Guns, motorcycles, hot guys, and sexy chicks.

Herrow :3

Well this here is a motorcyle gang/club topic >D
Here there's bikes, guns, love, drugs, etc.
yes, you get leather jackets and patches to go along with your char.
Yes, you get your own chopper.
Yes, you can do drugs and drink and such in this topic, just dont get too nasty.
Yes sadly people die, a lot.
Yes, you get to pick your own club rank.
Yes, my cat is retarded.
Yes we have special tattoos that look like our gang symbol and name :3

Requirements/Rules/Lookouts/Warnings::

● Please chopper like bikes only (so it can look cool >D)
● Disrespecting a clubmember can get you killed.
● NEVER EVER hit a woman.
● ALWAYS protect female members.
● Keep your head in game at all times. (as in watch the fuck out)
● Okay yeah, we get it, your charie profile is badd ass, blahblahblah, Keep the bragging to yourself.
● Wearing the customized leather jackets at all times is an abosolute requirement ;D (except around the popo)
● Just not around cops.
● No cockyness to the feds. We don't need to be stalked T_T
● No cops know that we're a bike club, keep shit to yourself.
● Yes there is rival gangs, a bunch actually.


JACKETS::

Well heres the cool part >D
This is what our jackets look like::

Except the skull is in the middle of the back and above it says "OUTLAWS"
below the skull it says "OREGON"
BESIDE it it says "MC" for Motorcycle club.
To understand why it says all this, click here::
http://www.gangscene.co.nz/images/back-patch-vest-motorcycle-gang.jpg

CLUB RANKS::

Typically a motorcycle club consists of a President, Vice President, Treasurer, Secretary, Road Captain, and Sergeant-at-Arms, then regular members and associates of the club.

● President :: Anthony (tony)

The President is the leader of a chapter/club, and may be voted into this position or have it handed down from the previous President. Their power varies from club to club, either requiring a popular vote to have their wishes forwarded, or simply ordering members to complete them. Generally acts the signatory for the club in legal contracts.


● Vice President :: Rowan

The Vice President is the second in command, and will lead in times where the President cannot (such as illness or incarceration). In some clubs, the President may be a figurehead of sorts and the Vice President will be the "true" leader of a club. He is either voted into this position, or appointed by the President.

● Secretary :: Thune

The Secretary is best described as the bookkeeper of a club, and will maintain membership details, meeting minutes. The Secretary usually arranges club meetings. He is either voted into this position or appointed by the President

● Treasurer :: Rodney

The Treasurer handles the assets and financial records of the club. Club properties may be owned in the Treasurer's name. He may also sign legal contracts for the club. Either voted or appointed.

● Sergeant-at-arms :: Daniel

The Sergeant-at-Arms. Their basic role is to keep order at meetings and handle clubhouse and club security. In "outlaw" clubs, this role may extend to leading the club in attacks during war, and trying to identify members deemed to be disloyal or potentially acting for law enforcement, then handling them - usually brutally. They may also provide members with weapons if necessary

● Road Captain ::

Road Captain. Organises routes for clubs to take when out on a ride, and ensures safety on the road. I am unsure what their role extends to in "outlaw" clubs.

● Life Members ::
.:Marissa:.


A few motorcycle gangs have life-membership which is awarded to long-standing patchmembers for their contribution to the club. Life-members have the right to take part in the running of the club, however, their attendance at meetings and club events isn’t compulsory. Life-members retain their patch even though they may no longer take an active part in the gang. Some life-members retire although they are still technically part of the gang until they die.

● Friends of the club ::

“Friends of the Club” are close supporters of a gang. They are often “regulars” at the clubhouse and actively support the gang, attending functions and taking part in events.

Okay so theres the basics.
Now heres the damn form you've been waiting for.

