introduction

Name: Rafael 'Rafi' Morales

Age/Birthday: 40. August 15, 1985

Gender/Pronouns: Cis-male. He/him

Birthplace/Length of Time in Town: Charming, CA. His whole life except for when he moved away 4 years ago. He's been back 10 months

Profession: Owner of Morales Auto Body/Tail Gunner for samcro

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Religion: Non-practicing Catholic

Faceclaim: Carlos Miranda

tldr

TW: death, mention of murder, imprisonment, cancer

born and raised in charming, ca by his mother and older brother because rafi's father passed away shortly after rafi was born

the three of them became a team, rafi and carlos picking up as much slack around the house as they could while their mom tried to keep the family business, morales auto body, afloat

when rafi was 16 years old, his brother was killed. rafi was devastated. carlos was his best friend, his closest confidant, and his biggest role model. with carlos gone, rafi was a mess, with seemingly no one to turn to. enter samcro

rafi found a home, found a family with the club his brother used to be apart of. especially with diego reyes, one of the founders of the club. the tail gunner took rafi under his wing as he prospected for the club. over the years, rafael devoted himself to the club, and worked his way up to the position of vice president

but as the club started to take a new direction, rafi found his 'family' was beginning to go down a path he couldn't follow. his discontent simmered for several years, but seven years ago, before he had the chance to act on it, cops raided the clubhouse and found weapons connected to a murder stashed there. without a second thought, rafi took the blame, claiming the murder weapon was his, no one else in the club knew about them. rafi was arrested

eventually, the cops realized the guns weren't actually his nor had he used them. but there wasn't enough evidence to go for anyone else in the club. rafi was found guilty of obstructing justice with a sentence of 2 years

when he got out, rafi took the opportunity of having done time for the club, to leave. he left charming, left the club, left everything behind

for 5 years, rafi travelled around the southwest, never staying in one place too long. but a year ago, rafi got the call that he never wanted to receive. his mother had been diagnosed with stage 3 esophageal cancer. of course, they immediately rushed to treatment, but that treatment was expensive. rafi couldn't afford to cover the costs of treatment just working occasional mechanic jobs.

with no other options, rafi returned to charming, rejoined the club, unbeknownst to everyone, with the hopes of making money through their less than reputable business. he’d left the club to hold onto what little soul he had left, but desperation has a way of grinding down convictions. When his mother got sick, those morals suddenly felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford

personality

( + ) virtuous, protective, principled, devoted,

( - ) stubborn, can be dogmatic, rigid, once he gets a plan of action in his head, it's hard to convince him to stray from it

seems like he always has too much on his mind to pay attention to the small details, but can actually be quite thoughtful

cares incredibly deeply for people the people he trusts

is always thinking of ways to protect or take care of those around him, a natural leader

wanted connections

connections from his time away from charming; when rafi left town, he didn't really have a plan. he kind of bopped around the southwest on his bike. he'd find mechanic jobs wherever he was, but he didn't really settle anywhere for long.

childhood bestie/crush; this will be a wc submitted to the main eventually! but this person and rafi grew up together, they were practically joined at the hip. there were times rafi knew his feelings for her were more than just friendly, but he didn't want to risk losing the friendship. she might have had feelings too, COMPLETELY utp! but they remained friends, even into adulthood, until rafi left town. when he did, he cut all ties to his life back in charming, except for his mother, and that meant this person too.

general full name:  darcy rebecca hargrove.  nicknames: darc.  age:  27.  date of birth:  10/20/1994 zodiac: libra gender:  cisfemale pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual 

physical hair color: brown eye color: blue height: 5′2″ weight: 105 lbs

personality morality: chaotic good ???  positive traits: charming,  patient, loyal, caring, passionate, creative, quick-witted.  negative traits: stubborn, calculating, manipulative, unpredictable, impulsive.  occupation: owner of la luna and member of the devil’s disciples.  skills: adaptable, strong, heavily combat trained, manipulative, quick-witted, tough. 

family parents: miriam and joel hargrove.  siblings: only child. 

