“My name is Inarius, although you will not find that name anywhere on the identification I must carry, nor will you find it on any deeds, titles, or any other document. Inarius was the name that the Creator whispered in my ear before he went on to tell me about why he created me. The body I wear, his name is Steel, Steel Walker. Steel Walker grew up on the streets more or less, a rough and tumble boy who disliked shackles, rules, or being told what to do. He was a Neo-Nazi for a while but changed his mind after a black man half his size put him in the hospital for two weeks. That was when he started to wake up; that was when he started to realize he needed a better path. He needed some rules.

He joined the Army, narrowly avoiding a trip to jail. In the army he found a home, he found discipline, and he found that having someone tell him what to do wasn’t all that bad. He served one tour of duty as an MP, and then came back home to Denver, where he became a police officer in the Denver Police Department. Right after he started as a cop, he fell in love with motorcycles and began to ride more and more. Over time, he made detective and worked narcotics and homicide for a while.

Then it happened.

An investigation that was rough to begin with got rougher when the Mayor started leaning on the Chief of Police who then had to take a personal interest. With the Chief of Police came the D.A for the city – both were breathing down his neck. One day, he snapped. Steel got snarky with the D.A, and told the Police Chief “if your fat doughnut-eating, pencil-pushing ass can do better Chief, then come on down and do some real fucking police work instead of sitting in your armchair and playing quarterback.”

Steel lost his job.

After he lost his job, he knew he would need to get a bit tougher, because as it turns out he hadn’t made too many friends during his time with a badge. That was when he came across the Sons of Anubis Motorcycle Club. His old defiance reared it’s head again, chafing at being told what to do by some high and mighty fuck-mook of a Captain, and the Outlaw life had a certain appeal to it.

He started hanging around with the MC, and after a few months decided to sign on as a prospect. After a year and a half of shit work, he was patched in. His knowledge of police procedure proved invaluable and helped the Club hit a lot of targets that were trying to muscle in on the Clubs turf. He learned some basic mechanic skills, and worked a lot of repossession duty for Anubis Auto. A year later he was bumped up to the Sergeant-At-Arms officer rank, sitting on the President’s right.

Then shift jumped off. A lot of the scores they settled were sparks that ignited a fire, and the blowback from those things ended up with the MC getting its ass kicked. And nothing Steel could do was enough to stop it. First the President, then the VP and Treasurer. Steel Walker was the last man standing that could lead the club and he did the only thing he could: he called for help.

That was when I found him. He agreed to let me possess him – I promised him vengeance for his dead friends and protection for his club. A bargain price. So now, I am Steel – Steel is Me, and it’s time to keep the promises I made."