FORM::

Name::
Age::
Gender::
Race::
Rank::
Personality::
Looks::
Crush::
Likes::
Dislikes::
History::
Bike looks::
Other::





©Laynna The Freak©

Name:: Anthony (or Tony) johnson
Age:: 26
Gender:: Male
Race:: full blooded demon
Rank:: President
Personality:: calm, quiet at times, usually angry, more of a leader, flexible, protective of his family.
Looks:: http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldsm129EPm1qcc32mo1_500.jpg he has one blue eye and one dark brown eye, he has one lip piercing, and black gages and he is partially blind in his blue eye. WHen his demon takes over they turn pure black then when he gets angry they turn pure red.
Crush:: His wife
Likes:: to ride his bike, Thune
Dislikes:: everyone who doesnt listen. and everything. when people hurt his wife
History:: Anthony's father was part demon, anythony grew up in this gang, he took it over once his father died. The gang was wiped now, now that anythony recruits old friend, he has to watch his back, for the demon in his soul is like his evil self conscience. Now he leaves in angry hate with his loved wife, THune and gang.
Other:: His bike looks like dish:: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmlJ2al7e_k/SwvBe7ncgYI/AAAAAAAAHps/56y-esOrhek/s640/Harley-Davidson+Night+Rod+Special+1.jpg with chrome skulls :3

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Name:: Marissa Lynn Evans (Maiden name :: Johnson)) (Hewitt)
Age:: 23
Gender:: female
Race:: human/angel
Rank:: life member
Personality:: strong, loyal, sarcastic, outgoing. pissed when her bar gets all messy, loving and kind.
Looks::http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8XEBHH_BlA/TaFwgiVfzyI/AAAAAAAAADU/cpFEwoFTN9o/s1600/wow-sexy-face-cute-beautiful-pretty-brunette-close-up-amazing-Beauty-amazing-eyes-faces-Kobiety-k-album-ceca-beatiful-ladies-3-17-10-Love-Couples-lovers-look-%25D0%25B4%25D0%25B5%25D0%25B2%25D1%2583%25D1%2588%25D0%25BA%25D0%25B8-sexy-girls-eyes_large.jpg
she has green eyes and her left ear cartilige is pierced,xD spiked rose tattoos that wind on her back and rgiht shoulder, and her new tat of the club
her rose tattooos: http://beautyhill.com/img/arts/2011/Mar/12/871/rose_tattoo_2_thumb.jpg like that but they're on her back and they wind up to her right shoulder, in the uppper middle part of her back she has the gang skull symbol
Crush:: Rodney, her husband
Likes:: Rodney, uhhhh, booze.
Dislikes:: getting drunk, supernatural shit.
History:: Marissa was adopted by Anthony's parents as an orhphan. Her real name is Marissa Lynn Hewitt. But now its just Marissa Lynn (johnson) EVans. She knew Anthony since she was 13, They're both like brother and sister. Hostiles. But since she cares about her family she decided to join. She also was a nurse so she knows some thing on medical crap, she is now living under her bar thats she tends to while living happily with her husband, Rodney<3
Bike looks:: red with black roses on it
Other:: n.a
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Name:: Kam (Kameron)
Age:: 22
Gender:: Female
Race:: Human
Rank:: uh life memba
Personality:: shy, quiet, jumpy at times, sweet, caring, easy going.
Looks:: http://tinkerbelltattoo.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/3f979f26ffVonD19.jpg.jpg (except her nose isnt fucked up looking?) snake bites, gauges, here are her tattoo sleeves ::
right arm:: http://tattoozupdates.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/Sleeve-Tattoo-Pictures-10.jpg
left arm:: http://www.tattoodonkey.com/pics/f/l/flower-sleeve-tattoo-designs-21-l-c-tattoodonkey.com.jpg
Crush:: n.a
Likes:: vodka ( A LOT) being a tattoo artist
Dislikes:: not much actually, shes pretty easy going
History:: Kam is a tattoo artist with her own shop in the city, shes been best friend with Marissa all her life till they got seperated. AFter her ex boyfriends drinking obsession of rape and abusing her, she gave up and... ran away. Losing her tattoo shop (she sold it) then showing up at the bar one day. She now wants to join the gang. SHe doesnt like talking about her past.
Bike looks:: http://aracizzle.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/led_motorcycle_purple.jpg
Other: n.a

