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George Hunter
Grey wiry beard sticking out like the thorns on a thorn bush.
Muscly and wide in body
Strong character, a fierce leader at heart
Tall
Long grey wavy hair with speckles of black signifying his transformation from youth into his old growly age.
Lifetime motorcycle rider
Ex-Leader of the sands of silence gang, a fiercely avoided gang that terrorises the streets with the sounds of their triumph rocket 3 engines.
His voice with a distinct growl bellows in harmony with the engine of his orange county choper.
His jacket plastered with memoirs of places that he has been in from the time was able to ride
He has lived in Slab City for 95% of his life, its such a dangerous place he has had to adapt to like the mighty cactus of the barren desert, creating a hard outer shell to deny anyone access to what's inside.
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Riding down the sand encompassed highway like a wolf without its pack, winds of rage and anger blew from his ice-cold face. Not even the heat of the desert sun could melt away the cold expression shown on his face, not even the course Sand blowing in the wind like sandpaper could scratch away his determination for vengeance.
George is an ex-member, in fact he was there leader for mist of his life, of the sands of silence gang
George is brutally betrayed by his own team, which he considers more like his family. The new leader takes the gang down a violent and destructive path.
The sands of silence gang quickly become the most feared motorcycle gang in all of America.
George is filled with anger, he plots his revenge on his gang.
He rides down a long stretch of sandy highway, encompassed in his anger, he is deep in his thoughts and feelings.
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The pure smell of "gasoline" as the Americans say, the scent of the sand infused air seemed to fill his lungs fuelling the anger growing within him.
The raging winds as a mighty lion on its hunting grounds.
The ice cold grips of his old denatured motorcycle, his beard like a dangling iron curtain providing cover from the wind that was whistling like wild winds of Texas.
His eyeballs filled from socket to eyelid with anger, his eyesight polluted with the demonised image of his arch enemy.
Set in Las Vegas, he riding round with boldened pride for his gang. Things change with him being excilled by his own gang which he used to be so pround to be a part of, now all he wants is to take down the new gangs organisation.