May 23, 2021 12:23:04 GMT -6
LYNN MALEC GREY
24 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Lynn Malec Grey
Nickname:
Gender: male
Birthdate: July 1st
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Works at Anarchy Bar
Grade: Graduated
Age: 24
Motorcycle Club:------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+My family
+My club
+Riding my Harley
+Girls
+Sex
+Partying
Hate it?
-When some guy hurts a girl
-Fighting with my brothers
-Hearing someone bad talking someone
-Running
-Reading
-Fish
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+My family
+My club
+My family
-My family
-My club
-Girls
Fears?!
- Dropping my bike
- Losing one of my family
- Getting shot
Full Personality:I get along with most people. I can be caring and wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a protector or try to be. I'm very loyal as well. Sometimes though I don't think before I leap into things which usually get's me into trouble. People say I'm gullible and I probably am. I just let it go. Things do go right over my head.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Zac Efron
Eyes: blue
Skin: white
Hair: brown
Scars/Marking: soa tattoos and a few others
Build: muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Marcia Rachel Grey
Father: Blaze Grey
Siblings: Brothers: Noah and Cody
Spouse: none
Children: none
Other: Uncles Micah Allen Shane Madog Shane @kirby Aunt Harper Linn Sinclair Cousins: Nathan, Matt, Carter, Theo, and Tanner
History:I was born before my parents got married. Doesn't matter cause they were definitely in love. They got married shortly after I was born. The first time my dad saw my mom she was dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly where she worked. He said it was love at first sight. It wasn't long after that I was conceived. My parents aren't shy about their love either, and are usually dragging one another off. I love how their love is epic. Well at least to me it is.
I knew from a young age my mom loved us with all of her being. God forbid anyone hurt any of us. She'd tear their balls off. She was protective of all kids, but with my brothers and I it was even worse. I've seen it take my dad and my uncles to pull her off of someone before.
I grew up with the club life with my dad, my uncles and my grandpa all being son's of anarchy. My gramps may not been one of the first nine, but he was close as he was the eleventh member. He was friends with John Teller and Piney Winston the founders having fought with them in whatever war it was. He and Sloan Fox came back home to Reno and started the Reno Charter of Son's of Anarchy. Which I'm pretty proud of that fact.
I wasn't too smart in school, but I got by. I hated going to school. At least I could read and write. Mom likes to ask me where my common sense is too and rolls her eyes. Quite haven't figured that one out yet though. I just shrug it off. Sometimes I do shit without thinking it through first. I like to be spontaneous, and this often get's me into trouble that my gramps, dad, uncles, mom, brothers, and cousins usually have to pull me out of. Oh well at least I usually had fun at first.
I prospected when I turned eighteen. Was a son a year later. I was a daredevil on my bike as well. Growing up riding a dirt bike I used to do all kinds of tricks. Even broke my arms a few times and a couple of times on of my legs. Didn't matter I was right back doing them. Though on my Harley I'm a little more careful with it. My gramps told me that when I was riding on the streets I better keep both of my eyes open and think straight.
Around when I was nineteen shortly after becoming a son some guy was trying to mess with my Aunt Harper. She was walking away, and he grabbed her pushing her back into the wall holding his body against hers. I didn't think I reacted hitting him away from her. I was in a world of pain when I came too. The guy was on the ground now that had gotten the best of me and my mom was being held back while my dad and uncles were pounding on the guy. Aunt Harper was kneeling above me crying holding my head in her lap. It wasn't the first time I gotten beat up and wouldn't be the last. Usually it didn't happen that bad, but at least I had gotten a couple of hits in on the guy.
Also you don't mess with my little brothers Noah and Cody. We all three get along pretty good, but maybe it's cause our parents love us all unconditionally and don't pick favorites. We may argue about something petty once in awhile, but there's never been actual fighting between us. I love my brothers, and I don't care who knows that.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Lynn
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: A long time
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How did you find us: Made the Site with Cindie and Sage
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