Dec 19, 2022 23:11:41 GMT -6
THORN MICHAEL THOMAS
48 year old Son of Anarchy, WELCOME TO WASHINGTON CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Thorn Michael Thomas
Nickname:
Gender: male
Birthdate: July 4th
Orientation: Straight
occupation: Treasurer of the club
Grade:
Age: 48
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+Being a Son of Anarchy
+Riding down the road
+Rolling Thunder
+family
+friends
+My kids
Hate it?
-finding out that Mercedes was the one behind our parents death.
-being alone
-Thames
-Mercedes
-Life sometimes
-No ties
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+Being a Son of Anarchy
+My family
+My kids
-My kids
-Being alone
-being a nomad
Fears?!
- Dying alone
- Big furry spiders
- Losing control
Full Personality:I like to be cocky and crazy to keep people guessing. Mostly I’m honest and straight to the point. I just don’t tell you everything. Even my best friends don’t know everything about me. I seem to draw the women like crazy. Sometimes it’s ironic, but I make the best out of it as usual.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Colin Farrell
Eyes: Brown
Skin: tanned
Hair: brown and straggly
Scars/Marking: SOA Tattoos, Candy Cane tattoo on my abdomen
Build: muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Betsey Astor Thomas
Father: Michael Thomas
Siblings: Mercedes (deceased) Candace Marie MacKenzie
Spouse:
Children: Tabitha Marie Thomas Kaleb, Kendra, Kayla, Heath, Heather, Michael, and Betsey
Other: Brother in Law: Jed Richard MacKenzie Niece: Marissa Marie Vanderbilt
History:I was born into an Irish/Catholic family in New York. I loved living in New York. The bright lights, always some place open all night long. You never grew bored. My childhood was ordinary like any other family. The mean older sister and the cute baby sister that I adored. Now the older one I tolerated. My parents weren’t rich, but we got by. Something my older sister hated. She liked to pretend that she was rich, and wanted something new all the time. Still they kept us well fed and clothed. Even a family trip close by New York during the summers.
It wasn’t till I was a teenager that I truly despised my older sister Mercedes. She had become a cold hearted bitch. She married Thames Vanderbilt who came from money shortly after she graduated. Still didn’t stop her from asking my parents for money now and then. Which they didn’t have to give in the first place.
I started hanging out with some guys that were bikers, and I was hooked on bikes. There names were no I won’t tell you their real names or I just might die. Their biker names were Woody and Python. Believe me these names suited them a lot better. Wasn’t long before I was prospecting along with them to the Sons of Anarchy chapter in New York. No my parents weren’t happy about this. It took them awhile to finally give me their support in it when they realized I was happy.
For about ten years I was happy living the life of a biker in an outlaw biker club. No my parents didn’t know anything except that I was in a club. My little sister Candace was everything to me. I spoiled her as much as I could. Even helping out my parents when I could. I called my baby sister Candy Cane since the day she was born. No one else did so she was my Candy Cane. I took her with me to get the candy cane tattoo I got on my stomach. I told her she would always be with me no matter where I was after that.
My world hit rock bottom when I got the phone call that my parents and baby sister had been killed in a car accident. I totally lost it at the clubhouse in front of all my brothers. If it hadn’t of been for Woody and Python and their family I wouldn’t have made it through everything in the next couple of weeks. They were by my side for the funerals, and my drinking till I couldn’t feel anything but numbness. After my baby sister’s funeral they went with me to get the dates of her life tattooed by the special tattoo to remind me of her.
After that everything in New York reminded me of my parents and baby sister. I had to get out so I went nomad. I did make one stop before leaving my beloved city behind. One stop that I totally regret. I stopped to say goodbye to the only living relative that I had left. She hadn’t come to the funerals and I hadn’t forgiven her for that or anything over the years, but part of me wanted to see her one last time. What I got was spit in the face by her and pistol whipped by one of her husband’s men. I left New York with a splitting headache, and hatred filled rage for my older sister.
Twenty years later I had only seen my best friends Woody and Python a handful of times. That was hard on me for I missed them. When retaliation was in the air for the home charter in Charming California I called them to find out where they were. I was dying for the chance to ride with them again. Was only a couple of hours before I was with them again, and my past coming back to bite me in the ass.
Well hell it's been one helluva ride this summer. Found out my baby sister Candy was still alive. Found out I had a niece from my oldest sister Mercedes. I died and was brought back. Spent the summer in a cast. Fell in love. He children I gave life to dropped off on my doorstep. In total I have eight kids age's 21, 13, 12, 12, 4, 4 3 months and 3 months. The guys have been teasing me I like to shoot doubles. The four year old's have three older siblings and my sister Candy and her husband Jed have adopted them. With things quieting down it's time to take control of my life. OH and my big secret came out too that I come from old money. Everyone knows that my mother was an Astor now.------------------------------------------------------------------
RP Sample:Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.
He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.
He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.
“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.
Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.------------------------------------------------------------------
Username: Thorn
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How long have you RP'd: 10 years plus
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