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UPDATED 11/12/2011

Anthony plays pool with some dumbass who keeps hitting the wrong ball. he sits down in a chair lighting a cigarette. He looks around seeing Thune walk in. His eyes shift to the man who yells at him, he rolls his eyes. Seeing the man yells remarks at Thune, Anthony stands up grabbing his pool stick and choking the fat man from behind, My father taught me how to respect my mother when I was 13 the hard way... Would you like to know what happens when you disrespect ssomeone?
The man coughs shaking his head.
He also told me that it takes 6 pounds to kill someone by choking them with your bare hand. Lets see if we hit the "holy" number 7... Anthony presses harder, breaking the pool stick as the fat guy falls dead.

Natalie pokes her head out of her office, hearing the commotion and the cheering from the other gang members, her face morphs slowly to a smile as she nods her silent thanks to tony before closing the door again and sitting back in her chair, her hand twitches slightly as she watches a woman stumble into her office and fall down into a chair. Uhm... She speaks rather quiet but coldly as she realizes one of the gang members girlfriends by the specific tattoo on her neck. Thune gently lifts her up with her arms and carries her out into the main room, laying her down onto one of the couches before strolling hastily back into her office with out a response to anyone.

Anthony stands there for a minute after telling someone to clean up the mess he walks into the main office, Any threat messages from rival gangs again? i also need you to tell everyone that meeting is tomorrow, pick a time and lemme know. Im going home. he turns to leave, stopping and looking through a doorway seeing a chick from the gang, Should we break the news that I killed her boyfriend last week.. or Anthony stops short. Pulling out his gun he just shoots the lazy ass whore, She was sleeping with another rival gang anyways.

Thune looks through the large stacks of paper ontop of the file cabinents full of guns. she looks back at Anthony and shrugs. No Threat messages, will do on the meeting. She lowers her head and looks at the floor quietly, not bothering to think of saying anything else.

Anthony smiles at her then leaves the room. Going through the bar he ignores the stupid whores that were brought with other gang members. He glares at each of them as if telling them to get a life. Leaving the bar he hops onto his bike, roaring it to life. Driving 30 miles south to his house. pressing the keys into the gate he enters as it opens very fucking slowly, parking his bike into his garage/studio apartment/like warehouse/ like/ place. He sits down after grabbing a bottle of scotch, drinking himself to sleep as the demon takes control of the rest.

Thune walks back towards her office and then goes around and tells everyone in the gang about the big meeting tomorrow before slipping back into her helmet and climbing onto her bike. Letting it purr to life she spins it around and drives south towards her house, Ariving she opens the gate and drives her bike up to the garage and parks it into the garage before walking up and into the house, she sits quietly on the floor while the music blares through the speakers attached all over her house. She lays down with her arms crosses at her sides staring at the ceiling.

Anthony wakes up with a hangover. he pulls out his cell, noticing that it was broken he throws it across the room into the trash can with the other cells.Standing up and noticing blood all over his body (he has his shirt off, SEXXXYYY >D), he growls going off to take a shower. After the shower he puts on simple jeans and black tee. Pulling out a cell from a drawer he speed dials Thune.

Thune lets out a loud yawn as her hand slaps the cellphone sitting on her table. grabbbing it she answers with a very lazy, Ello...? She rubbed her eyes, looking around for the clock, she threw her remote at the speaker so it would stop playing.

Anthony rubs his eyes, What times the meeting? he yawns, stretching.

Thune rises to her feet, yawning and stretching as well she looks at the calendar. Few hours, you have some time Boss. She repiles as she goes to get some cinimon toast crunch and a bottle of rum.

