Here are 3 original back story / bios / dossiers that I created for a GI Joeverse new Dreadnok prospects contest that I actually took 1st place in...THROTTLE
Rory Dekker was born in Daytona Beach, FL. Raised by his father - who was president of the local chapter of the biker gang The Fugitives, he was indoctrined into the outlaw lifestyle from an early age.
Having a healthy appreciation for big, American V-twin motorcycles - he found them lacking in the speed department - which is what he ultimately craved & found himself gravitating toward exotic sport bikes.
By the age of 20, he was already an accomplished amature circuit rider & was scouted & eventually recruited by a well known factory race team, to be their new MotoGP PRO rider in the Unlimited class. His ultra-aggressive "never back down" riding style earned him the nickname "Throttle" & was known by his competitors to have a meanstreak off the track, volatile & dangerous on the track. After only 2 seasons as a factory sponsored rider he was permanently banned from any & all professionally sanctioned motorcycle racing leagues. This being the resulting fallout from a particularly devastating crash he had caused, in which 3 fellow riders lost their lives & 5 others were crippled.
Returning home to FL, he became a full fledged member of The Fugitives & quickly became the most violent & vicious among their ranks, taking part in a myriad of criminal activities - ranging from the manufacture/distribution of drugs, weapons smuggling, bank robbery, grand larceny, extortion, kidnapping & contract murder.
During what they believed to be a routine smash & grab at a storage warehouse, Throttle & 2 other Fugitive members, stumbled upon what turned out to be a top secret military "skunkworks" weapons cache facility, where they discovered a functional prototype hoverbike & a stockpile of experimental weapons.
Quickly recognizing the potential impact that such a piece of hardware could have on their criminal endeavors, Throttle boosted it & has begun utilizing the machine as his personal attack craft.
Word of The Fugitives recent high profile crime spree has trickled down to the Everglades & the Dreadnoks are very interested in finding this crew & the hoverbike rider in particular...MAD HATTER
Maddox Hatley was born in Devil's Bend, OR. His father was killed in Viet Nam, before he was born. Abandoned by his mother @ the age of 4, he was raised by his paternal grandparents. They lived in a secluded cabin in the Oregon woods, where he learned how to hunt, fish & survive off the land. When both his grandparents had eventually passed on, he enlisted in the military @ the age of 32.
Hatley had proven himself a competent soldier, havin' served multiple tours of duty in Iraq & Afghanistan. In the fall of 2005 his convoy was struck by an IED - Maddox was the only survivor of this incident, but he was badly injured. He now bears a wicked scar across his right eyebrow & cheek, as well as a titanium plate in his skull. He also ALWAYS sports his grandfather's Sunday hat to cover the scars from that head surgery (somethin' he began doin' during his time @ the VA psychological hospital, where he was given the name "Mad Hatter"). His unseen injuries are far more severe... he now suffers from what the VA head shrinkers have labled "disassociative reality disorder". He is the quintessential poster child for Post Traumatic Stress. Medications help w/ this, but the only things he truly believes are entirely real are the 3 B's - Bikes, bitches & battles, not always in that order, the rest is just some fabricated "Wonderland" he can't escape from. Oddly enough, the color yellow seems to have a calming effect on him - it reminds him of the daffodils he places on his grandparents grave markers. *NOTE: Historically, the color yellow has often been associated w/ insanity.
After repeated, unsuccessful attempts @ a "normal" existence, he took the majority of his disability compensation & hand-crafted a custom cycle he calls 'Ol Yellar - named after his favorite chilhood movie. He tried to join several outlaw biker gangs, in attempts to find a place where he could "fit in" - all these efforts have ended up w/ the same results - a fellow club member dead by his hand, due to some altercation, either real or imagined & Hatter barely escapin' w/ his life after a blazin' gunfight. Now he just joyrides the American landscape, spendin' his disability checks @ stripclubs, restaurants, gas stations & motels.
