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412       INTRODUCTION The 'Hellbound Saints Motorcycle Club' isn’t just another gang of roughnecks with bikes and bad tempers. They’re a tight knit brotherhood, flawless, dangerous, fiercely loyal and in a town like Dillimore that means something. They’re not hometown heroes, but they’re not strangers either. Folks might not always like them, but they know better than to pretend they don’t exist. The club was born in the late ‘90s, started by a group of disillusioned veterans and working class men who felt like they had no place in the world anymore. Jobs were drying up, the city was changing, and the only thing they could count on was each other. They weren’t looking to start a gang, they were looking for purpose. But purpose turns into power when you've got enough desperate men and a patch to rally around. Before long, the rides got longer, the nights got wilder, and the money started coming in. Not clean money, but enough to matter. Enough to buy loyalty. Enough to make people take notice. At first, it was smalltime stuff, chop jobs, muscle work, running pills across county lines. But Dillimore's quiet roads made it easy to grow. They built connections in Red County, started cooking their own product, and found themselves neckdeep in business before they even realized how far they’d come. By the time the law took notice, the Saints already had roots too deep to pull out. The locals had mixed feelings. Some feared them, others quietly relied on them. The club would show up when the sheriff wouldn’t, settling scores, finding missing kids, dealing with out of town predators in ways the law couldn’t, or wouldn’t. Of course, help like that always came with a price. But in a place like Dillimore, you don’t ask too many questions. You take the protection, and you mind your own. Now, more than two decades later, the Hellbound Saints are part of the town’s fabric. Not official, not legal, but undeniably there. They’ve buried brothers under Dillimore soil. They’ve spilled blood on its streets. And they’ve made damn sure no one forgets who runs this corner of Red County.       CRIMINAL IMAGE The Saints don’t parade their crimes like trophies. No flashy headlines, no viral videos. Instead, their influence runs quiet and deep, like the slow burn of a backwoods fire that never quite goes out. Their name carries weight in Dillimore and beyond, whispered in the same breath as fear, respect, and a warning not to cross them. They don’t seek the spotlight, but everyone knows when the Saints are near because trouble tends to follow in their wake, whether you see it coming or not.       APPEARANCE They don’t bother with flashy clothes or bright colors. They wear what they’ve earned, a mix of worn leather jackets, faded denim vests, and boots scuffed from years on the road. Their patches are unmistakable. On their backs, the top rocker reads 'Hellbound Saints', with 'Dillimore' or 'Red County' below. Loud Harleys, each bike as unique and rough as its rider. These machines aren’t polished showpieces but they’re tools of survival, rebuilt and battlescarred from countless miles and fights. Tattoos tell their stories too memorials to fallen brothers, symbols of loyalty, or marks from past lives in the military or prison. Dog tags, worn rings made from old bullets, and weathered scars add to the picture of men who’ve been through hell and back.       SCALE Marshal - The undisputed ruler, commands the club with an iron fist and a sharp mind. Every move, every ride, every rule flows from their word. Scourge - Battle-hardened veterans with scars and stories, calling the shots behind the scenes. They keep the peace, plan the moves, and make sure the club stays solid. Wrecker - The muscle of the club. Feared enforcers who settle scores and protect the gang’s turf. When things get rough, the Wreckers get the job done. Prospect - Trusted and established riders still proving their loyalty. They’ve earned respect but gotta keep grinding to claim their full patch and ride solid with the crew. Patch - New members who are officially part of the club. They’re learning the ropes and proving their loyalty.