Woah Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for Woah Been searchin' in the dark, your sweat soakin' through the floor Woah And buried in your bones, there's an ache that you can't ignore Takin' your breath, stealin' your mind And all that was real is left behind Don't fight it, it's comin' for you, runnin' at ya It's only this moment, don't care what comes after Your fever dream, can't you see it gettin' closer? Just surrender 'cause you feel the feelin' takin' over (Oh) It's fire, it's freedom, it's floodin' open (Oh) It's a preacher in the pulpit and your blind devotion (Oh) There's somethin' breakin' at the brick of every wall that's holdin' (Oh) All that you know, so tell me, do you wanna go? See upcoming pop shows Get tickets for your favorite artists Where it's covered in all the colored lights Where the runaways are runnin' the night Impossible comes true, it's takin' over you Oh, this is the greatest show We light it up, we won't come down And the sun can't stop us now Watchin' it come true, it's takin' over you Oh, this is the greatest show
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Basics
Full Name | Aramis Webster Creed Nicknames | None Birthday | May 20th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Sophomore Age | 16 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Aramis Knight Eye Color | Dark Brown Hair Color | Black Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | Slender
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My twin sister Athena Wren Creed. + My family. + Girls of course. + Acting. I love trying out for the school play and playing a character. + Riding my Harley. + Belonging to the Sons of Anarchy Jr Club.
Hate It! •
- Not being able to ride legally on the road. - Lying about anything. Puts my stomach in knots. - Having to get up and go to school. - Leaving New York. - Guys trying to pick up my twin. - Assholes who make rude comments to my twin.
• Losing one of my family. • My twin and I falling apart. • Someone hurting my twin.
Dreams •
• Getting to be the lead in a play. • Getting my first kiss.
Full Personality: •
I'm easy going, laid back and a loyal friend and brother. Though if you mess with my twin it throws a switch and I lose it. So you better watch out there. I'm a creative person. I like art stuff. I love acting too, but I don't tell anyone about it afraid they will make fun of me about it. If they did I don't know if I would still have the passion to be able to do it. I'm a pretty honest person so lying is hard for me to do.
[smear:#19e6d9]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e61968:0] 1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks. 2)Flamboyant: Striking or colorful in behavior and appearance. 3)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details. 4)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered 5)Quirky: Exhibiting peculiarities or idiosyncrasies. 6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
[smear:#e61968]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6d9:0] 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)Haughty: Contemptuously proud in a way that disdains others. 5)Pretentious: Characterized by a showiness meant to emphasize one's inflated sense of importance. 6)Melodramatic: Overly emotional; exhibiting overblown responses to situations or stimuli, often to create drama or draw attention.
I was born in New York City. My dad was a 69'er which was a motorcycle club. Unfortunately due to a few traitors within the club it is no more. He was one of the founding members of the club. I loved going to the clubhouse growing up. There used to be loyalty in the ranks and real brotherhood that seemed to have disappeared except for within a select few.
My mom was my dad's high school sweetheart. A love that betrayed time it seemed, but it didn't last. After my baby brother Dashall was born our mom changed. She ended up cheating on my dad. Then tried to get custody of us kids from dad, but something else caught her eye and she took off with that ignoring us. So luckily dad got custody of us.
I loved New York. I roamed the streets when I could and tagged things. No dad don't know about that. Don't ever plan on telling him either since I never got caught. I spend a lot of time hanging out with my twin sister Athena who is my best friend. I love art and am fairly decent at it. I was asked to help on a few murals in New York that turned out pretty great.
My passion is acting though. I was in the play that the school just put on at Abraham Lincoln High School. Only Athena knows that I love acting and was in the play. I haven't even told Daxton our older brother. Course though Aria and Dashall seen me in the play, but after with the shooting they probably forgot about it. Hopefully that is. I don't want everyone knowing and thinking I'm gay. Which I definitely am not. I love girls and everything about them.
My shoes have flowers on them. Dad wasn't too thrilled when he seen them, but it was a dare. Well the dare was to wear them one time, but they were comfortable and I liked them so I kept wearing them. Dad had told me to give Athena back her shoes, but I just laughed telling him they were mine much to his dismay. He probably thinks I'm going gay.
A couple of weeks ago I found out our friend Rayne was being bullied. I tried to stop the beating he was getting and got one myself and threatened by the bullies. They'd threatened Athena so I had backed down and not told anyone. I hadn't realized how bad they were bullying Rayne till recently when his dad was accused of child abuse after Rayne was in an accident. We almost lost Rayne, but he's going to be fine they say. The charges were cleared and I had come clean too about my part in it.
With the club falling apart I found out the club was undercover trying to take down a sex trafficking ring that the mayor of New York ran. My twin sister Athena and my baby sister Aria were taken by the mayors men. Luckily dad got there in time to save them. I'm leery about letting Athena out of my sight now. Since Daxton and I hadn't been home when they were taken either. We followed our dad along with our baby brother Dashall after he left which was a good thing cause our house blew up along with the other 69er's officer's houses except for one who was the traitor and he skipped town after draining the clubs accounts.
So now our three families have been put into protective custody and are out in the boondocks. Mountains surround us and there's only one paved road going through the town. Not even a stoplight just slow signs. I wonder if it's even the size of a football field. At least the scenery is pretty. I wish I had a sketchpad though so I could draw some of it. All we have though is the clothes we have on, and each other which is the main thing.
Well the summer is over. Was good and bad. Went to Sturgis for the first time and when we weren't getting attacked it was fun. We survived. Athena and I are part of the Sons of Anarchy Jr club. I love being in it. Made some new friends as well. Oh and we are getting a brand new school building to go to this year. Courtesy of the Astors. William Waldorf is going to be the principal. Guess he's not going back to being a lawyer in New York City. All of the Astor's have stuck around and are Sons now with my dad, Cain and Ransym. Sure they have made a few trips back home, but they've been here most of the time.
After getting back from Sturgis my dad, Cain, and Ransym threw a big bash at our place which ended up with a raid on the house. The Sons of Anarchy being arrested. My twin Athena and I and our younger siblings taken by them. The men who took us weren't that great of men and I got beaten up. One of them was trying to mess with Athena. He ended up getting shot, and I blacked out.When I woke up we were at a military base called area 51. Before all the before went down my older brother Daxton and a few others were hurt, and were taken on the helicopter to the hospital in Nevada City. Our dad's going with them, but the were arrested while there, and Daxton was kidnapped like we were. They haven't been able to find him yet, and were all worried. Dad's going crazy about it. Come to find out our mom's dad is the head of the Italian mob in New York City. He's the one behind Daxton's kidnapping and trying to get us too.
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Role Player
Username • Aramis 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.
