, before his old gang came by. Looking for him, trying to cause some sort of drama, whilst there was little members present they hit, kicked and beat Eddie senseless, damaging his nose and his eye socket. However almost like a switch, through the pain as the gang was leaving, Eddie grabbed a can of grease and stabbed it with a screw driver opening a small hole, he shoved a small rag into it and burnt the rag from the bottom nearest to the can. He threw it and right as he did the can exploding next to one of the individuals heads, completely knocking them out. The rest fell to the floor screaming as their ears ruptured. Eddie stumbled over with his screwdriver in hand and turned over the leaders body and held him to the best of his ability as he tossed and turned in pain, he pressed the Phillips bit to the young mans throat and with a wack of his fist he drove the screwdriver into the mans throat. Blood seeped out before Eddie passed out next to them.

The club returned hours later, finding a dead body in their shop and Eddies barely breathing corpse next to him. The members that were at the clubhouse never noticed due to other distractions.
One member ran over checking the young mans vitals before turning to Eddie and immediately barking orders as member gather together making makeshift splints, neck braces whatever they could think off before strapping him down in their van and rushing him to the hospital. Eddie was rushed into surgery and was left with permanent nose damage, partial blindness and light sensitive eyes. Before leaving the hospital Eddie decided that instead of telling anyone or hiding behind tinted glasses he'd wear contacts. He left and was greeted by every member of the clubs charter escorting him home, but instead of going home he went to the clubhouse and parked up and immediately headed over to his work bike and began working. Confused the SGT approached him but was quickly met with a Wrench to his wrist, narrowly dodging it he looked at Eddies face, a mix of anger and sadness covered his face. As Eddie launched another attack he was embraced and held tightly. He let out all the anger and grief he had from taking the young mans life, before he broke down onto the floor in tears. The rest of the members headed inside leaving just the SGT and Eddie. He sat with him whilst Eddie went through all the stages of loss before eventually passing out.

He'd awake the following day, his contacts missing and the light of the Clubhouse causing him discomfort, he squinted and felt something heavy laying on him. It was a prospect kutte. A whistle echo'd through the house as the members turned around all nodding, some even getting up to pat his shoulder. Time flew by, Eddie remained a prospect under his sponsor of the SGT. Doing various tasks but he was mainly trusted with destruction tasks. During this time Eddie was often alone, the club would send him out and expect the work to be done before returning back. He became used to being alone but craved every second with any member of the club he get. When he had no jobs or no one to speak with he spiralled into anxiety riddled thoughts of self harm and loneliness until one day.

On his 20th birthday he got patched in. It wasn't a big ceremony like some had, there wasn't any hassling or hazing on the day. He came in and was brought into Church with just the Pres, Vp, Chappie and his sponsor. The patch was handed over and he became a member of the club fully. He devoted the next couple months to showing his further uses, crafting make shift pipe bombs to thermite paste. Eventually he was asked to go support a club across the seas. Reno put out the call and Eddie was sent. There Eddie became a part of the Nomads travelling around, he picked up different hang arounds and prospects during his time, taking them to the most suited Chapter as well as running the clubs business.

Eventually one of those prospects became a patched member and headed to the City of Los Santos to join the chapter. Being that Eddie was the one to originally bring this man in he followed bringing a long another prospect that had to leave their chapter due to a conflict escalating and them being targeted by Law Enforcement. They setup and crashed out on the couch of the BL compound and helped out with conflicts. During this time, Eddie's minor obsessions of drinking and doing coke spiralled. One of the members of the club noticed and tried to ease Eddie down but to no luck as the rest of the members would egg him on. Soon Eddie spiralled, returning to life as a Nomad leaving his friend behind with his new Chapter Eddie began drinking at all hours of the day and doing any line of anything. His nose and breathing was already bad but it became worse and worse.

Finally due to some in house fighting Eddie chose to leave the club. Not without consequences. He was branded on his left shoulder and labelled dead to the club. Lost and unsure where to turn he turned back to Los Santos. Sleeping on his former Club Member but now exiled friends sofa. Eddie kept drinking, one day he got a letter from his old pen pal, letting him know that they were around. Eddie sent a sloppy letter back that reeked of booze before heading out. He decided to head out and left, wondering around aimlessly till he found a alley to sleep in. He began doing little jobs and eventually met up with his Pen Pal and they lived together briefly as Eddie unable to afford drink, began having withdrawals. The heavy feeling of neediness overwhelmed him and he felt like a burden and disconnected from his roommate and other friends before finally isolating himself to Paleto.

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