[smear:#e61f19]I am the diamond you left in the dust I am the future you lost in the past Seems like I never compared Wouldn't notice if I disappeared You stole the love that I saved for myself And I watched you give it to somebody else But these scars no longer I hide I found the light you shut inside Couldn't love me if you've tried Does it burn, knowing I used all the pain? Does it hurt, knowing you're fuel to my flame? Don't look back, don't need your regrets Thank God you left my love behind Couldn't change me if you tried Release your curse, 'cause I know my worth Those wounds you made are gone, you ain't seen nothing yet[/smear:#9a19e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Marcus Anthony Mavlov Nicknames | Cus to Anna, but really nothing else Birthday | October 17th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Washington Charter Prospect Grade | Graduated Age | 19 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Micah Alberti Eye Color | Brown Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | Tanned Scars/Markings | A few from being abused when I was younger. Build | Somewhat muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Being friends with Logan. + Getting away from home. + My sister + Getting drunk to forget the past. + My cherry red and black Harley. + Being reunited with my sister.
Hate It! •
- My parents pushing me to be what they wanted. - Being told how to live my life. - That parents never realizing anything was wrong with me. - That Gia never said goodbye to me when she left New York. - Being around a lot of girls at a time, I gets self conscious. - Girls pawing at me, it reminds me of mistress red.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My sister + My best friend Logan. + My harley - My sister - My best friend Logan. - My harley
Fears •
• Losing my sister again. • Never earning the respect of the club. • Never being a Son of Anarchy.
Dreams •
• Become a patched in member of the Sons. • That I shed my shell one day and find true love.
Full Personality: •
I can come across as shy. It's more sometimes I don't have anything to say, and sit back listening and taking everything in. Growing up with an older sister I hardly got a word in edgewise anyhow most of the time. I'm loyal to my friends and the club. They've seen me at my worst and my best so far. I get panic attacks especially when I see a redheaded girl. Which stems from being abused as a kid by my teacher who had red hair. She was called Mistress Red because of that hair. I avoid girls as much as possible because of the abuse I suffered. Though there are a few I do call friends now.
[smear:#800080]Positive Traits:[/smear:#808080:0] 1)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature. 2)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear. 3)Empathetic: Able to recognize and identify with the emotions of others. 4)Discreet: Intentionally unobtrusive; conducting oneself with care, sound judgment, and a respect for privacy. 5)Just: Having a strong sense of fairness. 6)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
[smear:#808080]Negative Traits:[/smear:#800080:0] 1)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome. 2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Withdrawn: Detached from others, having retreated inside oneself. 4)Nervous: Having an uneasiness of the mind or a brooding fear. 5)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 6)Defensive: Marked by the need to defy aggression or attack.
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The Family Tree
Father | Dante Mavlov Vice President of his company Mother | Taylor Mavlov Doctor for Chronic and Infectious diseases Siblings | Gianna Lia Mavlov Spouse | None Children | None Other family | None
History
I was born to a very well-off family in New York City, New York. My father is the vice President of a successful company and my mother is a doctor for chronic and infectious diseases. I grew up in New York City. Brooklyn to be exact. I was fed up with my father trying to straighten me out. After my sister had left home I started to hang out with the wrong type of crowd and getting into all kinds of trouble. I was about to do something really wrong one night, and was getting the crap beat out of me when it was stopped by a guy on a motorcycle. The guy showed me a whole new life. One that was bad, but not the one I had been heading into that fateful night.
The man was really just a boy a few years older than me, and he was part of a motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy. His name was Logan Delancey and I was given a job by them to work in a shop they had. I came to love working on any kind of motorcycles, and with the money I earned I bought myself a Harley. Its my pride and joy. One I kept hidden from my parents who wouldn't understand at all. I asked about becoming a prospect a few times, but I was told I was too young yet. My wish was finally coming true, but they wanted me to become a prospect with one of the original nine son's. So they were sending me to Charming California. I was confused and hated having to leave my new friends, but now a new door was being opened up for me.
One night at the clubhouse they were putting a porno on. I hadn't even looked at the screen and heard her voice. What there was no way that was my sister Gia's voice. I jumped up before it showed anything of her since she was still somewhat dressed on the screen and tried to turn it off. I couldn't get it off so I ended up ripping the DVD player up and slamming it on the ground and broke it into quite a few pieces. Needless to say the guys weren't too happy with me.
I'm a quiet guy until I get a few drinks into me or something riles me up. Then you better watch out. I'm pretty nervous around girls as well, but I lost my virginity on my seventeenth birthday thanks to the guys and a dare. Well to their knowledge anyway. I hadn't been a virgin in a long time, but no one knew that but me. One story I hope never gets out, but knowing the guys they have probably already told the guys in Charming. Logan is pretty much the only one to really get me out of my shell unless I get drunk.
My past literally caught up with me to bite me in the ass here in Charming. Mistress Red found me and I'm lucky I'm still alive. Somehow she got into touch with Clay and he invited her here. He even joined in torturing me those couple of days and nights. I'm recovering now though still in a lot of pain, and I'm in Washington California now transferring to the new charter with Logan. Pin decided to go back to New York since his sister had newborn triplets to help out. Gia's here with me for now so I'm good. They've also assured me that Mistress Red will never bother me again. Wasn't just me she had ties to out here either that she'd hurt before so there had been revenge on her from others.
I've been in Washington for two months now, and I've had a few ups and downs. The last being my parents showing up here unexpectedly. Seems Murphy and Storm were talking about Gia at Rocky Sullivan's Pub in New York, and had no idea our father was standing in front of them hearing all they had to say. Yeah they aren't going to get away with that one. Conner who is courting Gia got pissed at my mom saying something to Gia that he didn't like, and let my secret known to them. I had taken off with Logan and Angel on our bikes to get away so I missed all of it, and have yet to see my parents.
Those that hurt me years ago hurt others that had ties to the club, and have been eliminated so I really don't have anything to fear anymore. Maybe now that shell I built up around me to protect me I can start letting down somewhat and truly live life. Anna got herself a house here in Washington, and I moved in there with her along with Connor and Murphy. She got a job working for John Jacob Astor as well, and things are looking up for both of us. It's been a year now that I've been prospecting, but I have a feeling I'll be a prospect for quite a while longer. Which to be honest is fine with me right now. I'm fitting in, and feel like I have a place in the club right now.
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Role Player
Username • Marcus 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.