[smear:#19e6ca]Ridin' through this world All alone God takes your soul You're on your own The crow flies straight A perfect line On the devil's path Until you die This life is short Baby that's a fact Better live it right You ain't comin' back Gotta raise some hell Before they take you down Gotta live this life Gotta look this world In the eye Gotta live this life Till you die You better have soul Nothin' less Cause when it's business time It's life or death The king is dead But life goes on Don't lose your head When a deal goes down Better keep your eye On the road ahead Gotta live this life Gotta look this world In the eye Gotta live this life Till you die[/smear:#4e19e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Jax Jackson Teller Nicknames | Jax Birthday | March 28th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Part Owner of Teller-Morrow Auto Shop Grade | Graduated Age | 33 Club Affiliation | Redwood Original Relationship | Single after divorcing Tara
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Appearance
Face Claim | Charlie Hunnam Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Blonde Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Numerous tattoos, Sons of Anarchy emblem on my back, and Abel on my chest. Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My sons Abel and Thomas, and now my daughter Jacqueline. + My younger siblings. + Living the club life. + Hanging out with the guys. + My best friend Opie Winston. + The brotherhood of the club.
Hate It! •
- When someone I love is in trouble. - The direction the club has gone. - Gun Running - Drugs of all kinds. - Tara leaving me and the boys. - Clay for betraying the club and his family
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My sons + My siblings + The club - My sons - My siblings - A hot woman
Fears •
• Losing my sons. • Something happening to the club. • Not living up to John Teller's image.
Dreams •
• To bring the club back around to the original view of my dad. • Having my family all together again safe and sound.
Full Personality: •
I'm loyal to the Sons, and to my family. I would do anything for them. Even putting myself on the line. I'm a paradox on two wheels - intelligent, sensitive, and reflective - yet quick-tempered and dangerously reactive. Most of the time I live life on the edge. I don't back down from shit. What you see is what you get with me. Though I can be pretty cunning to get my way.
[smear:#19e6ca]Positive Traits:[/smear:#4e19e6:0] 1)Idealistic: Seeing the world as it could be; pursuing noble goals, beliefs, or a higher purpose. Not in a good way either! 2)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge. I protect what's mine! 3)Bold: Having an intrepid spirit. I am quite bold and do whatever I damn well please! 4)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral. I'm always one step ahead! 5)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight. Having a “sixth sense” that enables one to notice or feel things that others don't. 6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
[smear:#4e19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6ca:0] 1)Manipulative: Attempting to influence the behavior of others for one's own benefit. 2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Violent: Using physical force to intimidate, abuse, or cause injury. 4)Volatile: Quick to react; having an explosive temper that may grow violent. 5)Vindictive: Hateful, malicious, retaliatory, ruthless, vengeful. 6)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
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The Family Tree
Father | John Thomas Teller (deceased) Mother | Gemma Teller Morrow (flown the coop) Siblings | Thomas Teller (deceased) Clay Morrow Junior "CJ", Jock Nathaniel Morrow, Rade Nathan Morrow, Raven Gemma Morrow Spouse | Divorced from Tara Knowles Teller Children | Jacqueline Moretti, Abel Teller, Thomas Teller Other family | None
History
I was the first born son of Gemma and John Teller. I was born in 1978, and was raised in Charming, California. My mother divorced my father John, and married Clay Morrow. He is now the President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. I live with a genetic heart disorder ("the family flaw" as Gemma calls it) that my brother Thomas "Tommy" Teller died from at the age of 6. I am of partial Irish and Russian Jewish descent on my mother's side. I carry a KA-BAR USMC fighting knife on my waistband.
I am now the President of the Sons of Anarchy and I am part owner at the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop. With Clay gone and Gemma not around I bought her out of her share of the Auto Shop. I put it in CJ, Jock, Rade, and Raven's name. It's only fair since our own father's started it together. I just didn't tell them, but they have a share of the proceeds go to them. None of them have noticed yet. After mom stole the money out of Raven's and Rade's accounts I made sure John Jacob got it fixed into their accounts he started up for them. He also made sure that mom couldn't get any more money from any of us.
I have served time in prison for smuggling and gun-running, my last arrest was in 2003. I married Wendy Case, but filed for divorce because of her drug habit. After Wendy got clean, we reconciled and conceived a son, Abel; I left her while she was pregnant because I wasn't ready to be a father. Wendy started using again and Abel was born a crank baby with the family flaw.