tw: murder, tw: violence 

devil’s disciples’ royalty. that was what joel hargrove was to his first family. the man, originally france, he had traveled high and low with his parents and six younger siblings. his father was a military man who had taught joel everything he knew and told him to take pride in who he was: a hargrove. hargroves were smarter than smart, booksmart and intelligent, those who came to class to mark down every word and raise every question. question everything and give everything. joel hargrove took everything his father had taught him, and was born a natural leader, a man that was patient, yet stern - a man that could envelope you with his dark eyes and tell you where you stood. he was a man that needed no introduction and when he enlisted into the army, he knew he was making the right choice. 

the army was tough, but never tough enough to get to joel hargrove. he made lieutenant at an early age and from there, he took care of his people, because loyalty to joel was a number one thing. the man had even taken a bullet for one of his younger people and when he was sent home for an honorable discharge, it was a cute little nurse that had him by his heartstrings - and that was that. they settled in california, a place he could call home in 1980′s and the two were a couple that enjoyed all things art, boho, but most importantly, wanted to call the place they had moved to home. joel yearned for a place to belong and he did one night, when he stumbled into a bar off scene. 

it was a group of guys, some vets like him, that did their business and did it with style. there was a sense of belonging and after a few beers, joel himself got to talking too, about his upbringing, how strong, and well trained he was. they laughed, talking about how a frenchie could be tough, and when one guy threw a knife his way to catch, it was lightning speed and caught and thrown back with ease by joel. it took the guys all by surprise and made him more famous for his entry into the devil’s disciples. 

joel and miriam’s life seemed to be going well, and it was just one thing they wanted, more than anything: a child. 

darcy alessandra hargrove was born in october and from the moment joel and miriam hargrove looked at their little girl, they could tell how special she was. dark eyes and a smirk on her little face - she was special and from the day she was born, she was spoiled and given everything she could have ever dreamt of. the hargroves weren’t particularly wealthy - miram a nurse and joel opening up his own bar, la luna, but what she wanted, she got. 

darcy was quick-witted and playful from the time she was born, a mischievous look in her eye that no one could ever really pin down. she loved to control things, she loved to run circles around her teachers in school, causing a behavior problem to say the least. joel taught her how to question everything though - how to be tough, how to be the toughest of the tough, and darcy loved him for it. she loved her mother too - her nurturing way, and they were, by all means, a great family. 

darcy’s mischief always continued on though - always manipulative, impulsive, starting fights she knew she could win just to boast her power and what her father taught her. people knew darcy, but no one was her friend - she liked to stay by herself, a loner at heart. 

darcy was just about to apply to colleges when the worst thing imaginable happened: murder. darcy could still remember it like it was yesterday - coming home to her little blue house and seeing blood all over the walls. everything was out of place, everything was all over the place, and she moved into the kitchen to see her poor mother, throat slit, laying there in a puddle. 

there though, sprawled out on the ground as if he were trying to protect his wife, was joel hargrove, darcy’s hero and it hit darcy like none other. her two parents murdered in cold blood like that and for what reason? 

her father was a well liked, quite famous member of the devil’s and darcy couldn’t imagine why this had happened - what could have prompted this kind of violence, but it changed her world forever. 

instead of going off to college, darcy decided this: she would take over her father’s bar as owner, and with her impeccable training that her father taught her, join up at the devil’s disciples and keep the family name in line, to make him proud, but it’s hard to trust now, harder than before. 

born and raised in charming it was only when she was younger that she had any aspiration to leave town, gianna held a fascination for space, learning each of the planets, the cycles, the moons, and the stars surrounding them. her imagination held no boundaries and her dream one day was to work at nasa.

her backup plan had always been to work with animals, she loved them. some might even say she preferred the company of them more than she did her own peers.

as a kid she was bubbly, always wanting to be around her family, and nothing excited her more than the times she would stand and wait at the window all day for her brother to come home to visit during his early years in the army.

her mentality to be strong and thick skinned was heavily influenced by the admiration she had for her older brother and her father. she looked up to each of them in similar ways. cain was a hero and her dad was her hero. to the present day she enjoys keeping herself physically fit and whilst she may have a small physique she’ll throw a punch your way if she thinks you deserve it.

at sixteen she didn’t fall into the wrong crowd she fell into the wrong relationship. whilst she continued to stick her head down in school and attempt to meet her grades, she also foolishly fell “in love” ( ask her now and she’ll tell you she’s never been in love ).

