I'm usually happy go lucky, but lately things haven't been all that happy. I still try to keep a good attitude about things to keep spirits up. I like to play sports, but not die hard like a lot of boys do. I'm there to have fun and give my best. Dad always said it doesn't matter who wins, It matters how you play. Do your best and you'll come out on top. So that's what I try to do in everything that I do. I can usually make friends pretty easily. Which is a good thing as many times as we have moved with my dad in the Military. It usually takes quite a bit to piss me off. Unless your messing with my sister or one of my brothers. Then it comes out pretty fast. Otherwise I tend to let things go pretty easily. I like to think that I am cool even though my older brothers laugh at me.

[smear:#65e619]Positive:[/smear:#1f19e6:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
5)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature.
6)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.

[smear:#1f19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#65e619:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
6)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.

James Dean Deveraux was born while his father was attending TOP GUN as it was nicknamed by the pilots. It was located at the Naval Air Station Miramar in San Diego, California. He was one of three boys all of whom followed their father into the military. My father James was the youngest of the boys. Growing up he knew no other life and so therefore he followed in his father’s footsteps. Both of his older brothers never married and were killed in combat. While stationed in Spain at the Naval Station Rota he went to a festival going on with his buddies in Rota Spain. It was where he met my mother Rosa Paloma.

My mother Rosa Marie Paloma was born in Rota Spain, and grew up the only child of the Mayor Lorenzo Paloma and his late wife Marisol who died of pneumonia when Rosa was ten years old. In her eighteenth year she attended the Urta Festival with friends. It’s a four day event, and draws in a lot of tourists. Her father had warned her about staying away from the soldiers from the base, but when James ran into her in the large crowd it was love at first sight for the both of them.

Mom would tell us that they had literally run into one another, and when his arms had gone around her there had been sparks between them. They were both shocked and had stood there for what felt like eternity just staring into one another’s eyes. It was one of James’s friends who had brought them back to reality with her friends not knowing what to think, and his friends picking on him for it. She spent the rest of the festival having fun with him.

In the weeks that followed when he was able to get leave they spent every moment they could together falling deeply in love. When she finally told her father he wasn’t happy one bit. When he met James though his doubts fell away. James was old fashioned and had done everything as a gentleman. It was a few weeks after meeting one another and they got to know one another during that time when James was on leave that James asked for Rosa’s hand in marriage, and her father happily gave it.

A month later they were united in marriage with her father giving her away, and James’s parents and brothers in attendance. It was the first and last time all of their family would be together in one place. The wedding was held in the gardens of her family's estate. It was only family and friends, but it was a day they cherished in their hearts forever. Six months later Rosa’s father was assassinated, and her world was shattered. She was pregnant with their first child, and almost lost the baby when she received word about it.

Four months later she gave birth to their first child and they honored her father in naming him after him. His first name was indeed Lorenzo, and he was given his father’s middle name Dean. James's mother came to help out with the new baby, and she stayed for a few weeks. Unfortunately word soon reached them that his father had been killed in the line of duty. His father was laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. James’s mother stayed with them then after that. She never recovered from a broken heart though, and she died a year later not able to go on any longer.

When Lorenzo was three years old their second son was born, and they named him Krew after his Grandfather Deveraux. Krew Austin. For a while they were living happily. When Krew was a year old and Lorenzo four James was transferred to Aviano Air Base in Italy. It was two years later that my older sister Sassy was born. Two years after that they had Mateo Maverick. By this time my father was stationed at Ramstein Air Base in Ramstein which is located near the town of Ramstein-Miesenbach, which stands outside the base's west gate, in the rural district of Kaiserslautern. It wasn't but eleven months later that I came into this world. The youngest of us five. I was named Sebastian James Deveraux.

When I was four we were stationed in Korea at the Osan Air Base. We weren’t there long as dad was needed elsewhere. While there though mom had gone into the town with a few of the other military wives. She never came home as she and the other wives were caught in gunfire from rival gangs. None of them survived. None of us but maybe my oldest brother were old enough to really understand what had happened. I didn’t understand why mommy wasn’t coming home to us. Instead daddy had told us she had gone to Heaven. After that dad wasn’t really the same again.

I lost track of all the different bases that we lived on after that. It just became routine. Not staying in one place for long after that. Dad used to take us with him to practice drills. We grew up learning different obstacle courses going through. I knew as the youngest I would definitely be left in the dust, but my sister Sassy was always the fastest out of all of us. I stayed out the competitiveness that sometimes came up between my siblings preferring dad's advice to have fun and do my best. As the youngest I knew I'd be last in everything anyhow, and it didn't bother me at all.

Growing up when we'd move to one place or another it was hard to make friends sometimes, but I was always friendly and tried to get along with everyone. Otherwise it was me and Mateo against the world more or less. Our older siblings weren't always around to protect us, but having one another's back we made it through. We were one another's best friends. Sure we made friends with others, but we were close and did a lot of things together. Hawaii was the best move we made in my opinion anyhow. We were like in fourth and fifth grade then or it might have been a year more. Don't remember for sure, but here we did make friends. Ones we will have for life, especially the ones in the Sons of Anarchy family. Sure they were an Outlaw motorcycle club more or less, but it was a family oriented one.

