The Lost Motorcycle Club

[Marksy]

 

 

 

The Lost Motorcycle Club is an outlaw motorcycle club that has been operating since 1964 after the club was founded by eight U.S. Marines in Hanoi, North Vietnam who named the club 'The Lost' in honour of their fallen friends. The Lost MC had since arrived in Blaine County in pursuit of further riches, but have been met with resistance and trouble - requiring the chapter to be rebuilt almost from the ground up following its demise.

History

The lost has primarily been based in stab city since it made it's move from liberty city to san andreas. Over the years the lost had has it's troubles between conflicts with rival organisations and being targeted by federal agencies and law enforcement the club had a rocky few years with multiple changes of leadership and membership causing disarray and instability in the club.

A few years on from the move to San andreas, the lost is now under stable leadership and operate as the most prominent street dealers in san andreas, from weapons and drug trafficking to money laundering, bank robbery and racketeering, the lost are an infamous criminal organisation and 1%er motorcycle club.

Goals 

Acquire all properties in stab city

acquire a legal business to launder money

maintain status as the largest arms dealers in san andreas 

invest further in more legal business ventures 

get the lost fight championship up and running 

maintain control of blaine county 

Ranks

President

Vice President

Sgt at Arms

Warlord

Secretary

Treasurer

Road Captain

Tail Gunner

Chaplain

Lieutenant

Enforcer

Member 

Prospect

Hangaround

President:
Leads a Lost MC chapter. Oversees and directs the club and is head of the High Table, working closely with the Vice-President on anything that requires the President's attention. Focuses more on long-term planning and operations.
Vice-President:
Works directly with the High Table members to oversee day-to-day operations, making sure everybody is doing their jobs and relaying more important information to the President.
SGT at Arms:
Manages the soldiers of the club, oversees the trafficking operations, carries out club business that is of an illegal nature.
Warlord:
Takes command of the soldiers during combat situations and assumes position of the SGT at Arms whenever unavailable
Secretary:
Represents the Vice-President and President to other organisations, oversees recruitment and the Treasurer. 
Treasurer:
Manages the clubs books, accounts and all general finances.
Road Captain:
Manages club vehicles, oversees ride outs, handles traffic police.
Lieutenant:
Works closely with the SGT at Arms to oversee the club soldiers, supervises soldiers and can lead situations on behalf of the SGT at Arms
Chaplain:
Mediates conflicts within the club and offers advice and guidance to members.
Tail Gunner:
Rides at the back of convoys to assist the Read Captain during convoys
Enforcer:
Enforces discipline among the members and works with Lieutenant on ensuring jobs are accomplished swiftly. 
Member:
A full patched member of the club. Enjoys the privileges and rights of being part of the club and once a member cannot leave without either dying, being removed or requesting that the High Table let them leave.
Tattooed in.
Prospect:
A potential member of the club that has been sponsored by a full member to join the Lost. Enjoys no privileges, has no rights.
Hang-around:
A non-member of the club that may potentially be on their way to prospect. Is expected to be quiet, do as they're told and demonstrate their worth.

Values

The Lost Motorcycle Club live by a strict set of morals and values that every member of the club lives by. We do not wrong, rob or harm anyone who hasn’t wronged us previously. We are never the instigators we end conflicts we do not start them. Every member is taught the values of the club when they are given their patch and ink.

Becoming a member and receiving your ink is the highest honor within the club, every promotion is carefully scrutinized and voted on by the membership after weeks/months of hard work and proving of worthiness, there is a special ceremony held after church meetings where promotions are announced.

Members are also tracked on contributions to the club and personal achievements, patching ceremonies take place every week where members receive patches for their kuttes to decorate their achievements in plain view stitched onto the front of them.

Every week the club showcase themselves proudly to the city by taking a structured ride-out around the city led by the Road Captain, this is a way the club show their presence but also a way to attract potential new hang-arounds and business partners.

Style

The Lost can be recognised by their kuttes, with the Lost eagle sprawled across their backs. The Lost can be seen driving around on their Western Motorcycles or in their trucks and offroad vehicles when the situation requires it.

