[smear:#19d9e6]I can feel the moonbeams in my hair I can smell forever in the air And I've been racing since the world was born This might sound weird but I think I've seen you before 'Cause your heart is my heart And my heart is yours Just like horses We can run and run and run And be like horses Chasing after that setting sun Where you go, baby, I'll go Just hold on to my soul We're like horses Sometimes I gotta run when I get scared This wild wind could take me anywhere And I can stand my ground like an old oak tree If your spirit's broken, you can lean on me 'Cause your feet can be my feet And my feet can be yours Just like horses We can run and run and run And be like horses Chasing after that setting sun Where you go, baby, I'll go Just hold on to my soul We're like horses We can talk without speaking See without looking And dream without closing our eyes Like horses Like horses Just like horses We can run and run and run And be like horses (Horses) Chasing after that setting sun Where you go, baby, I'll go (I'll go) Just hold on to my soul We're like horses[/smear:#e619bb:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Tegan Marie Compton Nicknames | Teg Birthday | February 14th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Junior Age | 16 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Tegan Marie Eye Color | Green Hair Color | Light Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Scars on my leg from a barbed wire fence when my horse spooked. Build | Petite
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Being in the Jr Club. + Riding horses. + Riding my Harley. + Reading + Boys + Having freedom.
Hate It! •
- Not being able to remember my parents. - Not having parents - My brothers sometimes. - That my sister died. - Being an aunt to ones older than me. - Getting into trouble.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + The Club - My family - My friends - Cute boys
Fears •
• Being Kidnapped again. • Something happening to one of my brothers and Zeke. • Being taken away from my brothers who have custody of me.
Dreams •
• To be myself again and not be afraid. • To find true love like my older brothers.
Full Personality: •
I can be outgoing when I want to be and lazy at other times. I grew up a tomboy playing in the dirt and climbing trees. My hair was usually a rats nest cause I hated taking time to brush it as long as it is. I love riding my horse and helping out around the ranch. I'm not afraid to get down and dirty. I'm a good singer and love to sing and play the guitar. I used to not be scared of anything really till I was kidnapped. Now I'm scared all the time and don't want to leave the ranch.
[smear:#19d9e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619bb:0] 1)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear. 2)Honest: Honorable in intentions; straightforward in conduct. 3)Unselfish: Thinking of others and acting on their behalf rather than being concerned with oneself. 4)Private: Having strong personal boundaries; preferring to keep one's affairs to oneself. 5)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity. 6)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
[smear:#e619bb]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19d9e6:0] 1)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome. 2)Withdrawn: Low self-esteem, Shyness, Past or present abuse. 3)Gullible: Easily misled or duped. 4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 5)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood. 6)Evasive: Having an unforthcoming manner; avoiding self-revelation.
Well I was born sixteen years ago in Watonga Oklahoma to parents I don't even remember. They had left me home with my older brothers and they had gone grocery shopping. It was the wrong time for them to be there when a mass shooter entered the store and started shooting people. I heard from the stories I was told that dad tried to protect mom, and he was taken down first then she was shot after dropping down beside him. All of it had been caught on the surveillance system. Zeke, Martina, and my older brothers had watched wanting to know what all really happened. I was only four at the time.
Martina was already married to her high school sweetheart Zeke Shepard. I was that surprise baby so my sister and brothers were quite a bit older than me. Martina was twenty-seven and already had Grayson and Cindie. They were nine and six. Bobby Joe was twenty-four and Billy Ray was twenty-one when mom and dad were killed. They were all legally my guardians in my parents will. My brothers and brother in law Zeke were already sons of Anarchy. We all lived in the same house and Grayson, Cindie and I practically grew up at the clubhouse with my sister working. Unfortunately a few years ago Martina went to the hospital to have a simple procedure done. I don't even know what it was for sure, but she didn't survive having an allergic reaction to something. So after that it was Zeke and my brothers raising the three of us.
Grayson prospected into the sons along with his best friend Con Lane. His dad Cord is best friends with my brother in law Zeke. Cindie was raped at the clubhouse one night and it was blamed on Con. He was sent away, and Cindie was in a coma for months. She finally came out of it, but by then Cord and Axl had left town to join up with Con as he had gotten into some more trouble that I'm not for sure about. So Zeke up and decided we were moving to where they had joined the new charter. My brothers were all in since they were best friends with Axl! I hated leaving my friends here, but I had no choice.
Others joined us in the transfer to Washington California. In all fourteen sons from the Watonga charter headed out west. I'm sure we were quite the sight heading that way. With the tour like buses, trailers filled with all kind of livestock. All of us kids along for the ride too. There were seven of us teenagers who joined the jr club within an hour of getting to Washington! It was the very first meeting so we were right on time! I realized after a few days and meeting the others that I really liked it here in Washington!
A lot of shit went down over the summer after getting here. We got a nice house on a large ranch that my brothers and Zeke work. Right next to Cord's place. Then bad stuff started happening. Us teenagers from Watonga except for Cindie were all kidnapped and taken back to Watonga by Crocker's estranged step dad. Crocker's boys were taken too. I was more scared then I ever had been. my brother in law and brothers were gone. Which was a distraction to get them away from the clubhouse. I know Grayson tried to help me, but they shot at him. I was afraid they would hit him. Once they had me on the helicopter they stuck me with a needle and I don't remember anymore except seeing them loading up Presley and Maverick too. I really don't remember much else from that day. Probably cause I was drugged. We don't talk about it, but I'm sure it was the same with the others.
Then we went to Sturgis and it started off good then there was more trouble with some going to the hospital hurt. Our camp was attacked while the guys were gone. Once my brothers were back I stuck close to them. Zeke let Cindie and I sleep in his tent with him the rest of the time. My brothers and Zeke tried to make the next week one for us to enjoy and it didn't turn out too bad. I was surprised they let me ride my bike all the way there and back. As well as around Sturgis.
In a couple of weeks we will be starting school at a brand new high school. Being built just for us here in Washington. Well others are allowed to come there, but the Astors built it cause of the Washington Sons of Anarchy. I haven't left the ranch though unless it has been with one of my brothers. Cindie and I aren't allowed to ride into town on our own cause of everything that's happened this last summer. So I really don't know if I'm ready to go somewhere by myself. Well I guess Cindie will be there too. So I won't be totally alone.
I started having nightmares after I was kidnapped. I wake up in a cold sweat. I had been screaming in the nightmare so I don't know if I actually screamed out or not. Nobody ever came to my room anyway. It was hard to get back to sleep if I even could. So I really haven't gotten much sleep. I jump at any loud noise or someone starting to talk when I thought I had been alone. I really don't know if anyone has noticed or not. I don't want them to either. I don't want to admit that I'm afraid that I'll be kidnapped again. Or just the fact that I'm scared.
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Role Player
Username • Tegan 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.