Okay, I'll be at the bar in a while. he hangs up. Walking to his bike he puts shades on, opening the garage door he sighs at the brightness. Driving off into mayhem, punching in the code he drives off fast enough to end up in a random desert. Oregon didnt have many deserts unless you lived in teh east. Anthony arrives in the desert, doing shooting practice in his old shack underground where he keeps an extra bed just in case he has been found. He walks up back in the cave after a couple of hours he pops back out and back on his bike. He arrives to the bar with his daily attitude. Walking into the main meeting room he sits in his chair at the long rectangle where the club meets. Rubbing his temples.

Thune hiccups as she arrives at the bar, walking into the back she lays down on the couch and stairs at the ceiling, tying her bandanna over her eyes to block the brightness from everyone who came and bugged her. She had one hand gripped tightly around a rosary wrapped around her throat as she laid her arm over her face to block out the noise and the flashing from the seizure lights

Anthony looks up, closing the shades to the club and the light from outside. He puts his feet on the table, waiting for the meeting to start he outs his hand on the back of his head. Singing to one of his fav songs.

Thune looks around at the sudden shutting of the shades, smiling softly at anthony before laying her head back down, singing the lyrics from one song she remembered hearing one time. waiting as well for the meeting to begin.

Finally as the meeting starts, the gang members pile in, crowding the room. Anthony still having his shades on sits up right, About time. ANyways, we've been losing members for their stupid reckless actions. I need all of you to get your head out of your asses, just cause you're in this club doesn't mean you can FUCKING BE A DUMBASS WITH ALL THE PUSSIES GROWING ON YOUR DICK. he growls. His eyes glowing. Not realizing he stood up he continues, If you aren't true to this club, put your patches down and get the fuck out before i kill you. He crosses his arms. Glaring through his shades.

Thune quietly lays on her couch as she listens to Tony yell at the rest of the "crew". She stares through the bandanna at the ceiling, wondering if she'd be removed from the group just because she was a chick.

The membs (short for members xDD) stand there. chicken shit. Anthony sits back down, Now choose. Or leave this room right now. A couple membs take off their pacthes off their jackets, Taking those off too they put them on a table. As one spits on Anthonys jacket, no warning at a all, a gun pulls out and straight through the guys head. Anthony stood there, his glasses thrown across the room. Anthony looks at Thune, Sorry.

Thune jumps slightly, looking nervously at anthony. U...Uhm... It's fine Boss.. her voice trembles as she grips onto the couch, her nails diggging into it.

You're perfectly fine. You actually do work around here, I 'm proud of that. His eyes softer now as he calms down, he walks over to her, moving her feet he sits on the couch, grabbing her hand he feels much more calmer. He looks down at the floor.

She relaxes as she tilts her head down to hide the blush rising on her cheeks, the bandanna sliding down her neck as she looks at his hand wrapped around hers. Oh... Okay... She says as a smile forces its way to her lips.

Anthony smiles back for a moment, till a guy comes rushing in, Boss, a rival gang just showed up! They look pissed.
Anthony sits up, almost like flying to his cabinet drawer thing, pulling out guns, he hands the guy a bunch to give to the mebs. Tossing two pistols to Thune, he loads his rifle. Looking at Thune, Stay here. No matter what, if you have to get in the cellar. Anthony looks to the latch hidden in the floor.
Walking out into the bar, he sits down on a stool, the rifle behind his back.
A mexican rival leader walks in, Eh, Tony, wheres mi bitch and money?
Anthony shakes his head, Oh, the bitch who i killed last night for sleeping with you and one of my gang members who I did indeed kill last week, that bitch? Oh well shes dead.
The mexican basically hisses, his crew walking right in. Anthony pulls out his rifle shooting the bitch dead. Starting a gun fight, bullets fly everywhere. He backflips into the bar part, hiding under the bar. He gets up once in a while to shoot the damn mexicans. He looks into the confress room, regretting the closed shades that were being ripped through by bullets. Fear strikes him.