Origin: Liberty City

Adam was born in Liberty City and raised by his single mother. His father was largely absent, a figure Adam barely remembered.

After his mother’s death, Adam was left completely alone, until one day, he received a call that changed everything. On the other end was an older brother he never knew existed.

Adam moved to Los Santos, Napalm City, urging his newfound brother to join him so they could finally meet and begin a life together as the only family Adam has left.

Origin: Seattle, Washington

Alexandria grew up in an unstable household. One where her father had no problem expressing his anger either physically or verbally, while her mother turned to other avenues that involved alcohol and pills to deal with their father. Alexandria did her best to escape her home life which usually involved her getting consumed in her studies at school. 

She also had 2 younger siblings that she tended to and looked after while their parents were off gambling at casinos or partying... or whatever it is they were doing. Over time, she became the one her siblings approached about things in their life and she was the one to attend their big moments while ma and pa did their own thing. Alex became a steady strong place for her siblings to confide in. She knew she had to be the one to take care of them and make sure they had someone to be there for them. 

As time went on, Alex was the top of her class throughout high-school, but a wrench was soon thrown into her plans. She met a boy. Not just any boy. She met someone who made her feel seen, loved, and cared for. He had promised to take her and her siblings away from this mess when the two of them graduated. This boy became her life and she trusted him with everything. The boy kept to his word throughout their time together, offering help when he could and making an effort to support Alex and her siblings as best as he could. 

During their Junior year of high school, all of their plans got turned on their head when Alex had discovered she was pregnant. This did not deter her lover-- in fact it reinforced him. He began taking more hours at his part time job after school, helping Alex prep for their child. Alex kept this information from her parents, fearing her father's wrath and didn't want to send her mother off the deep end. As the year went on, Alex remained at the top of her class alongside her lover and supporter. A few months before their baby was due, her parents found out due to the size of her belly and her inability to keep it hidden. 

Just as predicted, her parents were sent into a rage and her father even struck her. Fearing for her life, she ran to the home of her lover, leaving everything behind.... including her siblings. A few weeks later, the two of them approached the court and were able to get an emancipation approved. Her parents then cut off all communication with her, their final words expressing that their daughter was a harlet and a bad influence on their children. 

Alexandria's lover was there to console her for the loss of her family. Not being able to be there for her siblings had send Alex into a depression that nothing could seem to lift. Seeing how distraught Alex was, her lover had set up a way for her to keep in contact with them. She would write letters to them, posing as a teacher from school that was encouraging them to work on their writing skills. She would use coded words that only her siblings would recognize. Through this she was able to get periodic updates from her beloved siblings and this was just enough to keep her content.

A few months later, a beautiful baby girl was born. The moment the nurse had handed their child over to Alex, both of them were overtaken with joy and happiness. Caitlyn Lily Pierce was her name. She was their everything. Her endless blue eyes and dark curls brought peace to the couple and made them feel whole again. The child had rekindled a piece of Alex that had gone out after losing her family. 

Not soon after they had brought their beautiful baby girl home, Alex's lover decided to propose to her, pledging to marry her after graduation. Alex did her best to remain top of her class for her family, taking an interest in criminal justice as graduation drew near. Something about being able to take care of other people, being the one to help others with their problems had drawn Alex to the trade. Alex's fiancé's  family happily babysat their little bundle of joy while the two of them attended school and continued to work, giving the child a loving environment while her parents did their best to provide for her. 

Graduation came around and Alex had been accepted into a Law Enforcement school soon after. Just as promised, her fiancé married Alex after graduation and the 3 of them had gotten a home near Alex's college she was set to attend. Wanting to involve himself in a similar career, Alex's husband soon got a job working as a prison guard. The next two years of their life was bliss. The 3 of them were the perfect family. Caitlyn got all the love and attention Alex always dreamed of and her husband had kept is word and was a strong rock for the both of them. Alex's grades were still top of her class and she kept her sights high, aiming to excel in her field. Her husband continued working as a guard but took a lot of time to stay home and help raise Caitlyn, being a big part of her life. 

This bliss wouldn't last long. When Alex had turned 20, she would learn that her husband had been attacked on the job and he would succumb to his wounds, passing away on the transit ride to the hospital.

This sent Alex into a deep depression but also strengthened her want to be involved in criminal justice. She continued to forge ahead in her husbands name and the promise for a better future for her daughter. Alex's late husband's family would continue to be there for her and her child, taking care of Caitlyn whenever Alex was unable to. 

After Alex received her bachelors degree, she was accepted into a police academy where she would spend 6 months training and pushing herself. She would bring Cait to training sometimes on the days they did their physical exercise and the other officers that were parents of their own would fawn over how well behaved Caitlyn was for a 6 year old. On days of P.E, the officers in training would look forward to greeting Cait from where she always sat and played in the bleachers.

As time when on, Alex only ever focused on her daughter and her career, making sure to balance the two of them as best as she could. Through the next 2 years Alex would put her nose to the grindstone, pushing her way through the ranks as best as she could. On days where Alex couldn't find a babysitter, Caitlyn would accompany her to the station where the officers there quickly became like a second family to her. On holidays and birthdays the officers of the station would bring Caitlyn gifts and offer any helping hands that Alex might need. 