Bikes

Trucks

Misc

OOC

MUST NOT HAVE THE ((NEW PLAYER)) TAG!

MUST HAVE NO ADMIN PUNISHMENTS IN THE LAST 30 DAYS!

MUST HAVE A GOOD ATTITUDE NO WIN MENTALITY!

MUST FOCUS ON RP WE ARE AN RP HEAVY FACTION!

MUST REMAIN FRIENDLY AND RESPECTFUL WITH THE COMMUNITY ON AN OOC LEVEL

NO RACISM, SEXISM OR SLURS OF ANY KIND

MUST RP AN APPROPRIATE CHARACTER AS A MEMBER OF THE LOST

 

 

 

Edited August 6, 2024 by Marksy

[Marksy]

 

 

 

Activities

The Lost Motorcycle Club is an infamous 1%er club known for their outlaw activities and strong brotherhood. Operating primarily out of Stab City in Blaine County, the club has carved out a notorious reputation within the region.

Stab City serves as the central hub for The Lost MC's operations. Situated in a remote area of Blaine County, this encampment provides a strategic base of operations for the club’s various illegal enterprises, including drug trafficking, arms smuggling, and other organized criminal activities. The location's isolation offers both a defensive advantage and a buffer against law enforcement scrutiny.

As a criminal organization we partake in many different variations of activities, from gun running and drug cooking, to bank and store robberies and chopping stolen cars.

The Lost isn’t all about it’s illegal activities however, every week the club get together for their meeting to discuss politics and strategy, promotions and commendations for members which are presented at a patching ceremony after every meeting. 
After the patching ceremony the club will take themselves around the city on a ride-out, driving to different hot spots to show their presence and ride in formation.

Edited August 6, 2024 by Marksy

[Marksy]

 

Diplomacy

For the Lost, diplomacy is crucial in their role as arms dealers. Navigating the intricate networks of illegal arms trade requires a keen ability to forge and maintain alliances, negotiate terms, and manage conflicts with rival factions and law enforcement. Effective diplomacy ensures the smooth operation of their business, allowing them to secure favorable deals, mitigate risks, and expand influence.

Events

The Lost are also well known for the events they host, from barbecues and parties at their bar in Sandy Shores, to events at their home in Stab City, to exclusive openings of their night club Twilight, and their upcoming fight league fight nights in The Lost Fight Championships.

 

Edited August 6, 2024 by Marksy

[Marksy]

 

Businesses

The Lost are notoriously known for their illicit business in weapons and narcotics but in order to operate successfully under the radar they also operate legal fronts in order to launder money, host events to present a friendly front to the community and to law enforcement, their main two businesses being "The Outpost" and "The Boathouse"

The Outpost

The Outpost is the Lost's public bar based in Sandy Shores, it's old rustic aesthetic really provides a chilled out vibe for travelers and bikers alike, grab a beer kick back and relax with some classic rock and good vibes,

The Boathouse

The Boathouse is the home of the Lost's legal fighting arena, home to the Lost Fighting Championships, fighters register and compete in a league system fighting for pride, money and titles. 

The Lost prides itself on it's business operations and they're a vital cog in the operational machine. Using these businesses to keep up appearances is vital to continue operating under the radar.

Edited August 12, 2024 by Marksy

[Rizza]

[Marksy]

[Rizza]

[Superdizzle78]

[gypsypickle]

[Marksy]

 

Video credit to Ally Jean

 

Lost and Found

It was a quiet evening in stab city when suddenly some familiar faces arrived, the police departments gang task force. They gave a warning to all the Lost members that they'd be locking down the area and that they'd need to vacate, the lost members knew all too well what this means, someone was about to be raided by SWAT and detectives.

It was Rizza's trailer unfortunately, cops had been hanging around stab for over a week, gathering all the evidence they would need to obtain a warrant. The club new that they'd be taking a monumental as well as rizza himself, with millions of dollars worth of weapons and millions of dollars worth of narcotics inside this one was going to be a hard hitting blow for the club to take but these things can happen.

