#charm.intro

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔  …

for  most  of  cash's  young  life  it'd  been  just  him  and  his  father.  he  never  quite  knew  what  happened  to  his  mother  or  why  she'd  been  absent  from  his  life  for  as  long  as  he  could  remember.  anytime  he  asked  his  father  he  got  a  story  and  each  time  a  story  was  told  it  was  slightly  different.  but  life  with  his  pops  was  fun,  there  weren't  many  rules  and  to  this  day  cash  would  say  he'd  learned  the  most  valuable  life  lessons  from  this  man.

common  sense,  street  smarts,  and  a  quick  wit  ran  in  the  family  but  his  father  taught  him  how  to  use  each  of  those  tools  properly.  while  school  gave  him  knowledge  on  history,  math,  how  to  read  and  write  ...  cash's  old  man  made  sure  his  son  knew  how  to  move  through  the  world  and  use  it  to  his  advantage.

before  he  hit  double  digits  in  age  cash  knew  how  to  work  on  a  car  and  drive  one.  in  fact,  out  of  everything  he'd  ever  learned  from  his  dad,  anything  to  do  with  cars  became  his  favorite  and  something  cash  expanded  on  all  on  his  own.  in  high  school  he  began  drag  racing  for  money  or  pink  slips  and  never  really  knew  a  loss.  he  was  the  popular  bad  boy  in  his  small  virginia  town  without  ever  really  being  one.

in  thinking  he  had  the  talent  to  do  so  cash  tried  to  go  pro  in  his  late  teens.  he  took  his  skills  behind  the  wheel  and  went  legit.  there  was  a  lot  of  promise  there.  cash  really  could've  been  a  superstar  and  maybe  that's  one  of  his  biggest  heartbreaks  in  life  is  that  he'll  never  get  to  see  that  dream  through.

when  he  was  19  he'd  come  home  to  trouble.  his  father  was  being  roughed  up  and  while  he  tried  to  intervene  cash  was  outnumbered  and  no  match  for  the  professional  thugs.  he  came  to  in  a  hospital  to  learn  that  his  father  hadn't  survived  the  beat  down.  all  the  family  he'd  ever  had  was  gone.  and  he'd  soon  learn  that  he  hadn't  been  meant  to  survive  either.

what  he'd  learn  was  that  his  father  owed  money  to  a  horrific  loan  shark,  and  since  he  survived  the  attack  and  could  identify  his  father's  murderers  it  meant  there  was  a  target  on  his  back.  when  no  one  was  looking  he  escaped  the  hospital  and  hasn't  looked  back  since.  his  life  has  been  lived  on  the  run  from  that  day  on.

then  understanding  that  his  father  had  been  a  grifter,  forced  to  be  the  same  at  that  point,  cash  did  what  he  had  to  do  to  survive.  he  raced  for  money,  took  jobs  as  a  wheelman  /  getaway  driver,  and  gambled  where  he  could  see  a  win.  with  no  destination  in  sight  that  life  was  the  new  normal.

on  the  road  he'd  met  an  unlikely  companion  but  one  that  innately  understood  an  aimless  journey,  and  could  also  drive  just  as  well  as  he  could.  she'd  ditched  her  life  behind  and  joined  him  for  a  high  octane,  adrenaline  fueled  lifestyle  and  much  like  his  father  cash  couldn't  imagine  moving  through  life  outside  of  their  duo.

charming  had  only  meant  to  be  a  stop  but  the  demirci  mafia  paid  well  for  his  skills.  he  won,  produced  results  for  them,  and  he  was  rewarded  for  it.  there's  a  pull  beyond  the  turkish  mafia  that  cash  is  starting  to  discover  is  what's  keeping  him  in  this  line's  drawn  war  zone  of  a  town.  a  biker  gang.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  …

i  crave  your  brotherhood!  from  a  distance  over  the  last  few  years  he's  been  living  in  charming  cash  has  kept  an  eye  on  samcro.  he's  drawn  to  the  family  feel,  the  brotherhood,  the  way  they  protect  each  other  and  try  to  live  by  a  code.  unlike  the  other  factions  in  town  like  the  mafia  and  cartel  where  it's  cutthroat.  i'd  love  for  him  to  have  a  sort  of  bond  with  a  samcro  member  that  influences  his  eventual  switch  from  the  mafia  to  prospect  and  patch  for  the  sons.

adrenaline  junkies!  anyone  who  loves  to  get  their  blood  pumping  and  heart  pounding  with  the  more  extreme  types  of  fun.  whether  it's  fast  cars,  wild  antics,  or  chasing  thrills  i'd  love  for  him  to  have  people  he  enjoys  this  escapism  with.

you  set  me  free!  this  might  be  complicated  but  someone  that  helps  free  cash  from  the  past  that's  hunting  him  down.  it  could  be  heavily  plotted  out  but  i'd  just  really  like  to  see  what  things  could  look  like  for  him  if  he  no  longer  has  to  look  over  his  shoulder  or  keep  his  head  low.

