[smear:#20f8d4]My heart is racing can't stop this feeling My ground is shaking oh, wanna let go, go crazy Dance on the ceiling my world is waiting oh Don't want to stop, give up, I want it all 'cause I just ain't had it enough Keep up, we're gonna show the world That there's just no stopping us No one can hold us back we're gonna break the rules Can't hold us back we're gonna light the fuse and us I'm living on the wildside, wildside No telling what I might find, might find No stopping 'cause it feels right, feels right I'm living on the oh oh oh On the wildside, wildside So let it now it's my time, my time No stopping 'cause it feels right, feels right[/smear:#7019e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Ryker Talon Burgess Nicknames | Ry, Ryke Birthday | March 31st Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Anarchy Bar Grade | Graduated Age | 21 Club Affiliation | Reno Nevada SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Jesse McCartney Eye Color | Green Hair Color | Blonde Skin Color | White and tanned Scars/Markings | Soa tattoos and a few others Build | Getting pretty muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My sister Daphne most of the time. + Going out on the open ride and riding my Harley with my friends. + Spending time with my family. + Hanging out with my Uncle Tucker. + Having grown up knowing the club life, and living it! + Girls especially the sweetbutts who frequent the bar!
Hate It! •
- When some guy is checking my sister out, - Not being able to go on runs. - Being told I'm not old enough yet. - Guys who hit girls. - My mother who just left us! - Hot and Spicy foods that make your mouth burn.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + The club - My family - My friends - Girls
Fears •
• Some guy hurting my sister. • Losing one of my family. • Dying Young
Dreams •
• To have a girl on each arm. • To be allowed to go on runs and other things.
Full Personality: •
I guess you could say I'm usually one of the crowd. I don't tend to stand out cause I hate that. So I just hang back and take stuff in. Though if you try to mess with my sister I will be in your face. You could say I'm more than overprotective of her. Most people think I'm the quiet shy type. I'm not really just usually don't have anything to say unless I'm with my friends hanging out. When I'm in a mood you never know how I am going to react.
[smear:#20f8d4]Positive Traits:[/smear:#7019e6:0] 1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 2)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity. 3)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral. 4)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others. 5)Wholesome: Being of high moral fiber; having a good influence on others. 6)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
[smear:#7019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#20f8d4:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 4)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood. 5)Violent: Using physical force to intimidate, abuse, or cause injury. 6)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
I was born in Reno Nevada and lived here my whole life. Can't imagine living anywhere else. I grew up in the club life seeing as how my dad is a Son of Anarchy and was one before I was born. My uncle Tucker is a Son of Anarchy as well. My mom left when I was around three and my sister two. Only seen pictures of her, but I don't remember her at all which is fine with me cause she isn't worth worrying about if she just left us like she did.
I grew up keeping an eye on my sister. Were only a year apart, but I'm still older and overprotective of her. Dad says I've been that way since she was born. I didn't like anyone holding her, but my parents. If anyone else held her I'd be standing right in front of them glaring. Still glare at anyone that get's too close to her, and nobody better touch her.
I got my first bike which was a dirt bike when I was around four or five. The dads had set up a little course for us kids back behind the club and we were out there from sunrise to sunset and later when they put lights up sometimes till midnight. My first Harley though. I about orgasmed riding it the first time. It was so sweet. We still tear up the dirt track which has grown with us over the years, but we definitely ride our Harley's and the girls now more.
I lost my virginity when I was a freshman in high school to some sweetbutt. She's long gone now, and I don't remember her name. Which kind of sucks, but that's life I guess. There's been quite a few girls since her. No special girl though. Which is fine. Dad get's along with just the sweetbutts and I guess that's how I'll be too. Uncle Tucker seems to be following in his footsteps though as well. Except for with Harper. I still don't understand what Uncle Tucker has going with her. That's their business though.
I prospected when I turned eighteen same as my friends did. It wasn't bad, but then I grew up knowing what to expect and to do. A year later I was a Son of Anarchy. Though I still work my butt off at the club in the kitchen and cleaning up after we close. Gives me money to spend since they won't allow me to go on runs yet. Still say I'm not old enough. Hell I'm twenty one now. I'll probably always be a kid to them.
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Role Player
Username • Ryker 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.