Lawyers get a reputation for being liars. I’m just the opposite. I speak my mind and the truth. If I know someone is guilty without doubt I refuse the case cause I’m not going to lie to put some criminal back out on the streets to do whatever they have done again.

If I’m not dealing with work than I’m usually in my home gym or reading a book keeping to myself. Not that I’m an introvert either. I enjoy a good conversation and parties as well. I also volunteer at charity drives and events cause I feel a deep need to do so.

I keep putting off finding a wife to settle down with because I know I’ll have to tell her my last name. Then I’ll be wondering if she married me for my name and money rather than for me. In that area I'm not a risk taker, but in other ways I am. My mother says I wear my heart on my sleeve when it comes to family, but to outsiders I’m aloof.

[smear:#19e2e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#8019e6:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Traditional: Acting and thinking in accordance with established beliefs and practices.
3)Adaptable: Showing flexibility and versatility regardless of the situation.
4)Professional: Being a strong team player.
5)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has
6)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.

[smear:#8019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e2e6:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Reckless: Having a sense of fun and adventure.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

On my mother’s side I am descended from John Jacob Astor the first multi-millionaire in United States history. He immigrated here from England by way of Germany. He started out working in a butcher shop run by his older brother Henry. Eventually he went into the fur trading business and built a monopoly that extended into the Great lakes region and Canada. Later it expanded into the American west and Pacific Coast.

His brother Henry was also a horse racing enthusiast, and purchased a thoroughbred named Messenger, who had been shipped from England to the United States in 1788. The horse became the founding sire of the Standardbred breed in the US; it became the primary breed used for trotters and pacers.

When the fur trading business declined he got out of it and started buying real estate. At the time of his death in 1848 leaving him the richest man in the world. Over history he was the fifth richest person in the United States.

Over history my family has prided itself with the name Astor. It’s well known by everyone in New York, and I try to avoid using my last name if at all possible. Sure there have been black-sheep's in the family over the years. Look at John Jacob Astor the IV. The great grandson of John Jacob Astor. He divorced his wife and married a woman a year younger than his son causing quite a stir back in those days. Then to top it off he died on the Titanic. The most famous ship sinking in history. Still he was known as an jackass back then and still today by the press.

Then you have William Waldorf Astor who faked his own death and moved to London so that he could read positive news about himself in the papers. Then there were Astors that married and divorced so much that I have lost count. This brings me to the scandals of my own family.

My grandfather prided himself on family, and the name. He had six sons who are alive and still breathing down my neck. Oh getting off track sorry. His girls were his eldest child and youngest child. My Aunt Betsy was the older of the two, and she fell in love during high school beneath the Astor name. Even though she was one of my grandfather’s favorites he told her he would disinherit her if she married him. She went for love though. After awhile my grandfather came around when my cousins were born, but my aunt didn't get her inheritance. It did go to her children though.

Then there was my mother Olivia. The youngest of them all, and probably the wildest of the bunch. In the eyes of the public my Uncle Jacob is my father and his wife my mother. Behind closed doors though I remained my mother's son. We all lived in the family home, and I was spoiled rotten by my uncles and aunts as well as my mother. I got the highest education possible, and was still able to choose my own profession. Law.

I was still in grade school when tragedy rocked my family. My aunt Betsy, her husband Michael, and my cousin Candy were killed in a car accident. Aunt Betsy and Uncle Michael were my godparents. My mother remained close to the both of them till the day they died, and she was always taking me over to their house when I was little. I do believe it was the first time I ever saw my grandfather break down and cry. My grandfather paid for the funerals, the burial plots and tombstones putting them in the family burial ground.

My oldest cousin Mercedes by this time had been outcasted by her family with good reason. That I’m not going to go into so my cousin Thorn inherited my aunt’s inheritance plus that of all three siblings. At that time it was under the control of my Uncle Jacob and Thorn’s wishes were that it stayed in three separate accounts with his mother’s being divided between his and Candy’s.

It was after law school that I hunted Thorn down. My uncle Jacob had handed over control of that part of the family business to me. Thorn and I became close and he had me take control of all of his money for him since he was brooding still and lost in a bottle most of the time. I didn't pity him cause he wasn't the only one that had lost back then. Candy and I had been close in age and the best of friends. Yes she even got me to play tea parties with her and dolls. Shh though no one but our mothers knew that. Not even Thorn.

I have other cousins as well, but I’m not as close to them as I am to Thorn who I think of as an older brother. You see my mother never married so I never had any siblings. One time tarnishing the family back in her college days was enough for her, but she loves me more than life itself. Till this day I still have yet to find out who my father was. It was buried when I was born the identify of him. My mother refused to talk of him, and only my grandfather knew his name. My uncles still don’t know who he was either. I tried looking when I was in law school and after, but my grandfather must have went deep into his pockets to keep that secret buried.

I’m not the only one that tries and keeps my roots buried because Thorn does as well. When I’m around dealing with stuff for the Sons of Anarchy they known me only by my first name Blaine. His wishes though are different than mine which are his reasons. Mine is that I’m not going to earn my living through my name. I want to earn my own way in this life. Even on my business cards it’s just Blaine. When I have to sign my last name I make sure it’s unrecognizable as well. I don’t want to be known as just one of those Astors I want to be my own person.

Well secrets don't stay buried. Thorn sent for me when he was in Charming and I went without question. While there I was shocked to find one of the younger sons could be my twin. Thorn and I called my mother up and asked her if she knew a Morris Delancey. We didn't get no answer. I was sent to Washington before coming to Charming and bought up property there for Thorn. I was meeting my cousin Candy long thought dead and getting to know her again. she had been my best friend in childhood. Yeah things were different now, but we were family.

We set out for Washington and more sons joined up with us along the way including my mother and father who I was soon to be meeting. I didn't know though till after we arrived in Washington. I met my father for the first time in 33 years. Logan that's my almost twin was actually my half brother. We shared the same father. It was good to finally put a face as well as a name to the man who had given me life with my mother. He had no idea I even existed.

I met more of my half siblings. four more besides Logan. three sisters and another brother. Plus the eldest Jayden was a mother to three awesome kids. So I guess I'm an uncle now too. I'm getting to know my dad and siblings now. I've set up shop here in Washington and will be helping Logan keep an eye on Jessica and Daniel who is going to be going to school here this year in the brand new school.

Oh and I met an angel! Her name is Abigail Hudson. She goes by Abby. Angel who is Logan's girl actually knew her and gave her my number before we even met. I had thought she was a ghost disappearing at the courthouse the way she did. She knew who I was, but she didn't tell me who she was. I even told her I was unavailable cause of the girl I had seen at the courthouse. She probably had a laugh over that one knowing it was her. I met her the next day getting the shit kicked out of me by her younger brother. I'd take a licking for her any day though. We've been inseparable ever since.