BASICS.

Full Name: Rio Manuel Delgado García

Birthday: October 31, 1989

Age: Thirty-six

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/him

Birthplace: Charming, California

Length of Time in Charming: Entire life, up until fourteen years ago; now recently returned

Occupation: Drug Producer for the cartel & cook at Riders' Rest

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

BULLETS.

Born to Nicaraguan immigrants, Rio has always been surrounded by high hopes and expectations, and he wanted nothing more than to exceed them. He worked hard throughout school and kept his head down-- well, at least in those rare moments when he could keep himself from gazing up at the stars. Early on, Rio developed a fascination with constellations and all things beyond this world. It was that fascination that paved a path forward for him.

His ultimate goal was to reach NASA as an aerospace engineer and everything he did was in relentless pursuit of that. He attended a local university, still living at home to cut costs wherever he could. He studied endlessly, receiving top marks and creating quite a name for himself. He couldn't have authored his future better if he tried...until he couldn't.

Nearing the end of his undergraduate career, Rio's entire trajectory changed, almost as though a comet had knocked into him and shoved him out of orbit. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he found himself in the thick of an armed robbery plot devised by his friends, guilty only of driving the getaway car. But in the eyes of the law, that didn't matter, and neither did the fact that he hadn't been privy to any of the details. At the end of it all, Rio was served fifteen years at twenty-two years old, right along with everyone else involved.

Rio served fourteen out of his fifteen year sentence. During that time, he caught the eye of the cartel and was initially recruited as a drug smuggler on the inside, but it was his background in chemistry that really piqued the cartel's interest. With his knowledge, they could enhance their product and sweep competitors off the map. Released a year early on parole, Rio returned to Charming in January 2026 as the cartel's newest drug producer.

In order to satisfy both his parole officer and his conditions for early release, he works as a cook at Riders' Rest- it's income he can put on paper, nothing more.

Fresh out of prison, he's trying hard to settle back into some semblance of normalcy and to reestablish old relationships while fostering new ones, but the balancing act isn't as easy as he hoped it'd be.

CONNECTIONS.

When I see you again: Having grown up in Charming, Rio was forced to leave so many connections behind when he was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. Coming home will open up a whole lot of old wounds, whether it be friends he grew up with, old flames, distant rivals, new enemies...hit me with everything.

A place only you can go: Toying with the idea that he may have had a serious girlfriend before he got locked up, or even just a crush that he planned on pursuing before his world literally flipped upside down.

Family is much more than blood: Either the cartel member that recruited him or whoever is helping him find his way now that he's out of prison and back home.

stats:

name: cole hartman.

nicknames: n/a, probs just cole.

age: thirty eight.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he/him.

occupation: sergeant at arms for soa and mechanic at monroe auto body

bullet points

triggers: drinking

cole's parents always wanted better for him. his dad was the type of guy who did (illegal) favors for others, and unfortunately never got anything in return. he was always working and his mom was the one who really raised him. though she also worked a lot. so basically, he had to raise himself, his parents only really noticing when he came home with a bloody nose or black eye. he had a tendency to resolve things with his fists.

prospecting for the sons just made sense for him. maybe it was the way the that the sons looked, like they all had each other's backs, like they were a family. maybe it was because his dad sometimes did favors for them. whatever it was, he fit right in.

by the time he earned his patch, cole had done things that he never thought he'd do. and he did it well. he handled things when they were sent his way. that reputation followed him straight into his sergeant at arms position.

if he cares about someone, he'll protect them with everything in him. mayhaps evens sometimes gives #dadvibes w/ the club and the younger members or prospects, making sure they don't do the dumb shit he did .

he carries guilt and scars that he doesn’t talk about with anyone. the road is the only place his mind ever shuts up.

recently separated w/ his wife (wanted connection). the club probably came first a lot of the times, especially when it shouldn't have. the loneliness has him turning to the bottle a lot more lately.

connections

soon to be ex-wife: a lot of resentment and tension between the two of them. definitely still into teach other. they prob met when they were younger, and got married pretty quickly. details are pretty much open.

soa member who was his prospect: he definitely has a parental type of relationship w/ them.

old friends: prob people he grew up with.

best friend: maybe someone a little more impulsive than he is in the club. they balance each other out.