Having recently discovered several of my father's old journals and an old manuscript titled The Life and Death of Sam Crow: How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way, which collectively lay out the original manifesto for SAMCRO, I find myself doubting the club's direction, causing friction between myself and my stepfather Clay, and spreading doubt amongst the other members. Another member of SAMCRO, Opie Winston, has been my best friend since childhood.
My son Abel was born with the same genetic heart disorder that I was. Along with other complications from his mother being on Crank. I chose to deny that my son might live, and I avoided the hospital. After my son survived the surgeries, I found my hope again, and started to visit my son regularly. The name of my son, Abel, is tattooed on my chest. I referred to the incubator as the toaster in which my son was in.
Over time Abel was finally able to come home into my world of chaos. I adore my son now, and couldn't imagine life without him. My ex Wendy is now out of the picture. In a pivotal point in my life, I asked Tara to move in with me, and she agreed. I also put Bobby in charge of Cara Cara for me so as not to anger Tara with my time spent there. Tara and I had another son we named Thomas. He wasn't born with the family flaw. Abel is now two years old and Abel about eight months. I was in prison when Thomas was born which Tara wasn't happy about. Luckily I'm out now, and we got married with mainly just the guys there. Mom wasn't happy she found out after the fact. Oh well. My siblings were there too.
Well shit hit the fan. Clay turned his back on the club and his family. Long story short he met Mr Mayhem the final result. That's all I'm saying on that matter. Mom disappeared, flew the coop, after that. Haven't seen her since or heard from her. Just her stealing the twins money from their bank accounts. Her name is no longer on their accounts and all our bank accounts are overseen by the Astor law firm now so that nothing like that happens again.
Tara. Well she had enough after the last lockdown and mayhem that went on. She left me and the boys. She wanted a fresh start on her own away from Charming. Away from me, Abel and her own blood son Thomas. Well good riddance is what I say. I had Blaine draw up papers that signed away her rights to Thomas. I am his legal parent only. I still can't believe she signed them.
Now I am busying myself with the club setting it right the way my father wanted. With Piney's copy of my father's manuscript I made copies of it and gave it to all of the Redwood Original members to read. I wanted a life for my sons and myself. Not one that I could be taken away from them at a moment's notice. So I'm getting out of the illegal business which the guys agree on. Much to my relief. It wasn't easy to get out of the gun running, but we managed it with the help of the Astor law firm and Blaine. We have Cara Cara and the Auto shop that the guys all work in. We have it on the table about opening up a few more legit businesses.
There is an unseen enemy out there targeting the new Washington charter. Which is odd cause it’s all of them, and they came from different charters. After more digging I found out their old charters were hit in ways too. Nomads had joined in with the enemy I figured out too. Now there are troubles within the charters too much to my dismay.
My younger siblings were targeted by the San Bernardino charter who believed since Clay had betrayed the club that the apple didn’t fall from the tree. They couldn’t have been more wrong though. None of them have the evil gene in them that he had. I almost lost all four of them when they were taken. CJ and Jock both were shot, and CPR had to be done on the both of them. I’m more than lucky that they both survived as well as the twins. All four will have mental scars from this. Raven still is waking up screaming, and I don’t blame her one bit.
They were brought to Area 51, and have the best doctors possible, but the ones from Washington that kept them alive on the way here are the ones I’m most grateful too. Well one is a full fledged doctor from New York. Stephanie is a nurse practitioner, but she’s definitely kept Jock alive. She and Tabitha Thomas who is studying to be a Nurse Practitioner have saved my baby sister more than once this summer.
Now there’s more shit going on with Thorn Thomas, and kids of his popping up causing more for me to deal with too. He’s a good man though, and taking responsibility for the kids that are popping up. Right now though my responsibility is to be here for my siblings. Where I plan on being until they are released from the doctors, and are able to go home.
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Role Player
Username • Jax Age • 52 Cbox/Discord • Angie How Long Have You RP'd? • Over eighteen years Comments • No How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie Any Other Characters • See Who Plays Who
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RPG Sample
Rayne sat away from the others somewhat. As it seemed like everyone was paired off but for him. Or they were with their friends. They’d been back from Sturgis for only a few days, and his dad, Rowdy, and Cain were throwing a bash at their place to try and take off some of the stress from what the trip had been. The Oklahoma boys and his dad, and Cain were taking turns getting up on the stage and singing. Oh and even Clyde had gotten up and sang. Their kids called out songs for them to sing, and they’d pick one from one of them. Of course his dad hadn’t asked him. It was mainly his baby brothers and once in a while Rafe or Ryder would yell out one.