PD seemed pretty smug about the raid thinking they'd gained some sort of bragging rights, but oh boy how wrong they were, they had no idea what was about to hit them, what was coming. A few weeks later the Lost were notified that they had a special delivery coming from the Cartel, and that Midnight club would be assisting with the transport and delivery. Under strict instructions using GPS tools to track LEO positions and movements and to assist if they got involved with full force and any means necessary to put a stop to them. 

Leo knew not to ask questions about how the Cartel had managed to pull this off, but the delivery contained everything that was taken by PD in the raid, from the drugs to the guns and the ammo, this was a bright day for the Lost recouping that which they thought was lost and a real spit in the fact of the detectives who'd wronged them in the first place.

Edited September 2, 2024 by Marksy

[pixxl]

The Stand Off 

The night started with a few members of Lost MC scouting out labs to cook some drugs, after some time, it was discovered that “Container 2” was lined with tables ready to be used. It only started with a few members going down while another few did other things before coming down. After the past few days of many gangs getting raided in labs by cops, we took every precaution possible after only being there for not even an hour. It was quiet all up until everyone in the lab heard a familiar voice shout “LSPD ALL HANDS UP, YOU WILL BE SHOT IF YOU PULL A GUN!” Everyone began firing at the door in unison when cops began flooding into the lab, after a very short exchange of gunfire, the first wave of LEOs were quickly dealt with, only losing a couple of members in the process.

After the first wave of cops was swiftly killed, with no real impact on the situation, the cops quickly began rethinking the situation. After a 4-hour standoff, with the cops sending in, smokes, teargas, grenades, heavy snipers, R/C cars, and even another wave of police rushed the door with more than double what they sent the first time. It eventually all came to an end with over 8 of the members inside the lab losing their lives due to the overwhelming explosives and heavy gunfire, and over 10 law enforcement losing their lives. Two members of Lost, unfortunately, got arrested with 11 murder charges and bore the loss of their close friends all because LEOs can’t take a loss and resorted to extreme lethal force.  

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[Tuco666]

 

A new beginning

Born and raised in Culiacán, Mexico, Tuco Navaro grew up surrounded by violence and drug trafficking. His father, Nacho Navaro, had always kept him close to the business and one day, he handed Tuco a crucial task: travel to Los Santos and set up a drug operation.

Tuco expected an easy takeover, but once he arrived in Los Santos, he quickly realized things weren’t as he expected. The drug market was already saturated and his chances of succeding were low. For 8 months he struggled to make progress, but during that time, he crossed paths with members of a local motorcycle club called “Lost MC”. Having a common passion for motorcycles and guided by the same values, Tuco quickly built strong bonds with the club members. After talking on the phone with his dad, he eventually got the green light to stay in Los Santos.

For the first time, Tuco felt truly happy. He had found a place with less violence. Knowing the club could count on him, he began spending more time with them, helping with daily tasks and becoming a regular presence.

 

Edited September 15, 2024 by Tuco666

[GetSchwiftay]

 

 It was a quiet night in Stab City when the Cartel rolled in with an opportunity for the members of  The Lost. The Cartel took a group of four members to a secluded cove to help build a new drug lab. While there, the group of members were able to give suggestions on how the lab should be built from their perspective and experience. These suggestions included adding more defensive barriers like metal sheets and vantage points in case the lab gets pushed by gangs while cooking. While the lab was being setup and tested, members were allowed to cook freely for 2 days before the rest of the city discovered the new lab. This was an advantage that many members took, boosting the amount of drugs the clubs owns as well as money in the members' pockets. Members enjoyed their time in the new lab and successfully kept the secret until they no longer could. 

