DYLAN RYAN FOX
^{26 year old SON OF ANARCHY JR CLUB, WELCOME TO WASHINGTON CALIFORNIA}

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Name: Dylan Ryan Fox
Nickname: Dyl , Foxie
Gender: female
Birthdate: August 2nd
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Works at Anarchy bar and other odds and ends
Grade: graduated
Age: 26
Motorcycle Club: Reno Nevada Jr Club

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Love it?
+Sons of Anarchy
+My family
+My Harley
+Riding Free
+Shooting
+Boys

Hate it?
-Assholes
-When my father tells me I can't do something when he's trying to protect me.
-Hang Arounds that are useless and think they know everything
-Braggers
-Something going wrong
-My father away for retaliations where he could get hurt

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my family
+Friends
+my Club
-my family
-my club
-My friends

Fears?!

• One of my family getting hurt or worse killed
  
• Something going wrong
  
• dying

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.

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Celebrity Play-By: Jessica Alba
Eyes: Dark Brown ( people usually thinks your full of shit then)
Skin: white
Hair: brown
Scars/Marking: a couple of tatts
Build: Curvy in all the right places

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Mother: No idea! Don't care!
Father: Slater Lee Fox
Siblings: Caden and Kyle
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: Uncle Speed, Aunt Jennie, Aunt Grace, Uncle Micah Shane Cousins Bucky, Lucky, Nathan, Matt, and Carter
Messing around with Rocko Moretti
History:

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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RP Sample:

Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.

He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.

He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.

“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.

Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.

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Username: Dylan
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
Comments:
How did you find us: I made the site with Cindie
Any other characters: See who Plays who