[smear:#e61934]This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me[/smear:#9319e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Collette Julianna Forrester Nicknames | Coll, Lettie Birthday | December 11th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | College Freshman Age | 20 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Nicola Peltz Eye Color | Green Hair Color | Blonde Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My pink flowered Harley. + Riding my Harley whenever I can. + Going to School + Having brothers now. + Getting to know my father. + Boys
Hate It! •
- Old perverted men. - Spending summers with Aunt Jules. - My mom's bi-polar episodes. - Mom running of to elope yet again. - When it's raining and I have to go somewhere in a car. - Never knowing what a real family was till I met my dad.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My new family. + My new friends. + The club - My new family. - My new friends. - Boys.
Fears •
• Losing control of my bike. • Becoming irrational like my mom.. • something happening to my dad after just finding him.
Dreams •
• Being happy with my new family. • Having a guy love me like I see the guys loving their wives here.
Full Personality: •
I'm outgoing, friendly and love to meet new people. I'm one of those bubbly people that makes friends easily. I'm learning how wrong some of my life was by being with my father and brothers now. It's the total opposite of how I grew up. I'm learning though and I'm a quick learner so that helps. I tell the truth bluntly surprising people a lot, but I don't see any point in lying.
[smear:#19e6d5]Positive Traits:[/smear:#dd19e6:0] 1)Friendly: Showing friendship; acting in a way that befits a friend. 2)Generous: Liberal in giving. 3)Enthusiastic: Frequently feeling or exhibiting much excitement. 4)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset. 5)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered. 6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
[smear:#dd19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6d5:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed. 3)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 5)Gullible: Easily misled or duped. 6)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
I grew up in LA with a single mom. She came from money so she didn't have to work, and starting from preschool I was put into the best schools. My mom is bipolar and when she forgets to take her medication it can get bad. During her episodes she has men in and out of the house. I learned to hide in my room at an early age. When she was on her medication she was the best mom in the world.
During those episodes she would curse someone named Cain too. By the time I was in junior high I realized it was my father she was cursing. I tried looking into who he was, but couldn't find anything. Aunt Jules wasn't any help either. She's not really my aunt, she's my mom's best friend. Also my godmother along with some guy named Ransym my godfather, who I have no idea who he is either. When I'd ask about them my mom would get angry and lock her self in her room hiding from telling me anything.
Starting four years ago mom started shipping me off to Aunt Jules for the summer. I don't know where she goes, but she's never home when I try to call. She says I'm going again this summer. I'm twenty years old now and I had planned on going with friends to Cancun to have fun. She said no as usual. I hate going to Aunt Jules place. Her husband is weird in my opinion. At least he is hardly ever there. Though when he is home they go at it like rabbits in heat. At least she has the nice swimming pool so I can swim. The theater room isn't bad either. I'm heading there tomorrow, but for some reason we will be staying in Nevada City at the nice hotel there. At least there will be places to go and things to do. Her home is out in the middle of nowhere which sucks big time. Before four years ago she'd leave me with another friend of hers during the summers. At least it was more fun there in LA.
I graduated two years ago at the top of my class. I was Valedictorian. My mom was having one of her episodes at the time so she didn't even show up. Neither did Aunt Jules, but that was to be expected. I was head cheerleader and on the dance team. I dated the quarterback of the football team. Cliché isn't it. I lost my virginity to him my junior year. As soon as we graduated he dumped me. Said he wanted to have fun at college, and since I wasn't going with him he wanted to be free.
I had dozens of scholarships, but mom said I didn't need college. Not when I didn't need to work, and would inherit any money she didn't go through. Sometimes I felt like a prisoner. Like I was being kept hidden in the system, and I couldn't figure out why. Though Aunt Jules told me she had a new job at a new school there in Washington, California and I could live with her and go to school there. She'd been smirking about it, but I couldn't figure out why.
Then mom blew my mind by telling me to pack up my room that she was selling the house, and moving to Paris. That I could visit or the holidays if I wanted. She'd met a guy and was going to marry him. I wasn't even invited to the wedding, but then this wasn't the first time she'd eloped with some guy. Stayed with him for a few months then take him for all his money.
I'm sorta excited about the going to college part even if it wasn't a normal college just a remote college at a high school. I love learning and going to school. It's time I found another guy too. One that maybe might actually care about me.
I did talk my mom into letting me buy a motorcycle when I turned sixteen. I heard her mutter something one time like father like daughter, but I was probably just hearing things. Cause she said she didn't say anything when I asked her what she had said. I love my bike. Yeah it's girly, but it's all mine. Pink is my favorite color so it's a given that my bike is pink.
After I got to Aunt Jules things were weird. I ended up going into town and talked to Sawyer. something just didn't feel right. Wow did I find out the truth by meeting my real father. My father who was a Son of Anarchy in Washington, California. I was taken in by him and my seven brothers I had no idea even existed. Three of them were my full brothers while the younger ones were half. They had a different mother. I learned the truth of who I was and what happened back then.
My mom was killed at Sturgis, and after finding out the truth it really didn't bother me. Not with how she raised me. How she had wasn't what a real mother should be like. My dad's fiancé in the last two months was more of a mother to me than my own ever had been. And Kim wasn't even a mother herself. She was taking on a lot with being with my dad. I loved my dad and brothers. Not to mention the extended not blood family they had.
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Role Player
Username • Collette 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.