I'm a go getter. When I want something I go for it. I put everything I have into it. I can be bright and bubbly or a real sourpuss depends on the day and what's going on. I am a really caring person and want to help people. I'm not dependent on anyone for anything. Haven't been in years. I learned to take care of myself at an early age with my mother being on drugs. If you mess with me or my friends though I can get very vindictive, and get revenge on you when you least expect it. Otherwise I've usually very sweet and caring.

[smear:#39efc7]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619cb:0]
1)Sensible: Characterized by sound judgment and keen awareness.
2)Centered: Maintaining a healthy life view that promotes equilibrium; emotionally stable and focused.
3)Efficient: Carrying out tasks effectively; being productive with one's time.
4)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.
5)Observant: Paying careful attention to details and other things.
6)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge

[smear:#e619cb]Negative Traits:[/smear:#39efc7:0]
1)Stubborn: I tend to do what I like and not be swayed by others.
2)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
3)Insecure: In my job not at all.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
5)Jealous: Characterized by suspicion and envy.
6)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.

I was born in New York city twenty-one years ago. My mom wasn't married at the time. She married her live in boyfriend a couple of years later. He was horrible to us, and put my mom in the hospital a few times, and I always had bruises. I was about five when my father got her into drugs. A year later I was living with my mother's sisters who raised me after that.

Life with my aunts was different. They had 9 to 5 jobs which I didn't understand. Though I was starting to school late I accelerated at it and loved it. I read every book I could get my hands on and was always buried in one. I was a star student, but I didn't let it go to my head. I also realized I loved helping others and taking care of them.

When I was twelve my mom went into rehab and she stayed clean for a few months. During that time she told me who I thought was my father wasn't. My real father's name was Thorn Thomas. The man she had dated and loved in high school up into her twenties, before cheating on him. She says she had a paternity test done to make sure, but I never saw the results my self. Unfortunately she got back into the drugs and went back to my stepfather.

I went through a wild phase my freshman year of high school. Losing my virginity, drinking and getting into trouble. Even through all of that I stayed at the top of my class. One thing I never did was drugs. After seeing what they had done to my mother there was no way. There was one boy in high school who I would have loved to get to know better. Every time I got the guts up to try he'd be skipping school that day. I heard his dad was the president of the 69'ers, but I didn't know for sure. I didn't even know his name though I was dying to know.

Time went by and I graduated top of my class at Abraham Lincoln high school. I was the valedictorian as well. I gave my speech and went on. Throwing my hat with the rest of the class. I already had taken all the prerequisites for nursing school during high school. As well as worked almost a full time job on the weekends and weeknights. During the summers I did double time so I was able to buy my Harley when I turned sixteen.

I went onto nursing school where I graduated the top of my class as well and I'm going on to be a nurse practitioner. Along the way I got with Doc Evans who was a well known surgeon in New York. He had his own practice as well and took me under his wing. He got me into the Astor scholarship program which helped me pay for my schooling. It was through him I took a paternity test and found out my father was Thorn Thomas just as my mother had said. I spoke to my aunts and they told me stories of what they could remember of him. Doc Evans added some as well. Come to find out he had been the doctor at my father's birth as well as my own. What had taken him away from New York had been a tragedy though. I didn't know all of it, but I knew enough.

Over the last two years the Astor family has gotten to know me some. I was hired to take care of a few of them when they'd get sick or hurt. I earned where I am today. Two years ago my mother died of a drug overdose, but I hadn't talked to her for a few years before cause of her drug habit. I didn't even get to go to the funeral cause of a important test I had to take. My aunts had went though.

Picture below of my mom and aunts when they were younger.



I was hired by the Astors to take care of a boy who was shot in the Abraham Lincoln High school shooting where I graduated from. The boy's father knows my father. Now I'm on the way to California with them where they are moving to a town called Washington California. Where there is a new charter of the Sons of Anarchy. One my father who I have never met is a member of.

The summer flew by before I knew it. I met my father shortly after arriving here. He had welcomed me with open arms and tears. If he had known I was truly his he'd have been there for me growing up. I believed him. I haven't regretted a moment I have spent with him. I almost lost him when he was run down on his bike by a fake hypo just as I was getting to know him. The summer had it's ups and downs, but we survived it. Shortly before I had arrived dad had not one set of twins, but two dropped off on his doorstep. So I have four younger siblings. Ages 4 and 4 months now. The babies were malnourished and underdeveloped when their sweetbutt of a mother abandoned them here. Now their thriving and growing like weeds. In July three more children were brought that DNA tests proved they were my dad's too. I wonder if I'll have how many sets of twins with I start having kids. Though that won't be for awhile yet.

Oh and I'm related to the Astors. John Jacob didn't know till we were leaving New York, and he left it to my father Thorn to tell me. Come to find out my grandmother was the eldest of the Astor siblings. Thought my tuition and back tuition that I owed was paid off by the Astors before. I had been confused, and still tried to refuse it. Even though it was only for blood relatives. Well needless to say my schooling is totally paid for. What money I earn I hardly spend so my bank account is growing. Not to mention the inheritance I got having Astor blood. That is put back though and I don't touch it.

And that hot boy from high school well I finally met him. Won't tell you what we did right away, but we've been inseparable since. His dad is now a son of Anarchy with mine. Though he used to be the president of the 69'ers and founding member of it. That's not my story to tell either. My old man's name is Brock Forrester. He's definitely quite the catch, and he knows how to distract me from my studies when he knows I'm overdoing it. He's definitely the one for me!