[smear:#19e0e6]Hearts of fire Streets of stone Modern warriors Saddle iron horses of chrome Taste the wild Lick the wind Like something they never saw before Their jaws dropping to the floor Steel made of soul and sin Rebels born without a care And the day he listens Only to fly where eagles dare And the night she whispers Ride the wind Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind Never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Painted flesh Loyalty Humble pride Just as far as the eye can see Stories told Two old friends, yeah Of battle scars and lonely bars And nights the rain wouldn't end Here's to weathered eyes wearing gypsy smiles And the day he listens Here's to lovely ladies and a million miles And the night she whispers[/smear:#aa19e6:0]
---------------------------------
---------------------------------
Basics
Full Name | Archer Coal Barnes Nicknames | Arch Birthday | May 31st Gender | Male Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Anarchy Bar and Prospect Grade | Graduated Age | 18 Club Affiliation | Reno SOA Charter Relationship | Single
---------------------------------
---------------------------------
Appearance
Face Claim | Dylan Sprayberry Eye Color | Brown Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | A bit muscular. My brothers say I'm still scrawny though. They suck too!
---------------------------------
---------------------------------
Personality
Love It! •
+ Being a prospect + My family + Cute girls + Working at Anarchy Bar, even if it's in the kitchen. + Riding my Harley. + Feeling the Rolling Thunder.
Hate It! •
- My mother for hurting my siblings. - That Styles was kidnapped by our mother. - Getting left out of things cause I'm the youngest. - My dad and siblings being overprotective of me. - When the other prospects aren't pulling their weight. - When my dad gets pissed off.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My dad + My siblings + The club - My dad - My siblings - Girls
Fears •
• Always being treated like I'm not old enough to do anything. • Losing my dad. • My mom still out there somewhere.
Dreams •
• Having my dad be proud of me. • Being a fully patched son.
Full Personality: •
I'm just a normal teenage boy. I like to joke around and have fun with my friends. I like to try new things, and push myself to do better. Trying to perfect whatever I do. I love challenges and competing against others. I'm honest and trustworthy. I may tell a little white lie now and then, but I try not to. I absolutely hate being the youngest.
[smear:#19e0e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#aa19e6:0] 1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks. 2)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details. 3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 4)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity. 5)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy. 6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
[smear:#aa19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e0e6:0] 1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed. 4)Jealous: Comparing oneself to others. 5)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
I was born in Reno Nevada. The youngest of five kids. I have three older brothers and an older sister. My father raised us. Mom was never in the picture, and nobody ever talks about her. I haven't asked either. Figured if she hadn't stuck around like the other mothers than she wasn't worth knowing. Dad was the best though. Always there for us when and if we needed anything. Always making sure we were taken care of.
I got a hand me down mini bike from my older siblings learning to ride it around when I was three or four. Don't really remember. All I remember is I wanted to be like my older siblings and be riding around that big track. I learned pretty fast, and was out there with them probably terrifying my over protective dad with the speeds I could get up to trying to beat my older siblings and the other kids. For me it was fun. As I grew older and started beating my siblings it finally dawned on me that they were letting me win since I was the baby of the family. Which sucked for me. I just pushed harder making them work a little harder.
I was a daredevil on my bike getting warned I needed to slow down sometimes, but did I listen? Nope. I started in Motocross when I was around six and it was a blast tearing around that track trying to beat the others in my races. It was during one of the races when I was around eight that I was pushing even my limits. I was neck and neck for first with another rider that I usually went head to head with.When we flew up into the air at the same time we collided, both of us losing control. The air was knocked out me when I hit the ground rolling. It knocked me out too so I didn't wait up till later at the hospital. With a concussion and a broken arm from the way I had landed. Luckily I didn't have any internal injuries. The other boy was just as bad as I was or worse.
Needless to say I wasn't allowed to race again for awhile. Pretty sure that had definitely scared dad with me being rushed to the ER. I definitely got babied for the next few weeks while I had a cast on. When dad was out on club business I would sneak on my bike riding it around the neighborhood. Till Jance would catch me and I was right back in the house being made to read a book or watch TV. Which sucked. At least it was in the air conditioning. I stewed wondering if dad would let me go back for the season when I got the cast off. My siblings were still riding in Motocross. I hated just sitting there watching when I wanted to be riding too.
