[smear:#19e6e2]She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind Give me the ring on your finger Let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn't planned I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I'd came there for She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind Stay away, look out If you're out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighborhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Tryin' to win you with her feminine ways[/smear:#c119e6:0]
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Basics
Full Name | Brynn Marie Hickories Nicknames | None Birthday | May 29th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Old Lady Grade | Quit when I was 16 Age | 44 Club Affiliation | Demon Reavers Vice President Relationship | Married to Gordon Hickories
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Appearance
Face Claim | Emily Blunt Eye Color | Cornflower Blue Hair Color | Brown Skin Color | White Scars/Markings | Quite a few tattoos Build | Perfect in every way
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Personality
Love It! •
+ Inflicting pain on others. + Torturing my children and others. + Using my knives and whips. + Target practice with knives, whips and guns. + Having fun with my husband. + Parties the club throws.
Hate It! •
- My ex husband River Lincoln Barnes. - Losing at anything. - River catching me at my treachery. - When somebody doesn't listen to me. - Someone getting the best of me. - Losing my prey.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My father + My friends + Being a leader in the club. - My father - My husband - River Lincoln Barnes
Fears •
• River killing me. • River coming after me. • River finding me.
Dreams •
• Growing old and grey with my husband who is just like me. • Of being the one in control.
Full Personality: •
When I want something I usually get it by whatever means necessary. I'm greedy, pushy, and arrogant. I don't care what people think of me at all. I practice the Dark Arts and relish in it! Some call me the Devil Women, and I take pride in that. I'm your worst nightmare that will come at you when you least expect it digging my nails in deep.
[smear:#1957e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e61988:0] 1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks. 2)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear. 3)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence. 4)Persistent: Stubbornly continuing on despite opposition, difficulty, or danger. 5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling. 6)Persuasive: Able to influence others by argument, entreaty, counsel, or protest.
[smear:#e61988]Negative Traits:[/smear:#1957e6:0] 1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure. 2)Vain: Excessively proud of one's appearance and accomplishments. 3)Greedy: Selfishly desiring money or possessions. 4)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome. 5)Manipulative: Attempting to influence the behavior of others for one's own benefit. 6)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
I was born in Reno, Nevada on a hot sultry day. Maybe that's why I'm so hot. My parents were exactly legit. Into the black market, and other illegal activities. All pretty damn shady, and I grew up getting introduced to all aspects of the shady deals. Even as a baby they used me to steal and other things that I really have no clue how deep things went till I was older. My mother was a master criminal mind. She was the one that planned out things and got the ball rolling. Dad was the punisher or enforcer.
As a toddler I was already learning how to torture people. It would make me laugh hearing people scream and seeing them bloody. Definitely not a normal family life. Over the years I was turned into quite the con artist. Learning how to pickpocket at five years old, which I accomplished and became quite the little thief. I learned how to distract people by all means necessary allowing my parents to steal high end stuff. That they would sell on the black market. By the time I was twelve I was torturing people and getting a thrill from it.
Any schooling I had was through the illegal activity. Oh I knew how to read and write and definitely had a calculating mind. I just wasn't like normal children, and I loved it that way. Through my teenage years I learned all about the delightful sins, and experimented with both guys and girls. Had my own side hustle doing extracurricular activities. I was twenty when I saw him. The most gorgeous guy I had ever laid eyes on. He was a prospect to the Sons of Anarchy, and I had to have him. So I seduced him making him mine. Planning on just having a boy toy. When I got with him though all thoughts of birth control went flying out the window. Needless to say I got pregnant.
When he proposed I thought why the hell not. It wasn't like I couldn't leave when I got tired of playing house with him. Never planned on five kids all together and those dratted stretch marks. I tolerated the little brats, and had my fun there with them. Enjoying the perks of it. Nights were more than hot with River. River Barnes. He never knew what hit him, and for almost seven years he was none the wiser. Till the day I had one too many to drink, and went overboard in my activities. He came home to bloody and screaming kids. I got into a knock down drag out fight with him, and he kicked me out. We got a divorce. I vowed to get my revenge on those kids. I may have given birth to them, but they were worthless to me. Never wanted kids, and after I left him I got myself fixed so I would never have anymore rug rats.
There were a few that I kept in touch with. Ones that had a dark heart like I have. Like Sonia Reed who I tutored in my ways over the years there. She was an old lady to another son. She never wanted kids and wanted an abortion, but her old man Lock wouldn't let her. After her baby girl was born she tried to smother her, but Lock caught her sending her to jail. I visited her once in awhile while she was in prison, and when she got out a few years ago on good behavior I brought her back into the fold. Lock had tried to fight her release, but she won in the end. I had stayed in the background so the Sons didn't know I was still lurking and watching. Ready to strike when they least expected it.
A few years ago in a heist gone wrong mom got killed. Dad and I took our revenge for that leaving a bloody trail behind us. They never knew what hit them. We grieved in our own way, and yes I do miss the bitch. Life has moved on though, and I inherited a lot of her traits that keep us in business. A very thriving one at that. Nobody wants to mess with us. Just the way we had planned it out. Never know when your going to get stabbed in the back from us!
Well I finally struck, and they never knew what hit them. I nabbed my middle child Styles and have been having fun warping his mind plus numerous other things. He's my slave now, and River is never going to find him. Well not till I'm done draining the blood from the poor boy. Getting revenge for River taken away from me all those years ago. Though I did remarry to Gordon Hickories who is just as sick and twisted as I am. We are definitely a match, and love what we do together.
I still have many delightful dreams about me and River together. He's only gotten hotter over the years. Gordon and I have a pretty open relationship with our lifestyle. We started the Demon Reavers Motorcycle club years ago making it one of the most outlaw clubs in the world. Watching the sons trying to find our bunker is hilarious. They are never going to find us!
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Role Player
Username • Brynn 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.