May 9, 2021 16:51:27 GMT -6
CLYDE ALEXANDER HOPPER
50 year old Son of Anarchy, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Clyde Alexander Hopper
Nickname: None really
Gender: male
Birthdate: June 18th
Orientation: straight
occupation: Explosives expert
Grade: In the School of Hard Knox now
Age: 50
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+My wife Taylor
+My kids, Alex, Gracelynn, Maggie and Nevaeh
+My club
+Riding my Harley
+Riding my wife
+The open road ahead of me with my club and the rolling thunder.
Hate it?
-When one of my kids is sick or hurt
-Another guy checking out my wife
-Losing my best friend who was Cain's brother
-that my kids aren't so little anymore
-Cold weather that makes my leg hurt
-Spending a night away from my wife
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my wife
+my kids
+my club
-my wife
-my club
Fears?!
- Losing one of my kids
- Losing my wife
- That life will change in the wrong way.
Full Personality:I'm a pretty easy going guy till you piss me off. Or you look at my wife for too long. Or ogle my daughters. Then you better watch out cause I will knock your block off! I love the freedom of riding and being in the club. It gives me a sense of pride to have my brother's backs and they have mine. I'm the guy who goes in with guns blaring even though I have a lot to live for. Since that day that blew up my life I'm fearless when it comes to my dynamite.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Tim McGraw
Eyes: dark brown
Skin: white
Hair: dark brown
Scars/Marking: SOA tattoos
Build: muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Eustacia Brown (deceased)
Father: Marcus Hopper (deceased)
Siblings: None
Spouse: Taylor Hopper
Children: Alex Hopper "Hopper" Gracelynn Taylor Hopper Maggie Hopper Nevaeh Hopper
Other:
History:I guess you could say I was born into the lap of luxury. My parents both came from old money. I didn't let it bother me though. I did talk my parents out of sending me to some damn private schools though, and went to the , middle school, and grade school that the other sons went to. Though I did go to the private high school after my best friend Clyde Forrester. I didn't take the money for granted though when I saw how some of my friends lived. I even got my parents to make anonymous help to some of them. I guess you could say I was spoiled being an only child, but I shared my wealth when I could.
I met my wife Taylor through the Astor boys. John Jacob was a friend of mine growing up. Even though he went to private school. Our mothers had been friends. Well he was dating his high school sweetheart Elizbeth, and I was introduced to Taylor through her. How I hadn't ever noticed her before at the parties the Astors or my parents threw I have no idea. I was gone though with one look. Hook, Line, and sinker. I was hers. from that first moment. Since I've caught her I've cherished every moment I've had with her. From the birth of our baby boy down to our three daughters. She was another reason I transferred to private school.
I joined the Son's of Anarchy when I turned eighteen prospecting with them. I had my first Harley when I was sixteen. I love the life. At first my parents weren't too happy, but after meeting some of the guys and them coming by the clubhouse they'd learn to accept it, but then I usually got what I wanted. They loved that I had married into other money though. That I didn't care about. I loved Taylor it was that simple. I knew my parents loved one another Unfortunately they died a few years ago. They had loved and spoiled the four children Taylor and I have. Alex, Gracelynn, Maggie, and Nevaeh.
Tayler doesn't usually have a problem with me being in the club till I come home needing patched up. She really blew up at me when I about lost my leg in an explosion a long time ago. I had barely heard her rant though as I kept seeing my best friend Clancy blow up before my eyes. I hadn't been able to go to the funeral, but it was probably a good thing finding out Clancy's brother blamed me for Clancy's death. His brother was the president of the 69'ers now. I blamed myself too for not watching closer when he was hooking the wires up.
Well the winters are getting bad on my leg. I'm in more pain now when it's cold out then before. So we finally made the decision to move to Florida. We made the decision to let our eldest who was twenty one stay in New York since he was part of the club, and there wasn't a club down where we were moving. In the meantime our pres. was deciding to start a new chapter in Washington California so I was sending my son there to stay under Woody's presidency knowing he'd do better there with him and his boys.
My son Alex though is a hothead and doesn't listen usually having his head in the clouds. He found out his friends Mason and Logan weren't coming back and Woody was leaving. With us leaving as well it was a double whammy for my son who did something stupid as usual. He walked right into the 69'ers clubhouse and got kicked out, the shit beat out of him, and pistol whipped by Cain.
So with him having infection and hallucinating in a fever we made a split second decision and headed to Washington California instead. Calling our jet to take us out to California so we could get to our son faster. I think we made the right decision as we were with friends here. We can find another place to go during the winter in California, and still be close to our son and extended family in the club. Even our daughters are happier now knowing there going to be back with the sons. What I didn't expect was my middle daughter Maggie's boy to follow us and catch up right as I was calling the jet. So needless to say he's come to California with us. Now if I could just find out who his parents are or even his last name we'd be good. It has been three years that they've been dating.
Well unfortunately I found out as I was walking into the new clubhouse in Washington who the boy was from him. I was speechless hearing he was one of Cain's sons. IN the end things worked out well there. That night was an eye-opener with the truth coming out about what really happened the night Clancy died. We had both been victims of Thane Vanderbilt's revenge against the clubs. Cain and I ended up patching things up over a heartfelt phone call with both of us breaking down.
The next day the 3 remaining 69'ers after a night of hell were in Washington to make their new home. Years of rivalry between the club had all been caused by Thane. That was coming to an end. They are now part of our club and brother's. It definitely feels right. Unfortunately shortly after they showed up my eldest daughter was running for the hills. I went after her and so did the boy who she was running from. A 69'er, Rowdy Creed's eldest boy who was in Gracelynn's class back in New York. That worked out though, and they are a couple. What is even worse was while I was gone my son dared my baby girl Nevaeh to kill Cain's son Sean. Now all I do is catch them in lip-Lock.
The summer has flown by, my son found his Shiny as he calls her too. It's changed him for the better to my surprise. His head isn't in the clouds near as much. His attention though is on her when she's around which is most of the time. She knows how to handle him too which surprises me as well. She's an excellent addition to the family.
Finding out what really happened that night all those years ago filled some of what was broken inside of me. It also healed my leg. I have a bit of a limp, but nothing like before. I can ride longer and do more things. All that time it was a bullet in my knee. Much longer they say and I would have been in a wheelchair and probably lost my leg right above the knee. Life is starting to look even brighter and I know how lucky I am. Not just in finding out, but having the love of my life and children I love. Not to mention a club I'm proud to belong to.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Clyde
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: 10 years plus
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