[smear:#197fe6]Like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone when the morning comes Oh, when the night is over, like a bat out of hell I'll be gone, gone, gone Like a bat out of hell, I'll be gone when the morning comes But when the day is done and the sun goes down And the moonlight's shinin' through Then like a sinner before the gates of Heaven I'll come crawlin' on back to you I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram On a silver black Phantom bike Oh, when the metal is hot and the engine is hungry And we're all about to see the light Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole And everything is stunted and lost And nothing really rocks and nothing really rolls And nothing's ever worth the cost And I know that I'm damned if I never get out And baby, I'm damned if I do But with every other beat I got left in my heart You know I'd rather be damned with you[/smear:#b62cbf:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Tig Alexander Trager Nicknames | Tig Birthday | February 19th Gender | Male Sexuality | The verdict is still out. Occupation • Mechanic at Teller Morrow Grade | I don't even remember if I graduated or not. Age | 49 Club Affiliation | Redwood Original Relationship | It's complicated.
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Appearance
Face Claim | Kim Coates Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Black Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Sons of Anarchy insignia on my back and numerous others Build | Built like a refrigerator
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My daughters Dawn and Fawn. + My niece Angel Rose Trager. + Riding my Harley. + Picking on Pretty boy Logan Matteo Delancey. + Being an ultimate bad ass biker. + Rearranging the bottles of alcohol and hearing Riley Madison Barnes get after the prospects for it.
Hate It! •
- Law Enforcement - Being alone. - Being bored out of my mind. - Nothing going on. - The ass my ex married. - Not seeing my daughter's that often.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My girls + Being a Son + Being a hard ass. - My girls - The club - Dolls
Fears •
• Pediophobia is a fear of dolls or inanimate, humanlike objects. • Losing one of my girls or Angel. • Something happening to one of the club on My watch.
Dreams •
• Being a dad full time. • Fun filled trip to some exotic location with two hot women.
Full Personality: •
I can come across as being a hard ass, and a smart ass. I'm not intimidated by anyone, and usually do the intimidating myself. I can be cold as ice when the need arises. It's almost like I don't have a heart. Though to those I really care about they catch glimpses or the full on warmth of my heart toward them.
[smear:#197fe6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#b62cbf: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:#b62cbf]Negative Traits:[/smear:#197fe6:0] 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 | Alex Trager (deceased) Mother | Rose Trager (deceased) Siblings | Rose Trager (deceased) Spouse | Divorced Children | @dawn Fawn Elise Trager Other family | Niece: Angel Rose Trager
History
SAMCRO's Sergeant at Arms. I'm built like a refrigerator. Cold as one too. I fear nothing, and love to hurt things. I used to be Clay's confidant and bodyguard. I'm a native of Charming and I've served time in prison. I'm a former US Marine. My “day job” is working as a mechanic at the Teller-Morrow auto shop, and I'm often used by the gang to carry out killings. I have two daughters that I see every other weekend whose names are Dawn and Fawn. I suffer from pediophobia, a fear of dolls. Which I keep to myself. Only my mom and sister knew. I think Angel knows too.
I'm known as the club's most violent member. It's an understatement that I'm fond of women, and I’m a mechanic in both meanings of the word. I'm extremely loyal to Clay and Gemma as well as the sons. I have a strained love/hate relationship with Vice-President Jax, arising from my use of violence in situations which may not call for it. My often callous demeanor hides a person with unlikely sensitivity and strong loyalty.
Lately watching the others with their kids has bothered me. Realizing finally that I missed my own daughters. Coming to my senses I'm thinking about asking to spend more time with them. Which will probably go over well with my ex-wife.
Both of my parents have died. My sister was murdered about a year ago. Revenge they say is a dessert best served cold. Yeah I got my revenge. She left her daughter Angel in my care. I wasn't too happy when she started messing with the pretty boy, Logan Delancey. She was happy though so I just kept watching them. If he hurt her then I would kill him. Or if his eyes strayed, but they never have.
A new charter was started up by Logan's New York charter president about a couple of hours away. To a little town my little sister Rose loved to visit. Called Washington, California. Our family used to go there every summer when we were growing up. Rose took Angel after she was born up till she died. I even went on a few of the trips along with my mother when she was alive.
The sheriff and I know each other pretty well. His whole family knows mine. Everyone loved Rose and hated me. Which is fine with me. Angel moved up there with the pretty boy, Logan. Unfortunately since she's in my care through the state she has to finish school since she skipped last year. At least go till she's eighteen. The Morrow twins are in the same boat. The Astors are having a new school built for them though so I think they're actually looking forward to going back to school. Which is definitely something new. According to the state I have to live at the same place as her while she's underage. So until October 31st I will be living at the clubhouse aka the old historic hotel in Washington, California.
Shit hit the fan at Sturgis, and then again when we got back to Washington. The Morrow kids, and a bunch of others were hurt after a party at the ex-69er’s party. They were all taken to one helluva place that I didn’t think existed. Area 51. Angel went to be there for the Morrows. I stayed behind to help out with things here.
I got a call a few days later that rocked my world. My ex-wife Colleen and her so-called husband had perished in a fire. The girls had smoke inhalation and some cuts and bruises. It was arranged for them to be taken to Area 51, and I was on my way there. Plans had to be made, and they would be going to school in Washington to get a fair chance. I'd still be there for a while in Washington. My girls helped form the Redwood Jr club. Pretty proud hearing that my eldest is the president, and my younger daughter is the Vice President.
Unfortunately I don’t think staying at the clubhouse is going to work with my daughters. They need a stable life, one with roots. So I guess I’ll be finding a house there. Not looking forward to the cold winter coming up. Not used to snow all that much. The last official snowfall in Charming was in 1976, and snow flurries have been forecast in the past, but they usually don't stick. In December 2013, for example, the Weather Service predicted snow flurries in Charming on Saturday morning, but expected little to no accumulation. Areas below 500 feet might see a mix of rain and snow, while areas above 500 feet could see measurable snow. So there will definitely be a lot of snow.
It’s going to be fun letting Hank know I’ll be getting a house there. At least with him having kids of his own he’ll understand why I am doing this. Probably going to have to get me a four wheel drive of some kind otherwise I don’t know how I’ll get to and from places up in Washington in all that damn snow. I’ll have to find a way down to Charming probably to warm up.
When I broke the news to Venus it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be breaking it. Venus took it pretty well. They are going on a world trip though so I won’t be seeing them for a while either. Venus is more than excited about the trip so I hope they have fun. Venus will definitely take the world by storm. They won’t know what hit them over there. I’ll have to probably find another Old Lady as someone will probably snatch them up while there on this world tour. Oh it’s a drag queen world tour too so they are more than excited about that. So are all of her friends. Kind of wish I’d be going to the party too.
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Role Player
Username • Tig 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.
