[smear:#1967e6]Well, you better shoot low, Sheriff, they might be crawlin' Got a big load of booze that they'll soon be haulin' They're runnin' every night when the whippoorwill is callin' So shoot low, Sheriff, 'cause they might be crawlin' Old Uncle Bill's got a still on a hill He never worked a day and I guess he never will He runs Shine Liquor and he sells it to Paw Made Maw mad and she called the law Well, you better shoot low, Sheriff, they might be crawlin' Got a big load of booze that they'll soon be haulin' They're runnin' every night when the whippoorwill is callin' So shoot low, Sheriff, 'cause they might be crawlin' Maw put the sheriff on Uncle Bill's trail Said, "Catch that sot and throw him in jail" Run out on his wife with the little kids squallin' So shoot low, Sheriff, 'cause they might be crawlin' Yeah, you better shoot low, sheriff, they might be crawlin' Got a big load of booze that they'll soon be haulin' They're runnin' every night when the whippoorwill is callin' So shoot low, Sheriff, 'cause they might be crawlin' Uncle Bill held the bottle 'tween his finger and thumb Said, "If I leave any, you can have some" Make him reach in his pocket for his last thin dime And wear summer britches in the cold wintertime[/smear:#a737ae:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Sheriff Hank Morgan Nicknames | I really don't count sheriff as a nickname. Morgan yeah. Birthday | July 29th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Sheriff of Nevada county, California Grade | Graduated Age | 59 Club Affiliation | Washington Charter that's a pain in my ass Relationship | Widower
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Appearance
Face Claim | Jason Beghe Eye Color | Light Brown Hair Color | Light Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | A couple of tattoos I got in my younger days. Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ put + My kids Sawyer and Jake. + Being the sheriff of Nevada County. + My extensive gun collection. + Family time with my kids. + Going camping and hunting.
Hate It! •
- The Overholser's - People causing trouble in my town. - Anchovies, absolutely nasty! - The thought of being alone. - Know it all's. - The idea of a biker gang coming to my town.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + My job - My kids - Country Music - Going dancing
Fears •
• Losing one of my children. • Never having grandchildren. • Meeting the wrong end of a bullet.
Dreams •
• Having grandchildren one day. • Seeing both of my kids having families of their own, and being happy!
Full Personality: •
I'm one of those tough as nails lawman. I lay down the law in Washington. It's my town. What I say goes. Do I always go by the book? Well the answer is no. Have I ever broke the law? The answer is no as well. It's more a question of bending the law somewhat. My town is safe and a somewhat clean town. Except for the garbage on the edge of town. I let the kids handle them though.
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve either. My kids are another story to me. I had a good role model in that department. Us Morgan's may love our job, but family comes first. Has been that way since before me and will stay that way.
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The Family Tree
Father | Jacob Morgan (deceased) Mother | Clara Maize (deceased) Siblings | Two younger brothers Spouse | Sarah Conklin (deceased) Children | Sawyer Adele Morgan, Jacob Marlon Morgan Other family | Brother in Law: Silas Maize
History
Some of my first memories of are my old man coming home from a long day at work. Right inside the doorway he would take off his gun belt and hang it up beside the door along with his old hat that I swear was rotting away. My mother would be waiting and he would pull her into his embrace kissing her and holding her to him for a few moments. It wasn't until I was married and had my own kids that I understood this. Now I would give anything to have those moments with my own wife back.
He'd go straight to the crib then and look down at my baby brother asleep in the crib with a smile on his face After that he would head to my other brother and I and hug us both. Then it was time to wash up and have supper. There was never any talk of his work at the table. At that time I had no idea what he did all I knew is he wore this shiny star on his chest. Some nights his brothers would join us as well and they wore the same stars on their chests.
By the time I was ten I knew what I was going to be when I grew up. The sheriff of Washington just like my old man and his before him. A Morgan had been the sheriff of the town since the beginning of it. My dad was my hero. My uncles came and went from town branching out to parts unknown that I had no desire to see. Everyone in town knew who my dad was and my grandfather. I was thirteen when my grandfather was killed in a shootout. One that Washington shouldn't have been in. They'd been called in to a neighboring county to help settle the dispute.
That week of the funeral the town was taken over by Morgan's. Cousins that I had never met before and would probably never see again till the next time a funeral rolled around. Day after the funeral the only Morgan's left in town was my old man and my brothers and I.
I joined the force when I turned eighteen. I lived and breathed by the code of the Morgan family. Unlike my brothers who lit out as soon as they had graduated from high school. They could have the bright lights of those cities I had no need for them. The stars were more than enough for me.
I was twenty years old when we were called in to back up some high mountain rangers up in the mountains. That was the day I met Sarah. There had been a few girls before her, but none of them stayed in Washington. I knew from the moment I saw her she was for me. There was just one obstacle in my way and that was her twin brother. That didn't detour me though. Three months later we were married. A year later we had a daughter and named her Sawyer. We were only blessed with one more child and that was Jacob. Seven wonderful years later my life was shattered when word came that she'd died in a high mountain rescue. From that I've never really recovered, but I had to go on for my children.
My wife's twin brother blamed himself for the accident and became a recluse up in the mountains. I would check on him from time to time trying to get the notion out of his head, but he wouldn't listen. I for one never blamed him. Sarah died doing something she loved doing. I let the job fall to my kids when they became teenagers to go and check on him. Speaking of my kids both of them joined me at the office. It's still a family business, but I do wonder if either of them will ever settle down to carry on the line of Morgan's. Only time will tell though.
Earlier this summer a motorcycle club rolled into town making it their new home. I wasn't happy about it at all. My quiet little town being taken over by a bunch of ruffians. Never thought they would come to grow on me. Still not happy finding out my daughter's shacking up with the president. Unfortunately they brought a pain in my rear to town with them. Tig Trager. I'm counting down the days till Angel's birthday and he's out of Washington. Though I am surprised he hasn't been a problem wince they've been living here. The president Woody at least is pulling me in when he should be to take care of problems. From what I have noticed this motorcycle club is about the life, but more about family. Which changes them in my eyes for the better.
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Role Player
Username • Hank 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.