This was another entry in same CFW contest...
Maddox Hatley was born in Devil's Bend, OR. His father was killed in Viet Nam, before he was born. Abandoned by his mother @ the age of 4, he was raised by his paternal grandparents. They lived in a secluded cabin in the Oregon woods, where he learned how to hunt, fish & survive off the land. When both his grandparents had eventually passed on, he enlisted in the military @ the age of 32.
Hatley had proven himself a competent soldier, havin' served multiple tours of duty in Iraq & Afghanistan. In the fall of 2005 his convoy was struck by an IED - Maddox was the only survivor of this incident, but he was badly injured. He now bears a wicked scar across his right eyebrow & cheek, as well as a titanium plate in his skull. He also ALWAYS sports his grandfather's Sunday hat to cover the scars from that head surgery (somethin' he began doin' during his time @ the VA psychological hospital, where he was given the name "Mad Hatter"). His unseen injuries are far more severe... he now suffers from what the VA head shrinkers have labled "disassociative reality disorder". He is the quintessential poster child for Post Traumatic Stress. Medications help w/ this, but the only things he truly believes are entirely real are the 3 B's - Bikes, bitches & battles, not always in that order, the rest is just some fabricated "Wonderland" he can't escape from. Oddly enough, the color yellow seems to have a calming effect on him - it reminds him of the daffodils he places on his grandparents grave markers. *NOTE: Historically, the color yellow has often been associated w/ insanity.
After repeated, unsuccessful attempts @ a "normal" existence, he took the majority of his disability compensation & hand-crafted a custom cycle he calls 'Ol Yellar - named after his favorite chilhood movie. He tried to join several outlaw biker gangs, in attempts to find a place where he could "fit in" - all these efforts have ended up w/ the same results - a fellow club member dead by his hand, due to some altercation, either real or imagined & Hatter barely escapin' w/ his life after a blazin' gunfight. Now he just joyrides the American landscape, spendin' his disability checks @ stripclubs, restaurants, gas stations & motels.
3 weeks ago, his travels landed him in Florida, where 'Ol Yellar began experiencin' mechanical issues. Broken down on the side of the road, the Dreadnok mechanic Burn-Out had stopped to assist him (Burn-Out was impressed by the custom chopper & had plans on jackin' it). Burn-Out convinced Maddox to load up the bike in his truck & they would finish repairs @ his shop. When they arrived @ the garage a handful of Noks were hangin' out there - including Thrasher, Torch, Zandar, Zarana, Road Pig & none other than Zartan himself. Hatter couldn't keep his eyes off Zarana & this hadn't gone unnoticed by Road Pig. Havin' had enough of Mad Hatter's lustful gaze - Road Pig approached him sayin' "Once Burn gets done fixin' that piss yellow pony, you're gonna get on it & ride your ugly ass outta here, or I'm...". Even before DeLuca could finish his threat, Hatter had pulled his studded mace & planted it squarely in Road Pig's nutsack, droppin' the big man to his knees. Thrasher & Zarana burst into laughter - Torch & Zandar drew pistols & took aim @ the stranger, just as Zartan stepped in - "Any man who can bring this smelly mountain of muscle to his knees is OK in my book...", looked Hatter in eyes, then continued "How do you feel about becoming a recruit in our little organizition?". Takin' a deep breath, Hatter replied, "Yeah, sure, what the hell." Zartan then enforced the rule that no one was to lay a finger on this man & swiftly landed a boot-kick to Road Pig's face.
For the 1st time in a long while, Mad Hatter feels like he belongs somewhere...
Maddox Hatley was born in Devil's Bend, OR. His father was killed in Viet Nam, before he was born. Abandoned by his mother @ the age of 4, he was raised by his paternal grandparents. They lived in a secluded cabin in the Oregon woods, where he learned how to hunt, fish & survive off the land. When both his grandparents had eventually passed on, he enlisted in the military @ the age of 32.
Hatley had proven himself a competent soldier, havin' served multiple tours of duty in Iraq & Afghanistan. In the fall of 2005 his convoy was struck by an IED - Maddox was the only survivor of this incident, but he was badly injured. He now bears a wicked scar across his right eyebrow & cheek, as well as a titanium plate in his skull. He also ALWAYS sports his grandfather's Sunday hat to cover the scars from that head surgery (somethin' he began doin' during his time @ the VA psychological hospital, where he was given the name "Mad Hatter"). His unseen injuries are far more severe... he now suffers from what the VA head shrinkers have labled "disassociative reality disorder". He is the quintessential poster child for Post Traumatic Stress. Medications help w/ this, but the only things he truly believes are entirely real are the 3 B's - Bikes, bitches & battles, not always in that order, the rest is just some fabricated "Wonderland" he can't escape from. Oddly enough, the color yellow seems to have a calming effect on him - it reminds him of the daffodils he places on his grandparents grave markers. *NOTE: Historically, the color yellow has often been associated w/ insanity.
After repeated, unsuccessful attempts @ a "normal" existence, he took the majority of his disability compensation & hand-crafted a custom cycle he calls 'Ol Yellar - named after his favorite chilhood movie. He tried to join several outlaw biker gangs, in attempts to find a place where he could "fit in" - all these efforts have ended up w/ the same results - a fellow club member dead by his hand, due to some altercation, either real or imagined & Hatter barely escapin' w/ his life after a blazin' gunfight. Now he just joyrides the American landscape, spendin' his disability checks @ stripclubs, restaurants, gas stations & motels.
3 weeks ago, his travels landed him in Florida, where 'Ol Yellar began experiencin' mechanical issues. Broken down on the side of the road, the Dreadnok mechanic Burn-Out had stopped to assist him (Burn-Out was impressed by the custom chopper & had plans on jackin' it). Burn-Out convinced Maddox to load up the bike in his truck & they would finish repairs @ his shop. When they arrived @ the garage a handful of Noks were hangin' out there - including Thrasher, Torch, Zandar, Zarana, Road Pig & none other than Zartan himself. Hatter couldn't keep his eyes off Zarana & this hadn't gone unnoticed by Road Pig. Havin' had enough of Mad Hatter's lustful gaze - Road Pig approached him sayin' "Once Burn gets done fixin' that piss yellow pony, you're gonna get on it & ride your ugly ass outta here, or I'm...". Even before DeLuca could finish his threat, Hatter had pulled his studded mace & planted it squarely in Road Pig's nutsack, droppin' the big man to his knees. Thrasher & Zarana burst into laughter - Torch & Zandar drew pistols & took aim @ the stranger, just as Zartan stepped in - "Any man who can bring this smelly mountain of muscle to his knees is OK in my book...", looked Hatter in eyes, then continued "How do you feel about becoming a recruit in our little organizition?". Takin' a deep breath, Hatter replied, "Yeah, sure, what the hell." Zartan then enforced the rule that no one was to lay a finger on this man & swiftly landed a boot-kick to Road Pig's face.
For the 1st time in a long while, Mad Hatter feels like he belongs somewhere...
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