Edited September 22, 2024 by GetSchwiftay

[SneakySniper]

 

1. The hunt:
   The lost had been needing an event for a long while now, and who else to do it than Elena, Luna, and I? We had been craving for something to do and now more than ever seemed like the perfect time to do it.
   We took to brainstorming ideas for a fun and enjoyable event that all lost can take part in and have a good time. We decided on a Scavenger hunt. Fitting the criteria of what we wanted, we got to work. Planning meticulous details such as poems, prizes and teams. The aim of the scavenger hunt is to use poems given by us to locate where we were. Once you found that specific person, You'd take a picture, using the polaroid's and be told the following clue for the next person. This was because we wanted our own twist on the hunt, something to distinguish ourselves from others. Once you found all 4 people, Me, Luna, Vivian and Elena, you would race back to stab, presenting your polaroid's to me and claiming your prize. We made each poem to fit the person you’d have to find.

    

    

    

    

    

    

    
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   It was a well-rounded race, with a few teams leading the way, racing from person to person. Some teams struggled to find the locations, while other teams found them with ease. Once the top 3 teams left the final person, Elena

    

    

    

    

    

    

    
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   at Mount Gordo, they raced back to Stab to solidify their standing and claim their prizes

 

[Luna333]

Luna and Rizza’s story started in the heart of the city’s criminal underworld, where danger was the norm and trust was rare. Their paths first crossed at drug labs throughout the city. Rizza’s gang had a reputation for robbing everyone, but when it came to Luna, he always let her walk free.

 

Their fast paced lives kept them just out of reach of each other for a while until one day at Right Lake, things changed. They exchanged numbers by the crack tables, Luna was going to help supply him with drugs. Rizza, in turn, promised her protection. An offer that felt like more than just business. It wasn’t long before Luna called him up, asking him to hold the labs she frequented with his boys while she cooked. The job could’ve been done alone, but she wanted him there.

 

The texts for backup soon turned flirty, Luna daring him to come see her at the clubs she danced at. Rizza took the bait, and before long, he was there nearly every night she performed. Each private dance gave them more time together, a chance to escape the chaos of the streets and be alone, if only for a few minutes. Rizza would stay late waiting for her shift to end, to sweep her away into the night. They were usually retreating to the calm quiet of Luna’s city apartment, where the worries of the day faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own world.

 

Wanting a change, Rizza made his next move; leaving his old gang behind and joining the Lost MC. Not long after Luna followed, patching in and embracing the outlaw life with him. They rode fast, lived wild, and made their way through the ranks, side by side. Luna eventually earning the title of Enforcer and Rizza the Treasurer.

 

One evening after a long day of making meth in the lab with the MC, they set up a sunset picnic for two on a deserted beach somewhere in Paleto. Under the twinkling stars, Rizza pulled out a ring and asked Luna to be his forever. She didn’t hesitate to say “YES!”. A month later, they married. Surrounded by their MC family, bound not just by love, but by loyalty and a life lived without fear.

Mr. and Mrs. Saint; outlaws, lovers, and partners till the end.

[ButtzyConnors]

 The Lost  and Horizon, met for the first time at the vineyard to discuss future plans and a possible alliance. The Lost arrived up in a convoy of bikes who were greeted by many familiar faces, many of them are great friends of the members and have a long history of working with The Lost. The meeting went well and after business was conducted it was decided that to solidify their new alliance they would go on a "ride out" during the week. A new alliance, new friendships made and a bright future for both organizations.

[Swain]

 

Bad Business

By this point in time everyone knows that The Lost are the number 1 go to for those people looking to spend their hard earned money on some...harder to aquire items.
As you'd imagine, overtime, business dealings can be mutually beneficial for all parties involved....but what happens when that stops being the case?
Unfortunately for redacted, they had to learn that mutual respect only goes so far. If The Lost uses their connections to aquire items for you, then we expect to see a steady flow of goods coming our way to help with our daily business.
After a while, the members of command within The Lost noticed there wasn't much coming their way from redacted, yet they were still getting supplied regularly from The Lost. They decided to keep a close eye on the supplies coming their way and after some time of little to nothing coming forward, a vote was held and the decision was made to cut the supply!
But fear not, in the long run.....The Lost lives on.....

