Aug 7, 2021 15:34:11 GMT -6
ZEKE GRAYSON SHEPHARD
39 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO Charming CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Zeke Grayson Shepard
Nickname: Shepard
Gender: male
Birthdate: February 24th
Orientation: Straight
occupation: Rancher
Grade:
Age: 39
Motorcycle Club: Washington Club------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+My kids Grayson and Cindie
+Being a Son of Anarchy
+Living the life of a country boy and a biker
+Singing country songs
+Riding my harley
+My best friend Cord and his family
Hate it?
-That some bastard hurt my daughter
-The bastard who hurt my daughter
-That the act was blamed on Con who was innocent
-That Cord moved half way across the country
-When someone messes with my kids.
-Not being able to ride my bike or my horse
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my kids
+my club
+my friends
-my kids
-my club
-a girl with legs that go on forever
Fears?!
- Losing one of my kids
- Dying and leaving my kids alone
- pigs I hate them
Full Personality:I'm a party guy. Get a few drinks in me and I'm the life of the party I love letting it lose. Though if you mess with my kids or one of my friends be prepared for a world of hurt cause I'll make sure you are. I enjoy singing too, and was told I should have done it professionally. I married barely out of high school though marrying my high school sweetheart and would do it all over again!------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-Billy Ray Cyrus
Eyes: Grey
Skin: white
Hair: dark brown
Scars/Marking: quite a few tattoos
Build: muscular------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Patience McBride (deceased)
Father: Grayson Shepard (deceased)
Siblings: none
Spouse: Martina Compton Shepard (deceased)
Children: Grayson Shepard Cindie Shepard
Other: Brother in laws Bobby Joe Compton and Billy Ray Compton Sister in Law's Tegan Compton @colby Nephew Trigger and niece Ember
History:I was born and raised in Watonga, Oklahoma. My parents were true country, and raised me that way. Barn dance about every Saturday night and a few barn raisings. Now those were fun. I grew up singing with my parents, and could play the guitar by the time I was seven without missing a chord thanks to my mom. Those were the good old days.
I went out for sports in high school. It was on the way home from an away game that my parents were killed in a car wreck. I was left in the custody of my parent's best friends. Which their son Cord was my best friend. Life seemed meaningless there for awhile till the Compton's moved into the area from Texas. I lost my heart and my virginity soon after to their eldest daughter Martina. She became best friends with Cord's girl too so we were all four always together.
Cord and I prospected the sons together back in the day. Had the time of our lives. Then we married and had our kids. Shortly after he lost his wife I lost mine as well. Martina had went in for a simple procedure to be done at the hospital and didn't live through it. I about lost meaning in life again, but my kids pulled me out of it. Life had to go on. Her parents were killed shortly after that in a shooting at some store. So I've been helping her brothers Bobby Joe and Billy Ray out along with their baby sister Tegan. She was one of those surprise babies so came along awhile after the boys. Both of the boys became sons as well.
A few months ago my daughter Cindie was raped and it was framed on my best friend Cord's son Con. I knew there was no way that he had done it even though he was found there in the bed with her. I fought the system long and hard to get him out of it. Cindie was in a coma for months finally coming out of it and told the truth. Now Con isn't a wanted man anymore. They could come back home now, but they've already made a new life for themselves out in Washington, California. So I rounded up our boys and were on our way there transferring charters if they'll accept us. Life just isn't the same without them around. Especially Axl pulling my brother in laws and Brantley Moore into trouble with them.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Zeke
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 and Sage
Any other characters: See Who Plays Who