tw from this point onwards

craig was five years older than her, he was charming, he was sweet, he was everything you’d want and more. they hit the year mark and his mom died, beaten to death by his dad, which the more he started to depend on gianna, the more she learnt his father did the same to him. craig turned to drinking, at first it was a little here and there, increasing to a lot and one day when she decided to hit a few home truths his way, he grabbed her by the throat and she passed out.

he was apologetic and she forgave him, his mom had just died, his dad was in prison, he didn’t mean it, right? wrong. the abuse became a small cycle over the last year of their relationship, he managed to twist the injuries onto her, telling her it was her fault and she believed him. she failed her exams because her motivation was nonexistent, she tried to study but nothing was registering. she thought she was worthless and she barely spoke about her suffering. she made out her relationship was fine, though the only true giveaway were her eyes, she no longer had that bubbly glint to her personality.

it was her mom she unwillingly turned to, gianna had been seen running her hand under cool water at home. she thought she was alone but her mom came through into the kitchen dropping a vase with a loud smash at the sight of her bruised, burned and bloodied hand. gianna doesn’t know what happened between finally letting everything be spoken out loud and after, but she never saw craig again.

the years she spent with craig shaped her distrusting and permanently onguard personality, the only people she can trust and really feel relaxed with are her family.

her mom was the one that gave her a careful nudge to retake her exams, telling her she knew the veterinary practice would be putting an ad out soon for trainees and claiming that her intelligent ana could retake her exams like a walk in the park and she did.

whilst she studied she managed to also do her work experience through the animal hospital, getting her foot in the door for when it was time to meet the requirements for her degree and that’s where she’s currently at in terms of work.

little snippets about her.

even now she adores space, it’s her perfect escape

her left hand is completely scarred, this is noticeable

she lives for bad jokes/puns

she has a telephone voice due to her work, even when she’s home and ordering a takeaway/answering the phone to someone she doesn’t know that voice just springs out

still lives with her mamma

as well as her main job/trainee position she’s a sever at agontino’s. 

she buys the now albums so if someone asks her why  (  one example of many  )  she’s got justin bieber on her phone she’ll use the oh must be on the now album. yes, she’ll buy a whole ass album to listen to one song instead of just buying that one song

she wants to join the devils as a prospect and in her spare time she bugs her big brother to give his blessing/be her sponsor

dislikes the wolves and everything they stand for

whilst she loves both cats and dogs, she’s more of a cat person

wanted connections:

a best friend -- someone she actually trusts and feels relaxed around

an unlikely friend -- someone she can’t help but like and doesn’t want to, perhaps they’re a wolves member? or it’s as simple as a  personality clash, chalk and cheese sorta thing

someone she’s bumped heads with -- they do not get along, this would have to be plotted out so it’s not far fetched

school friend/s

those are not the only connections i’m open to, so if you want something hmu!!

Name: Austin Thomas Monroe

Nickname: N/A

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: 33

Birthday/Sign: February 4/Aquarius

Hometown: Charming, California

Occupation: Bartender at La Luna…and now full time dad.

 ancient history/abridged:

-Austin was born to Samuel and Melissa Monroe in the heart of Charming, California. Whether he was clipping his older brother’s heels just to keep up with him or gathered around the group of bikers that always seemed to congregate at their family home, Austin grew up surrounded by family. His childhood was warm and wholesome—and though the Monroes weren’t wealthy by any stretch, they more than made up for it with the love that permeated every inch of their home. Between his two siblings, his parents, and the Devil’s Disciples, Austin never had the chance to spend much time alone.

-It didn’t take him long to discover the rush that came with causing trouble. He spent most of his youth in hot water with his teachers and his parents—a consequence of following CJ’s lead. From the beginning, his older brother was his hero, his best friend, and he decided early on that he’d follow him anywhere—even into trouble. His school days, if he bothered to go, were defined by disciplinary action and detention. While other boys his age were learning how to throw the perfect split-finger fastball or pining for a chance to be quarterback of the football team, Austin was playing pranks on teachers or getting drunk and high behind the school playground.

-He dropped out of school when he was sixteen, much to his mother’s dismay. Academics weren’t his thing and never had been-- but people were. Austin craved human interaction. He loved getting to know people through their stories and the experiences that shaped them. It was that love for the human condition that ultimately led him to travel. He saved up money by waiting tables at Hale’s Diner for a few years and then hit the road at twenty-one, spending the next few years exploring the United States with a small group of friends—and experimenting with drugs. During his time on the road, Austin racked up a series of charges ranging from possession to driving under the influence—even assault.

