[smear:#2da8af]Someone to play catch with, out in the backyard To pick up the pieces of your first broken heart Someone to say slow down when you turn 16 Yeah, I grew up without a dad I'm gonna be the best one I can be Someone to scare the monsters When it's dark in your room Someone to put their foot down When you want a tattoo And not just say I love you But show you what it means Yeah, I grew up without a dad I'm gonna be the best one I can be They say dads are supposed to shape you and in a way I guess mine did I knew what I wouldn't do if I ever had a kid They say history repeats itself Well, I guess that's up to me Yeah, I grew up without a dad I'm gonna be the best one I can be The best one I can be Love you, baby girl[/smear:#621ba1:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Locksley Alan Ziegler Nicknames | Lock Birthday | May 4th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Anarchy Bar Grade | Graduated Age | 43 Club Affiliation | Reno Nevada Sons of Anarchy Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Christian Bale Eye Color | Hazel Hair Color | Dark Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | SOA Tattoos Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My daughter + My club + Sex + Riding my Harley. + Hanging with the rest of the club. + Woman as long as I don't have to live with them.
Hate It! •
- My daughter's mother. - Boys that like my daughter. - When someone messes with my daughter. - Being in charge. - Not knowing where my daughter is. - Grounding my daughter.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My daughter + My club + My independence - My daughter - My club - Women
Fears •
• Somebody hurting my daughter. • Losing my daughter. • Dying and leaving my daughter alone.
Dreams •
• Watching my daughter grow up and have a family of her own. • That my ex rots in prison.
Full Personality: •
I love life to the fullest. I wear my heart on my sleeve for my daughter, but no one else. I'm a easy going happy guy most of the time. Until you mess with my daughter and that royally pisses me off.
[smear:#19e667]Positive Traits:[/smear:#8019e6:0] 1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks. 2)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature. 3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 4)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others. 5)Inspirational: Encouraging others, through one's example, to strive for change and fulfillment. 6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
[smear:#8019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e667:0] 1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 2)Perfection: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities. 4)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 5)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed. 6)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
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The Family Tree
Father | Roger Ziegler (deceased) Mother | Faith Ziegler (deceased) Siblings | None Spouse | None Children | Fiona Elizabeth Ziegler Other family | The club is my family.
History
My dad joined the sons soon before I was born. He grew up around Sloan Fox and Malec Shane and was friends with them so he jumped in with them when they formed the club here. My dad was killed when I was around eight though on some kind of run by someone from another club. When I was thirteen my mom was killed by her boyfriend at the time who had been beating me as well. One of the Fox boys must of told their dad about the bruises they saw on me and Sloan and Malec were there hours after my mom died and taking me away from that bastard giving him a taste of his own medicine. I was raised by the club then till I turned eighteen and I prospected.
The Reno charter of sons were the only family I had for nine years. My girlfriend got pregnant when I was around twenty-two. Right after the baby was born she tried to smother her to death. I stopped her and she went to jail after that. Me I took home my baby girl Fiona. She became my life. Everything I did was for her. I protected her from anything and everything. Though I let her run wild with the other kids of the club. They were our family.
My baby girl is twenty years old now and grown into a beautiful woman. Though she'll always be my baby girl. I've warned the boys in the club to make sure and cock block any boys that try to come near her. I know they don't bother her that way cause she's like a sister to all the boys in the club and they treat her that way.
I just got a letter that Sonia will be coming up for parole again here in a month. If there's anything I can do I will make sure she stays behind bars and never get's near our daughter. Sonia's family had left town right after what happened. They'd wanted nothing to do with Sonia's baby either. Of course Sonia never wanted the baby either and had wanted to abort it. I had talked her out of it though. I wanted that child of ours. Now I'll do anything to protect my daughter from ever meeting her..
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Role Player
Username • Lock 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