…  devil's  in  the  details

full name: eliseo rafael montoya.

age: 39.

place of birth: guadalajara, jalisco, mexico — raised between there and mexico city before relocating to the u.s. in his early thirties under cartel direction.

sexuality: heterosexual.

occupation: second in command for the cartel — strategist, logistics architect, and chief negotiator (“el cartógrafo”). publicly, he maintains legitimate fronts through real estate development, consulting, and several shell businesses in charming and surrounding areas. such as ownership of the strip club black widow and other various properties in town.

education: advanced degrees in urban planning and geographic systems from a prestigious university in mexico city; informally trained in cartel operations, intelligence, and power brokering from a young age. highly educated, multilingual (fluent spanish and english, conversational italian and turkish).

physical appearance.

hair color: dark brown, usually worn styled back or slightly tousled — polished but never fussy.

eye color: deep brown, almost black in low light; sharp, observant, and unreadable.

height: 6’1.

weight: 185 lbs.

body type: tall, fit, broad-shouldered with a runner’s build; composed posture that makes him look perpetually in command of a room.

style/vibe: often seen in tailored black or charcoal button-downs, fitted trousers, and sleek leather boots. he favors muted luxury: thin gold chain, an antique compass ring, and a high-end watch. he smells like tobacco, cedar, and expensive cologne. carries himself like a man accustomed to power but never needing to prove it.

faceclaim: peter gadiot.

family and relationships.

father: rafael montoya (deceased)

mother: beatriz montoya (presumably deceased)

… if you listen close, the road hums their name

eliseo rafael montoya was shaped long before he ever chose the path that claimed him. he was born in guadalajara to rafael and beatriz montoya — a union of intellect and quiet idealism. his father, rafael, was a respected urban planner, a man who believed cities could be built to lift people rather than exploit them. he saw structure where others saw chaos, order where others saw opportunity, and he refused to bend when powerful men tried to corrupt his work. beatriz, elegant and traditional in every sense, was a literature professor whose voice carried like poetry and whose presence softened every room she entered. their home was filled with books, classical music, and sprawling maps that covered the dining table more often than dinner did.

from a young age, eliseo was drawn not to toys, but to those maps — tracing highways with his fingers, memorizing borders, rivers, and hidden routes. his father taught him how cities breathed, how power moved through them like blood through veins. his mother taught him how words could disarm, how stories could shape reality, and how silence could be more powerful than shouting. that world shattered when eliseo was seventeen.

rafael refused a cartel’s attempt to infiltrate a major development project — and paid the price. their home burned. his father was killed. beatriz disappeared in the aftermath, presumed dead, though eliseo has never fully accepted that truth. in that moment, innocence gave way to survival.

taken in by his uncle tomás montoya, eliseo was quietly introduced to the underbelly of the very world that had destroyed his family. rather than discard him, the cartel recognized his brilliance — his mind for logistics, his instinct for structure, his ability to see patterns others missed. they sent him to study in mexico city, where he earned advanced degrees in urban planning and geographic systems, all while being groomed for something far darker.

by his thirties, eliseo was no mere soldier — he was an architect of power. his strategies shaped trafficking routes, secured territories, and bridged alliances. when he arrived in charming, it wasn’t as muscle, but as the cartel’s second-in-command: a composed, cultured, and quietly terrifying strategist known as el cartógrafo.

