Rodney Rivers

Childhood
Born in Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Rodney had a tough childhood, was brought up on welfare and his family living paycheck to paycheck. His brother and father both fell into a life of crime and substance abuse, Rodney perservered for his mothers sake as his mother wanted her sons to succeed in life and make an impact on the world. Rodney dabbled in a bit of petty crime with his brother, but was forbade and beaten once his father found out as Rodney was the good egg of the family, and his father didnt want him to throw it all away.

Rodney managed to scrape through high school, with decent grades. A life of poverty and seeing the lengths that his father and brother went to to provide, gave him the motivation do something good with his life. He began to understand that a lot of the 'bad' people in the world are forced onto these decisions due to the circumstances that life  threw at them.

Adult Life
Rodney decided to study psychology, but he was never fulfilled in the job. He struggled dealing with mundane trivial issues and felt like there was no excitement in his life. Rodney began to spiral out of control and began drinking and not showing up to clients sessions. On the brink of throwing it all away, he saw an encounter with a police officer and a criminal on the side of the road during his walk to work, the criminal down on his luck, was caught breaking and entering. The compassion and understanding the cop had for the detained man lit a fire inside Rodney, by now knowing what he wanted to do with his life.

Rodney passed the Academy with flying colours. One of the first recruits from his batch to be promoted to Probationary Constable for the Sydney Police Department. Rodneys knowledge of the law, compassion for his fellow man and firm but fair outlook helped him shoot up the ranks and within a year Rodney was a Sergeant and in another 2 years, he was elected Superintendent of the Sydney City Police Department. Rodney was becoming one of the most decorated members of the SCPD.

During his tenure, drug sales and arrests plummeted by 50%, he spearheaded a program with the government to assist in getting the locals off the drugs and he also spearheaded Operation Phoenix which resulted in a number of corrupt officers being arrested and removed. Rodney was a shining beacon for what a Police Officer should strive for.

Rodney's fall from grace comes down to one fateful day. Rodney was assisting with a prisoner transport and was transporting notorious gang leader 'Billy Smacka'. The arresting officers failed in their duties and left Billy with an earpiece and a radio, before Rodney knew it he was surrounded with Automatic Rifles pointed at him. Following his captives orders he uncuffed Billy and they took Rodney hostage. Smacka, informed Rodney a few people he had arrested a day before had robbed and messed with Billy and his gang and they wanted payback. Under gun point, they took Rodney to the prison, where Rodney was forced to break the unnamed man out of jail.

Rodney, was distraught, but the pain wasnt over. They took Rodney and the unnamed man to a discreet location by a lake. Rodney began to try and bargain with the gang to Just let him go, take his shit and they would be able to get away scot free, he wouldnt investigate them and everything would be forgotten about. The gang members were starting to buy it, but Billy Smacka stepped in, the unnamed man on his knee's in the rain during this whole conversation. Finally, they walked over to Rodney, pulled him out and dragged him over to the man. Billy smirked and Rodney and held out his hand. In it, was a pistol.

'Kill him and you walk free. You fail to do so, you both die. You decide your own fate.'

Rodney paused. Confusion, anger, desperation and sadness all washed over him, Rodney wasn't ready to die. But killing this man, went against everything Rodney had built, that he had worked for. He would just be another corrupt cop under the thumb of the gangs in the city, for one of the first times in his professional career, Rodney made the selfish choice. He pulled the trigger and with it, his life was shattered out from underneath him. Rodney, fell to his knees. Overwhelmed with what he had just done. Billy, smiling, put his hand on Rodneys shoulder leaned in and whispered “You're mine now" and left a phone in his front pocket.

They had filmed the whole thing, Rodney was left shattered and broken. He walked and walked and walked. He was found passed out from exhaustion on the side of the road and rushed to hospital. Sgt Robert Peel, one of Rivers finest officers and closest friends led the rescue mission and was the one to find Rivers. He noticed the phone, clenched in his hand. Peel grabbed the phone and inevitably found the footage. Peel, snuck back into Rodneys hospital room, and put the phone with his belongings. A few months had passed and Rodney was finally getting back into the groove of things. Maybe these gang bangers had forget about Rodney. But, this was not the case.

While he was pulled up at red lights, a van appeared and took Rodney hostage. After a long winding travel in the back of a van with a sack over his head, Rodney again thought this was the end. After a few hours, they'd finally come to a stop and the sack tore of his head. Sitting there, once again, was Billy Smacka, smirking at Rodney. Rodney was tasked with finding cops to flip for his gang and to provide them with any intel about possible raids and to assist in returning items seized from them.