Sturgis hadn’t really been any fun and he and his brothers had never gotten that tattoo that he designed. With all hell breaking loose everyone was on high alert the next week so his father and brothers had forgotten about it. He’d slept off and on that next week after what had happened to him. At least the stitches had gotten taken out finally so he didn’t have that discomfort. Though it still aches some, and Stephanie had said it probably would for some time as hard as he had been hit. It itched and bothered him, but he refrained from messing with it not wanting to get it infected as it was healing. The bruises were still there, but not as bad as they had been.
His dad’s attention today was either on Rosanna or his baby brothers most of the time. Feeling tired and left out he got up to head inside to his room. Rafe and Ryder’s attention was on their new found girlfriends. His gaze fell on Athena then who was talking to some of the other kids in the Jr Club, and there were a couple of guys that she was laughing and having fun with. He felt a pang in his heart, and weaved in and out of people to head inside. A stray tear ran down his cheek as he got inside, and he quickly brushed it away. He hissed in his breath at the pain when he had forgotten a moment about his wound. With a deep breath he headed up the stairs when he came up on them.
It wasn’t that much of a walk down the hallway to his room. The pounding of the music and the roar of the crowd outside was inside the house too, and it was giving him a headache. So all he wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Opening his door a sound caught his attention. Looking up he gasped as there were a couple of guys in the room with their girls having fun on his bed as well as Simon’s bed. He gaped in shock for a few moments, before turning bright red not knowing what to do. He jumped when one of them yelled at him to get out. Quickly he ducked out his head pounding even more and realized then that he wasn’t alone upstairs as he saw others in the hallways too.
Looking up and down the hallways he noticed people going in and out of the theater rooms too. Walking down to his dad’s room he thought he might find some relief in there, but his dad must have locked his door. He tried Rowdy’s and Cain’s finding both of them locked. There was nowhere to go he realized, and he headed back down stairs trying not to cry. That wouldn’t look good in front of the sons around. There was a lot that he had no idea who they were. Including the ones that had been in his room having fun. Feeling lost and really left out he turned at the stairs and a drunk son knocked into him knocking him down. He saw stars when his head hit the corner of a baseboard. Laughter was heard, and then they ignored him. Sitting up he held his hand to his head, and when he pulled away there was blood on his head.
He cringed as his head was killing him even more now. Pulling himself up he hears something crash and shatter somewhere. His vision was a little blurry now, and he felt the blood trickling down his forehead. There had to be somewhere that he could go, and he thought of the garage. Making his way down that way he put the code into the door knowing it had been locked up for the party. His dad was taking any chances with his panhead with someone messing with it. Once the door shut behind him the sound was suddenly gone as the garage seemed to be soundproof. His ears were ringing though from the never ending sound from before.
With an unsteady breath he made his way over to his bike not even fighting the tears now. Sitting on it he laid his head down against the cool gas tank and the sobs came unable to stop them. He wasn’t feeling good at all, and when he lifted his head a while later there was a lot of blood on his bike. Had to be from where he had hit his head. A ride might help him feel better was his thoughts, and he got off pushing his bike out a side door, and around some bikes getting on his bike after making sure the garage was locked back up. If it wasn’t his dad, Rowdy, and Cain not to mention the others with bikes in there would kill him.
Starting his bike he rode down the driveway with the guards not even looking twice at him as there were sons and jr club members coming right and left. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks and there was still blood trickling down so his vision was still a bit blurred. Right now he didn’t care, he just had to get away, and hopefully clear his head. His dad and brothers as well as the others would probably never even notice he was gone. They were having too much fun. A while later he realized that the ride wasn’t helping, and he stopped not even knowing where he was. He hadn’t been this way yet. Only the other direction into town. The throbbing in his head was even worse, and all he wanted was his dad right now.
Turning his bike around he tried to wipe the tears away and the blood, but it wasn’t helping much. With a deep breath he headed back. With his vision obscured, he didn’t see the cloud of dust coming down a dirt road not far away. When he turned on the next road thinking he was going in the right direction the car came out of nowhere. Unable to stop he ran right into it, and he was suddenly flying through the air. The impact of hitting the road knocked him out.