I'm a risk taker pushing my limits. Even though I'm the youngest I don't want to be known as just the baby of the family. I want to make myself what I want to be. I love dancing. Been in dancing class since I was four years old. Made the competition team when I was six. Been going to state and national competitions since then, but always come in second or third.

I was six when dad let me start doing motocross and I learned I really had a competitive streak then. I'd been riding since dad got me a minibike when I turned four. I can be my own worst enemy when it comes to picking apart my performances finding everything wrong that I had done. Only to perfect it to be better than ever. My artistic abilities started coming out when I began to choreograph my own dances.

[smear:#19e6d2]Positive Traits: [/smear:#e61980:0]
1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
2)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn.
3)Philosophical: Inclined to the reflective study of beliefs, attitudes, values, and concepts connected with our existence; deep-thinking.
4)Socially Aware: Being aware of the wrongs within society and desiring to correct them.
5)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight.
6)Focused: Having fixed concentration and attention.

[smear:#e61980]Negative Traits: [/smear:#19e6d2:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Materialistic: Being trendy (in regard to fashion, pop culture, etc.)
3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge. You don't mess with my siblings or you will see this side of me!
4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. Especially when it comes to buying the latest in fashion!
5)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
6)Tactless: Speaking the whole truth regardless of one's audience.

I was born in Big Sky, Montana to Chase and Sybil Matheson. The youngest of eight kids. Anyhow my oldest five siblings are my half siblings as they had a different mom. Unfortunately she died having Khaleesi. Though I guess if she hadn't then Ryler, Raph and I would never have been born. Ryler and Raph, who are a year older than me, and I have the same parents. Though to be honest were siblings period half isn't ever thought of. We all love one another so it doesn't matter.

Our mom ran off with some guy when I was a baby so we never knew her. Never have met her or know where she is. Which is fine with me since she just left us. We grew up just fine with just our dad, and the old ladies of the Wild Wolves helping him. Dad was a member of the Wild Wolves MC, just like all of our older brothers. Well except Ry who's only seventeen. Though I'm sure he'll be prospecting as soon as he turns eighteen which isn't that far off. I suppose I should get back to the history though so here goes.

From an early age I loved music and moving with the beat of it. Dancing around after learning my first steps. Ren swears I was born dancing. Ren's my oldest brother. He's awesome, and I love him. He's always there for us if we need him. When we were little he was the one patching up our boo boos and kissing them to make us feel better. Now he’s our guardian and takes that to heart protecting, and caring for us. He’s the best in my opinion, and couldn’t ask for a better guardian.

I started taking dancing lessons when I turned four. Was doing solo's by the time I was five. As well as dancing with the older kids as good as I was. Made the competition team when I turned six. Around when I turned five dad put me in tumbling classes too so that was fun. Especially combining them in the dances that I did in dance. All of my older siblings and dad would be at my recitals watching. Clapping and cheering the loudest especially with my solos. Even with that I never took for granted how good I was or flaunted it. I loved dancing. Losing myself in the dance and feeling good about what I was doing. There was no other feeling that compared to it.

I was six when I was told Daddy had gone to heaven that he wasn't coming home. I hadn't understood at all throwing a fit wanting my dad. Which didn't help I'm sure. I didn't understand any of it though. Ren had just held me as I kicked and screamed till I was just crying in his arms. Still after that I was always asking where daddy was as I didn't understand. I would just cry wanting my daddy. There are still days that I cry, but in private not letting my siblings see the grief I still feel over daddy being gone.

Ren took care of us, and I'm sure it wasn't easy especially with my moods all over the place after losing dad. Still he was there for me and my other siblings. Keeping us together no matter what. Before daddy had died he'd let me start motocross with my older siblings. When I'd soar through the air it felt as if daddy was right there with me keeping me afloat for a few more seconds. A feeling that gave me butterflies in my stomach. It's one of the things I love doing that makes me still feel close to my daddy.

Dance was my passion though, and I kept it up all through the years. Never once taking it for granted. I became a cheerleader in Junior High and played sports. As well as keeping up with my dancing and motocross. If my grades slacked Ren would threaten I would have to drop something so I got them right back up, and kept them there. No matter how tired I was. I always felt a sense of accomplishment though. Being proud of the fact I had accomplished something.

Starting high school I tried out for the school dance team instead of being a cheerleader. Yeah I made the team there was no doubt about that. My older siblings tried to make it for all of my performances which made me feel good with them there supporting me. The years were flying by, and before I knew it my sophomore year was over. I still had dance competitions this summer though that were going to keep me busy.

The anniversary of my daddy's death is always hard for me. Even trying to dance doesn't help the grief that comes over me. We visited daddy's grave, leaving flowers for him. Just as we do for his birthday. Then we spend time as a family reminiscing about daddy. Our older siblings telling us stories. Some of them we have heard time after time, but they never get old. Or a new memory surfaces that we haven't heard of. The memory of our daddy lives in all of us and one that will live forever in us.

My older brothers and older sister Khaleesi have a bounty hunting business. I have no dreams of joining it at the present time. I'm more into my dancing and motocross than thinking about my future just yet. I do know that dancing will definitely be part of my future though. I just don't know how yet. I have thought about having my own dance studio one day and passing on my love of dance to younger generations. When we had the little kids dance on for my High school Dance I absolutely adored the little ones and taught them the dances. It's definitely something to think about. I want to live in the moment right now though.