Luckily I got to finish out the season after getting my cast off, but dad had threatened me to watch what I was doing now. I was still a bit of a daredevil, but I definitely didn't want to wake up in the ER again hurting like I did before. I finished off that season finishing good. Staying neck and neck with Bucky, Lucky, and Carter. At least it hadn't been one of them I collided with, but then we worked as a team usually having grown up riding together. The boy who I had collided with hadn't been able to come back to finish the season.
The next year he was back with a vengeance. He blamed me for the collision the year before so things were tricky on the track after that when I was competing against him. I was quick though to figure things out and counteract him coming after me. My older brothers as well as Riley giving me pointers on how to do so. He wasn't happy when I would beat him time after time. Halfway through the season he ended up wrecking his bike with another competitor. It was me that he retaliated against though when I won. He came after getting in a few lucky punches, before my older brothers were there stopping him. I hadn't had a chance with him coming at me blind. He ended up getting banned from the tracks after that disqualifying him for the rest of the year for that.
Of course he was back the next year with the ban being lifted. We were definitely still rivals, but I didn't let him bother me. He kept getting into trouble though along with his brothers who didn't play either. When one of them took Styles out one day that started a knock down drag out fight between my two oldest brothers and his. Of course I had joined in the fighting. With most of the club joining in the fight too. With almost every competitor there that day in the brawl the rest of the races were canceled. The brothers were banned again for the rest of the year. Everyone else in the fight wasn't allowed to compete for two weeks after that.
Starting junior high was fun. Its when I became interested in girls too. Getting my first kiss and first dances. Parties. Course it was all mild to what I got into during high school. When I got into high school Styles was a senior and Riley a junior. They were both over protective of me, and I hated it. Though sometimes I was grateful for it. I had gone out for sports when I started junior high, but the only ones I stuck with were football and basketball. Along with my motocross. That I was still doing. Still going up against the same rival I had always had whose tricks were getting even dirtier than when we were younger.
Senior year finally came. Girls had come and gone. No longer the innocent little boy who had started high school. Hanging with the guys was what I usually did. The four of us going through school together. The twins Bucky and Lucky and Carter. The three of them were cousins. I didn't have any cousins that I knew of. Which didn't bother me. I had my siblings and dad and that was fine with me. It wasn't till after I graduated that my eighteenth birthday finally rolled around and I got to start prospecting with my friends. Of course they were months older than me so they would be sons before I would which sucked.
We've been in Washington, California all summer pretty much staying at one of the campgrounds. Lots of crap has happened over the summer. Riley got hurt and that sucked. She didn't feel good for awhile after that. At least it hadn't been any worse of a head wound that she got. Sturgis sucked this year with the camp getting attacked, and the fire that the nomad set to keep us penned in and to prevent help getting in. It had been the Washington camp that was hit really, but we all suffered from it. The party that some of the Washington Charter threw after was raided by the feds, and other stuff happened.
It was a couple of days later that I accidently spilled a soured beer over in Riley's tent soaking her sleeping bag with it. The whole tent stunk then. Come to find out Carter who was my best friend told Riley that Styles had done it trying to cover for me. Which resulted in her hitting Styles. Something that's not ever happened before. Then Lucky overheard Colt and Styles talking about Colt wanting to sneak out of camp to go somewhere to meet up with a girl. He told his dad and Colt's dad overheard. Colt thinking only Styles had known about it when he got caught went after Styles and they actually got into a fist fight. The two of them have been best friends since they were in the cradle together. I don't know if they have ever fought.
So Slater made Styles head back to Reno with the group that was going. My two oldest brothers being aggravated with Styles who was falling behind just left him behind. Which I'm sure they are regretting now since Styles got kidnapped. Of all people to kidnap him it was our mother. I had a lot of questions, but no one was answering them. Riley had gone ballistic when she found out. She hit Carter, and then attacked Colt when they got to the hotel who had no idea till then about Styles. Now he's blaming himself, and she broke down in sobs. I don't think I've ever seen Riley cry. She was scared and that was something she never was. She took everything by storm usually. So with mom kidnapping Styles I know it's bad news. I just don't know how bad, because nobody will tell me anything. There being over protective of me as usual trying to keep me out of the loop. Which I totally hate.
---------------------------------
---------------------------------
Role Player
Username • Archer 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
---------------------------------
---------------------------------
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.