Ramiro was raised by a single Mother but let's face it she really was absent most of his life too which would lead him to go down a destructive path. A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. She worked up to three jobs at a time and money was still tight. He never knew who his Father was -and even though he should have cared - he didn't. Ramiro had a lost child hood. While most kids his age were carefree, he was burdened with what to do in order to stop having the lights go out at their one bedroom apartment. Even something so simple as your own bedroom seemed foreign and way too luxurious for him. At the ripe age of 12, he involved and took the initiative with the drug dealers on his street. Which made him ultimately become a dealer. It was less conspicuous for a young boy to be dealing. And inaction breeds doubt and fear. The most beautiful thing one can wear is confidence which made Ramiro a force to be reckoned with. This would carry on as he grew older. But nonetheless, after that steady income - there was no worry about him and his Mother having no electricity. She didn't even care to ask how he came to have any sort of money. It was safe to say his childhood was pulled from under him and he was forced it's life's blaze. By the time he was a teenager, Ramiro had more experience than anyone his age with responsibilities and the grit he had put himself through and in with life's lessons. Nonetheless: Without our caretaker's protection, our only protection is to stay small and build defensive structures into our personality. And that's what he did. Life eats most people up. The weak die out and the strong will survive. He built that foundation young. Ramiro did graduate high school and not even a day after, his Mother received a job offer out of state that would pay her comfortably and since Ramiro was now 18, he was on his own. He didn't get much of a warning just that he had to be out of their apartment in three days, as that was when the lease ended. He should have been hurt, not that he had expected much but perhaps there was a deep down presence that wished she would have offered an invite. But one has to keep moving forward - it wasn't like he had any other choice. Every new beginning comes from another beginning's end and perhaps one door closing opens up a new one. Or so that's how the story went for Ramiro. At 19 - he would get involved with the Sons Of Anarchy Motorcycle club. He would become a prospect and than later patched. Brotherhood. This would be his true family and he realized that all the difficulties that he had faced, they were meant to rouse and not discourage. The human spirit was to grow by conflict. In a more welcoming environment - one where he truly felt like he belonged with purpose, Ramiro was able to strive. He was able to have more of a clearer picture on his career. And not something to do just to pass the time or collect a check. Before the dealing as a kid, Ramiro liked to draw and even though he only though of them as doodles or just bored scribbles - he had potential then. It had been an outlet of escape, where he could draw anything and be transformed into that setting. Or draw monsters that would help him fight. Instead of the struggles he faced and fought alone when he was younger. Just like with the MC, he went through the ranks - starting from being an apprentice and then deciding after creating a large, loyal clientele he wanted to be his own boss. To create his own shop. Something that could be his that he built from the ground up. It's not about where you start—it's about how far you're willing to go and that mindset he keeps to this day. The creative adult is the child who survived. And besides joining the MC, owning Ink and Iron has to be one of his biggest accomplishments.

EXTRA:

In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different. Ramiro is loyal as they come within the MC. He's a leader as a road captain. But he is a yes man with the higher ranks should they need anything from him. He's not afraid to have his own limits pushed. Never contend with a man who has nothing lose and would sacrifice his own self for the sake of his brothers in the MC.

Obviously, he is covered in his tattoos. Besides on his motorcycle, a tattoo gun in his hand is a safe space for the man. Nonetheless, his body is a map of scars which show he has survived. Even though 1/4th of them were due during a drunken binge from a late night of Tequila. Though one of his favorites is the devil doesn't sleep sketched along his neck.

A secret obsession of his is conspiracy theories. He's definitely a slut for shows about this topic and anything science fiction. The man has definitely watched The X-Files a 100 times over again from start to finish.

BASICS.

Full Name: Hakan Yazıcı

Birthday: July 25, 1988

Age: Thirty-seven

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/him

Birthplace: İstanbul, Türkiye

Length of Time in Charming: Twenty years

Occupation: Attorney for the Demirci Mafia

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Separated

BULLETS.

Born to a cutthroat defense attorney for a father and notable jeweler mother in İstanbul, Türkiye, Hakan is the middle of three sons and has two younger sisters.

The expectation was always for the Yazıcı children to follow in their parents' footsteps, especially when it came to their father's law firm. Their upbringing mirrored that expectation; growing up, Hakan and his siblings attended some of the most prestigious schools in the city, had private tutors, engaged in sports and music, but all the while, Hakan was restless. He was always wanting to move faster than time could fly. To his teachers, his impatience was a frustration, but his father only saw ambition.

His father's business eventually saw the family moving overseas and settling in Charming, California. There, he made a name for himself defending some of the most prominent criminals in the city and surrounding areas. Naturally, that piqued Hakan's interest and only further fueled him to follow in his father's footsteps.

After high school, Hakan attended Stanford University on a soccer scholarship for his undergraduate degree, and eventually attended law school there as well. While in law school, he met the woman he would eventually marry upon graduation.

With a law degree in hand and a wife by his side, Hakan passed his bar exam and moved back to Charming after graduation to work alongside his father and serve the Demirci Mafia.

Ever since, he's served the Demirci family, but within recent years, he's taken over his father's caseload and has become the primary attorney for the mafia. All that growth didn't come without strain, though-- he and his wife have been estranged for three years, both pushing for a divorce but never settling on terms. Their fractured marriage remains an ongoing struggle.

