Is that LEÓN OROZCO? I heard the THIRTY SIX year old belongs to the OUTLAWS MC as the VICE PRESIDENT. I’d stay away from them if I were you. I heard they were EXPLOSIVE, but they can also be UNFLAPPABLE, so proceed at your own risk.
S T A T S
FULL NAME: León Samuel Orozco NICKNAME(S): Leo OCCUPATION: Mechanic at Velocity Motors & Vice President of the Outlaws MC
GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: Mexican/White
BIRTH PLACE: Boyle Heights, Los Angeles, USA HOMETOWN: Boyle Heights, Los Angeles, USA SOCIAL CLASS: Middle Class EDUCATION LEVEL: GED FATHER: Teo Orozco MOTHER: Aoife Orozco neé Doherty SIBLING(S): tba CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): a blockheaded stray pitbull named Carl (don't ask)
B I O G R A P H Y
León Orozco was born into a world that never gave him a chance to be anything but hard. The son of a Mexican father and an Irish-American mother, he grew up in a volatile home where love and violence coexisted. His father, a mechanic with past ties to a cartel-affiliated gang, tried to instill discipline in him, teaching him how to fight, fix bikes, and handle himself in a world that didn’t tolerate weakness. His mother, fiery and unpredictable, had her own struggles, and while she loved him fiercely, her instability often left León fending for himself.
From a young age, he was drawn to trouble. The streets were his real teachers, and by the time he was in his early teens, he was already making a name for himself in underground fights and street hustles. He was smart, but school held no interest for him; the only lessons he cared about were the ones that ensured survival. He learned how to handle a blade before he learned how to drive, and by the time he was sixteen, he had his first charge for aggravated assault.
Violence wasn’t just something he did—it became the language he spoke best. He had a reputation for keeping his cool when it mattered, but when he snapped, it was like a bomb going off. He didn’t just fight to win; he fought to make sure no one ever tried him again. And it worked. People feared him, respected him, but no one ever truly got close to him. Not even family.
Prison was inevitable for León. By nineteen, he was locked up for nearly killing a man in a brawl that got out of hand. It was inside that he met the Outlaws MC. The gang had deep ties in the prison system, running smuggling rings, enforcing debts, and making sure the right people owed them favors. León, with his short fuse and sharp instincts, was the kind of soldier they liked—dangerous, disciplined when needed, and, most importantly, willing to do whatever it took.
He earned his place fast. Not just because of his fists, but because he understood how to play the game. He wasn’t just some thug who liked to throw punches—he was calculating. He knew when to strike and when to bide his time. The older Outlaws took notice, and by the time he got out, they had a place for him. He wasn’t a recruit; he was already family.
Starting at the bottom, he proved himself time and time again. He handled debts, ran protection, and took care of problems no one else wanted to touch. But where others might have been satisfied with being just another soldier, León wanted more. He saw the Outlaws as more than just a brotherhood of bikers—they were power, and power was something he intended to have.
León didn’t just climb the ranks—he carved his way up with blood and fire. He earned his reputation as the Outlaws’ most unpredictable weapon. While he had a hair-trigger temper, he also knew how to use it strategically. He made people fear him before they even had a reason to.
His defining moment came when an internal betrayal nearly shattered the club. One of their own had been feeding information to a rival syndicate, setting them up for ambushes and undercutting their operations. The Outlaws knew there was a traitor, but no one could prove it—until León took matters into his own hands. He figured out who it was, handled it quietly, and left a message so brutal that no one dared to question his loyalty or his willingness to do what needed to be done. That was the day the President started looking at him as more than just muscle.
By the time he was offered the role of Vice President, León had already solidified his place as the enforcer no one wanted to cross. He leaned into the Outlaws’ reputation—if the world wanted to see them as mindless brutes, then he’d be the monster they feared.
To the outside world, León Orozco is the embodiment of the Outlaws MC’s most terrifying aspects: loyalty that runs deeper than blood, an unshakable belief in retribution, and a willingness to do whatever it takes to keep the club on top. While the more refined syndicates may look down on the Outlaws, León doesn’t give a damn. When the chips are down, it’s not strategy that wins wars—it’s who’s willing to get their hands the dirtiest. And no one’s hands are dirtier than his.
H E A D C A N N O N S:
He has a fascination with old mythology, particularly Aztec and Irish legends. He doesn’t talk about it much, but he’s drawn to stories of warriors, gods, and sacrifice—things that reflect the brutal world he’s always known. Sometimes, he sees parallels between those myths and his own life, reinforcing his belief that violence and loyalty are the only true currencies.
He believes that fear is a more reliable currency than respect, though deep down, he craves the latter.
Despite his hardened nature, he has a soft spot for dogs and often finds himself taking in strays, though he never advertises it.
His biggest motivation is proving to himself and others that he is more than just a tool for violence—he wants to leave a lasting mark on the Outlaws, shaping them into something bigger.
He has a deep-seated hatred for snitches and traitors, viewing them as the lowest form of existence. Nothing makes his blood boil more than
W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S H E R E
