Sept 10, 2010 19:22:28 GMT -6
[/a][/blockquote]ALEXANDER TIG TRAGER
49 year old SON OF ANARCHY, WELCOME TO Charming CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Alexander Tig Trager
Nickname: Tig
Gender: male
Birthdate: February 19th
Orientation: The verdict is still out.
Occupation: Mechanic at Teller Morrow
Grade: I don't even remember if I graduated or not.
Age: 49
Motorcycle Club: Redwood Original------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+Women
+The club
+My Harley
+My niece
+My daughters
+Killing
Hate it?
-law enforcement
-Nothing going on
-Being bored
-Not seeing my daughter's that often
-Being Alone
-Dolls!
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+Being a hard ass
+My family
+Being a Son
-My family
-losing to the bad men
-Dolls
Fears?!
- Scared of dolls
- Something happening to one of the club on My watch.
- Losing one of my girls or Angel
Full Personality:I can come across as being a hard ass, and a smart ass. I'm not intimidated by anyone, and usually do the intimidating myself. I can be cold as ice when the need arises. It's almost like I don't have a heart. Though to those I really care about they catch glimpses or the full on warmth of my heart toward them.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Kim Coates
Eyes: blue eyes
Skin: tanned white skin
Hair: Black
Scars/Marking: Sons of Anarchy insignia on my back and numerous others
Build: Built like a Refrigerator------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Rose Trager (deceased)
Father: Alex Trager (deceased)
Siblings: Rose Trager (deceased)
Spouse: None
Ex-Wife: Coleen Trager
Children: Fawn and Dawn
Other: Niece Angel Trager
History:SAMCRO's Sergeant at Arms. I'm built like a refrigerator. Cold as one too. Fears nothing, and loves to hurt things. I'm Clay's confidant and bodyguard. I'm a native of Charming and I've served time in prison. I'm a former US Marine. My “day job” is working as a mechanic at the Teller-Morrow auto shop, and I'm often used by the gang to carry out killings. I have two daughters that I see a couple of times each year whose names are Dawn and Fawn. I suffer from pediophobia, a fear of dolls. Which I keep to myself. Only my mom and sister knew. I think Angel knows too.
I'm known as the clubs most violent member. It's an understatement that I'm fond of women, and is a mechanic in both meanings of the word. I'm extremely loyal to Clay and Gemma as well as the sons. I have a strained love/hate relationship with Vice-President, Jax, arising from my use of violence in situations which may not call for it. My often callous demeanor hides a person with unlikely sensitivity and strong loyalty.
Lately watching the others with their kids has bothered me. Realizing finally that I missed my own daughters. Coming to my senses I'm thinking about asking to spend more time with them. Which will probably go over well with my ex-wife.
Both of my parents have died. My sister was murdered about a year ago. Revenge they say is a dessert best served cold. Yeah I got my revenge. She left her daughter Angel in my care. I wasn't too happy when she started messing with pretty boy. She was happy though so I just kept watch on them. If he hurt her then I would kill him. Or if his eyes strayed, but they never have.
a new charter was started up by Logan's New York charter president about a couple of hours away. To a little town my little sister rose loved to visit. Our family used to go there every summer when we were growing up. Rose took Angel after she was born up till she died. I even went on a few of the trips along with my mother when she was alive. Washington, California.
The sheriff and I know each other pretty well. His whole family knows mine. Everyone loved Rose and hated me. which is fine with me. angel's moved up there with him. Unfortunately since he's in my care through the state she has to finish school since she skipped last year. At least go till she's eighteen. The Morrow twins ae in the same boat. The Astors are having a new school built for them though so I think there actually looking forward to going back to school. Which is definitely something new. According to the state I have to live at the same place as her while she's underage. So until October 31st I will be living at the clubhouse aka hotel in Washington, California.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Viper
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
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