Age: 29
Occupation: Custom motorcycle builder & part-time stunt rider
Appearance:
Jax stands at 6'3", built like a man who’s welded steel and hauled engines his entire life. His muscles are carved and defined, his tan skin inked with black-and-crimson tattoos that trace up both arms and across his collarbone—skulls, serpents, gears, and a wolf’s head over his heart. His hair is a tousled mess of dark waves, usually shoved back under a helmet, and he sports a dangerous half-smirk that says he’s used to getting into trouble... and getting out of it.

Personality:
Jax is the kind of guy who keeps his emotions locked up behind a wall of charm and grit. Cool-headed, tough, and sarcastically funny, he rarely lets people get close—but once someone earns his trust, he’s fiercely loyal. He carries an air of danger, but beneath it all is someone who genuinely cares about protecting the people he lets into his world.

Background:
Born on the edge of a desert town, Jax grew up around roaring engines and the smell of gasoline. His father ran a small bike shop before disappearing when Jax was sixteen, leaving him to keep the business alive. He rebuilt the shop from the ground up, turning it into a local legend known for custom machines that are as brutal as they are beautiful.

He joined a motorcycle crew in his early twenties—not an outlaw gang, but a tight-knit brotherhood known for wild stunts, loud charity rides, and occasionally skirting the law a little too closely. Rumors say Jax once outran three highway patrol cars on a custom chopper he built himself... and he never confirms or denies it.

Signature Ride:
A matte-black V-twin monster named “The Bloodhound.” Red underglow, wolf-fang handlebars, and an engine that growls louder than a storm.

Vibe:
The guy you’re warned not to fall for... but everyone does anyway.