Black Cat/Hooks

Roleplay and Character Hooks

This call is for characters who thrive on the **fringe of biker society**. We're not just looking for the bikers themselves but for the people who make their lifestyle possible and who operate in the shadows around them. If you're interested in a gritty, dangerous world where survival is all about who you know and what you're willing to do, this could be your chance to join.

Potential Roles

• Mechanics: You're the grease-stained backbone keeping their bikes on the road. A trusted wrench turner who knows how to fix anything with wheels.

• Medical Personnel: Maybe you're a former army medic, a back-alley surgeon, or just someone who knows how to patch up a knife wound without asking questions.

• Criminal Contacts: Whether you're a fence, a smuggler, or a black-market dealer, you're in the know about who's moving product, what the cops are sniffing around, and who's about to make a big score.

• Informants & Spies: You have ears in the underworld, with the connections to keep your finger on the pulse of what's happening on the highway, in the clubs, and out in the desert.

• Band Members: Got the guts to rock the Black Cat Roadhouse? We're talking metal, rock, punk bands with the attitude to match the crowd.

• Underworld/Criminal Influence: Your name carries weight in the desert; people fear you, owe you, or come to you when they need a favor. The bikers respect your reach, and you respect their muscle.

• Tattoo Artists or Piercers: You know how to ink stories on skin, or you're trusted to work a needle through some tough customers.

• Bartenders or Servers: The ones who keep their heads down, overhear more than they should, and occasionally smooth out the ruffled feathers of an angry biker or two.

House Band: Nomads

Nomad is a gritty, hard-edged rock band that’s earned a reputation for turning any venue into a raucous, dive-bar atmosphere. Their sound is a mix of bluesy riffs, snarling guitar solos, and raw vocals that echo the feeling of endless highways and forgotten desert towns. At the forefront is their enigmatic lead singer and guitarist, Scratch—a wiry man with wild black hair, often half-hidden beneath a beat-up cowboy hat. His gravelly voice carries the weight of too many late nights and too much whiskey, while his fingers move effortlessly over the strings, pulling out heart-pounding rhythms and soul-wrenching solos. With a cigarette dangling from his lips and a perpetual smirk, Scratch commands the stage with a mix of charisma and menace, like a drifter who's seen too much but still has stories left to tell.