[smear:#19e6e2]Bad boys Whatcha want, whatcha want? Whatcha gonna do When Sheriff John Brown come for you? Tell me, whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Yeah Bad boys, bad boys Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? When you were eight and you had bad traits You go to school and learn the golden rule So why are you acting like a bloody fool? If you get hot, then you must get cool You chuck it on that one, you chuck it on this one You chuck it on your Mother and you chuck it on your Father You chuck it on your brother, and you chuck it on your sister You chuck it on that one, and you chuck it on me Nobody naw give you no break Police naw give you no break Not a soldier man give you no break Not even you idren naw give you no break Hey, hey[/smear:#e61988:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Satori Syn Vanderson Nicknames | Tori Birthday | August 30th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Criminal Justice Teacher with a Minor in English Grade | Graduated Age | 34 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter/Sons of Satan Relationship | Dating Jacob Marlon Morgan
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Appearance
Face Claim | Torrey Devitto Eye Color | Dark Brown Hair Color | Dark Brown Skin Color | White and tanned Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Slumber parties with my friends. + Learning more and more about Criminal Justice. + Teaching young students about Criminal Justice. + Spending time with my friends. + Taking long rides with my group of friends. + Spending time with my siblings.
Hate It! •
- Being idle for too long. - Losing touch with friends and family. - Not feeling free. - Not being able to see the stars. - Losing my father years ago. - Not being able to bend the rules.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + The club life. - My family - My friends - My new boyfriend Jacob Marlon Morgan.
Fears •
• That life will turn into one of those horror movies. • Being a shell of myself. • Another phone call saying someone I love has died.
Dreams •
• Having kids of my own someday. • Someone loving me even with the club life.
Full Personality: •
I live to teach and shape young minds. Criminal Justice is a passion for me. Even with my father having been an outlaw biker. I don't take no shit from my students. I can be a bullshitter when the time is right, but not when I'm up in front of a class full of kids and trying to teach them something from my heart. I have more than loyal friends who I am loyal right back to and love. Without them I wouldn't have gotten through my father dying.
[smear:#91a7b8]Positive Traits:[/smear:#52708c:0] 1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral. 2)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset. 3)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence. 4)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge. 5)Idealistic: Seeing the world as it could be; pursuing noble goals, beliefs, or a higher purpose. 6)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has.
[smear:#52708c]Negative Traits:[/smear:#91a7b8:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed. 4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority. 5)Compulsive: Subject to irresistible urges. 6)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
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The Family Tree
Father | Brand Vanderson (deceased) Mother | Carol Carnegie Vanderson Siblings | Beauregard James Vanderson, Anira Rae Vanderson Spouse | None Children | None Other family | Uncles: William Waldorf Astor Grain Aunts: Coral and Camilla Cousins: William Waldorf Astor Jr, Craig Astor, Billy Astor, Sasha Astor, Alaric Astor, Daniel Astor
History
I was born to two parents who were as different as night and day. They hadn't met till after my aunt had married the president of the Sons of Satan motorcycle club. My uncle Grain. My dad Brand was one of the officers of the sons of Satan too and my uncle Grain had introduced them. Talk about oil and water. They loved to fight which made them love one another all the more, and the making up could be heard well into the hours of the night. They loved each other and hated one another. I really didn't understand it. I was eight years old before they brought another baby into this world. This time it was twins though that they named Beauregard and Anira.
Growing up in my family was always fun. When dad was home he always had something for us to do. Mom was usually too busy with being a socialite. She was born into money. One of the Carnegies from New York City. So I was usually left with a nanny. I wasn't so lonely after the twins were born. I helped the nanny take care of them. I became protective of my younger siblings, and we grew close. Living in New York we went to the elite prestigious schools. Though dad said we would be just fine going to normal public school. That was one helluva fight between them over that one, and we didn't see them for the next couple of days. Sure we could hear them, but as kids we just figured they were still fighting, and knew better than to disturb them.
My brother went into the club life when he turned eighteen prospecting to the Sons of Satan. He's worked himself up to an enforcer of the club. I was accepted into the criminal justice program at Yale. I graduated from there with top honors. I went on to teach the subject at different colleges around the country. I met my friends of a lifetime back at Yale. Yes I joined a sorority and totally immersed myself in the experience. I'll never regret any of it. I live with three of my sorority sisters and we all teach at Caltech. My younger siblings did go onto college and became teachers as well much to my surprise.
Shortly after I graduated I got a call in middle of the night from my mother who was sobbing. I totally wanted to never remember that call. The ringing waking me from a deep sleep. Only to hear the words your father has died. That had shattered something inside of me. Something that has never fully healed. Mom has moved on, but she's not the same mother I grew up with. My aunts and my sister are there for her, but I can't be there. I was daddy's little girl and nothing was quite right after that. He's the one who encouraged me to follow my dreams and what I believed in. I still can't believe he is gone.
So I'm sorta estranged from my mother right now. Sure I'll answer the phone and talk to her when she calls. No I don't call her cause you never know what she is doing, and I haven't been back home since dad died. Oh I've been back to New York, but not to the house. There are too many memories of my dad there that I can't handle. I do visit the cemetery when I'm in New York and talk to him. I went back for all of my younger siblings important stuff going on. Their graduations and all. They even went on to college, and became teachers. I was proud of them.
My friends and I have all accepted jobs at a new school being built in Washington California. Hell the pay is something you can't turn down, and none of us have every helped open a school before. So we're moving to Washington California. I wasn't impressed used to big city life, but it was growing on me. So was the hottie deputy sheriff that had caught my eye. I took him to Sturgis to meet my family too. Now that was something. Especially with it ending in a raid by the Sons after Nomads from their charter hiding within the Sons of Satan. Of course since the camp was clothing optional we didn't have a speck of clothing on. I was used to it from growing up with my father a Son of Satan. Though I hadn't been allowed the clothing optional at the camp till I was over twenty-one. My uncle has the same rules for his kids.
Uncle William Waldorf just let me know that we are getting two more housemates. When I asked who he just smirked and said it was a surprise. I rolled my eyes, and walked away to get another beer to drink. I know I'm not getting anything out of him so not even going to try. I did let the girls know that we were getting two more housemates which they were fine with. Though they were as intrigued as I to know who they would be. He said they'd be here in the next few days so I guess that we will see. Hopefully there ones we can get along with. Surely they are or he wouldn't put them with us.
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Role Player
Username • Satori 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.