Sept 10, 2010 11:10:48 GMT -6
JACKSON NATHANIEL TELLER
33 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Jackson Nathaniel Teller
Nickname: Jax
Gender: male
Birthdate: March 28th
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Part Owner of Teller-Morrow Auto Shop
Grade: Graduated years ago
Age: 33
Motorcycle Club: Redwood Original------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+Girls
+My sons
+My club
+My siblings
+Gemma
+Riding My Harley
Hate it?
-when someone I love is in trouble
-Clay for betraying the club and his family
-the direction the club has gone
-Gun Running
-Drugs
-Tara leaving me and our sons
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+My family
+My club
+My father founded the Sons of Anarchy, and I will uphold his name.
-My sons
-My siblings
-My club
Fears?!
- Losing my sons
- Something happening to the club
- Not living up to John Teller's image.
Full Personality:I'm loyal to the Sons, and to my family. I would do anything for them. Even putting myself on the line. I'm a paradox on two wheels - intelligent, sensitive, and reflective - yet quick-tempered and dangerously reactive. Most of the time I live life on the edge. I don't back down from shit. What you see is what you get with me. Though I can be pretty cunning to get my way.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Charlie Hunnam
Eyes: blue eyes
Skin: tanned white skin
Hair: Blonde
Scars/Marking: Numerous tattoos, Sons of Anarchy emblem on my back, and Abel on my chest.
Build: Muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Gemma Teller Morrow (flown the coop)
Father: John Thomas Teller (deceased)
Siblings: Clay Junior "CJ" Morrow @jock Rade Morrow @raven Thomas Teller (deceased)
Spouse:
Ex-Wives: Wendy Case and Tara Knowles
Children: Abel and Thomas
Other: Step-father: Clay Morrow (deceased)
History:I is the son of Gemma and John Teller. I was born in 1978, and and was raised in Charming, California. My mother divorced my father John and married Clay Morrow, now the President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. I live with a genetic heart disorder ("the family flaw" as Gemma calls it) that my brother Thomas "Tommy" Teller died from at the age of 6. I am of partial Irish and Russian Jewish descent on my mother's side. I carry a KA-BAR USMC fighting knife on my waistband.
I am now the President of the Son's of Anarchy and I am part owner at the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop. With Clay gone and Gemma not around I bought her out of her share of the Auto Shop. I put it in CJ, Jock, Rade, and Raven's name. It's only fair since our own father's started it together. I just didn't tell them, but they have a share of the proceeds go to them. None of them have noticed yet. After mom stealing the money out of Raven's and Rade's accounts I made sure John Jacob got it fixed into their accounts he started up for them. He also made sure that mom couldn't get any more money from any of us.
I have served time in prison for smuggling and gun-running, my last arrest was in 2003. I married Wendy Case, but filed for divorce because of her drug habit. After Wendy got clean, we reconciled and conceived a son, Abel; I left her while she was pregnant because I wasn't ready to be a father. Wendy started using again and Abel was born a crank baby with the family flaw.
Having recently discovered several of my father's old journals and an old manuscript titled The Life and Death of Sam Crow: How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way, which collectively lay out the original manifesto for SAMCRO, I find myself doubting the club's direction, causing friction between myself and my stepfather Clay, and spreading doubt amongst the other members. Another member of SAMCRO, Opie Winston, has been my best friend since childhood.
My son Abel was born with the same genetic heart disorder that I was. Along with other complications from his mother being on Crank. I chose to deny that my son might live, and I avoided the hospital. After my son survived the surgeries, I found my hope again, and started to visit my son regularly. The name of my son, Abel, is tattooed on my chest. I referred to the incubator as the toaster in which my son was in.
Over time Abel was finally able to come home into my world of chaos. I adores my son now, and couldn't imagine life without him. My ex Wendy is now out of the picture. In a pivotal point in my life, I asked Tara to move in with me, and she agreed. I also put Bobby in charge of Cara Cara for him so as not to anger Tara with his time spent there. Tara and I had another son we named Thomas. He wasn't born with the family flaw. Abel is now two years old and Abel about eight months. I was in prison when Abel was born which Tara wasn't happy about. Luckily I'm out now, and we got married with mainly just the guys there. Mom wasn't happy she found out after the fact. Oh well. My siblings were there too.
Well shit it the fan. Clay turned his back on the club and his family. Long story short he met Mr Mayhem the final result. That's all I'm saying on that matter. Mom disappeared, flew the coop, after that. Haven't seen her since or heard from her. Just her stealing the twins money from their bank accounts. Her name is no longer on their accounts and all our bank accounts are overseen by the Astor law firm now so that nothing like that happens again.
Tara. Well she had enough after the last lockdown and mayhem that went on. She left me and the boys. She wanted a fresh start on her own away from Charming. Away from me, Abel and her own blood son Thomas. Well good riddance is what I say. I had Blaine draw up papers that signed away her rights to Thomas. I am his legal parent only. I still can't believe she signed them.
Now I am busying myself with the club setting it right the way my father wanted. With Piney's copy of my father's manuscript I made copies of it and gave it to all of the Redwood Original members to read. I wanted a life for my sons and myself. Not one that I could be taken away from them at a moment's notice. So I'm getting out of the illegal business which the guys agree on. Much to my relief. It wasn't easy to get out of the gun running, but we managed it with the help of the Astor law firm and Blaine. We have Cara Cara and the Auto shop that the guys all work in. We have it on the table about opening up a few more legit business.------------------------------------------------------------------
RP Sample:Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.
He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.
He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.
“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.
Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.------------------------------------------------------------------
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