Origin: New York City, New York

Early Life

Tess didn’t grow up dreaming of fame, she grew up craving answers.

Raised in a working-class household, Tess learned early how quickly stories get buried when no one powerful wants them told. Her father worked city contracts and vanished from her life after being tied to a corruption scandal that never quite made sense. Official reports said one thing. Street whispers said another. No one ever followed up.

That silence stuck with her.

By her late teens, Tess had one obsession: truth doesn’t protect itself, someone has to fight for it.

Finding Her Voice

Tess paid her way through journalism school doing internships, night shifts, and freelance writing under a dozen aliases. She wasn’t flashy, she was thorough. The kind of reporter who triple-checked sources, recorded everything, and never forgot a name.

Her big break didn’t come from a viral story.
It came from an uncomfortable one.

She uncovered a pattern of hush money payments tied to a local business empire. The story barely aired, but the fallout behind the scenes was explosive. Editors noticed. Politicians noticed. People who didn’t want her digging noticed too.

That’s when Weazel News offered her a desk.

Weazel News Rise

Tess climbed fast, not because she played politics, but because she understood them.

She became known for asking questions others wouldn’t, staying calm while chaos unfolded live, reading between official statements, and exposing the gaps.

Her on-camera presence is sharp and composed, but her real power is off-screen. Tess cultivates sources quietly: first responders, clerks, lawyers, gang affiliates, government staffers, people who trust her not to burn them.

She doesn’t exaggerate. She doesn’t speculate. She lets the facts ruin people on their own.

Public Persona vs Reality

On camera, Tess is the city’s steady voice.
Measured. Professional. Untouchable.

Off camera?
She’s meticulous, guarded, and rarely surprised. She keeps burner phones. Backup drives. Copies of copies. Tess doesn’t trust systems, she trusts receipts.

She believes Weazel News isn’t about being liked. It’s about being recorded. Because history remembers what gets filmed.

Motivation

Tess isn’t chasing fame, she’s chasing accountability.

She wants criminals exposed, corrupt officials nervous, and the city just a little harder to lie in. She knows she’s walking a line, between reporting and becoming a target, but she accepts that trade.

If something happens to her?
The story’s already written. And it’s already scheduled to air.

Toni Marie Collins never really knew what it meant to stay in one place. Growing up, her life was a constant shuffle between cities, highways, and temporary homes. Some people move because they want to chase dreams. Toni moved because she never had a reason to stay. Every town was just another stop on the road — another place where she learned to survive, trust carefully, and keep her guard up.

By the time she was in her early twenties, Toni had already lived in more cities than she could count. Somewhere along the way she learned that the only real family you could count on was the one you chose. That belief led her to the Sons of Odin Motorcycle Club.

The club gave Toni something she had never truly had before — belonging. The roar of engines, late night rides, and the unspoken bond between members made her feel like she had finally found her place in the world. It was there she met Jaxon, the president of the Sons of Odin. Strong, fearless, and larger than life, Jaxon pulled Toni into a world she quickly grew to love.

Their relationship moved fast. In the world of the club, loyalty and passion burn hot, and before long Toni and Jaxon were married. For a time, life felt perfect. Toni believed she had finally found her forever family.

But in outlaw life, loyalty can be fragile.

As problems inside the club grew, so did the strain between Toni and Jaxon. What started as small cracks turned into fractures that neither of them could repair. The divorce wasn’t just the end of their marriage — it was the end of Toni’s place in the Sons of Odin.

When the dust settled, the club that once called her family turned its back. Just like that, Toni was alone again.

The abandonment cut deeper than she expected. She had given everything to the club — her loyalty, her heart, and years of her life. Losing it felt like losing a piece of herself.

So Toni did what she had always done.

She left.

City by city, road by road, Toni drifted again. But this time it was different. She wasn’t just running from the past — she was looking for a place to rebuild.

That road eventually led her to Napalm.

Napalm wasn’t just another stop on the map. Something about the town felt different — raw, unpredictable, but full of opportunity. And more importantly, it held a new motorcycle club willing to give her a chance. 

Now Toni rides again, but this time as a prospect.

She knows what it means to wear the patch, and she knows what it feels like to lose it. Every ride, every job, every test she faces is a chance to prove she still belongs in this world.

Toni Marie Collins isn’t just prospecting for a patch.

She’s prospecting for something she’s been searching for her entire life:

A family that won’t abandon her. 

Origin: Tokyo, Japan

Yuto Shin was born into a life that never truly gave him a choice, only a direction. 

He grew up in Tokyo, Japan watching his father move through the world with quiet authority. To outsiders, his father was disciplined, distant, and respectable. To those who knew better, he was Triad, respected, feared, and deeply loyal. Yuto learned early that power didn’t always come from loud violence, but from patience, precision, and reputation. By the time he was fifteen, Yuto made his choice willingly: he joined the Triads, not out of coercion, but out of devotion. He wanted to walk the same path as his father and one day surpass him.

That future was ripped away in blood.

A rival Yakuza faction, looking to destabilize Triad influence, orchestrated an ambush that left Yuto’s father dead. The message was clear: stay in your place. The Triads mourned the loss of a valuable man. Yuto mourned the loss of his anchor. The rage that followed could have consumed him but instead, it sharpened him.

Unlike many who burn out in vengeance, Yuto learned restraint. His mother, still living in Japan, became his last tether to a normal life. Their relationship survived the violence and secrets, not because she approved of his choices, but because she understood them. She had loved a man who lived by the same code. She only asked one thing of Yuto: don’t die chasing ghosts. Yuto promised nothing but he never stopped calling.

By his early twenties, Yuto had become something rare: disciplined, intelligent, and terrifyingly effective. The Triads saw in him not just his father’s legacy, but something more refined, more dangerous. When intelligence surfaced that the Yakuza boss responsible for his father’s murder was maneuvering to establish operations in Los Santos, the decision was made quietly and decisively.

Yuto would go to America.

Officially, he was sent to expand Triad influence overseas. Unofficially, he was a blade pointed directly at the past. At just 23 years old, Yuto arrived in Los Santos with a clean identity, a ruthless mandate, and a long memory.

The city tested him.

Los Santos was louder, messier, and more chaotic than anything Japan had prepared him for. Power shifted fast. Alliances were fragile. Violence was public. But where others struggled to adapt, Yuto thrived. He built his own Triad branch piece by piece, recruiting loyal companions who respected competence over ego, silence over spectacle. He ruled not through fear alone, but through consistency. Betrayal was rare. Mistakes were not forgiven twice.

Yuto Shin does not chase revenge blindly. He builds. He waits. He learns. And somewhere in Los Santos, a Yakuza boss believes the past is buried, unaware that the son of the man he murdered now controls a growing shadow beneath the city’s neon lights.

Yuto isn’t just following in his father’s footsteps anymore. He’s carving his own path, one that ends with balance, blood, or both.