Sept 12, 2013 17:15:30 GMT -6
HARLEY DEVIN JAMES
PUT AGE year old SONS OF ANARCHY JR CLUB, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Harley Devin James
Nickname: Dev
Gender: female
Birthdate: June 6th
Orientation: straight
Occupation: Harley Davidson artist for bikes
Grade: graduated
Age: 27
Motorcycle Club: Washington Charter old lady------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+creating things
+Guys
+Bikes
+Riding my harley
+family
+parties
Hate it?
-Men who don’t take no for an answer.
-Male Chauvinistic Pigs
-anyone who doesn’t take care of their bike
-Drawings scratched on bikes
-garlic I can't stand the smell or taste
-people who just put their time in and don’t actually work
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+Talent
+brains
+family
-talent
-family
-my bike
Fears?!
- messing up a paint job
- losing one of my family
- never finding love
Full Personality:I’m usually quiet and mild mannered. I stay in the background trying not to draw attention to myself. My father would love for me to present my own designs, but I don’t want to bask in that glory. I love doing what I do, and I hardly ever have anyone criticize my work. If they do then I take it in stride and learn from it.
If you hurt one of my family though you’ll see a whole different side of me. I have never backed down from a fight nor will I ever. If I want to speak my peace then I will do so especially when provoked. My father says I am too modest with my work. As for how I dress is another story. I’ve turned more than one head, but not the one I’m waiting on. I don’t care what anyone thinks though. I am the way I am.------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Megan Fox
Eyes: hazel
Skin: white
Hair: black
Scars/Marking: a few tattoos I designed myself
Build: Curvy------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: May James
Father: Tyler James
Siblings: Houston and Hunter
Spouse: None
Children: None
Other: None
History:I was supposed to be born a boy. Unfortunately for my parents who dearly wanted a boy got a girl. They went ahead and used the boy name they had ready for me anyhow. Which is how I became Harley Devin James. I actually love my name so it all turned out good. Seven years after I was born my parents got their boy, and another a couple of years later. The bad news is my mother died giving birth to my youngest brother. I was only nine at the time. I grew up a tomboy which my mother didn’t mind, and after she died it was easier for my father. I learned at a young age how to change diapers and not get a shower either every time.
My father owns the Harley Davidson dealership in Stockton California. We detail the bikes for the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Even chapters from across the US have come to us to have their bikes detailed. I do most of the painting on the bikes. I draw up the designs, and my father presents them. I’d rather stay in the background just doing the designs. Nobody touches my Harley either. I do all the maintenance on it myself. Most of the time on my father’s and younger brother’s bikes as well.
I graduated from Stockton High school ten years ago, and went on to Berkley studying Graphic Design. It was in my blood, and I love doing it. I still live at home with my father and younger brothers, but somebody has to take care of them. No I never learned to cook or run a household either. I guess if I ever find the right man he’ll love me no matter what. My brothers call me the take-out queen since that’s what we’ve grown up on. I haven’t had to look up a number for a fast food place since I was ten.------------------------------------------------------------------
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: Harley
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
Any other characters: See who plays who