[gypsypickle]

A Patch of Memories

During the weekly patching ceremony, Vivian held up a Life Member patch, a symbol of dedication for members serving six months or more. Elena’s eyes lit up with anticipation, hopeful that it was her turn to receive the patch. “Elena’, Vivian asked, ‘do you have a favorite memory from your time in Lost?”

As if flipping through a photo album, Elena’s mind unraveled with countless cherished moments. Selecting just one story to share was a difficult task, as Elena reminisced memory after memory. The day she got Prospect and Ed wanted to shave her head. The Lost Triathlon, where everyone dressed up in silly outfits to swim, run, and bike up Mount Chiliad. The countless rides through sunsets. The adventures of goofing off in Stab.

Cleaning up with the club for weddings and events. Weekly Sunday rideouts and being promoted to Tail Gunner. Elena’s time with the Lost had been a whirlwind of fun and camaraderie. 

With a beaming smile, she sewed the “Life Member” patch onto her kutte, celebrating the incredible journey she’d shared with her Lost family thus far.

 

[Marl Charles]

The city knows of the growing tension between REDACTED and the LOST MC. In the end, it's the same old tune - REDACTED continuously trying to leave their footprints around LOST MC territories, leaving the LOST MC to sweep up their tracks. One night REDACTED thought it was a good idea to push the MC during a cook out at a lab. What a misfortune it was for them! The MC once again showed superiority by exterminating the vile scum leaving not a single REDACTED member left to tell the tale. May the blood stains of the deceased spilt that night be a brutal reminder to their organization... The Lost Lives On!!!

[Scrapper]

 

Kastro Freeman’s life had always teetered on the edge of chaos. As a skilled criminal, he thrived in the shadows, cooking high-demand drugs and running lucrative deals. For a time, he seemed untouchable. But that illusion shattered when the ruthless rival gang stormed his operation. They stripped him of everything money, drugs, and guns leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of betrayal. With no allies left to turn to, Kastro disappeared from the city, his ambitions buried under the weight of his losses.

Months passed before Kastro made his return, not as the defeated man who had left but as someone ready to reclaim his place. He found Heavy K, a trusted friend from his past who had carved out his own path within the notorious Lost MC biker clubg. Heavy K recognized Kastro’s potential and decided to vouch for him.

The next step was crucial. Together, they approached Jessica Edwards, the high command of the Lost MC, known for her sharp instincts and no-nonsense leadership. In a tense but heartfelt conversation, Kastro laid bare his story—his skills, his ambitions, and his desire for a fresh start. Jessica, convinced by Heavy K’s endorsement and Kastro’s sincerity, extended an invitation to join the club. It was more than a chance; it was a lifeline.

Kastro quickly adapted to life in the Lost MC, embracing its code of brotherhood and loyalty. He returned to cooking, this time for the club, ensuring their operations were unmatched in quality and profitability. He stood shoulder to shoulder with his new family, helping them dominate the streets and eliminate their rivals.

Kastro’s first meeting with the Lost MC was unforgettable. That same night, he joined his first rideout, engines roaring as he rode alongside his new brothers. In the Lost MC, he found more than a club—he found a family ready to fight for him, just as he would for them. With his resolve steeled, Kastro was ready to reclaim his place in the streets.

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Edited November 27, 2024 by Scrapper

[moVex]

OPERATION KUTTE THROAT

It all started with a Kutte that belongs to the Lost Motorcycle Club had been forcefully taken from a member during an arrest. Lost MC Command didn't take such actions lightly, they knew which Commander had it within the Sheriff's Department, he would be called REDACTED. When Lost MC's allies heard about such action they backed them up and made up a plan of negotiation which included showing numbers and force to negotiate with the Sheriff's Department.

On the 8th of December, Lost MC and it's allies have gathered up in a secluded location where they had discussed certain matters about the negotiation and that their goal was to retrieve the Kutte one way or another.

