[smear:#293ee7]Hearts of fire Streets of stone Modern warriors Saddle iron horses of chrome Taste the wild Lick the wind Like something they never saw before Their jaws dropping to the floor Steel made of soul and sin Rebels born without a care (And the day he listens) Only to fly where eagles dare And the night she whispers Ride the wind Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun (Ride the wind) (Never coming back again) Ride the wind Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun[/smear:#e62b19:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Harley Devin James Nicknames | None really Birthday | June 6th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Harley Davidson artist for bikes Grade | Graduated Age | 27 Club Affiliation | Washington Jr Club/Redwood Original Relationship | single/married/divorced/etc.
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Appearance
Face Claim | Megan Fox Eye Color | Hazel Hair Color | Black Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | A few tattoos I designed myself. Build | Curvy
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Creating new designs for Motorcycle. + Guys + Motorcycles + Anyone who doesn’t take care of their bike. + Riding my Harley. + My family
Hate It! •
- Men who don’t take no for an answer. - Male Chauvinistic Pigs - Drawings scratched on bikes. - Garlic I can't stand the smell or taste. - People who just put their time in and don’t actually work. - Anyone who doesn’t take care of their bike.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My talent. + My family + My friends - My family - My friends - A hot guy
Fears •
• Messing up a paint job. • Losing one of my family. • Never finding love.
Dreams •
• Finding the man of my dreams. • Having my own family one day.
Full Personality: •
I’m usually quiet and mild mannered. I stay in the background trying not to draw attention to myself. My father would love for me to present my own designs, but I don’t want to bask in that glory. I love doing what I do, and I hardly ever have anyone criticize my work. If they do then I take it in stride and learn from it.
If you hurt one of my family though you’ll see a whole different side of me. I have never backed down from a fight nor will I ever. If I want to speak my peace then I will do so especially when provoked. My father says I am too modest with my work. As for how I dress is another story. I’ve turned more than one head, but not the one I’m waiting on. I don’t care what anyone thinks though. I am the way I am.
[smear:#293ee7]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e62b19:0] 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:#e62b19]Negative Traits:[/smear:#293ee7:0] 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. Especially it's the reaction of something one of my younger brothers have done. 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. Definitely all the time with my younger brothers especially when one of them is smirking.
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The Family Tree
Father | Tyler James Mother | May James (deceased) Siblings | Houston and Hunter Spouse | None Children | None Other family | Aunt and a few cousins.
History
I was supposed to be born a boy. Unfortunately for my parents who dearly wanted a boy got a girl. They went ahead and used the boy name they had ready for me anyhow. Which is how I became Harley Devin James. I actually love my name so it all turned out good. Seven years after I was born my parents got their boy, and another a couple of years later. The bad news is my mother died giving birth to my youngest brother. I was only nine at the time. I grew up a tomboy which my mother didn’t mind, and after she died it wasn't easy for my father. I learned at a young age how to change diapers and not get a shower either every time.
My father owns the Harley Davidson dealership in Stockton California. We detail the bikes for the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Even chapters from across the US have come to us to have their bikes detailed. I do most of the painting on the bikes. I draw up the designs, and my father presents them. I’d rather stay in the background just doing the designs. Nobody touches my Harley either. I do all the maintenance on it myself. Most of the time on my father’s and younger brother’s bikes as well.
I graduated from Stockton High school ten years ago, and went on to Berkley studying Graphic Design. It was in my blood, and I love doing it. I still live at home with my father and younger brothers, but somebody has to take care of them. No I never learned to cook or run a household either. I guess if I ever find the right man he’ll love me no matter what. My brothers call me the take-out queen since that’s what we’ve grown up on. I haven’t had to look up a number for a fast food place since I was ten.
This summer started out like an inferno. The One-niners came into the store and ordered us out at gunpoint. Dad tried to fight them, and he got shot. My brothers and I watched in horror as they set fire to the dealership burning down years of memories of my family. It went all the way back to my great grandfather who had started the dealership here. I drove my brothers and I to Charming to the clubhouse which was on lockdown. The One-niners had made sure we knew it was related to the Sons that this had happened.
We rode out retaliation there at the clubhouse. When it was over my little brothers became prospects to the Charming crew. I went along for the ride up to Washington since we have a lodge up there. I ended up joining the Jr club here in Washington, and plan on staying here. There's been a lot more shit going down over the summer, but we have survived it. My dad became a Son like he should have been back in the beginning with the founders John and Piney. He's recovered from being shot.
The last few days my brothers and I went back to our home in Stockton, and packed up things that we would need. One trailer going to Charming for my dad and brothers, and another with my things to Washington. One the way back we stayed the night at the Sacramento clubhouse, and I've met a son from Watonga who has ties to Washington. I'm really hoping he stays around in Washington, and doesn't go back to Watonga.
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Role Player
Username • Harley 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.