[smear:#b519e6]Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight are those Girls, girls, girls Long legs and burgundy lips Girls, girls, girls Dancing down on Sunset Strip Girls, girls, girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat, sweet to eat On Halloween and New Years Eve Yankee girls, you just can't be beat But they're the best when they're off their feet Girls, girls, girls At the Dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale Girls, girls, girls Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletale Girls, girls, girls Raising hell at the Seventh Veil Have you read the news In the Soho Tribune? You know she did me Well, then she broke my heart I'm such a good, good boy I just need a new toy I tell you what, girl Dance for me, I'll keep you over-employed Just tell me a story You know the one I mean Crazy Horse, Paris, France Forgot the names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Must've broke those Frenchies' laws with those Girls, girls, girls B-B-Body Shop, Marble Arch Girls, girls, girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, girls, girls[/smear:#1932e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Lynn Malec Grey Nicknames | None Birthday | July 1st Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Works at Anarchy Bar/Anarchy Track Grade | Graduated Age | 24 Club Affiliation | Reno SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Zac Efron Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | White and tanned Scars/Markings | SOA Tattoos and a few others. Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My family and friends. + Living the club life and having a blast! + The feeling of Rolling Thunder riding my Harley. + Having fun with the sweetbutts when my mom isn't around to get after me. + Partying it up with my friends. + Girls, Girls, Girls
Hate It! •
- When some guy hurts a girl. - Fighting with my brothers. - Hearing someone bad talking someone. - Having to make a run for it. Getting away. - Reading anything and everything. Gives me a headache. - Fish it smells nasty and taste nasty.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + The club - My family - My friends - Girls, Girls, Girls
Fears •
• Dropping my bike. • Losing one of my family. • Getting shot.
Dreams •
• Finding a girl of my own. • Getting to be a bouncer at the bar.
Full Personality: •
I get along with most people. I can be caring and wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a protector or try to be. I'm very loyal as well. Sometimes though I don't think before I leap into things which usually get's me into trouble. People say I'm gullible and I probably am. I just let it go. Things do go right over my head.
[smear:#b519e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#1932e6:0] 1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks. 2)Affectionate: Showing open fondness for others. 3)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity. 4)Inspirational: Encouraging others, through one's example, to strive for change and fulfillment. 5)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral. 6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
[smear:#1932e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#b519e6:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Mischievous: Getting oneself and others into frequent trouble. 3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. 5)Foolish: Engaging in dangerous activities 6)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences.
I was born before my parents got married. Doesn't matter cause they were definitely in love. They got married shortly after I was born. The first time my dad saw my mom she was dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly where she worked. He said it was love at first sight. It wasn't long after that I was conceived. My parents aren't shy about their love either, and are usually dragging one another off. I love how their love is epic. Well at least to me it is.
I knew from a young age my mom loved us with all of her being. God forbid anyone hurt any of us. She'd tear their balls off. She was protective of all kids, but with my brothers and I it was even worse. I've seen it take my dad and my uncles to pull her off of someone before.
I grew up with the club life with my dad, my uncles and my grandpa all being son's of anarchy. My gramps may not been one of the first nine, but he was close as he was the eleventh member. He was friends with John Teller and Piney Winston the founders having fought with them in whatever war it was. He and Sloan Fox came back home to Reno and started the Reno Charter of Son's of Anarchy. Which I'm pretty proud of that fact.
I wasn't too smart in school, but I got by. I hated going to school. At least I could read and write. Mom likes to ask me where my common sense is too and rolls her eyes. Quite haven't figured that one out yet though. I just shrug it off. Sometimes I do shit without thinking it through first. I like to be spontaneous, and this often get's me into trouble that my gramps, dad, uncles, mom, brothers, and cousins usually have to pull me out of. Oh well at least I usually had fun at first.
I prospected when I turned eighteen. Was a son a year later. I was a daredevil on my bike as well. Growing up riding a dirt bike I used to do all kinds of tricks. Even broke my arms a few times and a couple of times one of my legs. Didn't matter I was right back doing them. Though on my Harley I'm a little more careful with it. My gramps told me that when I was riding on the streets I better keep both of my eyes open and think straight.
Around when I was nineteen shortly after becoming a son some guy was trying to mess with my Aunt Harper. She was walking away, and he grabbed her pushing her back into the wall holding his body against hers. I didn't think I reacted hitting him away from her. I was in a world of pain when I came too. The guy was on the ground now that had gotten the best of me and my mom was being held back while my dad and uncles were pounding on the guy. Aunt Harper was kneeling above me crying holding my head in her lap. It wasn't the first time I gotten beat up and wouldn't be the last. Usually it didn't happen that bad, but at least I had gotten a couple of hits in on the guy.
Also you don't mess with my little brothers Noah and Cody. We all three get along pretty good, but maybe it's cause our parents love us all unconditionally and don't pick favorites. We may argue about something petty once in awhile, but there's never been actual fighting between us. I love my brothers, and I don't care who knows that.
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Role Player
Username • Lynn 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.