[smear:#19e6da]One, two, three, four walking like a man Hitting like a hammer She's a juvenile scam Never was a quitter Tasty like a raindrop She's got the look Heavenly bound Cause heaven's got a number When she's spinning me around Kissing is a color Her loving is a wild dog She's got the look She's got the look (She's got the look) She's got the look (She's got the look) What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you And I go la la la la la she's got the look Fire in the ice Naked to the t-bone Is a lover's disguise Banging on the head drum Shaking like a mad bull She's got the look Swaying to the band Moving like a hammer She's a miracle man Loving is the ocean Kissing is the wet sand She's got the look[/smear:#e61946:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Caprice Serenity Cline Nicknames | Price (Sounds like Preece) Birthday | September 14th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | College Junior (Fashion Design) Age | 20 Club Affiliation | Washington SOA Charter Relationship | Single
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Appearance
Face Claim | Ashley Benson Eye Color | Piercing Blue Eyes Hair Color | Long Wavy Blonde Hair Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy in all the places I should be.
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Coming up with a new fashion design. + Doing sketches of my ideas. + Spending time with my sisters, and cousins. + I loved being a cheerleader. + Hot Biker Guys! + Shocking guys with knowing how to handle a Harley.
Hate It! •
- Guys who are chauvinistic pigs. - People who don't like my designs. - Classmates who try to steal my designs. - Trying to drive a stick shift. - When the weather is bad and I can't ride my Harley. - Anyone who messes with my sisters or cousins.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + Living the club life - My family - My friends - Hot Biker Guys!
Fears •
• Losing one of my family. • Not achieving my goals. • Not being good enough in what I've chosen to do.
Dreams •
• Becoming a famous fashion designer. • Falling in love one day.
Full Personality: •
I'm creative, and have an artistic ability. I love to dream up new fashion designs and bring my designs to life on paper. Then actually sit down and sew it. Then I get one of my sisters to try it on and let me see what it looks like. There's nothing quite like the feeling I get when I see it all coming together. I can be an over achiever when it comes to excelling in what I love to do. I'm protective of my younger sisters, and have been since I was little.
[smear:#19e6da]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e61946:0] 1)Ambitious: Driven by the desire to achieve a particular goal. 2)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence. 3)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset. 4)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment. 5)Organized: Being orderly and systematic in one's handling of matters. 6)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
[smear:#e61946]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6da:0] 1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate. 3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities. 4)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome. 5)Worrywart: Inclined to excessive worrying. 6)Superstitious: Believing that omens and symbols can have specific prophetic meaning and that certain ritualistic practices will influence events.
I'm the second born of six girls to Jamison and Giselle McConnell Cline. With four younger sisters after me I picked up protectiveness over them from my older sister Chasity. I at least have words with anyone that messes with my sisters. Chasity on the other hand punches first and then takes down names. I usually helped her finish them off. This started when we were four and five years old. While mom would groan dad, and our uncles would just laugh as they watched. The girls and boys around usually learned pretty fast not to mess with us.
Even at an early age I had a sense for fashion. Mom would try and get me dressed, and I would shake my head at half of what she wanted to put on me. She finally learned just to take me with her to buy clothes so she didn't have to put up with my attitude every morning. When I started preschool my clothes had to be perfect before heading off to school. I think I was six the first time I drew an outfit that I had in my mind. Mom actually saved it putting it in my baby book since it was the first one I drew. Though for a few months it hung on the refrigerator.
During grade school my art teachers would complain to my parents that I wouldn't do anything in art class, but draw clothes that were in my mind. Believe me I tried to draw other things, but one little line and another design would pop into my head making me forget what I was supposed to be doing. They finally just gave up when that's all I would accomplish. They just passed me to get me through it! The art teacher in junior high loved my designs, and actually asked me to make her a couple of them. Which I learned to sew around then, and did just that surprising her. She made sure everyone knew that it was on of my designs. She's always been one of my biggest fans!
I also went out for sports trying them out when I started junior high, and went out for Cheerleading. Now cheerleading I loved. Sports were alright, but my passion was for cheerleading. I even took a dance class to help me out with Cheerleading, and that was fun. Never been interested in it before, but I was hooked now. I was head cheerleader my eighth grade year. Cheerleading and the Dance team were the only sports related things I went out for in high school making both teams. That kept me busy enough. My sophomore year I was a Varsity cheerleader and still on the dance team.
My high school years just flew by, and before I knew it I was a senior. Cheerleading Captain, and Captain of of dance team. I was choreographing our dances by now too after being in dance classes since I was in junior high. I was the Homecoming queen my senior year. My sophomore I had been a homecoming attendant. Austin Michaels was the homecoming king. Given the choice of a handshake, kiss or a hug he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He and were dating back then. She was a year younger than us. Graduation came and went.
I went on to K-State University majoring in fashion design. I loved my classes! Unfortunately there was a couple of professors I didn't get along with that fought me every step of the way, but I went with the flow not going to give up my passion of designing clothes. I finished my second year at the top of my class as I did the first year. Things weren't going good in the club as I had heard my parents talking about it. Chase surprised all of us by starting to date Snoddy's daughter. She and my sister Camden had been nemesis since preschool.
On Chase's birthday we were all there for the party. Snoddy and a few of his cronies showed up accusing Chase of beating his daughter up. Of course he hadn't. By the time my dad and uncles had gotten there we were all a little banged up trying to stop them from beating on Chase. Chase ended up being taken by ambulance and into surgery for internal bleeding. After spending the night there, and finally finding out he would be alright we went home and got some sleep. Camden however only slept a little while, and then went hunting for Snoddy's daughter Kate. She beat her up good, and got hurt herself some, from Kate's friends. No she didn't get into trouble, mom and dad were proud of her for what she had done.
A few days later we were on our jet headed to Washington, California after what had happened. Being joined by friends that we had thought we lost. So we had quite a group that rode from Nevada City up to Washington. A lot has happened since then, and we've been to Sturgis and back. My sisters and I joining the Washington Jr Charter, and getting to help the other charters get formed while in Sturgis. A rally is planned for the week before the Sturgis Rally again next year for the Jr club. Planning on making it an annual event along with Sturgis. That will be fun!
I'll be starting at the new Washington school here in the College branch of it. I have two years left to finish, and after getting to tour the school I love it! Kevin Stokes is the Vice Principal of the new school. He was the Vice President of the Kansas charter before transferring here. His wife are my aunts Tianna and Aurora's older sister. So were all family in some way or other. My dad, Uncle Fury, and Uncle Grizzly will be teaching at the new high school. Aunt Aurora is the new Guidance Councilor at the school. School will be starting up in a couple of weeks, and I can't wait!
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Role Player
Username • Caprice 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.
