I can be a clumsy oaf sometimes. Not my fault. It just happens. At least I've somewhat grown out of it as I got older. I try to help out when I can wherever, and sometimes that backfires on me too. Unfortunately my feelings can get hurt easily, but I don't let it show. I just keep bottling it up. Just try and laugh it off with the other laughter. Otherwise I'm a good guy. I usually get along with most people. I like being around people even if they don't want me around.

[smear:#19e6d8]Positive Traits:[/smear:#ae19e6:0]
1)Innocent: Being of pure intent and motive.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Private: Having strong personal boundaries; preferring to keep one's affairs to oneself.
4)Sentimental: A)Holding on to and cherishing keepsakes. B)Crying over sad movies or books
5)Spontaneous: I'm a free spirit and enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses
6)Friendly: I greet everyone I go by whether they answer or not. It drives my older brothers crazy.

[smear:#ae19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6d8:0]
1)Verbose: When I get to talking I can't shut up sometimes. Especially when I'm excited or agitated about something.
2)Scatterbrained: When I get to talking to someone I forget about everything else.
3)Melodramatic: Using rapid speech and hand gestures this I always do when I get to talking.
4)Clumsy: I'm very clumsy, I trip over my own feet and going up the stairs.
5)Lazy: I'm always over sleeping and late to breakfast, and if there is no school I could sleep the day away!
6)Gullible: I can be misled or duped quite a bit. A lot of the time by my older brothers.

I was born in Reno Nevada. the third child of my parents. I have two older brothers. A younger sister and a younger brother. So unfortunately I'm the middle child. I get picked on a lot even by my younger siblings. I don't remember my mother at all. I do have the scars from her proof that she was in our lives for a while. Dad showed her where the door was when he came home and found us four older ones with blood on us from being punished. Though I was only four. Riley was three so what were we being punished for I wonder. I really don't want to know. If I ever find a girl and have kids there going to given love like our dad gives us and protects us.

Growing up here wasn't bad. We all got mini bikes at a young age. We ran the blocks with our friends staying out late and having fun. Our dad's built us a dirt bike track that we had fun going to. Now we have it open as a business along with Anarchy Bar. It was always us kids that our dad were sons that were together. We did things as a pack. Sisters and Brothers. We're actually all one big family. I love that. Sure they may pick on me, but if anyone outside the club does then they are right there backing me up or getting me out of the trouble I got myself into. In Grade school I was bullied quite a bit. My friends would help me out though. Some of those boys that messed with me are still around, but if they see me they just smirk and leave me alone.

I prospected the club when I turned eighteen with my best friend Colt Hudson. His dad is a son too. He's the road captain now. We've been through a lot together and have fun. He grew up with just his dad as a parent too. He's got an older brother and older sister. There close like I am pretty much with my brothers and my sister Riley. Unfortunately his dad got into a bunch of trouble this summer so we spent most of our summer in Washington, California where he was hiding out. His sister and mine found Washington boys to get with. My sister is with a son from New York that transferred to Washington, but Colt's sister Abby is with a prospect whose from New York too. His mom is dating Madog. One of the Reno boys.

I was into this girl a few years ago. She wasn't into me though. She was part of a scheme to get back at my oldest brother Jantz. That messed me up. I ended up in the hospital too with her brothers jumping me. Just an elaborate scheme to get at Jantz which probably really didn't get to him. I don't even know if he came to visit me in the hospital. Dad was there when he could be. Riley and Archer would come see me too. We never even talked about it so I don't really know if Jantz knows it was to get to him or not. I haven't even told anyone the whole story. Not even Colt. It's better left buried in the past. I've moved on as best as I can.

Life feels like the same old anymore. Riley's never around. She's always with that boy Lucas. Which he's alright and he treats her good, but I miss hanging with her. Archer's always with the twins and Carter. Jantz and Percy together. Colt's been spending a lot of time with his dad and siblings this summer so I usually get left to my own devices which isn't good. So we'll see how things are now that we are back in Reno.