[smear:#19e6da]I've got that lightnin' inside me Son of a God I'm like a titan that's risin' Oh, just you watch I'm steppin' into fate There is no time to waste I've got that lightnin' inside me This is how legends are made I'm crankin' up on the throttle Victory is mine Show you the harder the battle The harder I fight I've come too far to quit Step back I'm goin' in I'm crankin' up on the throttle This is how legends are made[/smear:#e619b2:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Bree Anna McConnell Nicknames | None Birthday | October 25th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Sophomore Age | 15 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Brec Bassinger Eye Color | Green Hair Color | Blonde Skin Color | Curvy Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My family + Playing Quarterback + Riding my Harley. + A really cute boy. + Wearing my shitkickers. + I love everything about school.
Hate It! •
- Being idle and getting bored. - Losing my father. - When I fight with my siblings. - Sitting on the bench. - Anchovies, the smell makes me sick. - Boys who don't think girls have what it takes .
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My mom Aurora Devin McConnell + My family + My throwing arm. - My dad's memory. - My family. - Cute Boys.
Fears •
• Losing another of my family. • Not being able to play football. • Not being liked or accepted for who I am.
Dreams •
• Playing football in high school and college. • Playing Starting Quarterback.
Full Personality: •
I like to talk once my shyness wears off so watch out. I can be outgoing and I love school and playing football. I'm not conceited I'm very modest most of the time. Football is my passion and I play with the boys not some power puff shit. I feel closer to my dad when I play since he's the one who taught me how to play. It's like he's there with me on the field. Instead of just up in Heaven looking down and watching over me.
[smear:#8419e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e6194a:0] 1)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn. 2)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence 3)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear. 4)Friendly: Showing friendship; acting in a way that befits a friend. 5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 6)Playful: Fond of playing and fun.
[smear:#19e6de]Negative Traits:[/smear:#a419e6:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 3)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences. 4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. 5)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 6)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
Well guess I should start with me being born. I was born in Manhattan, Kansas. Not as big as New York City where my parents grew up at, but it was pretty big. I have two older sisters, an older brother and a younger brother. My life was full of love and laughter till my dad died. Then things weren't so great. I knew my mom was depressed even though I was in grade school. My dad was everything to us and in the blink of an eye he was gone.
If it weren't for my dad I wouldn't have my dream of being a quarterback princess. I loved playing at an early age with my dad and brothers. My dad said I had one of the best throwing arms he'd ever seen. He worked with me on it and coached me like he did with my brothers and the positions they played. My older sisters would play with us sometimes, but they didn't take it serious like my brothers and I. When I started junior high I didn't think I could go out for football without my dad there, but my whole family backed me up and gave me pep talks. I was the only girl quarterback in Kansas. My brothers and I took them to state every year and we won.
The fight for me to play came in high school when the football coach was totally against a girl playing in high school football. Most of the sophomores and incoming freshman went on strike knowing how good I was in junior high playing with me. Even some of the older brothers joined in. Finally the coach caved and was more than happy when I took them to state and we won. He wasn't happy when I told him we were moving to California cause my mom and uncle got jobs at a new school there where I would be going as well. He actually cried as I walked out the door to start my new life.
So now I'll be starting high school again in a new school. Without my friends I had grown up with. At least I had my brothers and sisters and my cousins. With my uncle the VP of the new school and the principal a good friend of the family I shouldn't have a fight on my hands to play football there. Well at least I hope I won't. I'll be devastated if I can't play and keep living my dream my dad and I shared. Oh and most of the kids going to the new school are biker's kids. Meaning their parents were in a motorcycle club or at least one of the parents were.
My dad had been a Son of Anarchy, and we weren't a part of the life like we were when he was alive. Sure we helped out with the charity drives and all, but it wasn't the same. Now we were going to get a chance to be part of the junior club. Well my sisters and I were excited about it. Our brothers planned on prospecting to the Sons of Anarchy when they turned eighteen. Which just wasn't fair in my opinion. Our stuff is already on the way to Washington California. Just need to have our bikes loaded up on the family jet when the time comes to leave which will be soon.
The best part about moving here was getting to join the jr club. I've met a lot of new friends and can't wait to see what the year brings. Especially in a brand new high school that's going to be mainly kids from biker families.
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Role Player
Username • Bree 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.