Jan 3, 2023 2:48:04 GMT -6
SATORI SYN VANDERSON
34 year old FAMILY MEMBER OF THE CLUB, WELCOME TO Charming CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Satori Syn Vanderson
Nickname: Tori
Gender: female
Birthdate: August 30th
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Teacher
Grade: graduated
Age: 34
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter Family member------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+Criminal Justice
+using my degree in criminal justice
+teaching
+riding my harley
+spending time with my friends
+my family
Hate it?
-being idle for too long
-losing touch with friends and family
-not feeling free
-Not being able to see the stars
-Losing my father years ago
-not being able to bend the rules
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+friends
+family
+the club life
-friends
-family
-the life
Fears?!
- that life will turn into one of those horror movies
- being a shell of myself
- another phone call saying someone I love has died.
Full Personality:I live to teach and shape young minds. Criminal Justice is a passion for me. Even with my father having been an outlaw biker. I don't take no shit from my students. I can be a bullshitter when the time is right, but not when I'm up in front of a class full of kids and trying to teach them something from my heart. I have more than loyal friends who I am loyal right back to and love. Without them I wouldn't have gotten through my father dying.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Torrey Devitto
Eyes: dark brown
Skin: white
Hair: dark brown
Scars/Marking: none
Build: curvy------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Carol confers Vanderson
Father: Brand vanderson (deceased)
Siblings: Younger brother and a younger sister
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: Uncles: William Waldorf Astor Grain Aunts: Coral and Camilla
History:I was born to two parents who were as different as night and day. They hadn't met till after my aunt had married the president of the Son's of Satan motorcycle club. My uncle Grain. My dad Brand was one of the officers of the sons of Satan too and my uncle Grain had introduced them. Talk about oil and water. They loved to fight which made them love one another all the more, and the making up could be heard well into the hours of the night. They loved each other and hated one another. I really didn't understand it. I was about two when my brother was born and a year later my sister.
My brother went into the club life when he turned eighteen prospecting to the Son's of Satan. He's worked himself up to an enforcer of the club. My sister is married to another Son of Satan. Me well I have never married. Sure I've dated and had flings, but nothing ever serious. I was accepted into the criminal justice program at Yale. I graduated from there with top honors. I went on to teach the subject at different colleges around the country. I met my friends of a lifetime back at Yale. Yes I joined a sorority and totally immersed myself in the experience. I'll never regret any of it. I live with three of my sorority sisters and we all teach at Caltech.
Though we have all accepted jobs at a new school being built in Washington California. Hell the pay is something you can't turn down, and none of us have every helped open a school before. So we're moving to Washington California. I wasn't impressed used to big city life, but it was growing on me. So was the hottie deputy sheriff that had caught my eye.
Shortly after I graduated I got a call in middle of the night from my mother who was sobbing. I totally wanted to never remember that call. The ringing waking me from a deep sleep. Only to hear the words your father has died. That had shattered something inside of me. Something that has never fully healed. Mom has gone on, but she's not the same mother I grew up with. My aunts and my sister are there for her, but I can't be there. I was daddy's little girl and nothing was quite right after that. he's the one who encouraged me to follow my dreams and what I believed in. I still can't believe he is gone.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Satori
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: ten years plus
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