Jun 29, 2022 7:43:33 GMT -6
DANTE WILLIAM BAXTER
21 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------Name: Full name please
Name: Dante William Baxter
Nickname:
Gender: male
Birthdate: January 19
Orientation: straight
Occupation:
Grade:
Age: 21
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+My family
+Riding my Harley
+Wearing my Kutte
+Being a Son of Anarchy
+Girls
+Adult Films
Hate it?
-Being laid up
-When your girl cheats on you
-Running instead of standing and fighting
-Snoddy
-getting caught
-my parents pissed at me
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my family
+my friends
+my club
-my family
-girls
Fears?!
- Being rolled up in a blanket unable to move.
- Enclosed spaces
- Water you can't see the bottom
Full Personality:I'm the quiet shy type. My older brothers usually do most of the talking anyhow. Or my sisters. I'm laid back and don't rile easily. I love to help people and volunteered back in Kansas. When my brothers weren't around I would get picked on. I can usually stand up for myself but there were a couple of times that my brothers had to show up saving my ass. Though there were some that they didn't.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Casey Cott
Eyes: Green
Skin: White
Hair: Black
Scars/Marking: few scars from mishaps as a kid, and a few tattoos
Build: average------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: @marisol
Father: Smokey Baxter
Siblings: @gunner, @easton, Stella Rue Baxter, Celestial Baxter, and @remington
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: None
History:Mom says I was a quiet baby. The easiest of her babies. As I grew older I was advanced as a child except for speaking. Mom and dad even took me to speech therapists trying to find out what was wrong. They couldn't find anything wrong with me physically. I was just fine. They said I'd start speaking when I was ready to. I was three, before I walked up to my mom when my older brothers were outside with my dad. "Mommy I'm hungry." Were my first words that I was able to get in without my older brothers talking over me. My mom dropped the cup of coffee she had just gotten and the cup had shattered everywhere. She scooped me up in her arms and was crying as she ran outside where my father was with my brothers to tell him.
Though it was a few more weeks, before my dad heard me say anything. I was just quiet and let my older brothers do all the talking. Then my sister Stella whose a year younger than me just started answering for me when others would ask a question. In grade school it got me into trouble, but that just made me afraid to talk. I was picked on as well cause I really didn't talk much. My older brothers and even Stella got into a few fights protecting me. I was usually coming home with a split lip or black eye before my brothers or Stella got there to help me.
Junior high was even worse and high school. Well if I stayed with our group I was fine. I talked a little more than when I was younger, but I usually didn't have anything to say so I kept quiet. Probably why I couldn't keep a girl either. My brothers said I was a lost cause when it came to girls. I was eighteen before I lost my virginity to a stripper that was a sweetbutt as well. I found out later it was because my brothers paid her to do so. They'd done lost theirs by the time they were fifteen. Some thought I was gay, but I wasn't. Some guys dared me to go into a gay club when I was seventeen. I didn't have a choice if I wanted to keep face. Worst experience of my life. One of the gay guys pushed me into the hallway and kissed me. I threw up all over him. It was gross! Let me tell you gay guys do know how to hit, and I got the shit beat out of me for that one. Somehow my brothers and our friends found out what was going on, and I really don't remember much. I totally passed out when Gunnar appeared over me. I heard they took care of the guy who got me. I never checked for sure.
I got excellent grades in school though. Had a 4.0 all the way through high school. I was smart and liked school. I was asked to be Valedictorian and wasn't for sure about it. I finally did and shocked everyone with my memorized speech. It wasn't that long, but it was a memorable one. It's probably the longest I've talked and probably ever will. My dad hugged me afterwards and let a few tears go telling me how proud he was of me.
I spent a lot of time during high school volunteering like at the soup kitchen and other places helping people in need. I enjoyed meeting the people and hearing their stories. I even wrangled my brothers into helping a few times when they needed more help.
Snoddy almost didn't let me prospect, but I started doing prospect duties anyhow. When he saw I was useful he gave in, and voted me in as a prospect. I didn't give them any trouble and was the perfect prospect. A year later I was voted in as a son. I love my kutte I was given and make sure it's kept clean and in good shape. No ones ever taking it from me either. I will put up a helluva fight if someone even tries.
Shit hit the fan a few months ago. Dad came home collapsing having been shot. We went into hiding. My brothers and I wanted to fight, but dad said no. He took our friends into hiding as well that their dad's hadn't made it. I hated it, and wanted revenge as did the others. Needless to say we still haven't gotten revenge. Dad won't let us. We know he's just protecting us though. Life on the run and hiding sucks too. We never knew where we were going to sleep. Showers were few and far between. When Masher sent word that Stokes, Fury, Dice and Grizzly were transferring dad and him came up with a plan for us to go with them and get the hell out of Kansas. Well now were in Washington California. With a dad who is supposed to be dead and no transfer papers. The national president Jax is going to have to handle this one. Just hope it's soon.
Well it took a couple of weeks, but we were Washington Sons before we headed to Sturgis. Jax took care of Snoddy and his cronies on the way to Sturgis. All new officers were appointed. I'm not for sure what happened to Snoddy. Dad was in on that with the older guys, but he won't tell us. Hopefully he met Mr Mayhem! It's a small town here in Washington, but I like it. Get along with the other guys in the charter too. They don't seem to mind that I don't talk much.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Dante
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
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How did you find us: I made the site with Cindie and Sage
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