<strong>Name:</strong>Chase McCabe<br/><strong>Position In Club:</strong>President<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>37<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Glasgow, Scotland<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/20000000/Christan-Kane-christian-kane-20088106-769-1024.jpg)[/center</div></div></div><strong>Vehicle of Choice:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://myloveforyouistickingclock.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/streetbob.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Skills:</strong>Like many other current members of the Club, Chase served in the military becoming a member of the SAS. He's a moderate mechanic and has become a very capable "Outlaw" Biker, that is to say he has intimate knowledge of how most Outlaw Biker Gangs operate and how to conduct business, from setting up and maintaining a new racket to dealing and negotiating with other groups. As the owner of "McCabe's Rides" he is unsurprisingly talented enough at legitimate business and retail to keep a legitimate small company afloat.<br/><strong>Day job:</strong>Owner of a Motorbike retail yard<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Chase McCabe is a black knight, he does good things in bad ways. Quite a man for local community he's been an advocate within the club for looking out for their own and keeping their area clean since he's been important enough to voice an opinion. Chase however certainly expects total commitment from his boys. If someone isn't giving one hundred they have no place in the Club as far as he goes. The President will gladly put a bullet in someone to protect one of his lads, but when he asks for a job done he expects it be done without questions asked. Its not to say he keeps his cards close to his chest within the Club nor does he keep them in the dark, but every so often the information comes<em>afterwards</em>for one reason or another, usually just because its an emergency and needs to be done fast. All that being said, Heaven protect the poor sap who interupts Chase watching a football match or someone who tells him to call it "soccer."<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Chase McCabe was, in his early years, a rather normal young boy. He did normal boy things like play football and eat fried mars bars. In his teenage years he discovered an interest in motorbikes, so many cool dudes on tv made it look undeniably the embodiment of badass. It was in his late teenage years that he got rather bored of being a "normal" young man, rather everything was normal about him. Even in school his results consistently came back as being "average." He started eating more fruit, spent more time getting good exersize (until he was old enough to join a gym and not look a fool). At 18 a more confident, socially desirable and physically fit Chase finished school. Continuing a family tradition he joined the army, just like his dear old Grandfather.<br/><br/>Chase however would not be satisfied with something regular, he had one objective and he'd be satisfied with nothing else. S.A.S. When it came to the Military there was absolutely nothing more impressive then terrifying SAS. Sure enough Chase ran the training programme and came out on top. Who'd have thought the young boy who ate too many mars bars would become a member of the SAS. Well he did. What he didn't expect was Bosnia and that the SAS would get involved with NATO. Chase served his time and after Bosnia took his leave. Like many others however, when he returned afterwards he found himself having difficulty in blending back in with regular society. It was on the open road with a bike between his legs that he started to feel at home. Once the hero's welcome wore off he found himself actually feeling rather outcast. The rules and expectations were turned on their heads.<br/><br/>It was during a vacation to ride route 66 that he discovered the world of Outlaw Biker Gangs. At first it was just some guys admiring his bike and vice versa, then it was a drink, then it was getting up to a little mischief. Next thing he knew his was finishing the ride with some guys who were sure enough, an Outlaw Biker Gang. Chase returned home but ultimately knew life in Britain didn't hold very much for him. He packed his bags, sold what he could and moved over. Once he was set up he sought out his riding buddies and became a prospect. He ran his first year and shockingly enough, the group accepted the him into their ranks. He was a member for only one year before he became the Sergeant at Arms, the previous having been shot several times in his own home. Despite his relatively short career with the group he was the most suitable for the position, that whole SAS training thing. At least that's what it appeared to be. Six months in the President tried to bring him in on a little deal. The President and Secretary had been carving money off the side and lining their own pockets. Soon enough however the VP approached him and explained he was suspicious of the President and had some evidence on the questionable activities. What resulted was a civil war amongst the club. In the end only three men walked away, Chase being the only officer. They recruited, reformed, rebuilt and once the club was large enough the acting President Chase McCabe was made full deal. He's been running the show for over ten years now and with the Club in better condition then ever & an Old Lady twelve years his junior he has no interest in stepping down.