(Finn Cole, cis man, he/him) Someone said they saw [JASON MACAVOY] around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s Murder.. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The [28] year old claims to be [SOUTH OF THE BORDER] at the time of the murder. They are said to be [LOYAL], which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also [HOT-HEADED]. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they [ARE NOT] a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the [RIFT RIDER] who happens to be the [ENFORCER] is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
stats.
full name: jason thomas macavoy nicknames: jay, jayjay, mac birthday: april 5th age: twenty- eight birthplace: bronx, ny star sign: ares gender: cis man pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual gang affiliation: rift riders mc rank: enforcer cover: bouncer at peach pitt & street fighter when the money gets tight theme song: warrior by bonez languages: english, little spanish mostly slang
physical.
face claim: finn cole hair color: dirty blonde eye color: icy blue height: 6ft 2in weight: 237lbs build: big, burly, and muscular, very tom hardy in the warrior tattoos: yes, similar to above plus an achilles one I need to think about more. he also has “fear no man” across his traps because he thought it was badass at 19 & a couple of smaller, more meaningful ones on his hands…definitely has the rift riders emblem on him somewhere, too. scars: very many, more scar than skin, each with a story. most notable a thick gash on the left side of his torso from a cheap shot with a shank he took in the slammer. hair style: typically keeps it short
blood.
mother: heidi macavoy, estranged father: ma never mentioned him uncle: tommy macavoy, deceased half-siblings: sophia cole (same mom) pets: none
personality.
positives (+): determined, dauntless, loyal, strong, protective negatives (-): reckless, hot headed, stubborn, uncouth, set in his ways MBTI: ISTP fears: pssh none. losing the people closest to him, what his anger is capable of if he unleashes it & dancing (can do the magic mike dolphin dive thing) element: fire hogwarts house: gryffindor drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: no, fighting is his high / yes/ yes aesthetics: a string of purpling bruises fresh from a fight, a pack of marlboro reds to take the edge off, raw knuckles, broken beer bottles, cigarette smoke clouding a room, gaping holes in the wall, more scar than skin, thick layer of sweat sheathing toned muscles & the ol’ 1, 2 straight to the dome. character inpso: tom conlon (warrior), james burns (jamesy boy), dom toretto (fast & furious), ryan atwood (the oc), shawn hunter (boy meets world), jon snow (GoT), if hulk & cap had a son (marvel), && just very 90’s kid from the wrong side of the tracks coded.
biography.
TW: fighting, death, fire, alcohol
Jason Macavoy didn't just come into the world fighting—he clawed his way out of it. His first breath thick with the stench of cheap liquor and sweat, drawn in the back room of some seedy dive deep in the belly of the Bronx. It was the very spot his mother worked the pole and met the high-roller who knocked her up all those years ago. The chump never stuck around, forcing Jason and his mom to move back home to California and into the charge of his uncle, a washed-up middle weight champ and local Rift Valley cautionary tale, Tommy Macavoy. It wasn’t long before his mother walked out. Popped out another kid with a different guy, then left seven-year-old Jason in Tommy’s cramped apartment above the gym he owned. His uncle wasn’t good for much anymore except for drinking and coaching and a game of eight-ball at the local dive. He was a mediocre ol’ man at best and a liability at worst. Most of what he earned went to the bottle or the bookie, but Uncle Tommy was there—and to Jason, that counted for something.
From a young age, Jason was drawn to trouble. He was a brute of a kid with too much fight and nowhere to put it, often left to fend for himself. He had street smarts sure, but school held no interest for him and his hot temper often got the better of him. The Valley streets became his most formidable teachers and violence was the language he spoke best—a dialect Tommy didn’t just understand but was fluent in. Where most saw nothing but another lost cause, his uncle saw potential and funneled all that fire into MMA, forging Jason into somewhat of a fighting prodigy.
By the time Jason was 16, he was well on his way to secure a UFC contract. He was even said to have the best left hook since Connor McGregor and was called “the next big thing” of the fighting world. But as Jason’s athletic prowess grew, so did his competitive edge and hot temper that continued to get him into trouble in and out of the cage.
During a championship tournament, Jason’s career ended before it could even start. He lost all control, allowing a cheap shot below the belt to ignite a wrath in him he didn’t even know he had. He was enraged, shouting and swearing at the referee for the unfair call before striking him and getting himself ejected from the tournament and barred from the league.
