Jun 26, 2021 18:35:07 GMT -6
CAIN ANDREW FORRESTER JR
23 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Cain Andrew Forrester Jr
Nickname: CJ, Jr
Gender: male
Birthdate: June 30th
Orientation: straight
Occupation: Full time babysitter
Grade:
Age: 23
Motorcycle Club: Washington------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+my family
+the club life
+modeling
+girls
+my Harley
+sex
Hate it?
-when someone messes with my family
-seeing one of my family hurt or one of my friends
-male chauvinistic pigs
-anyone who hurts a woman or a child
-when a gay guy comes on to me
-being cheated on
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my family
+my club
+my looks
-my family
-my club
-girls
Fears?!
- Losing one of my family
- The sound of a bullet whizzing by your ear
- gunfire raining down
Full Personality:I like to take charge of stuff. I don't mind taking care of the younger kids cause I love them all. I'm organized, but not to the point of obsession. I take things in stride as well------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-Kellan Lutz
Eyes: blue
Skin: white
Hair: sandy brown
Scars/Marking: a few tatts
Build: muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Terra Sanders (deceased)
Father: Cain Forrester
Siblings: Brock Forrester Collette Julianna Forrester Kyle Forrester Scott Forrester Sean Forrester Simon Forrester Shane
Spouse: none
Children: none
Other: Girlfriend: Valentina Diaz
History:I was first born to the president of the 69er's motorcycle club. I was named after my father as well. I don't remember much of my mother. I do know dad caught her in bed with another 69'er and that didn't turn out well. I was only four at the time though. A year later my dad married Phoebe who was the only mother I ever really knew. I loved her. She was the sweetest woman you could imagine. She's the one who encouraged me to start modeling when I was twelve. I was sixteen though when she died having my baby brother. All of us were at a loss when she died.
I went to school in New York. Well more Brooklyn which is a borough of New York. I loved living there. Getting to go to Coney Island growing up was the best thing ever. Mom took us whenever she could. Which was really quite often. Dad never got to go much cause he was usually busy with the club. The Aquarium a favorite of mine as well. They weren't far from my high school either. So it was easy to sneak out and head there for a day of truancy.
I started modeling when I was twelve at the encouragement of my stepmother Phoebe. She'd get a babysitter for the younger boys and take me and stay for the whole thing. She was my rock, and I almost quit modeling when she died, but my father talked me into staying with it in honor of her. Every penny I ever made went into my savings account alongside my trust fund.
I prospected into the 69er's when I turned eighteen. It wasn't that much fun, but I made it through. Patched in when I turned nineteen. For four years I was a 69'er till it was all ruined. Dad's talked to the Sons of Anarchy who we might be joining. Of course I'd be prospecting again, but I don't mind.
Things went to hell pretty fast. Our house exploding, Dad shot and a bullet whizzing by my head that barely missed me as I was knocking my baby brother down to the ground along with trying to get the others down. Next day we were on a jet heading to California into witness protection. I hate leaving New York, but as long as I'm with my family and my extended family the Creeds and the Knights I don't mind. Though I guess my modeling career is going to be over now. That one is bittersweet though.
Well things definitely changed after moving here. A sister I didn't remember at all came back into our life. She's pretty cool and fits right in with us. Though after she told us about her life and showed us pictures we realized she grew up with us till she was about six. Our nanny would take us to Coney Island. Our mom would meet up with her and Julianne who she was best friends with. It really sucks that we'd forgotten about her, but dad and the other dads never talked about her at all.
I met the girl of my dreams too when she moved here. I did get to text her some before she was here. Unfortunately her sister had given me a number through my brother Kyle and I called waking her dad up. That is something I really want to forget. We had fun at Sturgis and I really don't know what the future holds, but I bet it will be amazing with her.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: CJ
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: 10 years plus
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How did you find us: I made the site with Cindie!
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