Origin: Cardiff United Kingdom

Jack O’Conner was born and raised in a working-class neighborhood in Cardiff United Kingdom. The O’Conner family wasn’t wealthy, but they were close—his father worked long hours at the docks, his mother was a nurse, and family loyalty was everything. From a young age, Jack learned discipline, responsibility, and the value of standing your ground.

That world shattered when Jack was 19 years old.

One night, he came home to flashing blue lights and police tape wrapping his street. His parents and younger sister had been brutally murdered in what authorities later labeled a targeted attack tied to organized crime. The case dragged on for years with no convictions. Leads went cold. Promises were made—and quietly broken.

The loss hardened Jack.

Anger turned into focus. Grief turned into resolve. He trained relentlessly physically and mentally and joined the UK police service, determined to become the kind of officer his family never got. On the job, he gained a reputation for being calm under pressure, uncompromising with criminals, and fiercely protective of civilians. But beneath the professionalism, the unanswered questions never stopped haunting him.

Eventually, the case was officially shelved.

Disillusioned with a system that couldn’t or wouldn’t deliver justice, Jack made a life-changing decision. With nothing left tying him to the UK and a desire to start over, he emigrated to Los Santos, a city known for its chaos, corruption, and opportunity.

Los Santos wasn’t a fresh start it was a second chance.

Jack applied to the Los Santos Police Department, bringing with him prior training, street experience, and a no-nonsense approach to policing. He believes law enforcement isn’t about power it’s about accountability. He doesn’t chase glory, doesn’t bend rules for convenience, and doesn’t forget faces.

While he wears the badge to protect the innocent, part of him is still chasing something else: closure.

Every violent crime scene reminds him why he became a cop. Every arrest is a step toward proving that justice real justice—still exists, even in a city as broken as Los Santos.

Jack O’Conner doesn’t see policing as a job. He sees it as a promise to the dead, to the living, and to himself. 

Origin: Vice City

Jason James Was Born In Vice City On 07/24/05

His father was present at his birth, but both of his parents were emotionally unavailable throughout his formative years. Jason grew up largely alone and struggled to form close friendships.

At seventeen, he answered the answering machine for his father and overheard a message that would shatter him. In that moment, Jason learned he had a brother, someone who had existed almost his entire life, yet someone he had never been allowed to meet.

Now, with that barrier gone, Jason has finally been given the chance to know his brother. He moved to Los Santos, Napalm City, for him.

Origin: Unknown

Joey Vercetti rose from a rough childhood to become one of the most feared and respected mixed-martial artists on the planet. His name echoed through stadiums from Tokyo to Rio. He was an undefeated world champion known for precision, power, and a cold, unshakeable calm. For years, he traveled from circuit to circuit, leaving behind a trail of legends and challengers who never managed to hand him a single loss.

But a life built in the cage eventually demands more than the body can give. After retiring at the very peak of his career, Joey found himself drifting seeking purpose outside the roar of crowds and the rhythm of combat. That search carried him into the shadows of organizations where loyalty was thicker than blood: The Vercetti Family, Grove Street, The Lost MC, and later The Fallen Saints MC. Each group gave him a place, a mission, and a brotherhood he could fight beside. And each one, in time, inevitably fell apart fractured by the weight of power, betrayal, or the changing world around them.

When the last empire crumbled, Joey stood alone again. No titles. No crew. Just a lifetime of battles both in the ring and in the streets and a restless spirit hungry for something he’d never found.

So he packed light, hit the road, and went back to where everything had always made sense traveling.

This time not for belts, reputation, or survival. This time, Joey Vercetti roams the world searching for something he’s never had a place that feels like home. 

Origin: Canadian / Lethbridge AB Canada

Johnny Rico grew up in a tight-knit neighborhood where everyone knew everyone — for better or worse. He saw early on how fast things could spiral when nobody stepped in, and how much difference it made when someone actually cared enough to show up. His dad worked long hours in construction, his mom bounced between two jobs, and Johnny learned young that respect wasn’t something you demanded — it was something you earned.

After high school, Johnny joined a local community policing program and later attended the police academy back home. He wasn’t the loud, badge-heavy type. He was the guy who stayed late to help file reports, checked on the same corner store owner every night, and broke up fights before they turned ugly. He believes most people aren’t bad — they’re just one bad night away from making a dumb choice.

Los Santos pulled him in because of its reputation: chaotic, dangerous, and full of people who either needed protection or a second chance. Johnny relocated with almost nothing but his academy records, a duffel bag, and a mindset that the streets don’t need more fear — they need balance.

His goal with the BCSO isn’t just arrests and citations. Johnny wants to keep the streets clean and make sure people feel safe living their lives — whether that’s a late-night drive, a street race gone wrong, or a heated argument that doesn’t need to end in cuffs. He knows when to be firm, but he’s not afraid to talk things down, give warnings when earned, and treat people like humans first.

Johnny Rico is still new to the city, still learning its players and politics, but one thing is clear:

He didn’t come to Los Santos for power.

He came to make sure everyone — cops and civilians alike — gets home alive. 

Origin: Unknown

London was born under artificial lights, behind mirrored glass, and into a world where she was never meant to exist. Not naturally, not freely and not human. Her name was a gift, a memory wrapped in love and pain. London, the city where her grandparents met before everything in their bloodline got twisted by war and secrecy.

From the moment she drew her first breath, she was watched. Everyone believed the project had ended. That the experiments were buried. But London was the experiment. She grew faster, stronger, smarter than any child should.

London’s early years were quiet, but not by any means innocent. She was raised by her uncle Arthur Asher in a guarded home with eyes always on edge. There were no lullabies, no playgrounds, only secrets. But Arthur loved her without hesitation and fiercely. He taught her to read body language before she could read books. Learned silence. Learned danger. She was taught how to blend in, even when everything about her stood out.

By the time she was twelve, London had critical thinking skills of someone triple her age. By eighteen, she began asking all the wrong questions. She wanted to know everything. She wanted to know the truth. Why did her body heal so fast? Why her reflexes could outmatch her uncle, who’s seen war one too many times. And most importantly, who was her mother, and why did she abandon her?

She was London, a name made of love, sharpened by science, and forged in rebellion.