-Austin’s world flipped on its axis when he was twenty-four and he learned that his father had been killed in a drive-by. Samuel’s death grounded him somewhat, and he returned to Charming at once—this time, to stay, and to be there for his family. Upon returning home, he worked hard to earn his GED, though he really had no plans for it. He just knew he needed to do something. Unlike his father and brother before him, Austin never desired to join the Devil’s Disciples. Ultimately, he was never responsible enough to wear a patch and his life was chaotic enough without the added stresses of being a member. Despite that, he considers the club family to this day, and can often be found hanging around the clubhouse or in the company of other members.

-He decided to start working at La Luna a year after returning to Charming, and he’s been there ever since.

-When he was thirty-one, his world was flipped upside down once again, but this time—in a whirlwind that’s left him breathless to this day. That summer, he met a woman he was convinced was the one. She was from Chicago, just passing through Charming—but somehow, Austin convinced her to stay. Initially, his affection was entirely unrequited, and the two were more like best friends, but he decided he’d rather have her in his life as a friend than to not have her at all.

-A year later, she finally decided to shoot her shot and the two of them began dating. Austin was over the moon—perhaps the happiest that he’d ever been. They seemed to click on every level, and wanted the same things out of life. It was everything he’d ever wanted out of a relationship—and it was far too good to be true.

-At the start of 2020, she abruptly cut things off and left for Chicago without looking back. Distraught and confused, Austin assumed that was the last he’d see of her, until seven months later, he received a phone call from the girl’s mother, begging him to travel to Chicago. As it turned out, she was pregnant with Austin’s child—and she was high on coke. In early July, Austin left for Chicago, scared out of his mind and clueless as to what he might find.

-Later that month, she gave birth to Fallon Grace Monroe. Their daughter was born a month prematurely and actively withdrawing from the drugs circulating through her mother’s system. As a result, she was immediately transferred to the NICU to detox and develop under careful supervision. With her mother in no shape to raise a child and subsequently checked into rehab, Austin stepped up and assumed full custody of Fallon.

-In September, Fallon was strong enough to leave the NICU and Austin decided to return to Charming—terrified and desperate for help. His baby girl is his world and he’ll do anything to give her the best life possible, but he can’t do it on his own.

Wanted Connections:

-Friends— people he grew up with, people he traveled with back in the day, Devil’s Disciples he’d know from hanging around the clubhouse, coworkers, bar regulars

-Babysitters— simply put, he’s gonna need help. 

