[smear:#ff0000]Last night, I dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer I set it on the table and I talked to it 'til four I read some old love letters right up 'til the break of dawn Yeah, I've been sittin' alone, diggin' up bones Then I went through the jewelry and I found our wedding rings I put mine on my finger and I gave yours a fling Across this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home Yeah, tonight, I'm sittin' alone, diggin' up bones I'm diggin' up bones (diggin' up bones) I'm diggin' up bones (diggin' up bones) Exhumin' things that's better left alone I'm resurrectin' memories of a love that's dead and gone Yeah, tonight, I'm sittin' alone, diggin' up bones And I went through the closet and I found some things in there Like that pretty negligee that I bought you to wear And I recall how good you looked each time you had it on Yeah, tonight, I'm sittin' alone, diggin' up bones[/smear:#5a3d3b:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Crew Adam Hudson Nicknames | None Birthday | June 14 Gender | Male Sexuality | here Occupation • Road Captain/Bouncer at Anarchy bar Grade | Quit High School Age | 50 Club Affiliation | Reno Nevada SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Hugh Jackman Eye Color | Brown Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | White and tanned Scars/Markings | SOA Tattoos and my kids names tattooed Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My three kids more than anything. + Living the club life and loving it. + Riding my Harley with my kids and my friends at my side! + Working at Anarchy Bar + Trying to drink the other guys under the table. + Sweetbutts who warm my bed.
Hate It! •
- Being married each time I was. - When my children are hurting inside and out. - Fighting amongst the crowd. - When I let my temper get the better of me. - Those who gamble with their money and their lives. - My ex-wives who turned out wrong.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My kids + The club + Keeping secrets - My kids - My club - Sweetbutts
Fears •
• One of my kids being hurt. • Losing one of my kids. • My secrets coming out.
Dreams •
• two • dreams
Full Personality: •
I'm as laid back as the next guy unless it involves my kids. If you piss me off my mouth runs wild and I go for the throat. I don't trust easily cause of the past. So I definitely don't have any new friends. Unless your a son, but the trust doesn't come overnight. I especially don't like law enforcement.
[smear:#ff0000]Positive Traits:[/smear:#5a3d3b:0] 1)Protective: Definitely protective of my mate and kids. 2)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight. 3)Observant: I always pay careful attention to my surroundings and people. 4)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses. 5)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks. 6)Appreciative: Showing thankful recognition for what life brings.
[smear:#5a3d3b]Negative Traits:[/smear:#ff0000:0] 1)Extravagant: Exceeding the limits of sensibility or need. Especially on my kids on birthdays and holidays. 2)Rowdy: I can get this way when I've had a few too many. 3)Cocky: When betting against someone and I win I can get a bit cocky when competitive. 4)Evasive: When my kids are trying to find out what I'm getting them I can be really evasive. 5)Stubborn: Without a doubt! It runs in the family. 6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
I was born in Las Vegas to two compulsive gamblers. They cared more about gambling than they did me. I spent most of my childhood in casinos or the hotel rooms. One thing I hate is gambling now. Never had a homemade dinner till after I prospected to the sons of Anarchy. My parents were murdered when I was in my late teens by someone who knew they'd won a jackpot. Whoever it was stole the money and killed my parents. I was the one who found them dead in the motel room.
I became friends with Blaze when he prospected to the Sons, and I ended up following him to Reno when he went back there with Marcia. We may not always see eye to eye, but he's still my friend. When I came to Reno I had my daughter Abby and my son Cameron, but I'm getting ahead of myself now.
I was married by the time I was nineteen with a beautiful woman. Contessa was her name. I worshipped the ground she walked on. I was never more happier than when she had our daughter Abigail who we named after my mother. Wasn't for sure why, but Abby she was. When Abby was about one I came home to find my wife in bed with another woman. She told me she wanted me out. So I left and took Abby with me which didn't suit well with her. Though since she was the one who cheated I won custody of our daughter.
Two years later I married another woman. I should have known something was wrong about her cause Abby had been a fun loving little three year old to almost afraid of her shadow. When I would get home Clarissa would complain about Abby and how bad she was. Abby would cling to me unlike before. Clarissa was pregnant though so I found one of the other wives to watch Abby during the day so Clarissa wouldn't have to. Things improved with Abby for awhile.
My first son Cameron was born shortly after Abby's fourth birthday which Clarissa tried to take the attention from. Saying she was in labor but she really wasn't so I missed most of the party at the clubhouse for Abby. At least she got to have fun. I was more than thrilled to have my son. Now I had a daughter and a son.
Life was going good till one day I went home. Abby's babysitter hadn't been able to watch her that day. I found my daughter laying in a pool of blood naked. My son was screaming. I didn't know what to do. Oh god I thought where was Clarissa. I walked into our bedroom and she was fucking some dude that I had no idea who he was. I realized what had happened to my daughter as well. I saw red and to this day no one knows what happened to that bitch and the bastard with her. Nobody is ever going to find them.
I gave up on women after that. Nobody had liked Clarissa so nobody really questioned when she was just gone. I stuck to sweetbutts after that. Abby went through a period of being scared of everyone, but I was there for her and for my son raising them on my own. A couple of years later I went with Marcia and Blaze to Reno. Two years later I got a sweetbutt pregnant, and she had my son Colt, but she wanted nothing to do with raising a baby. She left town shortly after that. Marcia and Jennie helped me out with my kids after that.
I do have to say they all three have turned out to be fine kids. Respectable ones most of the time. I'm proud of every single one of them. Abby has become a social worker and loves helping kids. Cameron and Colt work at the Anarchy bar. They also prospected into the Reno charter of the Sons of Anarchy. I don't believe in love anymore after being scorned by two women. I see what Marcia and Blaze have, but I know I'll never have it. Doesn't bother me that much anymore. All I need is my kids and my club. If I want a woman it's usually a sweetbutt I take back to my room. Make sure I use protection now as well.
Well my daughter thinks she's fallen for a boy she had just met. I let Cameron beat the boy and handle it for now. The boy won't even fight back. Then he turned the tables on Tucker who was messing around joking with Abby and pissed most of the club off. Then I let my mouth get the better of me and pissed off half of my club. I know I shouldn't have said the things I did. But after what I've been through with my kids I can be an ass protecting them. Though I can't believe my eldest son turned his back on me that day. He came around after I told him the truth though when it came out I was a wanted man. I think he understood why I do the things I do.
I've spent all summer hiding out here at a campground in Washington, California. The local sheriff knowing where I was though, and on my side when I told him what happened that day. I was cleared of all charges with a videotape of that day being found. It was put down as self defense cause the bastard had drawn a gun on me, and I got him first. Now the hard part is telling my daughter what happened to her that day. She has a right to know.
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Role Player
Username • Crew 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.
