Is that THOMAS 'TOMMY' HATCH? I heard the THIRTY-TWO year old belongs to the OUTLAWS MC as a MEMBER. I’d stay away from them if I were you. I heard they were DYSFUNCTIONAL, but they can also be LOYAL, so proceed at your own risk.
tl;dr biography key points.
tw drug use, religion, mental illness
Born in Utah into a strict Mormon family, middle of five siblings, desperate to fit in but struggled with depression and anxiety. To cope, he turned to drugs.
Kicked out after barely graduating, moved to Salt Lake City but struggled to stay afloat; kept in touch with siblings through letters.
Tara, his younger sister, died of an overdose; parents blamed him for leading her into sin. No one even knew she had a problem.
Soon after, he got into a nasty car accident that injured multiple people, was arrested for a dui and vehicle assault as well as possesstion sentenced to ten years in prison.
Taylor, his older sister, was his only support, visiting him in prison and introducing him to the Outlaws MC.
Got clean before release (only did 5 years with good behavior) but relapsed in LA, pushing through to earn his patch with the Outlaws.
Now five years in, he manages Red Label Liquor, bartends on the side. Craves a leadership position within the MC but his unreliability makes it hard.
Loyal to a fault, but his struggles keep him walking a fine line between stability and self-destruction. To outsiders he’s a friendly, affable young man with a bright smile and an unquenchable urge to help and support those he cares about. It's not until you get to know him that the cracks start showing.
UPDATE - May 2024, Tommy's sister and her husband were killed by a gun to the back of the head by an unknown source, with the trailer they were living in coincidentally set on fire and burned to the ground. See the plot drop HERE and Tommy's self-para from the immediate aftermath HERE.
headcanons and wanted connections.
Since the death of his sister and brother-in-law and the destruction of his home, Tommy has been couch surfing and sleeping in his car while he looks for an apartment.
Huge animal lover! A farm boy at heart, he convinced Taylor and an her husband to let him raise chickens. Those are his babies for real -- since the fire they are being taken care of by a friend.
His drug of choice is pills, but he also reaches for heroin if that's what's available. It's rare that he's not on at least a little something just to function, whatever that may be. More often than not there's a cigarette hanging from his lips.
Constantly listening to music, it helps fill the quiet and dull out the noise in his head. If you're trying to get his attention you'll either need to tap him on the shoulder or make a show of waving him down.
Good with his hands in a very fix-anything-with-duct-tape-and-sheer-determination type of way. Whether it be fixing a bike, building a chicken coop, patching a leaky pipe, he's got it.
wanted connections found here.
full biography.
Thomas Hatch was born in Utah, the middle of five kids in a strict Mormon household where faith was law and there wasn’t much room for struggle—only prayer, discipline, and the expectation that you’d fall in line. And Tommy tried. God, he tried. He wanted to be the son they deserved, the good and faithful boy who prayed hard enough, believed deeply enough, to rid himself of the darkness clawing at his chest. But no matter how much he wanted it, no matter how desperately he searched for something to make him whole, it never came. His older siblings, Ty and Taylor, had figured it out before he did. He hadn’t understood it then—why they'd left, gone so far away with only the occasional phone call home. But as he got older, the answer became clearer; saying meant suffocating. They left because they had to. Yet, even with this knowledge, this understanding at his behest., Tommy's desire to be loved remained. To be a part of something.
By the time he was a teenager, Tommy was constantly in trouble—picking fights, skipping church, sneaking out. The harder he tried to be who his parents wanted, the more he felt himself slipping, like he was unraveling at the seams. His parents clung to faith, convinced he just needed more prayer, more discipline. That if he just believed harder, the darkness would go away.
Then he found drugs. And suddenly, nothing else mattered.
The first time they caught him high, they sent him to the bishop. The second time, they locked him in his room for a weekend with only his bible to keep him entertained. The third time, they kicked him out. He barely scraped by to graduate before they washed their hands of him. And even then, as he packed his bags and left for Salt Lake City—only half an hour away, but still a world apart—some part of him wanted them to stop him. To fight for him. To remind him that he was still their son. But they didn’t. So he left.
Even after everything, he still wrote to his siblings. It wasn’t the same, but it was something—fragments of home, a reminder that not all ties had been severed. They sent back news of their lives, updates about the farm, careful omissions about their parents. It wasn’t enough, but Tommy held onto it anyway. He told himself he’d figure it out, that he’d prove them wrong, but addiction didn’t loosen its grip just because he wanted it to. Jobs came and went. The struggle got harder. And every day, the idea of turning things around felt more impossible.
Then Tara died.
His younger sister, the family’s golden child, the one who did everything right—gone from an overdose, shortly after his twenty-third birthday. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t seen her in years, hadn’t spoken to her in person since their parents cut him out. They blamed him anyway. Said she followed in his footsteps. Said he led her straight into sin. He didn’t argue. Didn’t fight back. He just let the weight of it crush him. He wasn't even allowed to attend the funeral.
It wasn’t long before his habits caught up with him. He got himself into a nasty car accident that injured the passengers in the other vehicle, and was promptly arrested for a DUI, vehicular assault, and possession. Sentenced to ten years in prison.
Taylor was the only ones who stood by him. The only one who visited, who sent letters, who reminded him that even if the rest of the family had written him off, he wasn’t completely alone. Through Taylor, he learned about the Outlaws MC. She’d been with them for years by then, told him that when he got out, he should come find her in Los Angeles. That if he wanted to start over, this was his shot. And for the first time in a long time, something in him actually wanted to try.
His last year inside, he forced himself to get clean. Told himself he wouldn’t fuck it up, and after only five years was released due to good behavior. But sobriety never came easy, and as soon as he got out and moved to LA to start prospecting, he relapsed. Still, he pushed through, earning his patch, his place in the club, and a reason to keep going.
Now, five years later, Tommy is still with the Outlaws, managing Red Label Liquor and picking up bartending shifts whenever he needs extra cash. At his core, he’s a good guy—loyal, dependable, the kind of man who would give the shirt off his back to the people he loves. But addiction doesn’t care about good intentions, and Tommy has spent his whole life teetering on the edge. The only question now is—how much further can he go before he falls?
UPDATE (also seen above) - May 2024, Tommy's sister and her husband were killed by a gun to the back of the head by an unknown source, with the trailer they were living in coincidentally set on fire and burned to the ground. See the plot drop HERE and Tommy's self-para from the immediate aftermath HERE.