Not long after Jason was banned, his uncle’s gym and any shot at redemption went up in smoke in the dead of night. Some say it was nothing more than a drunk’s forgotten cigarette that caused the fire, but others knew better. Tommy owed a lot of money to a lot of people, and his death hardened Jason in a way no punch or beating ever could, igniting within him a powder keg of vengeance and nowhere to aim it.
With his world reduced to ashes, Jason was going nowhere—fast. His short fuse once again got the better of him. This time during a bar fight gone wrong, landing him a short stint in prison. He was sentenced as an adult despite still being a minor and did eighteen months of hard time as a punishment.
It was behind bars Jason found the Rift Riders—or rather, they found him mid-scrap in the yard, hungry for a place that could put his restless fists to good use. The MC saw something in him Jason couldn’t. They never backed down when he brandished his knuckles and bared his teeth at them. They never asked him to change or tried to douse the fight Tommy had instilled in him. No, the MC capitalized. They taught Jason what Tommy failed to. They taught him how to use it—how to aim it.
By the time Jason got out, the MC had a place for him. He was exactly the kind of soldier they liked—brutal, disciplined when necessary, and most importantly, willing to go to whatever lengths to prove his loyalty. From the grunt work of polishing bikes to handling debts and taking care of the shit no one else wanted to, he stepped up. While most might have been satisfied with becoming just another patch, Jason wanted to do more. He saw the MC as more than just some band of bikers who ruled the streets—he saw them as family.
And so, Jason didn’t just climb the ranks—he carved his way up with fists and blood, earning himself a reputation over the past ten years as the Rift Rider’s most loyal and lethal enforcer. Just days ago trusted to handle a debt collection down in Mexico on behalf of the club—on behalf of Miles Logan.
To pay the bills, he works as a bouncer at Rift Rider stronghold, Peach Pitt, and fights for cash, growing more and more accustomed to the gritty underground lifestyle, the brawls, the bikes, the booze. Because Jason learned a long ass time ago that blood never made a family—loyalty did.
headcanons.
Jason is an old soul at heart, especially when it comes to technology. He currently uses a refurbished Nokia 3310 phone with a T9 keypad, hence why he texts like a 12 year old. That said, Jay would much rather call someone than text or do it in person then from behind a screen and doesn’t use social media. Would have thrived in the 90’s.
His fighting style is to disarm but will not hesitate to take someone out. His left hook is in fact deadly and brute force is his specialty. He also knows all the pressure points and how to put someone to sleep. In the cage, he’s very no frills, no fanfare. If he can get the job done with one punch, snag his cash, and bounce, he will. Fighting is very clinical to him; it’s not a show. Also, carries a glock 17 wherever he goes.
He has absolutely no love for traitors and snitches, and he believes they deserve whatever the hell is coming for ‘em. To him, it’s a crime far worse than murder and nothing pisses him off more than a rat.
Jason is a pool shark. His uncle taught him when he was a kid, and every Wednesday night they’d go to the local dive to mess around and hustle customers for cash. It’s one of Jay’s most cherished memories of his uncle.
Rare, but when Jason is drunk enough he can low-key rap along to the best of ‘em. Get Rich or Die Tryin was the first CD he ever jacked from the corner store and for better or for worse, he knows every single word of that album by heart.
Christina Aguilera stan. The Dirrty music video did something to his pre-teen brain chemistry & he wasn’t the same since. He had her poster hanging in his bedroom growing up, even took it with him when he moved out. It somehow survived the fire; Jason doesn’t question it.
Die hard Yankees fan despite living on the west coast and will proudly rock his NY snapback—usually backwards. He tells himself it's hometown pride but in truth rooting for the Yanks is one of the few fond memories he has left of his mother.
He’s secretly into mythology, mainly stories about heroes and warriors, and of gods and sacrifice—stories that mimic a world that isn’t so different from the one he’s come to know now. Sometimes, he even finds similarities between those myths and his own life, confirming his own belief that violence and loyalty are the only true measures of a man.
Jason rides a custom black 2012 Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport (FXDX). It was his first big boy purchase after making some extra cash. He also drives a ‘69 red Camaro SS that he inherited from his uncle after he died. He takes meticulous care of her and will call the Camaro his baby. No one is allowed to drive her other than himself.
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