One thing remains crystal clear, though, and it's his work for the Demirci Mafia. He's opinionated, sharp-tongued, and ruthless as an attorney, and there are very few lines he's unwilling to cross to protect the family.

CONNECTIONS.

Old habits die hard: Hakan has been estranged from his wife for three years, divorce pending. They continue to circle one another, forever engaged in some sort of toxic spiral that neither of them seem able to fully shake.

Siblings: He's got one older brother, one younger brother, and two younger sisters, so take your pick! Though following in their parents' footsteps was highly pushed in their household, it wasn't a requirement, so everything is totally up in the air.

BASICS.

Full Name: Aydın Kaan

Birthday: April 7, 1987

Age: Thirty-eight

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/him

Birthplace: Ankara, Türkiye

Length of Time in Charming: Thirty years

Occupation: Vice President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

BULLETS. (tw: abuse, death)

Aydın is the eldest child born in Ankara, Turkey, to Alperen Kaan and Emira Kartal. His father's abuse led to a tumultuous childhood, with his mother being his one safe place to land for nearly a decade.

Unbeknownst to him, the Kaans were wrapped up in arms dealing and their connections stretched far and wide, so far that it quite literally uprooted the family whenever Aydın was eight years old. They landed in Charming, California, where his parents quietly set to work with the Demirci Mafia.

Naturally curious and inquisitive, Aydın had thoughts and questions about the move, but he didn't dare ask; he knew his limits with Alperen. But much to his surprise, he found that he wasn't so alone in Charming. His uncle, Emir Kartal, was there, and a member of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, an entity that fascinated Aydın from the first moment he laid eyes on them, rumbling through town on their sleek Harleys with those ghastly kuttes on their backs. He knew even then that he wanted to be part of something like that one day, no matter what it took.

Life in Charming wasn't terrible. He spent most of his time hanging around the clubhouse, learning how to turn a wrench and throw a punch, all under his uncle's watchful eye. He was ten when Alara was born; she'd been unplanned, but to Aydın, his surprise little sister soon became the apple of his eye, and it was the first time he'd ever felt completely driven to protect someone else. He'd known, even at ten years old, he'd lay down his life for her without question-- and still would today.

He was fifteen when everything shifted. Both Alperen and Emira turned up dead, in cold blood, with their bodies strung up like puppets to mock and gawk at. At the time, Aydın hadn't understood why. But then his uncle explained who his parents really were and what they'd been wrapped up in.

Finding their killers has fueled Aydın ever since then. He dove headfirst into the MC in the wake of their deaths, especially after the club's promise to hold him and Alara close. He prospected at eighteen years old and patched in as soon as he could, and since then, Alara and the MC have been Aydın's entire life.

Over the years, he's had his ups and downs. He's grown within the club, and the man he's grown into is quite different from the boy he left behind. He's become hardened, cold even. In the process, he's earned himself quite the rap sheet, with charges ranging from small to those that definitely have left a mark on both his soul and his everyday rights and freedoms. He's never stopped searching for those who killed his parents, and he likely never will. But he's never stopped working for the club either. He's been loyal to a fault, no matter how brutal it's often pushed him to be.

Fast forward to five years ago, he was promoted to Vice President, and it's a title he doesn't take lightly. He's loved the Sons of Anarchy since he was eight years old and it's an honor to serve the club in any capacity.

CONNECTIONS.

Ride or Die: Outside of his sister, so few people really know and understand Aydın exactly for who he is. No one really knows his story or who he is at his core, but this person does, and through that, they tend to keep him grounded. They know almost all of his dirty secrets, they know the man behind the kutte. They don't have to be in the MC, or maybe they are-- whatever feels right.

I'll take it to my grave: This is someone he's defended in the past, whether it's club related or not. Regardless of the reason, he felt compelled to jump into the crossfire for them, to the point that he quite literally killed for them, and now this person is forever interwoven into the fabric of who he is. The circumstances are wide open, but they're essentially tethered now-- they could be close or not care for one another at all, but either way, they're bound by their shared secret and now have to coexist. All the details are completely up in the air.

