The Immortal Fake AH Crew comes from all walks of life, in all different ages, years and genorations. The B-Team is no different from the Main Crew.
Jeremy and Matt were builders of the some of the greatest wonders in the world. The two of them were born in Egypt. And the two of them help to build the pyramids, and the Spinx. The two of them have been together from the start of their lives, best friends from childhood, who grew up to become great builders together just like they dreamed when they were children, and when they both realized that they couldn’t die the two of them stuck together. They were glue the two of them. There was no Matt with out Jeremy, and no Jeremy with out Matt. Later in there lives they would help to build things like the Eiffel Tower, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Colosseum, and the Statue of Liberty, the White House, and the Empire State Building. The two of them left their marks on History, slowing making their way threw time building famous building after famous building.
Along the way they made money with petty crimes, builders and architects made nickels and dimes back in the day compared to what they make now a days, and at some point they stopped building, stopping looking for the next big building that would last genorations and turned completly to crime, and Los Santos and the Fakes gave them a new home and almost a fresh start to do that.
Mica was born in the 1950s, a generation of racism, hate, and fighting for equal rights, and she was among the more violent of those freedom fighters. She in her teenage year were among the equal right protestors who fought with punchs, not words. She would die for the first time early in her life. Barley nineteen, forever stuck at that weird age of an adult, but not yet able to drink. For Mica being immortal meant that she could keep fighting. Keep helping those who needed it. She went to protest after protest. Rally after Rally to help. She, in time, got to she a time when hate was hidden, and segration was no more. She never did stop her crimes and violence though. At some point, punches turned brutal with brass knuckles, and brass knuckles turned to knife fights in back allies that she always won, and knife fights turned to gun shootings and robbing banks.
When she met the Fakes, she realized not that they were the same as her not exactly. Yes, the couldn’t die just like her, but where as she did things quitly and out of a need to get rid of hate, they did it for the fun of it. And Mica, in all her 60 some odd years of being alive realized that it was never for fun what she was doing. It was always for the fact of helping someone else, of making the world a better place. And for the first time ever. She went ‘fuck it’ and joined the Fakes for the fun of it all.
Steffie was born in the twenties, and into the life of crime. Her father a was a Chicago gangster who ruled over the city in a rain of bullets and terror. Steffie grew up loving the life her father gave to her because her father was on top of the city, it was a romanticized, and a over the top life that ended with blood shed. Steffie, the girl who romanticized crime and the bloodshed of it all died for the first in a hail storm of bullets that left her and her criminal family dead. Only she didn’t stay dead. Steffie, the 20 year old girl who thought of crime like a love story got to watch the people who killed her family burn to the ground, and she took everything with her. She left Chicago ready to be something more. Something better then her criminal family ever was.
Steffie, the 20 year old girl who romanticized the crimes she commited with roses, and spray paints, and pastel colored masks joined the Fakes because they could give her something she hasn’t had since her Father died in the 30′s. Power, Control, and the tools to Run Los Santos, to do more than that. To own Los Santos.
Kdin was born in America, Salem to be exact, in the 1680′s. Right before the start of the Salem Witch Trials. Kdin, the poor soul she is, happen to die for the first time at 16, right at the height of the Trails. Only to come back to life, and be found guity of Witchcraft. She wasn’t a witch. She didn’t have a clue how she was still alive, how she came back from dead, but she ended up dying 13 times before the escaping the town. Kdin after leaving Massachusetts, sailed over sea’s to France and spend the next 100 years or so jumping from town to town, city to city and learning the native language.
In the 1790′s durning the start of the Revolution in France, Kdin knew she wanted out of the country. Revolutionary France was a country of Betrayal, Beheadings, and Backstabbing, she started to leave the country slowly, on her way out she met Jack, like her someone born into the wrong body, with the wrong gender, and someone who couldn’t die, just like her. For Kdin, Jack became like a mom, a replacement mom for the one who turned her back on her over a 100 years ago in Salem. So Jack, the person he is, took her to Geoff. An old friend Jack had said, and the two of them joined up with Geoff’s crew. Geoff’s group of Misfits, Geoff’s group of Fakes.
(Not alot of people know Kdin is one of the original seven or so that founded the Fakes, who started their Reign of Terror almost 300 years ago)
Caleb, was born in a small town in Greece. He was a doctor, or well a doctor in training the first time he died. He over the years has kept up his training, he likes to think he can stitch up most cuts with his eyes closed. Caleb, the doctor who over the years has learned for the best of the best, met Geoff early in his life. They were in England in 1589. Caleb was studying a new form of medicine, with a doctor who was world renowned at the time, but Caleb has long forgotten the man’s name. The doctor had put Geoff under his care, who had come in with a stab wound, and when Geoff died (bleed out while Caleb tried his damnedest to stop the bleeding) and ten mintues later came back almost magicly. Caleb was stocked.
He’d never met anyone like him before. Over the years Caleb jumped from place to place, country to country, city to city, and from time to time Geoff would end up in his care. So when Geoff in the late 1790′s walked into his office in London, and offered him a job as the medic for the criminal orgization, the group of Fakes as he worded it way back when. Caleb said yes. Because in all of the years of being alive he’s been doing good. Helping people, finding out how to make people better, maybe for the first time in his life its time to have fun. Time to do something wrong.
Trevor is born in Los Santos, born in the criminal life style, born into the mess that calls itself a city in 1921. The city isn’t as bad as it will one day be. It isn’t a city ruled by the Fakes, but it’s still the City of Crime. Only he unlike most people in the city, most people who call Los Santos home gets out the first chance he gets. Because in 1939 he’s 18 and it’s the start of World War Two. They don’t call it World War Two went it starts in 1939, but he realizes that when, if America gets involded in the war he can join. So in 1941 when Pearl Harbor is bombed and America offically joins the war. Trevor is shipped overseas. At 20 years old Trevor is overseas fighting in London in the Blitz. Trevor dies a hero six months into his tour.
Only Trevor doesn’t die, but for him it doesn’t feel right to go back to Los Santos. He wanted out, that’s why he joined the war. So he stays in London, gets some expertly made papers saying he was a duel citizen of both the England and the United States, and explored. Trevor while he’s living in London breifly meets a main named Michael at a bar that’s down the street from where he now lives in the outskirts of the city, Michael asks him how he died the first time. Trevor doesn’t know how to answer that question. Michael who was just like him. An undying man told him that if he ever needed a job, the Fakes were always looking for new members.
Trevor knew who the Fakes were, knew what they did. He wasn’t dumb, he knew that Liberty City was just as bad as Los Santos. But he took the card anyway. And almost 80 years later, he finally went to the address on the back of the card, and Joined the Fakes.
Andy was the youngest of anyone in the Fakes, between the main crew and the so called B-Team. Andy was born in Cape Cod, Massachusetts in 1992. Andy, who died for the first time in a car crash on his ninetenth birthday. Joined the Fakes almost by mistake. Andy, was in Los Santos because he was just passing threw. After dying for the first time he went on an adventure threw the states in America. When the Fakes shot him in a bank robbing for interfering with their heist, and when ten mintues late Andy stood back up and starting talking again, all of the Fakes were shocked.