Apr 28, 2021 22:48:35 GMT -6
CRISPIN MONTGOMERY MORETTI
36 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Crispin Montgomery Moretti
Nickname: Cris, Crispy to my sister and now my niece
Gender: male
Birthdate: October 7th
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Mechanic
Grade: Graduated
Age: 36
Motorcycle Club: Washington Club------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+The club
+My family
+Feeling the roar of thunder between my legs
+Girls, Girls, Girls
+Riding free
+The life
Hate it?
-The person who let me take a fall for them.
-Being locked up.
-Not being able to see my family and friends often
-Not being able to ride
-Spiders
-Caterpillars
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+The life
+My family
+The club
-The life
-My family
-girls
Fears?!
- Being locked up forever
- li]Losing any of my family. Losing my parent, my sister in law and nephew was more than enough.
- Caterpillars thanks to Python
Full Personality:I'm a pretty outgoing guy. I Don't let much bother me. I'm loyal as well probably too loyal to some friends. Especially when they stab me in the back. I like to joke around like the next guy, but know when to be serious as well.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Jesse Metcalfe
Eyes: Green
Skin: white
Hair: Black
Scars/Marking: Few tattoos
Build: Muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Isadora Moretti (deceased)
Father: Ambrose Moretti (deceased)
Siblings: Woody Moretti Python Moretti Gwendolyn Elizabeth Moretti
Spouse:
Children:
Other: Sister in Laws: Sarah (deceased) Elaine Moretti Nephews Rocko Moretti Mason Moretti Sampson (deceased) Niece: Jacqueline
History:I was born into chaos. My older brothers were like twelve and thirteen when I was born, and they were loud through their teenage years. My sister Gwen was two years older than me, and when she screamed you wanted to cover your ears. I grew up getting rides on my brothers bikes with them, and my dad. I love riding a bike. It's definitely in my blood.
When I was about four and Python was probably around sixteen he had to collect caterpillars for a project. Unfortunately those caterpillars got out and I woke up with them crawling all over me. A couple of them ended up being those ones that bite and leave a pretty big sore on you. I hurt for days and felt like they were crawling all over me still.
When I was sixteen my parents died. Gwen was already a legal adult at eighteen and heading off to college at NYU where she was on scholarship having earned it. I was tossed back and forth between my older brothers till I graduated and started prospecting for the Son's of Anarchy at the age of eighteen. I pretty much lived at the clubhouse then.
I loved my family and took my nephews for rides on my bike when they were little just like my brothers and dad had done for me. I loved spending time with them. I just wish Sampson was still here with us to give him a ride as well. That had been a tough time for all of our family when he was killed.
A few months ago I got into trouble with the law. I was actually set up by another club member who didn't like my brothers or me. He'd stolen some electronics and I got caught with it. Even the Astors couldn't get me out of that one. They tried as well, but nope. I did three months time out of my six month sentence getting out early for good behavior. There were other sons in there that had my back so I didn't get jumped. Thank god cause it came close a couple of times.
My brothers stopped coming to see me a couple of weeks before I got out, and I had no idea why. Boy was I surprised when John Jacob Astor picked me up and told me what my older brothers were up to. They'd started a new charter out in California in a little town called Washington. He and his brothers were heading to California yet that day, and he asked me if I wanted to tag along. Hell yeah I did. I wanted to be where my family was not stuck here in New York without them. Steel MacKenzie filled me in a little more while I was packing my stuff up at the clubhouse. It wasn't much since I tired not to accumulate things in the tiny room I had there.
I said my goodbyes to the club and their extended families in New York and I'm on a jet now headed for Washington California with the Astors to surprise my brothers. The ride to the airport hadn't been long and I was itching to ride more. Hopefully it was a bit of a ride to where my brothers were cause I was more tan ready for it.
I really surprised my brothers meeting up with Python in Nevada City and rode with them to Washington. I had talked to Woody shortly before I left New York, but he didn't know I was out or on the way there so I surprised him too. Gwen is the one who surprised me by being there along with a five year old daughter I never knew she had. Who she also told her nickname to me who let the whole club know it. Much to my dismay. I loved the little town of Washington. It was becoming home almost over night, but then it was where my family was.
I'm thirty six years old and I'm still left behind when my brothers let guys younger tha me go on jobs with them. Just cause I'm their baby brother. I'm sure the guys understand their reasoning, but its still embarrassing. After shit went down one day I took off and ended up turning over my bike when I came around a curve and there were deer out in the road. Unfortunately woody was right behind me chasing me down. I had it out with him right then and there. Telling him how I felt. It felt good getting it off of my chest and I felt good after that talk. When they did finally let me go everyone that went was taken down on their bikes. Some were hurt and were air lifted to the hospital in Nevada City. Woody was one of them. There all fine now thank god. My brothers are slowly letting me more into that part of the life.------------------------------------------------------------------
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.------------------------------------------------------------------
Username: Cris
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How long have you RP'd: 10 years plus
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