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔…

it's  never  easy  being  the  oldest  daughter,  even  less  when  the  father  is  the  county  sheriff  in  a  town  of  outlaws.  growing  up  her  father  had  been  strict  and  disciplined  and  cassidy  had  always  felt  as  though  she  were  on  the  outside  looking  in  at  the  life  going  on  around  her.

up  until  her  teens  she  was  the  good  girl  that  followed  the  rules,  achieved  good  grades,  and  went  to  church  on  sundays.

when  she  was  16  cassidy  began  working  at  rider's  rest  holding  down  a  waitressing  gig  after  school.  her  father  wasn't  exactly  happy  about  it  given  who  frequented  the  diner,  but  in  a  small  town  there  weren't  a  ton  of  first  job  options  for  a  teen  who  could  only  give  some  hours  after  school.  it  was  there  that  her  fate  would  be  sealed  when  she'd  met  the  biker  that'd  be  her  husband  in  no  less  than  2  years  ahead.

given  the  struggles  of  being  the  sheriff's  daughter  no  one  really  wanted  to  date  her.  so  when  a  hot  biker  5  years  her  senior  paid  her  attention  and  flattered  her  in  ways  she'd  never  been  before,  cassidy  fell  fast  and  easy  for  the  young  man.

just  barely  graduated  from  high  school  ray  pulled  his  own  version  of  a  romantic  proposal  and  within  a  few  months  she  was  an  outlaw's  wife  at  18.  in  hindsight,  and  with  knowledge  eventually  gained,  cassidy  knows  it  was  all  too  young  and  too  fast.  but  she  wouldn't  find  out  the  reasons  of  all  that  for  11  years.

as  an  old  lady  her  father,  still  the  sheriff,  bent  to  the  will  of  samcro.  his  daughter  was  used  as  leverage  over  him  many  times,  sometimes  with  cassidy  herself  being  pushed  to  give  him  sad  eyes  and  big  speeches  to  convince  him  to  help  the  mc  when  they  needed  something.  over  the  years  it  shattered  cassidy  to  see  her  once  very  righteous  and  principled  father  deteriorate  under  the  hand  of  the  sons.

cassidy  continued  to  work  at  rider's  rest,  eventually  becoming  manager,  and  then  the  owner  when  she'd  bought  it  out  from  the  bank  after  the  owner  had  passed  in  a  violent  incident.

due  to  the  chaos  of  the  world  she'd  been  immersed  in  cassidy  had  made  the  personal  decision  that  she  didn't  want  to  have  children.  she  didn't  want  to  raise  them  up  into  the  life  and  all  the  collateral  damage  that  came  with  being  involved  in  samcro.  conversations  she'd  tried  to  have  with  ray  about  it  always  went  south  so  she  resulted  in  taking  birth  control  in  secret.  when  he  eventually  found  out,  it  was  the  first  time  he'd  become  violent  with  her.

after  that  was  when  cassidy  began  looking  for  and  hoping  for  a  way  out.  the  sons  covered  for  their  brother,  gave  him  nothing  more  than  a  talking  to,  and  it  never  sat  well  with  her.

as  much  as  she  felt  the  need  to  separate  herself  and  pull  away  from  this  violent  life,  cassidy  struggled  with  the  love  and  loyalty  she  had  for  the  club.  despite  everything.  when  she  was  29  her  husband,  ray,  passed  away  during  an  incident  while  on  a  run.  it  was  devastating  and  freeing,  again,  so  much  conflicting  feelings.

it'd  all  be  made  worse  when  she'd  find  out  not  long  after  that  the  sons  had  set  up  the  meeting  between  her  and  ray  all  those  years  ago.  while  her  husband  had  known  her,  had  been  attracted  to  her,  had  loved  her,  their  connection  and  union  had  been  orchestrated  to  get  the  sheriff  in  their  control.

these  days,  a  bit  more  on  the  outskirts  of  the  club,  she  still  feels  her  strong  ties  to  it.  is  still  loyal  in  many  respects,  but  she  struggles  heavily  with  all  the  what  could  have  been.  it  bothers  her  that  she  never  really  had  a  choice  in  it  all.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔…

spill  those  secrets!  the  sons  member  that  maybe  told  her  the  truth  of  everything  after  ray  had  passed.  it  could've  been  something  that  always  bothered  them.

cowboy  up!  a  buddy  that  cassidy  can  ride  with  and  do  some  cowboy/girl  shit  with!  especially  rodeos  and  concerts  and  all  that  good  stuff.

second  home!  basically  when  shit  got  bad  or  just  not  good  with  ray  they'd  give  cassidy  some  refuge.  either  for  a  night  or  two  at  the  start  and  then  something  that  grew  into  a  bigger,  stronger  bond.

remember  who  you  are!  someone  in  law  enforcement!  maybe  they  worked  under  her  father  or  they've  come  to  learn  who  her  father  was  and  are  trying  to  bring  her  back  to  that  side  of  life.