-Best friend— someone he’s known 5ever and trusts with anything

✚ middle child ✚ due to his mother having an affair ( for years ) he and his elder brother share different fathers. however, he and his younger brother share the same father ( the guy mamma cheated with )  ✚ he was always a reckless child. it only worsened when he hit his teens and fell in with bad crowds ✚ staying out, doing disappearing acts or coming home drunk, if not drugged up too ✚ to be honest, his entire attitude stunk. he showed little to no respect for his parents, or older brother who he considered a bit of an uptight snoot ✚ if he’s honest, the only person he wasn’t a total asshole to was his younger brother ✚ he was 16 when he came home and caught his mother in bed with another man. not just any man, but his fathers best friend. the truth was exposed, it turned out that the affair had been going on for years  ✚ his mother begged him not to tell and promised to end it and he agreed. asshole so he was, he didn’t want to be the reason his father crumbled and his brother ended up with a broken home ✚ his motive may have started out purely but over the months, his bitterness? it only festered. his behaviour worsened, the disrespect began to have an impact on his parents relationship. the father just couldn’t seem to understand why his wife was seemingly letting him get away with everything he was doing ✚ he’d ask her for money which he only went out and spend on drugs. small things at first, a pill here, a spliff there. somewhere along the way he managed to get hooked on heroin, though amazingly he did manage to hide his needle poked arms ✚ it was amidst a drugged up haze that he felt some kind of penny drop. he was sat on the rooftop, watching his parents, his brother and his fathers best friend when he noticed something he hadn’t before ✚ the similarities between his man and his brother, between this man and him. the more he sat and stared, the more he couldn’t see a trace of his “father” in his own features, nor his younger brothers ✚ all it took was one out-loud thought and his mother confirmed everything with the simple look on her face. it was a lot to process, too much in-fact. which is what lead to an explosive dinner that same evening ✚ his “father” was laying into him, which wasn’t unusual. shaming him for being such a fuck up. usually he’d sit silently and take it, but this time? the words came flying out his mouth before he could think to stop them “who the fuck are you to talk to me like that? you’re not even my father. ain’t that right, mom?”  ✚ the truth came out in a hateful splurge. everything from how the affair had been going on at least 17 years, straight to “oh, and the guy? sitting right next to you” aka, the best friend ✚ so, his not so biological father ended up focusing that betrayal back onto riley, which resulted in the pair of them going toe to toe, breaking everything in sight as they threw their punches ✚ being a little shit, he was fully egging him on, “come on. that’s right. hit me. your wife’s a whore and you’re laying into me? makes perfect fucking sense” ✚ it wasn’t until he managed to get him on the floor that he noticed his little brother on the staircase, pausing the punch he was about to land on his fathers face. a simple “shit” under his breath ✚ he got up instantly, all that rage on his face disappeared and replaced with a soft warmth that he reserved only for his brother. he left to take him back up to bed, leaving his parents and the not so decent best friend to fight it out between themselves ✚ in the end it turns out they decided to stay together and try and work through it, but it only served to create a toxic environment ( more so ) ✚ riley was 20 and fully hooked on drugs when he got himself arrested for grand theft auto and it was the icing on the cake for both parents ✚ they didn’t exactly kick him out, but they made it clear he wasn’t welcome unless he cleaned his act up  ✚ surprisingly, he did try, but only after he packed up and moved in with a friend. he went cold turkey and yes, that shit fucking sucked. it was basic agony for at least three weeks before he began to feel like he was getting better ✚ rather than return home, he did perhaps one of the shittiest things a person could do & he stole his mothers jewellery that were basically family air-looms, pawned them for a few grand, bought a car and hit the road ( not before saying goodbye to his little bro and promising him he would call and visit all the time. )  ✚ in truth, he wanted to take him, but he knew it was selfish, especially when he didn’t even have a secure home ✚ he ended up in charming, fresh faced and sober. he stayed in a motel for a few months, saving money from odd jobs and focusing his energy on building a life for himself ✚ he’d always been creative, drawing & sketching came so naturally to him that he decided to train up and become a qualified tattoo artist ✚ at 22, he finally got his own place to rent and things were looking up. he’d passed his courses with flying colours, made a couple friends and even met a girl who he fell head over heels for  ✚ the only trouble was, this girl was just as reckless as he was and their entire relationship was something like a beautiful tragedy. they’d party most nights and for the first few months, everything was fine. he managed to say no every time she’d offer him a pill, every time her friends offered something stronger. truth be told, he’s not sure exactly when he slipped up, or even why. but he did, and there he was once again sticking needles in his arms and wasting away. ✚ he ended up breaking up with his girlfriend and she hit the road with a couple pals not long after - he’s never seen her since ✚ he did a good job at hiding his problem, still managing to hold down his bar jobs to pay his rent, at least for a few months. everything changed when his 14 year old brother showed up on his doorstep with all his bags ✚ once again, he forced himself to go cold turkey. if his brother insisted on living with him, riley didn’t want him to watch him destroy himself. so really, he’s quite thankful that his brother showed up when he did, who knows, it probably saved his life ✚ back on track and finally in a good place, he fell in with the wolves and quickly realised that’s exactly where he needed to be ✚ some may say it’s tempting fate, running drugs considering he’s an addict, but he vowed the day they accepted him into their fold that he’d never make them regret it ✚ fyi, he hasn’t. whilst he has fell off the wagon twice since, he never did the wolves dirty. anything he took, he paid for, any job they gave him, he completed ✚ he probably drinks more than he should and he still enjoys a spliff, but he’s never touched any other drug in 3 years and to be honest, he’s very proud of himself ✚ he got a secure job at scorpion tattoo studios 2 years ago & he really enjoys it ✚ sooo, he’s clean, he has a job, a home, a family in the form of wicked wolves and a good set of friends. life is pretty sweet ✚ that’s not to say he’s not still very hot headed & impulsive. probably quite fuckin’ damaged too, but hey, all the best people are ✚ thanks for reading my novel 

wanted connections:

hello, back again with a third as i have no self control. as usual, a full bio can be found right HERE but below is some quick info & some wanted connections! 