That night, Billy's gang opened fire on police while stationed at the club house. The gang was taken out and swiftly raided. Fearing they would come after him for revenge, Rodney confessed everything to Peel. Peel consoled Rodney. But things took an evil twist. Peel, reveled to Rodney that he'd known the whole time and was working with Billy to bring down and use Rodney. Peel had orchestrated the whole thing. After Rodney had found a few cops for them to use he was to step down and leave the PD, or have his reputation tarnished and be sent to jail, for the rest of his life.

His whole life he had dedicated himself to being a good person and doing the right thing. Rivers was incorruptable. But this was the breaking point. As fair and compassionate as Rivers was, he had a fire in him. Often kept at bay, but it was unleashed. He was no longer overwhelmed by it all. It was like a moment of clarity. Rivers did what was asked of him and more. He went above and beyond for this gang, putting his neck on the line day in, day out. On the day he was to hand over the reigns, he had one request for Peel. Let him stay as a police officer. It's all he knew. Peel agreed, he thought Rivers could still be a great asset.

Rivers transferred to SWAT and his plan for redemption and revenge, began to unfold. He slowly bided his time, waiting for the right opportunity. They had to pay the ultimate price. Peel and Billy Smacker, both had to die. Those were the two responsible. Peels death was swift and silent. Peel was gunned down on his morning jog, the very same track the two would run together, years before this all unfolded.

Rivers, was once again overwhelmed. But not by  shock or confustion... but satisfaction. Killing Peel was the most gratifying things so far in Rodneys life. All the anger he had carried of the last few months, all seemed to wash away with Peels blood, as it trickled its way down into the bushland. Rivers no longer seeked revenge. Billy Smacka, weary of Rivers refused to meet with him one on one. But all Rivers wanted to do was thank Billy. Billy was just another criminal. Beaten down and trodden until they fought back and grabbed what they wanted in life and let no one else tell them otherwise.

Billy, still cautious of Rodney, released the footage of Rivers executing someone. But it was too late. Rodney had already left the city, on a boat destined for Los Santos, due to there incredibly lax extradition laws.

Arrival in Los Santos
Rodneys first few weeks in Los Santos were rather uneventful, he met people, did some jobs but he never felt like he belonged anywhere. He was starting to lose control, like he had once done before he became a cop. He started drinking heavily and taking drugs. During this time of 'turmoil' Rodney was picked up as a hostage and used inside a bank job that would change Rodneys life. The people who had take Rodney were actually members of the Lunatix MC. Rodney who grew up where the MC was born, had already prio interactions with the President Ash Huddy Hudson. After some words during the job, whatever he said to them, piqued there interest.

Rodney, met up with them and told them his story. Ash, who knew Rodney from Sydney, offered him a hangaround position. Rodney was conflicted. He'd dedicated years of his life to fighting the Lunatix, but what else did he have in life? So he accepted it with open arms. But over the coming weeks, Rodney still wasn't himself. He was still drinking and taking drugs on a whim until one day he woke up, with another persons blood all over him. Rodney sought the help of a therapist. He unloaded on this poor woman. He talked and talked and talked. Then Rodney realised something. He'd never told anyone this. This was the first time since it all happened that he's talking about it. After a few sessions he finally brought up the Lunatix.

He was at a cross roads. He'd spent his entire life, hating these people, bikies in particular. They were ruthless. Took no prisoners and lived for themselves. But wasn't this what Rodney had envisioned for himself, the day he killed Peel? He would live for himself and for his family. Rodney had decided. He would throw himself into helping the Lunatix and prove to them that he was there for the club and for them. He truely fell in love with the MC and finally felt apart of the family during the Lunatix war with the HOA. Rodney admired how they all had their backs and were their for each other. Even in defeat.

A few months had passed and Rodney felt like his Cut, was just around the corner. Him and Huddy had done a few jobs together, and Rodney risked himself daily for the club. He was pouring his heart and soul into it. During Church, they came out and told Rodney they would be going for a ride. They took him too a car park and it turned sour. They interrogated him, throwing out all kinds of accusations and Rodney stood his ground. He knew he had done nothing but good for the club, but they weren't buying it. They covered him in gasoline and told him to get on his knees.

Rodney, accepting that this is how he died. Got on his knees. But it was apart of the initiation into the club. It was a test, to see if he would get on his knees and fear anyone, because that's not what the Lunatix are about. They are ruthless, and fear no one. The Lunatix spared Rodney and then beat him unconscious.

Rodney, realising his mistake wanted to make amends. He only bent the knee to Ash, because he was finally family to him and he didnt want fight his family anymore. If that's how he was meant to die, then so be it, what mattered if it was on his knees or on his feet. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of losing the ones he cared about. He got on his bike, grabbed the stuff he was going to donate to the club before the beating and delivered it.