3 weeks ago, his travels landed him in Florida, where 'Ol Yellar began experiencin' mechanical issues. Broken down on the side of the road, the Dreadnok mechanic Burn-Out had stopped to assist him (Burn-Out was impressed by the custom chopper & had plans on jackin' it). Burn-Out convinced Maddox to load up the bike in his truck & they would finish repairs @ his shop. When they arrived @ the garage a handful of Noks were hangin' out there - including Thrasher, Torch, Zandar, Zarana, Road Pig & none other than Zartan himself. Hatter couldn't keep his eyes off Zarana & this hadn't gone unnoticed by Road Pig. Havin' had enough of Mad Hatter's lustful gaze - Road Pig approached him sayin' "Once Burn gets done fixin' that piss yellow pony, you're gonna get on it & ride your ugly ass outta here, or I'm...". Even before DeLuca could finish his threat, Hatter had pulled his studded mace & planted it squarely in Road Pig's nutsack, droppin' the big man to his knees. Thrasher & Zarana burst into laughter - Torch & Zandar drew pistols & took aim @ the stranger, just as Zartan stepped in - "Any man who can bring this smelly mountain of muscle to his knees is OK in my book...", looked Hatter in eyes, then continued "How do you feel about becoming a recruit in our little organizition?". Takin' a deep breath, Hatter replied, "Yeah, sure, what the hell." Zartan then enforced the rule that no one was to lay a finger on this man & swiftly landed a boot-kick to Road Pig's face.
For the 1st time in a long while, Mad Hatter feels like he belongs somewhere...MADAM ITCHY
Midori Ichigawa was born in Osaka, Japan. The only child of a powerful Yakuza general, she was treated & raised as if she were his son instead of his daughter. Havin' the best martial arts Masters as her instructors, the most elite weapons/firearms combat training & the greatest private education his wealth could provide - he was groomin' Midori to take over his position when his eventual retirement/death came about. She had been servin' as his personal bodyguard up until 4 years ago, when their family came under a series of attacks, orchestrated by a rival family within the Yakuza.
Fearing for his sole heir's safety - Ichigawa sent her into hidin' (despite her repeated & persistent objections). Changing her appearance & severin' all ties to her former life - finally settlin' in Miami, FL - ownin' an illegal, yet respectable high-class brothel called "Madam Itchy's", that catered to "deserving" clients includin' the occasional well payin' biker gangs. The Dreadnoks were some of her most revered & favorite customers. Her establishment was discreet, her girls were gorgeous, exotic & clean - no one EVER caused any trouble. Until, one night, a few months back...
Madam Itchy had (despite her better judgement) allowed a group of Japanese businessmen to visit, unaware that one among the group, had ties to the Yakuza - who subsequently informed the boss of the rival family, responsible for the attacks on her family back home, her current location.
2 days later, a Yakuza hit squad descended on her brothel, intent on her assassination. In the midst of a tremendous firefight, a small contingent of Noks had arrived, for their weekly appointment - Thrasher, Zandar, Ripper & Storm Rider - to be specific. When they finally had taken up positions to join the fracas, they witnessed a level of carnage that none of them could scarcely believe. Madam Itchy was movin' @ blindin' speed, takin' down one intruder after another... movin' from one target to the next... slicin' w/ a katana... pumpin' round after round...it was a beautiful ballet of blood & death.
When the smoke had dissapated, a total of 20 assassins lay dead in her wake, 13 of her ladies had holes in them - where they weren't supposed to have holes & her place of business looked like Swiss cheese. The 4 Noks were speechless, then helped her recover from the ringin' in her ears, then she explained what had just transpired - who she really was & then she came to the sudden realization - she was no longer safe here.
Zandar didn't hesitate - "You're comin' w/ us, I'll speak to my brother - after what we just saw, I know you can handle yourself well enough, but you need a place to hide & friends who can help. We could use someone w/ your skills too... it would be mutually beneficial for all involved - Zartan trusts you, so I think he'll be sympathetic to your predicament & more than receptive to what you can bring to the party."
Not knowing where else to turn, Itchy agreed & left her life for a 2nd time - Zartan had indeed agreed w/ his brother, that she needed protection & her skills would be a valueable addition & immediately granted her Recruit status. Zanya has a plan to put those skills to the test... w/ these recent "Zane" developments, she is also hopin' that Midori is an "itch" that the Joes can't scratch.