tw: drugs, child abandonment, death

only child nellie, moved to charming from san francisco when she was 13 to live with her aunt sophia after her mum ran off with her boyfriend

she’s a stripper at mayhem maidens & a dealer for the wolves, so her loyalty is ultimately to them

she doesn’t have anything particularly against the devils, but the wolves are her the closest thing she has to a family

she absolutely loves what she does & doesn’t intend on quitting any time soon, she makes a fair bit of cash from it & also has an only fans on the side, because why not

definitely doesn’t look for trouble, but since moving to charming she’s always getting into it, though it’s usually petty stuff that she can talk herself out of

she’s fearless, independent & doesn’t take any shit from anyone

if she has something to say, she’s going to say it, whether you like it or not

after her aunt died, she really spiralled & went a little bit crazy, but the wolves pulled her out of it & got her settled into her new life

with everything that’s happened in her life, she’s sort of a point where she’s just like “fuck it” & does whatever she wants

loves to party & does occasionally take drugs if she’s having a really bad time or just wants a little extra buzz. but she never has & never will touch anything she hasn’t paid for

morals, duh

she portrays herself as this bubbly, happy person ho just has a fiery attitude, but really she’s pretty broken & the rage inside her is all very real

she has incredible commitment issues, but she doesn’t really care

she doesn’t see herself ever settling down or having a family or anything

hates her mother with a fiery burning passion

if she thinks you’re an asshole, she’s going to tell you — very loudly

i think that’s it

connections!

best friend, self explanatory

ex on again off again

the person who got her into the wolves

someone who dragged her ass out of trouble so many times when she was a teenager & helped her aunt out a lot

love/hate

hookups

partner in crime

enemies — she def has a few

general friends

party pals

this is gonna be really long and i’m sorry. if you actually read it all i’ll give you a cookie

✹ early life was pretty simple, even with a dad and brother in the MC

✹ plans to graduate and go to college to study archaeology

✹ that got yeeted when she was kidnapped not long after her 16th birthday

✹ jenny had been walking home from a friends when she was grabbed from behind and knocked out

✹ she woke up in a basement with her hands and feet chained to the bed. loose enough for her to move around and sit up but not to get free

✹ her captor? turned out to be a man who she’d been seeing a lot of in the last weeks. random encounters that seemed so innocent until right now

✹ he was quite young, late 20′s maybe but he was absolutely insane. completely infatuated with her and thought that by kidnapping her, he could have her for himself and they’d have a happy life. loco maniac with big temper issues

✹ naturally she did try countless times to escape but would be quickly slapped down, only for him to cry and apologise afterwards, “why did you make me do that” as though any of it was her fault

✹ once the abuse turned into physical touches, that’s when her tears dried up and her mind began to go into autopilot. not to mention the drugs he forced down her throat to keep her subdued really took away a lot of her will to fight

✹ it had been two whole months when she finally started accepting her fate. nobody was ever going to find her and as if the man could see that light go out in her eyes, that night he pinned her down and raped her in spite of her pleas

✹ he even had the audacity to call it love

✹ she was pretty much broken after this. especially since she had been a virgin, so imagine how traumatised she was when another 2 months slipped by and she realised she hadn’t had her period

✹ it had been his plan all along, he wanted a family with her because he was convinced “you’ll love me eventually”

✹ it would have been easy enough to break completely but in the following weeks, something really strange happened. instead of focusing on the trauma, on how used and disgusting she felt, she focused on her growing bump

✹ hours alone in the dark, she began to talk to it, as though somehow it was a comfort to them both

✹ the first time she felt it kick was the first time in months she had a spark of life behind her blue eyes. so she did fall in love, not with her captor, but with her baby

✹ at first she did try to hate it, this thing growing inside her that she didn’t ask for but she couldn’t. how could you blame an innocent life for how it came to be?

