[smear:#19a8e6]He hid behind his lunchbox Everyday at that bus-stop Where some big ole boys got their kicks Kickin' him 'round He was scared as hell of that recess bell That playground was more like a battlefield And he knew he'd get himself killed If he didn't back down With black in his eye and blood in his mouth On the way home, all he thought about Is we could've been team-mates, we could've been friends You could've made a difference, you could've stepped in If you didn't like me, you should've just let me be But no, you had to pick on me It's time to make a stand, take responsibility Cause it's gotten out'a hand There should never have to be Another child's headstone That might as well read You had to pick on me Yeah, you had to pick on me[/smear:#7e19e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Rayne Thomas Knight Nicknames | None Birthday | August 9th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Junior Age | 17 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Julian Crouser Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Dirty blonde Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None yet Build | Slender
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Riding my Harley. + I love playing Sports. I'm all around. + Athena Wren Creed + The occasional times when dad is around. + Drawing + Kissing Athena
Hate It! •
- My brothers - My dad never around - Being the middle child. - Not being wanted. - Being picked on. - Being bullied.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My athletic ability + My mind + Athena - My athletic ability - Athena - Being pathetic
Fears •
• Losing one of my family • Not able to ride and clear my head. • Losing Athena before were really ever together.
Dreams •
• Actually taking Athena out on a date. • Working up my nerve to actually talk to Athena.
Full Personality: •
I'm the middle child. The one who gets forgotten about. Left behind. Yes it has happened and I have paranoia even thinking about it. I tend to stay in the background and not draw attention to myself cause if I do it usually turns out bad. So I'm pathetic, shy, introverted. I 'm quiet. Nobody ever talks to me so why bother. I used to love sports and playing. I was good at it. Till I started getting bullied by the star player for taking the attention away from him. I didn't want the attention I just wanted to play. So now I'm nervous about even thinking about playing anymore.
[smear:#1984e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#8c19e6:0] 1)Innocent: Being of pure intent and motive. 2)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details. 3)Focused: Having fixed concentration and attention. 4)Introverted: Being inclined to explore one's inner mental landscape more so than the outer world. 5)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence 6)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.
[smear:#8c19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#1984e6:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences. 3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 4)Insecure: Lacking confidence and surety. 5)Indecisive: Prone to wavering between courses of action. 6)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
Nothing really to tell. I was born. End of story. My mom left four years ago. Before that life was miserable as well. The words I remember from her was that she wished I had never been born that she didn't want me. She doted on my brothers though. I'm the middle child. Older brothers Ryder and Rafe are twins that everyone thinks are all that. Then there's my little brothers Rowan and Rory who everyone thinks are so cute and adorable. Me? I'm invisible it seems.
My older brothers when they do notice me is only to razz me about something. To mess around with me. The younger ones blame everything they've done wrong on me. So I get into trouble when I haven't even done anything. My dad's usually busy with club stuff so he's never around. We have a nanny around a lot of the time. Though I think she's messing around with my older brothers so there will probably be another nanny down the drain.
Even at school I don't really have any friends, and it's not for lack of trying. I excel at sports especially basketball and baseball and the coaches usually like me which pisses off the other guys. Which got me beat up a few times as well. I guess Scott's sort of my friend, but he's usually hanging out with Maggie which makes me a third wheel. Aramis and Athena are always together too. So I'd be another third wheel. So I usually hid out in the library during lunch hour and that's where I was when the school shooting went down.
I guess I was pathetic enough that when on of the shooters aimed his gun at me he just smirked and went on not pulling the trigger. My dad doesn't even know or care that I was at the school when the shooting was. Just that Rowan and Rory were. Rory was saved by Tyler Williams who is his hero now. Why didn't the shooter just shoot me and put me out of my misery?
There's one thing that keeps me going or I should say she keeps me going. I think of her and get lost in that. Her name is Athena Creed, and she doesn't even know I'm alive. Yeah our dads and brothers are all friends, but like I said I'm invisible. She'd never even give me the time of day.
I bet if I just disappeared nobody would even notice. Nor would they care if I ever got hurt either. If dad has seen a bruise on me he usually gets pissed and tells me to quit getting into fights when I was usually the one jumped or corner and beaten up. Guess I'm just the problem child for him. He'd probably love it if I did disappear.
The 69'ers were pretty much wiped out but for my dad, Rowdy and Cain and the older boys. So now we're in witness protection in Washington California. I got hurt shortly after moving here, and they almost lost me on the way to the hospital in Nevada City. I was rushed into surgery for internal bleeding. While in there they found old bruising and scars from the times I had been beaten at school back in New York. Child Protective Services had even been called on my dad. The social worker that came though was tied into the Sons of Anarchy clubs. Between her and the Astors it got cleared up pretty quick. The anesthesiologist had been told by the other doctor to sorta leave me sedated for awhile. Which was not good at all and pissed Doc Evans off. He's the reason I'm still alive. I was reliving what happened to me back in New York and dad heard it all cause I was half in and half out of the sedation and thought I was back there actually going through it when I was right there with him.
Other things happened over the summer too, but I really don't want to talk about it. I have kissed Athena twice now, and made a fool of myself both times. hmm maybe the third time will be the charm, but I don't know. I'm afraid to try. Even though I know she likes me now too. I know she's not going to wait on me forever though. We'll be starting school soon and William Waldorf saw one of my drawings. A wolf riding a motorcycle. It's what I imaged the new school's mascot to be. Well it's definitely going to be the mascot now. I get to paint it at the school too with Aramis's help. That will be fun, and something I am looking forward to. It feels weird to be excited about something and looking forward to it. When most of my life I've been dreading what was to come next.
My mom had hurt me in more ways than one before she left. She found us here though, and was going to be a teacher. It definitely made me not want to go now. She was killed at Sturgis though so now I don't have to worry about her anymore. She'd left me for dead four years ago and was trying to drown my baby brothers when the twins got there and stopped her. Dad was the one that found me though after the twins calling him.
That's behind me now. Time to move on and try to enjoy life. My older brothers are different towards me now. In a good way. There there for me unlike before. I'm getting to where I am comfortable around them. I know there not going to let anything happen to me if they can do something. They've reassured they will be there for me when school starts too. They will be taking college classes there and around.
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Role Player
Username • Rayne 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.
