[smear:#f5c611]Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see Into your imagination We'll begin with a spin Traveling in the world of my creation What we'll see will defy Explanation If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it Want to change the world? There's nothing to it There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish to be[/smear:#4919e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Jethro Kendale LeDoux Nicknames | Jeth Birthday | October 7th Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Odds and Ends Grade | Barely Graduated Age | 30 Club Affiliation | Watonga Oklahoma Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Toni Mahfud Eye Color | Hazel Hair Color | Black Skin Color | White, but I somehow stay tanned all year long Scars/Markings | A few tattoos nothing too crazy Build | Muscular
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Personality
Love It! •
+ My best friend Hendrix Blue Stewart + All of the Stewart/Scheetz family + Riding my Harley + Rolling Thunder + Girls definitely with long legs. + Hot Fudge Sundaes
Hate It! •
- Knowing someone I love is in trouble. - The men who killed my family and left me for dead. - Wanting vengeance so bad it hurts. - Nightmares from that horrible day. - Coconut eww. - Creepy Crawly things.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ Memories of My family. + The Stewarts + My friends - Memories of my family. - The Stewarts - Long legged girls.
Fears •
• Losing any of my friends. • Falling into a darkness I can't get out of. • Creepy Crawly things.
Dreams •
• Finding the girl of my dreams one day. • Having a family of my own.
Full Personality: •
I can be pretty easy-going. I get along with most, but yet I tend to be quiet. Lost in my thoughts quite a bit. Long ago memories haunting my dreams and waking hours. The Stewart twins and their parents are usually the ones to draw me out of the darkness threatening to take over. I do like to have fun with my friends, and go riding with them. I'd do anything for my best friend Hendrix Blue Stewart, his family, and the club. If it weren't for them I wouldn't be here today.
[smear:#f5c611]Positive Traits:[/smear:#4919e6:0] 1)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details. 2)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy. 3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 4)Focused: Having fixed concentration and attention. 5)Observant: Paying careful attention. 6)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
[smear:#4919e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#f5c611:0] 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)Violent: Using physical force to intimidate, abuse, or cause injury. 5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. 6)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
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The Family Tree
Father | Kendale LeDoux (deceased) (SOA Member) Mother | Beth Hansen LeDoux (deceased) Siblings | Jericho (deceased) Jacinda (deceased) I count Crocker Nathaniel Scheetz, Hendrix Blue Stewart, and Haven Breeze Stewart my siblings though. Spouse | None Children | None that I know of Other family | None
History
Fall was my mom's favorite time of the year. She loved to decorate for all the fall holidays. There was always leaves scattered around our house in the fall colors for decorations. She would go all out for Halloween as well. Being born on October 7th my birthdays were usually Halloween themed too. I didn't mind they were always a blast. All of my friends there. All the club kids as my dad was a Son of Anarchy. The Stewarts were there too helping celebrate. Mom was good friends with Mama Millie.
Growing up in Watonga we played in the streets most days and evenings. Instead of inside playing video games and other things that kids do nowadays. We were out running and having fun with our friends. Playing all kinds of ball in the streets, and other kinds of games. Red Rover, and I can't remember what else right now, but if there was some kind of outside game we were doing it.
Dad was always giving us rides on his bikes too. I was right in the middle. My older brother Jericho and my little sister Jacinda. We were a close family, and did a lot of things together. Mom even rode a Harley, and she'd give us rides. We were happy and that was all that mattered. That shattered shortly after my sixteenth birthday though. We lived on the outskirts of town. Could see for miles around.
One day a rival motorcycle club came to town looking for revenge on the sons for something. Since we were on the edge of town our family was the one hit. That day is still vivid in my nightmares. They came in with guns blazing. Jericho had just turned eighteen and was prospecting to the club now. He and dad ran for their guns, but they were shot down right in front of me. When mom ran out she was shot down too. Jacinda came running out of the house and I saw her gunned down as well. I had stood from where I was working on my bike, watching in horror as my dad yelled to take cover. I saw them fall one by one, till I felt the impact of something, and everything went black.
I came too in the hospital a couple of days later. Hendrix was sitting there with me. I remember asking about my family, and he shook his head. That was the first time I cried. The club had been alerted to the gunshots by phone calls and hearing them. They were too late though. They chased after the other club, but they got away. I was the only one alive, and was taken by ambulance to the hospital. I barely remember the funerals. Hendrix and Haven stayed by my side during them as well as the rest of the sons and their families. Their older brother Crocker was a son as well. I make trips out to the cemetery once in awhile, but Hendrix talked me out of going so often. He was the one who always found me there broken down.
I bounced through the sons families for the next couple of years till I graduated. Which I barely did. How I passed I have no idea, but I did. More often than not you would find me at the Stewarts place. Mama Stewart always made sure I was fed and taken care of. Telling me I could stay as long as I wanted. They were there for me. When I turned eighteen I prospected to the club along with Hendrix. If it weren't for Hendrix, his family, and the club I wouldn't be here today.
I'm thirty now, and still hang out with Hendrix. Eating meals that his mom makes, and living life the best that I can. His twin Haven went off to college leaving us behind, and never came back. She settled in a coastal town called Carmel, California. She's disappeared though so I've gone with Hendrix to California to find her. Used to be she was always calling Hendrix and talking to me as well. That had died down in the last couple of years as she grew busy with her job and life. We'd never gone this long without hearing from her though. Neither had her parents. So now Hendrix and I are road tripping it and in California looking for her.
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Role Player
Username • Jethro 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.