✹ the following months, she began to put on an act. starting with a smile now and again that looked genuine, to a laugh at one of the mans jokes. making him believe he was winning, that she was slowly coming around to the idea of being with him

✹ for the most part, it worked. the abuse stopped, she convinced him to stop drugging her because it wasn’t good for “their” baby

✹ the plan was to eventually convince him to unchain her. he agreed to unchain her feet, which was a start ( and a relief considering the metal had long since dug right into her ankles )

✹ she waited a few more days but before she could ask about her hands, she felt the first signs of labour

✹ newly terrified, she literally cried and begged him to call an ambulance because holy fuck

✹ obviously he refused and she spent the next 30 hours in excruciating agony. something was not right

✹ she was bleeding, trying to fight the urge to push because her whole instincts were telling her not to, but it was no use

✹ four pushes and a whole lot of banshee screams later, she birthed a baby boy whom she begged to hold instantly, if only to take him out of the mans hands

✹ beautiful. the second he started to cry and looked up at her with his blue eyes she knew there wasn’t anything or anyone she’d ever let hurt him

✹ somewhere between the mixture of emotions, she hadn’t realised that she was starting to bleed out and the panic returned

✹ frantically, she tried to tell the man that he needed to unchain her and take her to a hospital and to her almost shock, he agreed. like he was actually concerned that she was going to bleed out and die if he didn’t.

✹ it was practically impossible to get up the stairs and even harder to hold her son against her chest whilst looking with double vision for something she could use as a weapon

✹ the glimmer of something shiny caught her eye and in a burst of bravery and energy, she grabbed it (a shiny vase on the table top) and swung it around, smashing it off his head

✹ thank god it must have knocked him out for at least a few seconds because she managed to get to and out the front door

✹ that’s when she realised she was still in charming. not only that, but she could see the clubhouse from where she stood & so she ran (hobbled, hopped, nearly crawled w/e) bursting through the doors like something out of a horror movie, dirty and bloody and instantly on her knees because she couldn’t support her own weight anymore

✹ her father, brother and a couple other members instantly flew to her aid. it had to have been nearly a year since she went missing and now here she was, holding a baby and about to die

✹ “he’s mine” was almost all she could manage to whisper as she had no energy to stop one of the guys taking him from her “don’t let him touch him, don’t– don’t let him” don’t let the captor touch her son, is what she meant

✹ it was barely a second after everything turned black and when she woke, it was three days later and she was in hospital. safe

✹ she only asked once about the guy and got the reply from her dad “it’s been handled” presumably she left a good trail of blood for them to find the source. but she never did dare ask, had she killed him with the vase? or did they. not that she cared.

✹ she only went over her ordeal once with her parents, her brother and the mc’s president at the time and then she told them she never wanted to relive it. which suited them just fine because they couldn’t have the guys dead body getting tied to them.

✹ so the only alternative? was to say she had ran away, that she fell pregnant and that’s why she stayed away until she got scared and came home. cue the judgement from the towns snooty bitches

✹ it was a fight and a half to keep her son, with a mother who wanted to support her decision but a father who was adamant she wouldn’t be able to cope

✹ it got overly extreme, she threatened to end her own life if he had her baby taken away & went on to explain that her son was the only thing that kept her going in those months

✹ she wanted to raise him, teach him to be kind and be a good man and to her relief, her father relented

✹ she named him liam because she always recalled someone telling her it meant “unwavering saviour”

✹ the next five years were tough, but she never gave up and she never quit. she focused her energy on her son, on learning to handle her ordeal in a healthy manner. her father paid good money for her to see a trauma counsellor, one out of town who wouldn’t ask questions they didn’t have answers to. the only rules? never tell them her real name (she posed as someone called lucy) and never name the man so it could never be traced back to them

✹ it was an uphill battle and to be honest, even now sometimes it still is

✹ she was inspired by the way the counsellor helped her and decided that’s what she wanted to do with her life now, so she went back to school and studied for a degree

✹ she’s now a qualified trauma and ptsd counsellor with her own office in the hospital. she also does a lot of fundraising for charities that feel close to her heart. domestic violence, etc. etc.

