[smear:#19e6d2]I threw a wish in the well Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell And now you're in my way I trade my soul for a wish Pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn't looking for this But now you're in my way Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? Hey, I just met you And this is crazy But here's my number So call me, maybe It's hard to look right At you, baby But here's my number So call me, maybe Hey, I just met you And this is crazy But here's my number So call me, maybe And all the other boys Try to chase me But here's my number So call me, maybe You took your time with the call I took no time with the fall You gave me nothin' at all But still you're in my way I beg and borrow and steal At first sight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it But it's in my way Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad And you should know that I missed you so, so bad[/smear:#e61980:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Berkley Raine Matheson Nicknames | Berk Birthday | October 15th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Junior Age | 16 going on 17 Club Affiliation | Washington Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Emeraude Toubia Eye Color | Dark Chocolate Brown Hair Color | Black as Night Skin Color | Creamy White Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy and Long legs that go on forever!
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Hot Guys that are definitely bad boys. + Being on the school dance team. + Motocross since I definitely have a competitive streak. + Flying through the air on my bike. + My family even if they drive me crazy sometimes. + Dance Competitions
Hate It! •
- When my older brothers go into over protective mode. - Being underestimated. - My mom for taking off soon after my twin and I were born. - People that knew my mom telling me I look like her. - Not being able to get a dance move right. - Fighting with my siblings
• Losing my twin • Screwing up at a dance competition. • Wrecking my bike.
Dreams •
• Winning state and nationals dance competitions. • Making some hottie bad boy mine.
Full Personality: •
I'm a risk taker pushing my limits. Even though I'm the youngest I don't want to be known as just the baby of the family. I want to make myself what I want to be. I love dancing. Been in dancing class since I was four years old. Made the competition team when I was six. Been going to state and national competitions since then, but always come in second or third.
I was six when dad let me start doing motocross and I learned I really had a competitive streak then. I'd been riding since dad got me and my twin mini motorbikes when we were four. I can be my own worst enemy when it comes to picking apart my performances finding everything wrong that I had done. Only to perfect it to be better than ever. My artistic abilities started coming out when I began to choreograph my own dances.
[smear:#19e6d2]Positive Traits: [/smear:#e61980:0] 1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral. 2)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn. 3)Philosophical: Inclined to the reflective study of beliefs, attitudes, values, and concepts connected with our existence; deep-thinking. 4)Socially Aware: Being aware of the wrongs within society and desiring to correct them. 5)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight. 6)Focused: Having fixed concentration and attention.
[smear:#e61980]Negative Traits: [/smear:#19e6d2:0] 1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 2)Materialistic: Being trendy (in regard to fashion, pop culture, etc.) 3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge. You don't mess with my siblings or you will see this side of me! 4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. Especially when it comes to buying the latest in fashion! 5)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 6)Tactless: Speaking the whole truth regardless of one's audience.
I was born in Tucson Arizona to Chase and Sybil Matheson. The youngest of ten kids. Though really even though I was born last it was only about eight minutes after my twin sister Raphaella so that would make us the youngest. Well that's how I look at it anyhow. Anyhow my oldest seven siblings are my half siblings as they had a different mom. Unfortunately she died having Khaleesi. Though I guess if she hadn't then Ryler, Raph and I would never have been born. Ryler's a year older than Raph and me having the same parents. Though to be honest were siblings period half isn't ever thought of. We all love one another so it doesn't matter.
Our mom ran off with some guy when Raph and I were babies so we never knew her. Never have met her or know where she is. Which is fine with me since she just left us and Ry. We grew up just fine with just our dad, and the old ladies of the Sons of Anarchy helping him. Dad was a member of the Sons of Anarchy just like all of our older brothers. Well except Ry who's only seventeen. Though I'm sure he'll be prospecting as soon as he turns eighteen which isn't that far off. I suppose I should get back to the history though so here goes.
My twin Raphaella and I aren't identical. Which is a bummer hearing stories about identical twins who impersonate one another fooling others. Oh well we made our own fun as kids. From an early age I loved music and moving with the beat of it. Dancing around after learning my first steps. Ren swears I was born dancing. Ren's my oldest brother. He's awesome, and I love him. He's always there for us if we need him. When we were little he was the one patching up our boo boos and kissing them to make us feel better.
