As a member of the Navy, I can be described as stiff or wooden with some often keeping my emotions in check. I've been told I have "a laser focus embedded in my DNA." Others have described me like a ninja. I'm a fearless, resourceful, and loyal man. I am known have an intense hatred of anyone who has wronged me. I'm also shown to have a sense of honor, even though I would go to prison for "borrowing" ten million dollars that ultimately went up in flames in order to catch a criminal with me catching the criminal anyway.

I can go to drastic measures to get the job done: hanging a man thirty feet in the air on a roof, throwing another man in a shark cage, etc. much to the anger of my best friend, Danny Wallace who regularly berates me for doing so. I have not only medical knowledge, but knowledge about nature. However, there's usually a softer, goofier and warmer side to me with my family, and Danny. As well as the charter. Although my best friend Danny irritates me and we often argue, I deeply care about Danny, and the rest of the charter. I am willing to risk everything and anything to save those I care for. I'm also willing to go against protocol to stay behind and aid a friend who's in danger even if it puts me in jeopardy.

I display disgust towards fellow military personnel who I feel have disgraced the uniform by committing various crimes such as murder or robbery. I also have a huge, almost overwhelming anger towards those who have abused or assaulted children, often resorting to violence, forcing Danny and the others to stop me. Despite the fact that I am no longer on full-time active duty, my military background and SEAL training are still evident in my daily routine and habits; I still take a "Navy shower", helps keep their house in impeccable condition, maintains a fitness regimen and is sensitive to sound when asleep.

My military mannerisms are also apparent in the way I approach every and my ability to remain calm even when under intense pressure and frequently mocked by Danny for my lack of "human" touch. Some tell me I have control issues, which has led to my habit of driving other people's cars and faster-than-legal driving style. I try to explain that he gets carsick if I don't drive, but is refuted by Danny as a terrible excuse. I prefer riding my own bike and staying away from cars anyhow.

I was born to two parents who loved having a child. They were in their forties though when they had me. After trying for years they had given up, and it had been quite a few years since then so you can imagine their surprise when mom found out she was carrying me. I had a great life with them even if it was for a short time. I didn't want for anything, and I was taught to not take anything for granted. They were the perfect parents in my eyes. Dad always had time for me, and no matter how tired mom got she found time to sit down on the floor and play blocks with me or something else.

I was ten when dad had a massive heart attack and died. Mom was devastated as was I. Even though she loved me she wasted away dying of heartbreak when I was twelve. A great uncle was the only living relative that I had left, and he didn't want me. My inheritance on the other hand he definitely wanted so instead of taking me under his wing he took my inheritance illegally, and put me into boarding school. Not just any kind of boarding school but a military school for boys called Army and Navy Academy. For a boy at the tender age of 12 having just lost both of his parents in the last two years it was horrifying. So needless to say I was terrified as I was dropped off there by a taxi driver of all things.

When the tuition checked bounced there was an investigation on my uncle. A retired military man himself. He had drained my parents account which had about six million in it or more, and fled the country. So now I wasn't just an orphan, but a penniless one at that. The school board got together. A couple of them knew my uncle as well as my parents. It came to light that my family had a military history. My grandfather had perished on the USS Arizona in Pearl Harbor when it was attacked. My other grandfather had rose to a high ranking officer before being killed in battle. I had never met either of them. One of the men who knew my family, got guardianship of me, and I was kept at the military school which was probably the best thing that could happen. Even with the strict regimen I gained a confidence back in me that I had never knew before. I made friends over the time with those who took me under their wing. Hazing wasn't allowed, but it still went on. When the older ones found out my situation though they left me alone.

I rose in the ranks there earning the respect of those older and younger than me as well as my classmates. Some who I forged friendships with that would last a lifetime. Like brothers I had never had. I loved every aspect of the navy life that I was learning about. I was good at sports and a team player, but a leader in more ways than one. I graduated with high honors and was Valedictorian of my class. A born leader is what I was being called.

As for my uncle he was never found, and he was probably in some foreign country living it up on my money. The money I didn't care about. If I wanted anything back it was my parents, and the love they had shown for me. I had never stopped missing them. I went straight into the Navy raising up in the ranks quickly much to a lot of those in high command's surprise. I was in naval intelligence for five years and a Navy Seal for six. The man who had become my guardian had never married nor had children of his own. He was a good man though that took care of me. Was there at my wedding and other important events of my life. Till he perished in Afghanistan.

I met the woman of my dreams when I attended the Naval Academy after I graduated. Her name was Catherine. Everyone called her Cat. She was more than beautiful, and I loved everything about her. She was in Naval Intelligence as well, and was more than good at her job. She rose up in the ranks to Lieutenant. I was a Lieutenant Commander of the Navy Seals leading my team. I asked her to marry me when we were twenty and she said yes much to my relief. We were married shortly after that. We tried to have children, but weren't able to. We adopted our eldest daughter Faye when we were twenty. We wanted children to love, and with our careers too we didn't know if we'd be able to have our own.

We ended up adopting five children over the course of the next few years. Our eldest three were two years apart, but it was another three years before we adopted our youngest son, and two years after him we adopted our baby girl. We named them Faye, Falcon, Ford, Forrest, and Fallon. We never did have our own, and after some testing it was me who was shooting blanks. Thanks to some kind of gas or something from one of my deployments over the years. I'm forty-eight years old now as well as Cat, and we couldn't be happier with our lives. Our children are pretty much grown, and still showered with all the love we can give them.

Our youngest son got into some trouble awhile back, and needed a blood transfusion. Fallon's blood matched up perfectly with his. So we had some DNA testing done. Well while that was going on shit was hitting the fan elsewhere. The place where we had adopted our babies from a local Nunnery was under fire. We were called in cause of the mother of our eldest daughter Faye. She'd given birth there and died we were told. Come to find out she was still there being kept as a slave basically there. Had been forced to have four more babies after having the twins that had put her in there at the age of sixteen.

Our eldest daughter Faye was a twin. A boy, who was a Son of Anarchy himself, like I was. To top of that their father was an Original Nine of the club. I had known her father back in the day. Even known he was searching for his girlfriend's baby that she'd had at the same Nunnery where our children were born. His girlfriend had been sent there at the age of sixteen to have her baby. She'd died in childbirth, but he had been looking for his son. Not a daughter. It's definitely a small world. Especially when that girlfriend of his ended up being the mother of all of our children as well as Storm, Faye's twin. Unfortunately for him he'd been put into the system. If we had known there were twins we would have taken him in too.

Our other children's fathers we found out who they were aren't worth mentioning. Except for our youngest two had the same father through a sperm doner that had no idea his sperm had been stolen. He'd forgotten all about his sperm being held for him after losing the baby girl they had right after birth. He's the only respectable one out of them, and an Astor of New York to top it off. Our children all met their birth mother, but have stayed true to Cat and I as being their parents. The ones who raised them. Mary, their mother, wouldn't have it any other way. She just wants to be included in their life if possible. Our children have been good about that too. Forrest though is still trying to come to terms with it.

We've spent time out in California where Mary has taken up residence with her family. In fact my oldest two went out with us when they found Mary, but haven't come back home yet. As for Faye I know it's because of a guy that she met. Falcon found out he had a half sister, and has been spending time with her getting to know her as well as his mother. He still checks in with us every day catching up with us. As for me I'm retired from the Navy but am on call in case of a crisis. Which I'd be definitely willing to help out with. I didn't mention really that I prospected to the Sons of Anarchy when I turned eighteen. I prospected with my best from childhood, Danny Wallace. I've worked my way up to the current President of the Bronx Charter, and Danny is the current Vice President.