[smear:#19e6c9]I'm not jealous, I'm not frightened Climb up to your lips, with the swiftness In a murmur, somewhere private Suddenly my heart knows it's weakness is a Half smile touch Casually call you love When your hand is enough Casually say it's love Casually say it's love Casually say it's love Casually say it's love Casually say it's love I'm a wild girl in the wild in the fire Gather me from one place or another Loving is enough with a kiss, with a kiss Gather me from one place or another (One place or another, oh I'm a wild girl) I'm not jealous I'm not frightened How could we separate now In this silence Little by little I'm Sinking right in It's not a secret My hearts weakness is a Half smile touch Casually call you love When your hand is enough Casually say it's love[/smear:#e619a8:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Dylan Ryan Fox Nicknames | Dyl , Foxie Birthday | August 2nd Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Anarchy Bar Other odds and ends Grade | Graduated Age | 26 Club Affiliation | Reno SOA Charter Relationship | Old Man Rocko Nicholas Moretti
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Appearance
Face Claim | Jessica Alba Eye Color | Dark Brown ( people usually thinks your full of shit then) Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | White/Tanned Scars/Markings | A few tattoos Build | Curvy in all the right places
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Sons of Anarchy + My family + My Harley + Riding Free + Shooting bottles off of fences. + Boys of course!
Hate It! •
- Something going wrong. - Assholes - Braggers - Hang Arounds that are useless and think they know everything. - My father away for retaliations where he could get hurt. - When my father tells me I can't do something when he's trying to protect me.
• Dying Young. • Something going wrong. • One of my family getting hurt or worse killed.
Dreams •
• Getting to a member of the Sons. Yeah I know never going to happen. • Having a family of my own one day.
Full Personality: •
I'm pretty outgoing, probably a lot more than my overprotective father likes. I don't take shit and not afraid to put somebody in their place that needs to be. I know how to flirt, how to get what I want, and a lot of other things. I don't go around bragging though. I take my life, and my families as well as the clubs seriously.
[smear:#19e6c9]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a8:0] 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:#e619a8]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6c9:0] 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, but with guys it's a whole other story. Lacking confidence and surety. 4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 5)Jealous: Characterized by suspicion and envy. When the other girls talk about their boyfriends or having a date. 6)Suspicious: Suspecting others without proof or evidence.
I don't remember my mother at all. She split when my baby brother Kyle was still a baby. I was only five. Dad raised us and had help from my Aunt Jennie his sister who had her own kids as well and my Uncle Speed. Marcia helped out with us as well. Aunt Jennie and Marcia are the only ladies that stuck around the club through the years. Other old ladies came and went, but Aunt Jennie and Marcia were born into the club with their fathers and brothers all becoming Sons of Anarchy.
The whole Reno Nevada charter is close like one big family, and I love it. All the guys looked out for us kids growing up. Took care of boo boo's when Jennie and Marcia weren't around. They became fathers and mothers to all of us kids.
I got my own bike when I turned fifteen. Didn't have a license till I was sixteen, but that didn't stop me from riding it, and my dad let me. He totally gives in when I give him my pout. I work for what I've gotten as well so I've earned it. I only use the pout when it's something that I can't get on my own.
I started my own club as well with the other girls in the club. Since we'd never be allowed to be a Son since girl weren't allowed to be. There was me, Riley, Harper, Grace and Daphne. Plus a few others that we called good friends. Daphne being younger and more innocent we protect from the major stuff we do that could be illegal leaving her out of those things. Riley though she doesn't mind getting her hands down and dirty. My Aunt Grace is the same age as I am. She was a surprise baby I guess of my grandparents.
My dad and uncles know we have our own little club, but not what we do. They'd probably have a heart attack if they knew. Oh well what they don't know won't hurt them. We love what were doing though, and have had a full close calls, but came out unscathed.
I hear there's a new charter starting up in Washington California which is a little over a hour away. The girls and I are going to have to make a trip down there to check them out.; See if there are any hotties in the group. All the boys in our charter are either our brothers or like our brothers. I've had a few bad boy boyfriends, but usually end up dumping them when they don't live up to expectations so here's to hoping there's a reliable one in the new charter.
I found the one who can keep up with me. His name is Rocko Moretti and his dad is the president of the new Washington charter. I don't want to get out of bed anymore. I plan on sticking around here in Washington for awhile. Might as well live the life!
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Role Player
Username • Dylan 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.