✹ when she was 25, she finally spoke out at a charity auction she’d organised for survivors and it was hands down the scariest thing she’d ever done. but she did it because she wanted to help young girls see that there was always a light at the end of the tunnel. that you’re not defined by your trauma ( she had to tweak a couple facts, such as saying it happened out of town and that the guy got away )

✹ sooo yeah, she’s one tough bitch now. taught herself how to fight and yoo she kicks ass. got a lot of her confidence back and made damn sure she was raising a good boy

✹ there is literally nobody on this earth she loves more than liam and even though he’s 22 now, he’s still very much her baby and her saving grace

bop bop bop there we have it. *hands you a chocolate chip cookie*

connections:

friends

enemies

exes ending on good or bad terms

fwb or past hook ups maybe

someone she councils would be great

her soN liam would be even better. i visualise him as brandon flynn if he could work for you. alternatively, joe keery or dacre montgomery? it’s negotiable

her older brother would be great too

or any mc members who were around at the time her trauma happened

life long besties who would also know the truth whilst everyone else assumed she was some dumb slapper who got knocked up

younger brother to @rileybraxton​ who they share the same parents with while he only shares the same mother to their oldest brother.

his full name is Zachariah but he doesn’t mention it, not because it’s some mystery or anything, he just doesn’t like it and has been going by Zeke since he was a preteen.

his childhood was rather normal, at least up until his mothers secret blew up their whole family and it caused things to happen that Zeke was pretty sure his parents never truly took into thought while trying to work on themselves.

riley’s departure from where they lived only added to the lonely feeling he got as a kid, watching the way his parents tried to rebuild themselves was terrible because it was anything but pleasant and it was almost like they forgot that he was around to witness it. not only that but the man he grew up knowing as his father had withdrawn from him. it was simple things at first, like hitting around a ball together or “helping” him out while he did little things around the home. eventually Zeke just understood that things weren’t going to be the same with the two. the only thing he could say he ended up learning from his parents was knowing exactly what he didn’t want for his own future and whoever he might spend it with. it had caused whatever innocence he held onto, to turn sour real quick. 

now, when riley had first left home, Zeke had absolutely no business as a child trying to go off and live with his addict brother but boy did he try. he had packed up a suitcase and made it to the bus stop before his mom picked him up and he was handed his ass at home. they never spoke of it again and he never mentioned it to his brothers. truthfully, a lot of what he had to deal with in those few years on his own with his parents, he never actually told all the details of it and he’d only prefer to leave it all in the past where it belongs. however, when high school rolled around the announcement of their divorce ( finally ) was kind of the last thing he wanted to deal with because their mother was leaving their dad to be with his biological dad. so one night he packed up some stuff in a backpack and booked it. 

definitely was still too young to run off on his own and very stupid but he was going mad in that home and the idea of living with his mom and his biological dad, it was a big no for him. so he took matters into his own hands and ended up on riley’s doorstep. it caused a big fight of course, but ultimately they allowed him to stay with riley and it was all uphill ( in his opinion ) from there. he had already began to follow riley’s rather spontaneous nature so high school was just the beginning of the wild ride for him.

riley was his introduction to dealing, during his senior year was when it started with people asking if he could get something for them and then it slowly rolled into him actually dealing and joining the wolves. after graduating he stupidly thought to enroll in a semester at the college but truthfully he was chasing the party lifestyle he built around it. the only good thing that came from that decision was the amount of clients he ended up making and through them was just connected to more and more. of course he eventually threw away the college life but always continued to chase the next good party even now. 

moving out of riley’s place was a way to grab some more independence than he already had but it was a bonus being around Lu & Santiago while doing so. he deals mostly but you’ll also catch him at La Luna serving drinks whenever he feels the need to have some consistency in his life. 

RANDOM???

he has a real difficult time going to sleep which often gets him doing stupid stuff during hours where people are “usually” asleep

loves music a lot, all genres and has taught himself how to play a few instruments although he’s not exactly so good on all of them 

he likes to drink way more than anything else, he’ll smoke a joint here and there and anything more than that would depend on the setting but is done way, way less

he’s got a bearded dragon named Ash and randomly he’ll take him out with him so, that’s a thing

CONNECTIONS???

roommates: with Lu & Santiago & ...

the typical exes, past hook ups ( left on good or bad terms ) best friends, ex best friends, enemies, someone he deals to etc

sleepless buddy: on the nights he can’t sleep ( almost every night ) this is the person he calls up to do something stupid with

healer: he gets hurt a lot whether from ridiculous stunts he pulls like jumping a fence or from a fight, whatever it may be this person helps him out if it ever gets bad enough to need some actual attention

music buddy: self explanatory, they get into music discussions for hours or go to shows together or try to learn something new or all of the above ya know