Eventually Caitlyn had began voicing her questions about what being an officer is like. Each time her mother brought her to the station, she would parade around in her mother's police hat and question her fellow officer aunts and uncles in an adorable little detective tone. When she wasn't busy playing with them, she would ask them about the bad guys they caught and what made them bad guys. 

 The officers usually gave her an enchanting tale to keep her content and that seemed sufficient for the most part but as Caitlyn grew, so did her questions and understanding of the world she found herself in. It was obvious that Caitlyn would remain interested in law work, so Alex embraced that and nurtured her as safe and as best as possible. The two of them became a staple of the department and were adored and taken care of by their own people. Alexandria had finally found a comfortable family for her daughter and for herself where she could easily let work become her life all the while having her daughter beside her within arms reach.

Origin: Boston, Massachusetts

Blake Asher was the middle child of three, raised in South Boston by a soldier and a surgeon. Her older brother, Arthur Asher, became a shield long before he understood what he was protecting, while her younger sister, Harlow Asher, was the fragile center of their world. Their father, Theodore, taught Blake how to fight fair and fix engines; their mother, Ann Marie, taught compassion and steadiness, until grief hollowed her out. When Theodore was killed overseas, Ann Marie drowned herself in pills and liquor. By eighteen, Blake was holding what remained of her family together by raw instinct and survival.

When a popular school athlete attacked Harlow after she declined his advances, Blake’s restraint finally snapped. What began as protection turned into a brutal, irreversible confrontation. Blake fought the boy and killed him, Bryce, the son of a police officer. By the time Arthur reached them, Blake was still on Bryce’s body, bloodied and unresponsive to anything but survival. Arthur tried to rip her off him, shouting her name, shaking her shoulders, but it was already too late.

There was no undoing it.

Arthur made a choice. He scooped Harlow into his arms and ran, ran to get her help, ran to get her away from the blood, the screams, the moment that would scar them forever.

Blake was arrested shortly after.

With no money for a proper trial, she took a twenty-year plea deal for manslaughter and entered Suffolk County Correctional Facility. The boy’s father ensured prison was not justice, it was punishment. He visited Blake almost daily. Sometimes multiple times a day. Officially, there were check-ins and paperwork. Unofficially, there were beatings, quiet, methodical, and relentless. On top of the regular violence of incarceration, Blake was singled out for something worse.

Inside, she was folded into Project Genesis, a covert military-biotech program disguised as a “birth control study.” The real objective was to accelerate human development through stem-cell manipulation, creating soldiers bred for obedience, endurance, and speed. Over several years, Blake gave birth to two children, each representing an evolving stage of the experiment.

She should have broken.

Instead, she endured.

That endurance caught the attention of Adelita Vega, a feared Vega Family cartel enforcer serving life in the same prison. Adelita understood weapons, and she recognized one when she saw it. Blake absorbed pain that would have erased others. She survived beatings, experimentation, and psychological erosion without losing cohesion. To Adelita, that wasn’t luck. It was potential.

Adelita’s interest in Blake was not mercy. It was necessity.

Years earlier, Adelita had been responsible for the protection of Roselina Vega, la Princesa, the heir to the Vega empire, while Roselina studied in Boston under a false identity. A rival cartel, Los Diablos Dorados (LDD), discovered her location. Adelita moved fast, securing Roselina onto a private jet bound for Bolivia. She stayed behind to hold the runway. More than twenty LDD members tried to stop the plane from leaving. Adelita killed every one of them.

The police arrived moments later.

Surrounded by bodies, Adelita surrendered without resistance.

Roselina survived, but Adelita’s failure was unforgivable. The sin was not the bloodshed. It was allowing the heir to be exposed and hunted on foreign soil. Prison became Adelita’s penance, and her name carried a black mark within the Vega family. The only way to restore balance was to deliver something of equal value back to them.

That something was Blake.

“You will see this through,” Adelita warned Blake, “or I will make sure everyone you love dies. Family. Friends. Anyone who matters. The Vegas don’t forgive weakness, and they don’t forgive debt.”

Cornered and desperate for the torture to end, Blake agreed. Adelita orchestrated a riot, leveraged old cartel debts, and forced the system’s hand. Prison officials, unwilling to expose Project Genesis or the systemic abuse within their walls, buried the incident under falsified reports and silence.

Days later, suited men arrived at Arthur Asher’s doorstep with two infants and a stack of sealed documents.

“Mr. Asher,” one said flatly, “these children are the biological offspring of your sister, Blake Asher. She passed away during a medical procedure. There were…complications. Her last recorded request was for kinship transfer to proceed.”

Arthur took them in without hesitation. He named them Jimmy, after a fallen comrade, and London, for the city where their parents had once fallen in love.

While the government scrubbed every trace of Project Genesis, Blake resurfaced in Bolivia, delivered into the hands of the Vega family. There, she was trained not as a person, but as purpose. A bodyguard. A soldier. A living repayment. Her singular directive was clear: Roselina Vega would never be vulnerable again.

