[smear:#1be619]Riding down a dirt road, just me and my dirt bike Throwing fat whips, it's just me and my dirt bike Winning every race, it's just me and my dirt bike Me and my dirt bike, it's just me and my dirt bike Riding 'til it's night, just me and my dirt bike Cleaning people out, it's just me and my dirt bike I don't need anyone, just me and my dirt bike It's just me and my dirt bike, just me and my dirt bike All of a sudden the crowd gets silent Just me and my dirt bike I'm riding No home [?] I'm by myself Every whip feels like I'm flying Slowing down feels like I'm dying And I'm screaming gear her up 2-stroke for life and the heart of a lion I just wanna make love to the track The dirt looks like brown sugar And this might be my last ride I got a pin and I'm throwing one footers No podium when I'm done And I can't forget where I'm from I'mma ride for the love, for the fun Moto life, we are one Riding down a dirt road, just me and my dirt bike Throwing fat whips, it's just me and my dirt bike Winning every race, it's just me and my dirt bike Me and my dirt bike, it's just me and my dirt bike Riding 'til it's night, just me and my dirt bike Cleaning people out, it's just me and my dirt bike I don't need anyone, just me and my dirt bike It's just me and my dirt bike, just me and my dirt bike Eleven eleven eleven, I'm seeing things, is that you Josh? *(That you Josh [x3], that that you Josh)* I feel like I lost my heart *(lost my heart, lost my heart)* Even-though there's more to moto life than just moto life Winning titles, felt like gold *(felt like gold, felt like gold, felt felt like gold, felt like gold)* There's nothing like pinning dirt bikes *(Dirt bikes [x3], dirt dirt bikes, dirt bikes)* Riding down a dirt road, just me and my dirt bike Throwing fat whips, it's just me and my dirt bike Winning every race, it's just me and my dirt bike Me and my dirt bike, it's just me and my dirt bike Riding 'til it's night, just me and my dirt bike Cleaning people out, it's just me and my dirt bike I don't need anyone, just me and my dirt bike It's just me and my dirt bike, just me and my dirt bike[/smear:#1946e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Starla Rain Stokes Nicknames | Star Birthday | December 28th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Sophomore Age | 15 going on 16 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Charlotte Maggi Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Scar on my right leg from a motorbike accident when I was fourteen. Build | petite/slender/muscular/stout/etc
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Riding my Harley. + Flying through the air on my dirt bike in motocross. + Catching the perfect wave. + Showing up my brothers. + Snocones + Swimming with Dolphins.
Hate It! •
- When it storms and I can't do anything. - Sharks - Lagging behind - My brothers sometimes. - My mom for leaving us - When the Snoshack is closed
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My riding + My temper - My family - My temper - Boys (Just don't tell my dad and brothers)
Fears •
• Getting attacked by a shark. • Getting caught in a riptide. • Losing on of my family
Dreams •
• To win at State in Motocross. • Winning at state in Surfing too.
Full Personality: •
I'm outgoing, friendly most of the time. Other times I can be standoffish. I also have an explosive temper so you better watch out. Especially if you mess with one of my brothers. I am very competitive. Even against my brothers. I like to win! If I don't I usually end up sulking and pouting. Yeah a bad habit, but I can't help it!
[smear:#1be619]Positive Traits:[/smear:#1946e6:0] 1)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn. 2)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence 3)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear. 4)Friendly: Showing friendship; acting in a way that befits a friend. 5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 6)Playful: Fond of playing and fun.
[smear:#1946e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#1be619:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 3)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences. 4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. 5)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 6)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
I was born in Kansas. I have an older brother and a younger brother. There's only 11 months between my older brother Ritchie and I. Dusty is only a year younger than me. They had us quick and fast. I think they tried to have more after Dusty, but they never got lucky. Not long after Dusty was born dad joined the air force. So after that we moved base to base, before he finally got stationed in Oahu Hawaii.
My brothers and I grew up close always moving around and not staying in one place very long. We weren't there long enough to make friends so we only had each other. We had one another's backs when we got picked on. Which was quite often unfortunately.
Ritchie and I were in junior high when we moved to Hawaii. Poor Dusty was by himself, and came home with a few black eyes and bloody noses, till Ritchie and I showed up one day and took care of it. They didn't bother him after that, and he actually became friends with some of them. Ritchie and I made a few friends as well. Three years we were actually stationed there. Longest we had stayed anywhere.
Mom hated dad being in the military. It wasn't glamourous enough for her I guess. She left dad right before we moved to Hawaii. She's remarried now and has a couple of more kids with her new husband. Doesn't have anything to do with my brothers or I and that's just fine with us since she's the one who left.
When I got into high school I joined the surf team with my brother Ritchie, but I didn't stay on it that long when I found the motocross team. I was invited to join them when they saw me ride. I ended up still being able to be on the surf team as well. Surfing's fun, but motocross there's something about the dirt bike between my legs and flying through the air.
A few months ago dad got deployed to Iraq. He came home injured and was honorably discharged from the air force. He lost his best friend Nathan Whitney that day too. As well as another good friend of theirs who was the Sergeant at Arms. The two of them had founded the Oahu, Hawaii Sons of Anarchy chapter. Nathan had been the son of one of the first nine of the Sons of Anarchy. Dad's given up the president position and were moving to a place called Washington, California. It's way out in the middle of no where in the mountains more or less. No where near a ocean so we can surf. Hopefully there's a motocross team at the new high school being built.
My Uncle Kevin, dad's older brother was asked to be the VP at the new school by an old friend of his from high school. He gave up the VP position in the Son's of Anarchy club in Kansas where he was and moved to Washington, CA to join a new charter there. It's cause of the new charter that the school is even being built. So dad decided there was nothing left in Hawaii so were moving to California to join the new charter. We had just gotten word that all the Son's of Anarchy charters could have a Junior club if it was voted in by the charters. We were starting to get excited about that, but now we're hoping to join the mother charter of the junior club. So that's at least something to look forward to. It will be nice to live by our cousins again though.
Well Washington has turned out to be an adventure so far. We've made a lot of new friends and joined the Jr club. There's always something going on. Uncle Kevin said there would definitely be a motocross team at the high school. So I'm happy about that. Ritchie and Dusty and keep up on the Surf team too. So were not really losing anything and we gained quite a bit. Family around all the time and new friends. Dad's happy with Aurora now too. She ended up moving in here with her kids too. It's one big happy family well not quite all the time. I'm not into the girly girl stuff. Bree isn't bad. She's a tomboy like I am. Her and my first cousin Hollie are first cousins too. It sounds complicated, but it's really not.
Dad told us the Deveraux kids are moving here. Just my luck. Sebastian who is the same age as me kissed me goodbye. I was so shocked I started kissing him back, before it hit me. I pulled away and hit him, before walking away. I haven't talked to him since, and luckily none of our siblings had been around when he did. I haven't told anyone about it either, now I'm going to have to face him. Tell him it was like kissing my brother. Just ugh!
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Role Player
Username • Starla 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.