[smear:#17cabc]I don't need to be anything other Than a prison guard's son I don't need to be anything other Than a specialist's son I don't have to be anyone other Than the birth of two souls in one Part of where I'm going Is knowing where I'm coming from I don't want to be anything Other than what I've been tryna be lately All I have to do is think of me And I have peace of mind I'm tired of looking 'round rooms Wondering what I gotta do Or who I'm supposed to be I don't want to be anything other than me I'm surrounded by liars Everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by imposters Everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by identity crisis Everywhere I turn Am I the only one who noticed? I can't be the only one who's learned I don't want to be anything Other than what I've been tryna be lately All I have to do is think of me And I have peace of mind[/smear:#9c19e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Dante William Baxter Nicknames | None Birthday | January 19 Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Mechanic Grade | Graduated Age | 21 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Casey Cott Eye Color | Green Hair Color | Black Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Few scars from mishaps as a kid, and a few tattoos. Build | A bit muscular.
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My family and friends. + Riding my Harley, and feeling the rolling thunder. + Wearing my Kutte proudly. + Being a Son of Anarchy. + Definitely girls of course! + Adult Films
Hate It! •
- Being laid up. - When your girl cheats on you. - Running instead of standing and fighting. - Snoddy, but luckily we don't have to worry about him anymore! - Getting caught doing something we shouldn't be doing! - My parents pissed at me.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + My club - My family - My friends - A beautiful girl with long legs!
Fears •
• Being rolled up in a blanket unable to move. • Enclosed spaces. • Water you can't see the bottom.
Dreams •
• Finding a girlfriend that mom approves of. • Getting to visit Cara Cara!
Full Personality: •
I'm the quiet shy type. My older brothers usually do most of the talking anyhow. Or my sisters. I'm laid back and don't rile easily. I love to help people and volunteered back in Kansas. When my brothers weren't around I would get picked on. I can usually stand up for myself but there were a couple of times that my brothers had to show up saving my ass. Though there were some that they didn't show up in time. When my brothers got even they never bothered me again though.
[smear:#17cabc]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9c19e6:0] 1)Affectionate: Showing open fondness for others. 2)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence. 3)Generous: Sharing whenever doing so might help. 4)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 5)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others. 6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
[smear:#9c19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#17cabc:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed. 4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. 5)Mischievousness: Getting oneself and others into frequent trouble. 6)Devious: Characterized by subtlety and trickery; not straightforward. Only in a good way.
Mom says I was a quiet baby. The easiest of her babies. As I grew older I was advanced as a child except for speaking. Mom and dad even took me to speech therapists trying to find out what was wrong. They couldn't find anything wrong with me physically. I was just fine. They said I'd start speaking when I was ready to. I was three, before I walked up to my mom when my older brothers were outside with my dad. "Mommy I'm hungry." Were my first words that I was able to get in without my older brothers talking over me. My mom dropped the cup of coffee she had just gotten and the cup had shattered everywhere. She scooped me up in her arms and was crying as she ran outside where my father was with my brothers to tell him.
Though it was a few more weeks, before my dad heard me say anything. I was just quiet and let my older brothers do all the talking. Then my sister Stella whose a year younger than me just started answering for me when others would ask a question. In grade school it got me into trouble, but that just made me afraid to talk. I was picked on as well cause I really didn't talk much. My older brothers and even Stella got into a few fights protecting me. I was usually coming home with a split lip or black eye before my brothers or Stella got there to help me.
Junior high was even worse and high school. Well if I stayed with our group I was fine. I talked a little more than when I was younger, but I usually didn't have anything to say so I kept quiet. Probably why I couldn't keep a girl either. My brothers said I was a lost cause when it came to girls. I was eighteen before I lost my virginity to a stripper that was a sweetbutt as well. I found out later it was because my brothers paid her to do so. They'd done lost theirs by the time they were fifteen. Some thought I was gay, but I wasn't.
Some guys dared me to go into a gay club when I was seventeen. I didn't have a choice if I wanted to keep face. Worst experience of my life. One of the gay guys pushed me into the hallway and kissed me. I threw up all over him. It was gross! Let me tell you gay guys do know how to hit, and I got the shit beat out of me for that one. Somehow my brothers and our friends found out what was going on, and I really don't remember much. I totally passed out when Gunnar appeared over me. I heard they took care of the guy who got me. I never checked for sure.
I got excellent grades in school though. Had a 4.0 all the way through high school. I was smart and liked school. I was asked to be Valedictorian and wasn't for sure about it. I finally did and shocked everyone with my memorized speech. It wasn't that long, but it was a memorable one. It's probably the longest I've talked and probably ever will. My dad hugged me afterwards and let a few tears go telling me how proud he was of me.
I spent a lot of time during high school volunteering like at the soup kitchen and other places helping people in need. I enjoyed meeting the people and hearing their stories. I even wrangled my brothers into helping a few times when they needed more help.
Snoddy almost didn't let me prospect, but I started doing prospect duties anyhow. When he saw I was useful he gave in, and voted me in as a prospect. I didn't give them any trouble and was the perfect prospect. A year later I was voted in as a son. I love my kutte I was given and make sure it's kept clean and in good shape. No ones ever taking it from me either. I will put up a helluva fight if someone even tries.
Shit hit the fan a few months ago. Dad came home collapsing having been shot. We went into hiding. My brothers and I wanted to fight, but dad said no. He took our friends into hiding as well that their dad's hadn't made it. I hated it, and wanted revenge as did the others. Needless to say we still haven't gotten revenge. Dad won't let us. We know he's just protecting us though. Life on the run and hiding sucks too. We never knew where we were going to sleep. Showers were few and far between. When Masher sent word that Stokes, Fury, Dice and Grizzly were transferring dad and him came up with a plan for us to go with them and get the hell out of Kansas. Well now were in Washington California. With a dad who is supposed to be dead and no transfer papers. The national president Jax is going to have to handle this one. Just hope it's soon.
Well it took a couple of weeks, but we were Washington Sons before we headed to Sturgis. Jax took care of Snoddy and his cronies on the way to Sturgis. All new officers were appointed. I'm not for sure what happened to Snoddy. Dad was in on that with the older guys, but he won't tell us. Hopefully he met Mr. Mayhem! It's a small town here in Washington, but I like it. Get along with the other guys in the charter too. They don't seem to mind that I don't talk much.
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Role Player
Username • Dante 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.