 

It didn't go as planned as Commander REDACTED had refused to give the Kutte back through negotiation, Lost MC and their allies had decided to try and take the Kutte back the hard way by showing force, a setup at Vespucci Beach had occured were the Sheriff Department had surrounded the gang with helicopters, a Helicopter was able to get shot down by the heavy weaponary which resulted in snipers returning fire from other buildings which caused alot of casualties from Lost MC's and it's allies side.

The Sheriff Department may have won the battle but they definitely have not won the war.

The Legacy Continues, and so does Lost MC's story.

THE LOST MC

Edited December 13, 2024 by Ekon

[man on the moon]

SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND

It was just another evening at Stab City, with the Lost MC catching up and hanging around - you’ve got some members next to the bonfire soaking up the heat in this cold winter, some work on their vehicles, while the others are just chatting about the things they did the following day.

Suddenly, a convoy of vehicles enter Stab City. It’s fine, because it’s OTF. Anakin hops out of his Terminus, saying he’s got a little surprise in the trunk.

There’s a masked man wearing a grey jacket. We all knew what this was and who this is, a member of the Eastside Mob.

After the ESM member was given a haircut and asked a few questions, Anakin left the man for Lost MC as a Christmas present. The said individual now works for the Lost MC, at the mines, breaking rocks with a pickaxe.

Edited December 20, 2024 by man on the moon

[Lando Tate]

 

It was a normal cold and crispy morning in Stab City, the only difference to normal was the calmness in the air. Lost MC had awoken to find that 90% of high command had decided to leave in the pursuit of something different... taking many members in the process.Luckily for Lost MC, the club was left with a very capable and dedicated small team, which consists of our President, Road Captain, Tailgunner and a few select members that stood by their high morals and values which Lost MC demands. So what does this mean for Lost MC moving forward?Well of course, the one thing that is embedded deep within the core values of the club. Its...With the remaining high command, and the dedication of its remaining members, the club will be directed like it should have been. With values and morals in the forefront, building business relations in the city and building our supply network...Lost MC is here, always has been and always will be... Its just this time we will be bigger, better, more professional and above all, more respectul to our allies.

 

 

 

[dominator]

Jane had been away for a while. When he returned, he found that most of the friends he once knew had moved on from Stab City. For Jane, it had been a place he called home, full of memories he would always cherish.

He realized things weren’t the same anymore and missed his old friends. But he reminded himself that it was with the Lost where he truly found his place. With that thought, he set the past aside and looked ahead, ready to make a difference where he was needed most.

The remaining members of the Lost welcomed Jane back warmly. High Command, knowing his loyalty, gave him another chance to ride. This time, he embraced it with humility—just the beginning of a new chapter in his story.

The next morning, Jane woke up with a plan. His first priority was delivering the parts he had promised to the dealer. While scouting Sandy Shores, he came across a high-end sedan abandoned by the road. Alone but determined, he parked his Kamacho, hotwired the sedan, and set his plan in motion.

He took the car up to Mount Chiliad, chopped it for parts, and delivered them to a few dealers. His efforts gave them hope that the Lost could still find a way to stay afloat.

[dominator]

After days of steadily delivering car parts to dealers, Jane felt it was time for a change. Rumors from the cartel had sparked his curiosity—they were questioning whether the Lost could still produce the top-quality product they were once famed for.

Determined to prove them wrong, Jane took it upon himself. Armed with an old recipe provided by the Lost, he gathered the necessary materials and made a few discreet pickups from cartel contacts. He then headed deep into the wilderness of Mount Chiliad, where an abandoned drug lab from the old days still stood.  

Just the day before, Jane had cooked meals of hen, pig, and rabbit meat for the Lost MC. Feeling confident in his ability to tackle something new, he laid out the recipe on the table in front of him. He carefully measured ingredients into jars and tubes, unsure of the process but determined to make it work.  

Jane worked tirelessly from dawn until well into the night, with only the moonlight guiding him toward the end. When he was done, he packed the product into a sturdy crate and returned to Stab City, proud of stepping out of his comfort zone to achieve something new.