I started taking dancing lessons when I turned four. Was doing solo's by the time I was five. As well as dancing with the older kids as good as I was. Made the competition team when I turned six. Around when I turned five dad put us in tumbling classes too so that was fun. Especially combining them in the dances that I did in dance. All of my older siblings and dad would be at my recitals watching. Clapping and cheering the loudest especially with my solos. Even with that I never took for granted how good I was or flaunted it. For dancing I loved. Losing myself in the dance and feeling good about what I was doing. There was not other feeling that compared to it.
I was six when I was told Daddy had gone to heaven that he wasn't coming home. I hadn't understood at all throwing a fit wanting my dad. Which didn't help I'm sure. I didn't understand any of it though. Ren had just held me as I kicked and screamed till I was just crying in his arms. Still after that I was always asking where daddy was as I didn't understand. I would just cry wanting my daddy. There are still days that I cry, but in private not letting my siblings see the grief I still feel over daddy being gone.
Ren and Shea took care of us, and I'm sure it wasn't easy especially with my moods all over the place after losing dad. Still they were there for me and my other siblings. Keeping us together no matter what. Before daddy had died he'd let me start motocross with my older siblings. When I'd soar through the air it felt as if daddy was right there with me keeping me afloat for a few more seconds. A feeling that gave me butterflies in my stomach. It's one of the things I love doing that makes me still feel close to my daddy.
Dance was my passion though, and I kept it up all through the years. Never once taking it for granted. I became a cheerleader in Junior High and played sports. As well as kept up with my dancing and motocross. If my grades slacked Ren would threaten I would have to drop something so I got them right back up, and kept them there. No matter how tired I was. I always felt a sense of accomplishment though. Being proud of the face I had accomplished something.
Starting high school I tried out for the school dance team instead of being a cheerleader. Yeah I made the team there was no doubt about that. My older siblings tried to make it for all of my performances which made me feel good with them there supporting me. The years were flying by, and before I knew it my sophomore year was over. I still had dance competitions this summer though that were going to keep me busy.
The anniversary of my daddy's death is always hard for me. Even trying to dance doesn't help the grief that comes over me. We visit daddy's grave leaving flowers for him. Just as we do for his birthday. Then we spend time as a family reminiscing about daddy. Our older siblings telling us stories. Some of them we have heard time after time, but they never get old. Or a new memory surfaces that we haven't heard. The memory of our daddy lives in all of us and one that will live forever in us.
Our family was added onto with Shea and Rafferty marrying Bailee and Jenna. I love both of them as they add so much love to our family. They were definitely meant for my older brothers, and I can't imagine life without them. Both of them have heartbreak in their lives too, but we are there for them like they are for us.
My older brothers and oldest sister Brecken have a bounty hunting business. I have no dreams of joining it at the present time. I'm more into my dancing and motocross than thinking about my future just yet. I do know that dancing will definitely be part of my future though. I just don't know how yet. I have thought about having my own dance studio one day and passing on my love of dance to younger generations. Which when we have down the little kids dance on for my High school Dance I absolutely adored the little ones and teaching them the dances. It's definitely something to think about. I want to live in the moment right now though.
My older sister Khaleesi went to college to become a teacher. No one around here would hire her though with her affiliation to the Sons of Anarchy. So a family decision was made to move to Washington California. Where a new high school was being built for the local Sons of Anarchy Jr Club. It was going to be a biker school. No prejudices against anyone working there or us students. I hated leaving my life behind here in Tucson though. Especially my best friend Flint Gooseberry. He's Jenna's cousin. We'd fallen into a lasting friendship when he moved here in grade school when Jenna's family died. He's my sister in law Jenna's cousin.
So goodbyes were hard, but we got through them heading to Washington, California. I had at least got to finishing out my dance competitions this summer. Getting quite a few trophies and ribbons. Which were packed up waiting for the movers who would be picking up stuff sometime later this week. I was riding my beloved Harley that I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday when I came of age to be able to ride legally. Our motocross bikes loaded up in the family trailer that would be coming at a later time. The feeling of rolling thunder was awesome, and I felt like dad was right there riding with us. Watching over us as he used to do.
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Role Player
Username • Berkley 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.
