[smear:#19cfe6]He said I've been watching you dad, ain't that cool I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are We got cowboy boots and camo pants Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad I wanna do everything you do So I've been watching you[/smear:#a219e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Lucky Sloan Fox Nicknames | Luck Birthday | September 21st Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Anarchy Bar/Prospect Grade | Graduated Age | 18 Club Affiliation | Reno SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Logan Lerman Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Black Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | slender
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Raven Gemma Morrow + Being a prospect + My identical twin Bucky. + My dad and extended family. + Spending time in Washington. + Riding down the road feeling the Rolling Thunder!
Hate It! •
- When dad is away on club business. - Having to do the shit work sometimes as a prospect. - The guy who caught Raven's attention. - School, but at least it's over for us. - When it's blizzarding out and can't go nowhere. - When someone messes with my twin.
• Not being able to prove myself. • Losing control of my bike and wrecking. • Losing my dad.
Dreams •
• That Raven Gemma Morrow was my girl. • Being a full patch of the Sons of Anarchy!
Full Personality: •
I have an outgoing personality, and I'm really easy going. I'm friendly with everyone I meet, and when I make a friend they are friends for life. When I put my mind to something I usually go through with it having lots of ambition. I'm definitely loyal to my family and friends. I can be a bit clumsy and tongue tied sometimes.
[smear:#19cfe6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#a219e6:0] 1)Happy: Pretty much all the time except when someone royally pisses me off or I'm sick. 2)Friendly: I greet everyone I go by whether they answer or not. 3)Talented: Having a marked (often innate) ability, usually in a creative, athletic, or artistic field. 4)Sentimental: A)Holding on to and cherishing keepsakes. B)Crying over sad movies or books 5)Spontaneous: I'm a free spirit and enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses 6)Passionate: A)Becoming easily angered, saddened, or excited B)Using big, excited gestures
[smear:#a219e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19cfe6:0] 1)Verbose: When I get to talking I can't shut up sometimes. Especially when I'm excited or agitated about something. 2)Scatterbrained: When I get to talking to someone I forget about everything else. 3)Melodramatic: Using rapid speech and hand gestures this I always do when I get to talking. 4)Clumsy: I'm very clumsy, I trip over my own feet and going up the stairs. 5)Lazy: I'm always over sleeping and late to breakfast, and if there is no school I could sleep the day away! 6)Gullible: I can be misled or duped quite a bit.
I was born in Reno, Nevada. My mom had my twin Bucky and I then she disappeared not ever having wanted us in the first place. Dad has his hands full with new born twins, but he loved us more than anything. We wouldn't be here if he hadn't talked our mom into having us instead of aborting us like she had wanted. She's never mentioned, and we have no idea what her name even was. Not that I care either since she didn't want us. I'm content with the family I have, but sometimes I do wonder if I have more family out there somewhere.
The only motherly figures I have known are my Grandma Fox who was our official babysitter growing up. My Aunt Jennie who is my dad's sister who had us if Grams didn't. Then there is Marcia who helped out when she could too. If Bucky or I need anything and dad's not around we know we can call them for anything. Even with their own kids they'd make sure to be there for us.
I was the late bloomer on everything. I didn't start crawling till a couple of weeks after Bucky, and it was almost a month after he took his first steps that I took mine dad said. Only for me to fall flat on my face and start crying. I was the clumsy twin. Always tripping over my own feet. The one with the most scrapes and bruises. If there was even the slightest hint of sniffles going around I would catch it. Always getting sick first, and giving it to Bucky too. Usually mine was twice as bad, and always lasted longer.
Starting grade school it quickly became known what a klutz I was. Always picked last after that for everything. Bucky being one of the first picked. I was always jealous of him for that. Though if he was the one picking I was usually the first one he picked. So that at least made up for it a little. I had a harder time in school learning too. Found out I was a bit dyslexic, but after having a special teacher for that things started to work out for me there.
Getting picked on for being clumsy and a slow learner wasn't fun either. I came home with a few black eyes and bloody noses, but I didn't back down from the bullies either. I stood up for myself. When the older guys from the club found out things got stopped. My older cousins made sure of it. When Dylan found out she marched right into the school and into the classroom. Ignoring the teacher as she pulled the main instigator up out of his seat, and told him what was what poking him in the chest. I was a kindergartner so around five or six. She's eight years older so the boy was probably shaking in his boots. When she was done she pushed him back in his chair and told him she had eyes every where that if it happened again he'd be in a world of hurt! She winked at me, Bucky, and Carter as she walked out of the classroom as if she owned it. The teacher just sighed and went back to the lesson as he had been Dylan's teacher when she was in kindergarten and knew exactly how she was.
