Back in Ireland, he was a tattoo artist by day, a biker by night. Detail-obsessed, steady-handed, and lethally efficient when required. Ghost never wastes words, motion or mercy. If you end up on either side of his gun, tattoo or otherwise, you are a dead man.

One day, a deal went bad. Bodies stacked. The price on his head grew larger every day. So, Ghost decided to turn a new page and crossed the ocean as his ancestors did, to begin a new chapter. Not to run, but to begin something new. In the states, he decided to create HEATHEN motorcycle club

After arriving to the states, Ghost didn’t waste any time. Realising that there was a lack of a well-organised, professional, club in the region, Ghost decided to fill that void. Thus, a European, old school motorcycle club was established.

Ghost carved the core pillars for the club himself. Loyalty, respect, honour and dedication. Over time, the club would attract like minded individuals with similar goals and beliefs. Ghost would lead the charge and spearhead the club onto new heights.

After half a decade of leading the club and expanding the influence all over Los Santos, Ghost was called back to Europe to expand the Heathen empire. And so, it was time to let someone else steer the club into new horizons. On his reeturn, Ghost worked his way, piece-by-piece, back to the top. Now as the vice president, he still gets his hands bloodied.

He remains a mentor, brother, and a damn lethal soldier. Try to fuck with him on your own accord. Just remember — Ireland is missing a few dozen men who already tried and failed.