I'm a loyal friend. My bravery stands out the most though. You dare me to do something I will do it. I'm pretty easy going. Have a bit of a temper if you mess with one of my family or friends. Getting in trouble is a favorite pastime of mine with my friends. You name it we have probably done it. I have a dry sense of humor. Easy to get along most of the time. If you go behind my back or against me in any way I don't give second chances unless your family. I'm pretty protective of my younger siblings. Probably comes with the territory of being the eldest. It was something I didn't have to be taught either, it just came out in me.

[smear:#54e619]Positive Traits:[/smear:#1945e6:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Traditional: Acting and thinking in accordance with established beliefs and practices.
3)Adaptable: Showing flexibility and versatility regardless of the situation.
4)Professional: Being a strong team player.
5)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has
6)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.

[smear:#1945e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#54e619:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Reckless: Having a sense of fun and adventure.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

I was the first born to my parents. River and the bitch of a mother that spawned me. From my earliest memories I remember she was rotten to the core. When dad was home she'd put on a show like for him. Hiding the bruises that she had put on me. I would try to hide to escape her, but she'd always find me. Said the beatings would make me stronger. I quickly learned if I hid from her it would be worse than if I just stayed in her sight.

When my younger siblings were born one by one she at least didn't hurt them till they were older. I became protective of my younger siblings often taking the brunt of her beatings. I was scared to tell anyone about them as I grew older. I was eight when dad came home early one day and caught her in the act. I remember the screaming and fighting between them, but I couldn't even hardly lift my head up after that last beating when I'd tried to protect Riley. The four of us older ones all had blood on us. Thankfully with Archer a baby she'd never hurt him.

I had blacked out, but when I came to I was being taken care of by Marcia and Jennie as well as my siblings. Mom was gone, and when I asked where she was Marcia said she was gone. Good riddance to her. That's all I ever knew. I didn't dare ask dad who became really over protective of us after finding us the way he had. We never went back to that trailer house that was all I could ever remember living in. Dad got us a house around the other Sons and we were well protected after that.

Things were definitely better after that. Except for the nightmares I had after that. My siblings had them for awhile too, but their screaming awake in middle of the night didn't happen as much anymore. As for me even now I wake up in a cold sweat when a nightmare from that time hits me. All of us have the scars on us to remember the nightmare of a life we were born into that we finally escaped from. Well except for our baby brother Archer, and I hope he never experiences anything like this. I'll do my darndest to protect him from something like that!

I got a job when I turned fourteen and between that and working at the Dirt Bike Track I saved enough money to get my Harley when I turned sixteen. To me that was an amazing bonding experience with dad who took me to the dealership helping me pick out the bike. Sure it was a used one, but I knew had to work on them, and keep them up. It's a memory of just me and dad having time together sharing it. A happy memory that I'll always cherish.

The years have passed and dad was there for us when we needed him and beyond. I'm still protective of my siblings, and will always be. I made it through school barely, and prospected to the Sons of Anarchy that dad was in holding the office of Sergeant at Arms. With my dad sponsoring me into the club. That's when I started working in the bar too. Quickly earning a bouncer's position with my build. I had been working out for years and built up the muscles to be ready for this. I wanted my dad to be proud of me.

Girls come and go. A sweetbutt with no attachments is the best thing for me. My mom ruined me for women. Jennie and Marcia and their mothers are exceptions to that. The girls I grew up in the club are a different story too. There more like my sisters having grown up with them. I'm protective over them too.

Some of our summers we spend in Washington, California. Why we go all the way there not for sure, but it's a favorite of the club. A stark contrast to Reno Nevada. Which is fine with me getting a change of scenery. Relaxing by the river swimming. Fishing to me was a bit boring. We would go down the river a little ways to go cliff jumping where the water was deep enough. That was more fun for me. Styles was chicken to do so. So Jantz and I finally just grabbed him when he was around thirteen and carried him up their kicking and fighting to get away. Just tossing him in when we got up there. He screamed all the way down. Yeah we were great big brothers weren't we... He hid from us for a few days after that. Which somehow dad found out and we got in trouble.

Well this summer was no exception. We headed up to Washington, and been there most of the summer. Taking turns going back to Reno to take our turns working. It was fun, but there were still the ups and downs of the summer that we got through. One of the downs was Riley finding her boy toy, but he's growing on us. Till a few days ago that is. Styles and Colt actually got into a fist fight shocking all of us. Riley had even hit Styles, and that was shocking too.

To separate them Styles was getting sent back to Reno with a bunch of us. Only he was lagging behind. So we left him in the dust. We would be stopping soon anyhow. We stopped in Cisco Grove filling up with gas, before heading on. Something was nagging at me for us to wait for Styles, but I was aggravated with him so we went on. We did stop a little further down the road, and waited quite awhile, before Percy and I left the others to head back looking for our little brother. When we pulled into Cisco Grove hoping to find him there all we found was his bike laying on it's side, and probably beyond repair.

The president of Cisco Grove was standing by his bike on the phone. Somebody had kidnapped our little brother. Percy was the one who worked up the nerve to call dad and tell him. I could hear him yelling on the phone. We found our mom was the one who kidnapped him when the President of a Cisco Grove got a call to call off his boys that were tailing the van. Riley who had tried calling Styles after finding out she'd been lied to about something had mom answering the call on Style's phone.

I tried trading myself for him, but mom just laughed on the phone hanging up. I threw up as memories that I had long buried came boiling to the surface. Styles was in over his head, and wasn't going to come out of this unscathed knowing our mother. I was scared for him. Dad got there and yelled at us for leaving Styles behind. I was already regretting the mistake I had let happen, so that only made it worse. The waiting game had only just begun for us.