Moving here I learned to surf and started in Motocross. Most of my siblings were learning both as well. Going around the dirt track and gaining air always gave me a thrill. Well it still does, and I love it. I just finished my freshman year of high school. Summer didn't start out the greatest though. My sister Sassy was the victim of a shark attack. I had been sitting on my surfboard watching her paddle into the wave. I remember letting out a gasp when I saw the shark actually take a bite of her surfboard getting her leg in the process, and she disappeared. I had yelled out, but some of the older guys were already there. The alarm started blaring, and somebody yelled at me to get to shore. It was then I realized there were others being attacked by sharks too. I quickly headed towards shore seeing that somehow Sassy was back on her board, and being taken to shore.

When I got to shore I jumped off of my board and ran up on the beach dropping my surfboard and was there to help carry my sister's surfboard up on the shore. There was so much blood, and my stomach was turning but I held the bile back. I stepped back when we set the surfboard down, and some of the guys were applying pressure to her bite to try and stop the blood flowing out of it. Sassy was pale, and I thought we were losing her. It seemed like an eternity till an ambulance got there. I watched with Mateo and the others as they loaded her up. Someone had already called our older brothers who had been there earlier, but were gone now. We got texts from them that they'd meet us at the hospital. Our friends told us they'd take care of our boards, and we were on our motorcycles following the ambulance to the hospital.

Our dad and older brothers were there when we got there. They took Sassy right into surgery. I hated waiting there in the waiting room. Hours went by before the doc finally came out and said she had over 200 stitches that she was in recovery. She was getting blood transfusions as well as she had lost a lot of blood from the bite. She'd be in a room soon, and we'd get to see her. The next few days went by slowly just sitting around in her room waiting for her to wake up. Dad made us go home at night to get some sleep, but we were right back there the next day. Finally she woke up much to our relief.

Things didn't get any better after that either. A couple of weeks later dad got deployed. Dad was killed in a bombing wherever he had been deployed too. The caravan had been hit, and our base lost five good men. The next couple of weeks were a blur with all of the funerals. The hardest being my dad's. Yeah I cried like a baby. During the funeral at Arlington National Cemetery I jumped each time the shot off the guns in the military part. I just wanted everything over, and for it just to have been a nightmare. No matter what I did I couldn't wake up from it.

Things weren't the same after that. Our best friends Richie, Starla, and Dusty Stokes dad had been deployed with our dad and the others. He survived the bombing, but ended up discharging from the military. Then he moved him and his kids to someplace called Washington California. He'd been the president of the Hawaii charter so officers were new and things were just changing way too fast. Sassy was becoming more and more withdrawn, and I was worried about her. She was still recovering from the shark attack, and this wasn't helping matters.

Trying to get some kind of life back Mateo and I went back to surfing and trying to do what we normally did. One day when we were out surfing we came back to our stuff to find a lot of missed calls on our phone, and texts from our older siblings. Sassy had been the first trying to get a hold of us, and later our brothers. Sassy hadn't answered the text on the group message when our brothers were trying to ask her what was going on. We quickly gathered up our stuff, and headed home to find an ambulance there and Sassy being brought out covered in blood.

We went to the hospital and waited for news on our sister. She had a concussion, and was in and out. We went back home to find out what had happened, and my older brothers were reading the papers that were littered on the floor by the coffee table where Sassy had to have hit her head. They were cursing as they were reading the papers. Two were so covered in blood you wouldn't be able to read them. Somehow our dad's assets were frozen, we were being evicted, and I'm not sure what else was going on. Sure Lorenzo and Krew didn't tell us everything. We helped pack up the house. Our rooms, and Sassy's as well as all the other rooms. My older brothers lived at the clubhouse instead of here on the base. Our stuff was put into storage, and Mateo and I were moved to the clubhouse for now too.

Sassy finally came out of it a couple of days later. By that time somehow our older brothers had gotten into trouble somehow. We were loaded up on a military plane and were being relocated to where Rich was. I was alright with that part knowing we would get to see Richie, Starla, and Dusty, but I hated that we had to leave Hawaii. It was the first place we had really called home. Now we were having to leave again. Leaving friends we had made the last few years wasn’t fun at all. Which was probably why we hadn’t made that good of friends before wherever we had lived.

Krew looked like someone had royally beaten him up, but he said he was fine. Lorenzo had a few bruises on himself as well. They were hiding something, but must have been from whatever mess they had gotten themselves into that we were having to leave Hawaii. Whatever it was they should know Mateo and I would have their backs, but then they were over protective of us. Krew definitely wasn’t himself, and he looked like he’d lost his best friend. He was pale too so something had to have happened that wasn’t good at all.

A few of the Hawaii charter had flown over with us and were riding with us up to Washington California as if they were guarding us. Guarding us from what I don’t know, and I knew I wouldn’t get it out of anyone. Crew was out of it, but at least he was still able to ride. A couple of the older Sons riding with us it seemed were keeping an eye on him as well as Lorenzo. Sassy seemed to be doing fine now on the ride up thankfully.

Sassy got a horrible migraine on the flight, and ended up passing out. So she was taken to a hospital when we landed and checked out. They ended up admitting her, and made her stay a day. When she was released we were on our way to Washington California on our bikes that had been shipped over with us. Pulling into the town I looked around not seeing water anywhere, and just mountains, trees, and really nothing around. The small place didn't even look like it had more than one or two blocks. I didn't know if I was going to like it here or not.