I can be feisty to say the least. Temperamental is an understatement. I'm fierce and can be loyal if you earn my trust! I'm stubborn as all get out especially when I don't get my way. Definitely rebelling against my parents and the authority at school. I'm a warrior and my own person, and if you don't like it I really don't care to be honest!

[smear:#19e6dd]Positive Traits:[/smear:#192ae6:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks!
2)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Flamboyant: Striking or colorful in behavior and appearance.
5)Quirky: Exhibiting peculiarities or idiosyncrasies.
6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.

[smear:#192ae6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6dd:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

I was born into old money on both sides of my parents. My parents went to the most elite school back in New York City where they had grown up. With their parents running in the same circles. Where dad got his love for the club life I don't know, but he did. My twin Bentley and I got our red hair from our dad. Our four older siblings have blonde hair like mom.

Where dad was an outlaw biker mom was an art teacher. She's has art shows of her own, and sold paintings that she had done over the years. It's her passion, and she gets so into it she can pain for hours before coming back to reality. It's inspiring to watch her painting. Unfortunately I didn't inherit her artistic ability. Stick figures are as good as I can draw. I take more after dad wanting to follow in his footsteps. Even though I know I'll never be able to become a Son of Anarchy that he was.

Bent and I were born last of us six siblings. Were all close, and became closer after dad died in our grief. I've heard that sometimes grief overwhelms family and destroys them, but we didn't let that happen. Sure we have our occasional squabbles, but always make up. Yeah I'm getting ahead of myself here, but wanted to tell you about our family dynamics. We will always have one another's back, and be there for one another no matter what!

I was Daddy's tomboy. Whereas my sisters were definitely girly. I played hard and got dirty just like my brothers. If mom put a dress on me I usually ruined it somehow much to her dismay. Getting it down right dirty, and if it were lacy the lace torn and tattered with in minutes. She learned not to get me dressed till right before heading out to the car to leave. Sometimes that didn't even work though. Dad would just laugh and gather me up in his arms saying it made me have more character.

I was tough as nails usually. When I'd fall and scrape up my knees and elbows I'd get right back up and keep on playing. Now if I broke a bone like I did my arm when I was seven. I tried to be tough, but the pain just got to be too much, and I broke down crying. Since I hadn't told anyone about my fall from the jungle gym on the playground they had no idea why I was crying. Bentley who had been with me had a feeling and told them about my arm. So my parents picked me up taking me to the ER where I got a red cast put on my arm. That cast made me miserable when I'd get hot and sweaty making my arm itch like crazy. Everyone signed it for me. To me it was just a nuisance keeping me from having fun like usual.

A few weeks later when it was almost time to get it off some older boys were picking on Bentley on the playground. I wasn't for sure where my older siblings were at the moment so I wacked one of the boys with my cast knocking out his two front teeth. That had hurt, but I wasn't going to let them keep messing with my twin! I got suspended for it for a week. Dad was proud of me, and mom just shook her head. That boy who was a year older than us became one of my worst enemies after that day. His dad was the VP of the Sons so it caused problems between our dads too, but he wasn't mad at me at all he said. There had been resentment between the two of them in the past.

Redheads are known to have fiery tempers, and I'm definitely not an exception to that. I can go from happy go lucky to royally pissed within seconds. Especially if you mess with my twin brother. The boy whose teeth I knocked out when I was seven has been on the receiving end of my fiery temper on more than one occasion. The tantrums I had when I was a toddler I had grown out of thankfully. I can get downright mean when that temper comes out so you don't want to piss me off.

If there is a sport out there I have tried it. Some I didn't like, and some I love. Soccer was always fun. Baseball with my brothers and the other boys was always the best! Even with bruises from the balls hitting me on occasion. Starting junior high I joined the boys baseball team since they didn't have a girls softball team. We kicked ass that year and the next. I went out for Volleyball and learned how to spike the balls much to my delight. Basketball I was the most aggressive playing in junior high.

During my seventh grade year dad was gone quite a bit. Involved in the club life it was keeping him busy. Mom and him would have hushed conversations arguing once in awhile when they thought we weren't around. It was shortly after Valentine's day when the police showed up at the door saying dad had been shot and killed. Along with my best friend Sutton Myer's dad. Our dads had grown up together best friends. They'd prospected to the Sons together. Our moms had grown up together too and were best friends along with their friend Tianna whose husband was a Son of Anarchy in Manhattan Kansas.

Our mom's found out that it had been a drug deal gone wrong. Though there were some that believed it was foul play within the club. Our lives were devastated and nothing was going to be the same again. Time moved on as did we. Laughter was gone from our home. Just as it was in the Myer's home. Our families were together often sharing in our grief. Time was in slow motion for us. The joy sucked out of our lives.

The next year went by in a blur with us going through the paces of our life. Everywhere was a reminder of my father. Good and bad. When mom and Sutton's mom Kirsten were invited to teach at a new school in Washington California that was being built they jumped at the chance. So we packed up and moved to Washington California. After growing up in Denver it was really a culture shock. It was a one horse town. Dad would have loved it though.

We settled in and my older brother Ozzy and Stetson Myers became prospects to the Sons of Anarchy charter here. The rest of us joining the Jr club. Being part of my dad's world was giving me back a joy that had disappeared. Even with stuff happening around here that wasn't good I was starting to live again. Looking forward to starting at a new school this year. At least the Myers were here with us, and we were all making new friends to in this new life.