Amid cartel wars and bloodshed, Blake became both ghost and weapon. Yet in Roselina, she found something she thought had been beaten out of her, love. Roselina dreamed of a future beyond drugs and death, and together they built that dream in secret, two souls defying the violence around them.

But peace never lasts in a world built on vengeance.

When a powerful Vega lieutenant known only as Rush staged his coup, he found them together. He raised his gun for Blake. The bullet struck Roselina instead, her body shielding Blake from the blast.

“Run, mi amor,” Roselina cried out. “Live!”

Blake did.

She vanished into the jungle, hunted, hollow, and alive. Weeks of mud, rivers, and stolen transport carried her north, one border at a time, until she reached the United States.

She had nothing left but a single address burned into her memory.

Arthur’s.

And she was hell-bent on reuniting with her family. Nothing would stop her—not the past, not the shadows that followed, not even death itself.

Origin: Seattle, Washington

Caitlyn Lily Pierce grew up in the police station where her widowed mother, Alexandria Pierce, worked. Caitlyn's earliest memories were running around the station wearing her mother's police cap and “arresting” her mother's colleagues. Her most “significant” busts were investigating who refused to clean the coffee grounds out of the breakroom coffee maker and the disappearance of the ham sandwich. The other officers fawned over Caitlyn’s adorable antics, many of them unknowingly reinforcing her natural pull toward investigative work. Alexandria was endlessly supportive of her curious, determined daughter.

As Caitlyn grew older, the precinct became her second home. She spent her after-school hours doing homework at empty desks, listening to officers trade stories from the field. Instead of school sports, Cait preferred time in the precinct gym or sitting quietly along the wall watching new recruits train, taking mental notes and imagining herself in their place one day. Policing wasn’t just a career path to her, it was family, identity, and purpose.

After graduating high school, Caitlyn was awarded a scholarship to law school by the very police department that had raised her. She graduated summa cum laude with her bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice. At her graduation ceremony, Caitlyn scanned the crowd and found her mother beaming with pride, surrounded by the officers she had always called family.

Caitlyn attended the police academy shortly after college. She still remembers the weight of the badge as her mother pinned it to her chest, the same badge she had once pretended to wear as a child. What began as childhood play had become reality. Caitlyn worked tirelessly to prove herself, earning the respect of her peers and climbing the ranks. No longer chasing missing lunches or coffee grounds, she was now entrusted with serious cases, helping Los Santos sleep a little easier at night.

But as the years passed, Caitlyn began to notice a pattern that no case file could ignore. Too many arrests ended in unnecessary violence. Too many familiar faces cycled through the system unchanged. Some of the most troubling calls weren’t driven by criminal intent at all, but by untreated mental illness, addiction, or people in crisis with nowhere else to turn. Caitlyn found herself lingering after scenes, checking on victims and suspects alike, troubled by how often handcuffs were the only tool available for problems that clearly required more care than force.

Slowly, she realized that arresting people, no matter how just, was rarely the end of their suffering. It was only a pause. Caitlyn didn’t lose faith in policing, but she began to feel that enforcement alone was incomplete. She wanted to help people before situations turned violent, and to be present for the aftermath law enforcement wasn’t designed to address.

Determined to expand her ability to serve rather than abandon it, Caitlyn enrolled in an accelerated medical program at Tufts Medical Center. Balancing rigorous coursework alongside her ongoing commitments, she pushed herself to the limit and graduated in the top 10% of her class, earning a reputation for discipline, compassion, and resilience.

Today, Caitlyn Lily Pierce stands at the crossroads of two callings. She continues to uphold her promise to the community as a police officer while channeling her passion for healing and rehabilitation as the Medical Director at Mt. Zonah Hospital. Whether she’s responding to a call in uniform or advocating for a patient in a hospital hallway, Caitlyn’s purpose remains the same: to protect life, restore dignity, and ensure that help doesn’t stop when the sirens fade.

Origin: N/A

Doug Dingles grew up in a rusted trailer at the edge of a forgotten park, the kind of place where sirens were more common than birdsong. His mother drifted in and out of prison on drug charges, a ghost in his childhood, while his father worked endless blue-collar shifts, numbing himself with cheap beer at the local dive before collapsing into bed. Doug learned early that nobody was coming to save him. School was an afterthought; juvenile hall was more familiar than the classroom. He scraped through graduation by the skin of his teeth, already hardened by a system that seemed built to spit him out.

After high school, Doug hit the road. He lived out of backpacks and borrowed couches, hustling for cash with a mix of odd jobs and questionable side work. Somehow, through luck or instinct, he dodged the kind of trouble that leads to serious prison time. The miles wore him down but also sharpened him. By the time he rolled into Los Santos, he was tired of running. He cleaned himself up, found honest work, and started chasing the version of himself he’d never thought possible, a steady man trying to do right in a city that rarely makes it easy.

Now Doug walks a narrow line: staying clean, keeping his head down, and building a life that doesn’t look like his past. The only shadows still chasing him are personal, five ex-wives scattered across the map, each hunting for alimony and a piece of the man he used to be. But for the first time in his life, Doug isn’t running. He’s standing his ground, determined to prove that even a guy from the bottom can rewrite his story.