Like the rest of the Reno Sons club kids we learned how to ride dirt bikes when we were really young. Dad probably was hesitant to let four year old me on a bike as clumsy as I was, but riding came natural to me. I was actually good at it, and it became something I loved. Like a dream come true almost. I was seven when I started doing Motocross. I'm sure dad held his breath when I'd go sailing through the air on my dirt bike, but it was awesome! I loved it!
As I grew older I was rising in the ranks of Motocross earning a name for myself. I'm not one to go around bragging, but I loved how proud dad was of me for my accomplishments. It was about the only sport I could do as clumsy as I was. Oh I tried sports when I started Junior High, but as clumsy as I was and we'd lose a game because of it I quit going out. It wasn't fun for me either like riding my dirt bike was. I didn't relish the angry looks I got from my teammates either. Especially after tripping over my own feet and losing the ball to the other team who would score.
Getting into high school I was working at our Clubs Dirt Bike track on the weekends if I wasn't doing Motocross. We'd open on some weeknights too. During the summers we'd be open every day. Our parents ran the Anarchy bar that we knew we'd be working at when we turned eighteen. That was like a right of passage for us even the girls. Though us boys would start prospecting to the Sons when we turned eighteen too. So it was definitely something I was looking forward to.
Bucky and I turned eighteen on September 21st just after we had started our senior year of high school. We were given prospect kuttes on our birthday. Dad was sponsoring Bucky, and Uncle Slater was sponsoring me. Starting to work at Anarchy Bar became my worst nightmare. Everything I did was wrong. I was put in the kitchen but somehow ended up knocking a whole container of pepper into something. Which I tried to cover up, but when the customers started complaining I fessed up. So I was moved to dishwasher away from the food area, but when I kept dropping the tubs of dishes or tripping over my feet I was moved to cleanup after the bar closed. My uncle is still complaining about the bill for the new dishes they had to order after me breaking them.
So yeah I was definitely disappointed. I was getting picked on for it too, but it was all in fun. Anyone outside the club said anything, and they were put in their place. One night when a few of the guys were sick and they were short on shift I had to go in and help out. I was being extra careful when I was told to bus tables. When I was going by a table of rowdy guys they got into a fight and somehow I got shoved into it. The tub of dishes had gone flying and so had I getting knocked to the ground. Unable to get up with as many guys that were fighting all I could do was cover my head as I got stepped on and kicked. I tried crawling under one of the tables, but only ended up cutting myself from the broken glass from the dishes. Which I want to add wasn't from my own clumsiness this time!
I was out cold by the time the guys got the fight broke up, and discovered me there on the ground. I woke up at the hospital with a concussion and other bruises. I had stitches on my arms from the broken glass and on my cheek. Dad wasn't happy at all and that unruly bunch was banned from the bar after that. I got some time off, and to my dismay had to miss a few Motocross races. Wasn't happy about that either. After some time I was put back on cleanup duty.
Oh there's a girl I've had a crush on since I was old enough to discover the difference between girls and boys. That girl is Raven Morrow. She has no use for boys though or she didn't till the beginning of this summer. I had just graduated and dad took me and Bucky on a trip up to Washington after the retaliation in Charming. Raven was there, and I got to witness her falling for a guy. Bucky is the only one that knew I even liked Raven like that. It's not like I ever had a chance with the princess of the Club anyhow.
We've been here for most of the summer. There's been trouble between our club and Washington, but things have worked out. They've been working together in the trouble that's been raining down on the charters. We've been camping out here. Prospect duties haven't been that bad at all here. Though we've still had to do them. Bucky and I only have about another two months to prospect so that's not bad. Sturgis was a bust this year with all the trouble that happened. Not for sure when we will be heading back to Reno. Styles was kidnapped by his mom. His leaving was partially my fault too with opening my mouth getting Colt into trouble which ended up with him and Styles fighting. Something that had never happened before. Right now it's all just a waiting game.
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Role Player
Username • Lucky 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.
