I'm an overachiever. I loved to study and read every book I could get my hands on. I'm calm, cool, and collected most of the time. I get lost in books, and could live in my head forever enjoying it. I even go to bed and dream that I am in the book and having the good old time or bad time whichever happened in my latest book. I loved to pretend I was one of the Goddess girls too when I was little. Always dressing up like them and acting out the parts. So it was easy for me when I hit junior high and high school going out for the plays. I loved putting myself out there and acting like I was someone else.


[smear:#19e6da]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9019e6:0]
1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
2)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
3)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
4)Organized: Being orderly and systematic in one's handling of matters.
5)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
6)Tolerant: Accepting of the beliefs, ideas, and behavior of others, even when they oppose one's own.

[smear:#9019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6da:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
4)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
5)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
6)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.

My parents both came from old money. Born and raised in New York. Manhattan mainly in penthouses. They went to elite private schools along with the Astors and Carringtons as well as others. Dad was invited to join the 69'ers when it was established back in New York by the Forrester brothers along with the Astor brothers. He declined though having become a Son of Anarchy along with one of his best friends Clyde Hopper. Dad says he and mom hated one another as kids, but it turned into something electrifying for them as they became teenagers. From what I remember of my mother she was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Mom died giving birth to me twenty-three years ago. Dad had help from Taylor Hopper and Elizabeth Astor after mom died with a few other old ladies to help him out with seven of us kids at the time.

A few years later dad met a lady from Tucson, Arizona. They ended up getting married, and dad transferred to Tucson. Where he rose up in the charter becoming the president there. To this union three more kids were born bringing us up to ten kids in total. Ryler was born, and a year after she had Raphaela and Berkle. Twins, but not identical. I was four when Ryler was born. My step mother ran off with the UPS driver shortly after having the twins, and dad well he never remarried after she ran off leaving him again with babies on his hands. He was through with women. He still missed my own mother who he had deeply loved.

Growing up in a big family was always fun. At least it was never boring. Brecken and I were as close as two sisters could be I guess. We had our squabbles, but always made up. Doing girly things together. It was us two usually against our older brothers. Well Princeton older for me, but younger for her. He had it the hardest of our brothers with us two. Usually the one who we got into trouble.

I loved when I finally was old enough to go to school. Learning to read opened up whole new worlds for me. Mythology books quickly became one of my favorites. The goddess girl series was my favorite, and when a new book came out it was usually waiting on the kitchen table for me with my dad or one of my big brothers getting it for me. I'd hole up in my room forgetting to even stop and eat as I lost myself in the book.

I was the top of my class from Preschool all the way through college. Sure I played sports especially softball in the summers. It was more fun to play baseball with the boys though. During the school year I played softball and basketball. Even was a cheerleader for football. I was in all kinds of clubs and in the school plays. There was nothing that I didn't try I don't think. I pretty much enjoyed all of it. At least back then nobody really noticed my dad was a biker. It wasn't till college that I picked up on those vibes.

I was eleven when I was told daddy wasn't coming home again. He'd been shot by a Mayan and killed. I thought I would be all dried up of tears, but they kept coming for weeks as I missed my dad. Sitting through the funeral had been the hardest thing of all. Ren was different after that. He wasn't the playful loveable older brother that he had been. I was told that he had witnessed dad dying. Don't get me wrong he was still loveable to us, and protected us keeping us together. It was just he was more hardened after that. He didn't play around with us younger ones as much. It was like some of the light went out of his eyes.

One by one my older brothers became Sons of Anarchy following in our dad's footsteps. When Shea married Bailee Ren took off for awhile. It wasn't till I was older that I found out he had hunted down the rest of the Mayans that had been there the day dad was killed and he took them out. It didn't shock me, and I was glad that he had. They had taken our father from us that I still missed everyday of my life. It never got any easier with his loss.

Well I graduated from college, and now no one will hire me. I was offered a position by my siblings in our family bounty hunting business, but I wanted to teach. To shape young minds. I didn't graduate top of my class from college just to do something else. I had majored in English with minors in Mythology and Literature. Though since I have family that are outlaw bikers no one will hire me. Word came that the Astors were opening a new school, and I was even offered a position. I balked though and stood my ground to my older brothers telling them I wanted to get this job on my own. Brecken had just shaken her head and laughed not saying anything knowing it wouldn't be any use.

So we were off to Washington, and I would soon be walking into the Historic hotel there to apply for a job. Or hopefully I would be. I knew i had to see William Waldorf Astor. I hadn't seen him since my father's funeral so I knew he wouldn't recognize me. I barely remembered him, and his brothers. Sure they stopped in now and then in Tucson, but I was usually at school or away somewhere so I never saw them. I left my siblings at the General Store down the road. With an encouraging nod from my oldest brother Ren I headed on down to the Hotel taking a few deep breaths trying to calm my nerves on the short ride down the block.