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VOL 1 ISSUE 1 - Copyright Big Sky Bulletin - Big Sky, Montana - September 2024 - $1.50
WELCOME TO BIG SKY
A TOWN BUILT ON HISTORY
A beautiful place such as Big Sky, Montana, didn't come from the easiest of beginnings. However, I'm sure the collective census will agree that everyone wants to make sure their beloved town stays beautiful. Today, that still rings true and would make good ol' Clovis Deveraux proud to see what it has become since the town created where he served as the first mayor of Big Sky! And no matter where you look, you can see the beauty in the town. From the view of the mountains to every store on Main Street, there's always something to see. If you ask me, someone who was born and raised in Big Sky, I'm always seeing something different even after all these years!
Big Sky was founded in 1893 and has seen its fair share of ups and downs, but mostly the city has done nothing but grow into what it is today: 131 years later. Visitors to Big Sky can enjoy the perks of living in a friendly place with access to a top-notch ski resort for their recreational enjoyment. There are plenty of places to shop and eat as well as an amazing theater! There's truly something to always peak your interest while you visit! Locals have the added bonus of enjoying exceptional schools for their children in Kindergarten through 12th grade! Once they're done with their first 12 years of school, they can move on to the award-winning Big Sky University to further their education while staying close to home!
No matter what it is though, Big Sky has it all that one would need or even possibly want! I know that I don't plan on leaving this beautiful place. As I was born and raised here, I aspire to also make sure my children and their children are also born and raised right here in this beautiful piece of Montana!
[smear:#19e6d2]I threw a wish in the well Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell And now you're in my way I trade my soul for a wish Pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn't looking for this But now you're in my way Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? Hey, I just met you And this is crazy But here's my number So call me, maybe It's hard to look right At you, baby But here's my number So call me, maybe Hey, I just met you And this is crazy But here's my number So call me, maybe And all the other boys Try to chase me But here's my number So call me, maybe You took your time with the call I took no time with the fall You gave me nothin' at all But still you're in my way I beg and borrow and steal At first sight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it But it's in my way Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad And you should know that I missed you so, so bad[/smear:#e61980:0]
Basics
Full Name | Berkley Raine Matheson Nicknames | Berk Birthday | October 15th Gender | Female Sexuality | Straight Occupation • Student Grade | Sophomore Age | 16 Club Affiliation | Wild Wolves Relationship | Single
Appearance
Face Claim | Emeraude Toubia Eye Color | Dark Chocolate Brown Hair Color | Black as Night Skin Color | Creamy White Scars/Markings | None Build | Curvy and Long legs that go on forever!
Personality
Love It! •
+ Hot Guys that are definitely bad boys. + Being on the school dance team. + Motocross since I definitely have a competitive streak. + Flying through the air on my bike. + Dance Competitions + My family even if they drive me crazy sometimes.
Hate It! •
- When my older brothers go into over protective mode. - Being underestimated. - Not being able to get a dance move right. - Fighting with my siblings. - People that knew my mom telling me I look like her. - My mom for taking off soon after my twin and I were born.
Strengths and Weaknesses •
+ My family + My friends + Living the club life - My family - My friends - Hot Bad Boys!
Fears •
• Wrecking my bike. • Losing one of my family. • Screwing up at a dance competition.
Dreams •
• Winning state and nationals dance competitions. • Making some hottie bad boy mine.
Full Personality: •
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.
The Family Tree
Father | Chase Rafferty Matheson (deceased) (Shot by a Mayan) Mother | Sybil Martinez Siblings | Renegade Chase Matheson, @lorenzo, Krew Austin Matheson, @princeton, Khaleesi Ash Matheson @ryler, @raph Spouse | None Children | None Other family | None that I know of.
History
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.
Role Player
Username • Berkley Age • 53 Cbox/Discord • Angie How Long Have You RP'd? • 18 years pretty much Comments • Nope How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie Any Other Characters • Who Plays Who
RPG Sample
Rayne sat away from the others somewhat. As it seemed like everyone was paired off but for him. Or they were with their friends. They’d been back from Sturgis for only a few days, and his dad, Rowdy, and Cain were throwing a bash at their place to try and take off some of the stress from what the trip had been. The Oklahoma boys and his dad, and Cain were taking turns getting up on the stage and singing. Oh and even Clyde had gotten up and sang. Their kids called out songs for them to sing, and they’d pick one from one of them. Of course his dad hadn’t asked him. It was mainly his baby brothers and once in a while Rafe or Ryder would yell out one.
Sturgis hadn’t really been any fun and he and his brothers had never gotten that tattoo that he designed. With all hell breaking loose everyone was on high alert the next week so his father and brothers had forgotten about it. He’d slept off and on that next week after what had happened to him. At least the stitches had gotten taken out finally so he didn’t have that discomfort. Though it still aches some, and Stephanie had said it probably would for some time as hard as he had been hit. It itched and bothered him, but he refrained from messing with it not wanting to get it infected as it was healing. The bruises were still there, but not as bad as they had been.
His dad’s attention today was either on Rosanna or his baby brothers most of the time. Feeling tired and left out he got up to head inside to his room. Rafe and Ryder’s attention was on their new found girlfriends. His gaze fell on Athena then who was talking to some of the other kids in the Jr Club, and there were a couple of guys that she was laughing and having fun with. He felt a pang in his heart, and weaved in and out of people to head inside. A stray tear ran down his cheek as he got inside, and he quickly brushed it away. He hissed in his breath at the pain when he had forgotten a moment about his wound. With a deep breath he headed up the stairs when he came up on them.
It wasn’t that much of a walk down the hallway to his room. The pounding of the music and the roar of the crowd outside was inside the house too, and it was giving him a headache. So all he wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Opening his door a sound caught his attention. Looking up he gasped as there were a couple of guys in the room with their girls having fun on his bed as well as Simon’s bed. He gaped in shock for a few moments, before turning bright red not knowing what to do. He jumped when one of them yelled at him to get out. Quickly he ducked out his head pounding even more and realized then that he wasn’t alone upstairs as he saw others in the hallways too.
Looking up and down the hallways he noticed people going in and out of the theater rooms too. Walking down to his dad’s room he thought he might find some relief in there, but his dad must have locked his door. He tried Rowdy’s and Cain’s finding both of them locked. There was nowhere to go he realized, and he headed back down stairs trying not to cry. That wouldn’t look good in front of the sons around. There was a lot that he had no idea who they were. Including the ones that had been in his room having fun. Feeling lost and really left out he turned at the stairs and a drunk son knocked into him knocking him down. He saw stars when his head hit the corner of a baseboard. Laughter was heard, and then they ignored him. Sitting up he held his hand to his head, and when he pulled away there was blood on his head.
He cringed as his head was killing him even more now. Pulling himself up he hears something crash and shatter somewhere. His vision was a little blurry now, and he felt the blood trickling down his forehead. There had to be somewhere that he could go, and he thought of the garage. Making his way down that way he put the code into the door knowing it had been locked up for the party. His dad was taking any chances with his panhead with someone messing with it. Once the door shut behind him the sound was suddenly gone as the garage seemed to be soundproof. His ears were ringing though from the never ending sound from before.
With an unsteady breath he made his way over to his bike not even fighting the tears now. Sitting on it he laid his head down against the cool gas tank and the sobs came unable to stop them. He wasn’t feeling good at all, and when he lifted his head a while later there was a lot of blood on his bike. Had to be from where he had hit his head. A ride might help him feel better was his thoughts, and he got off pushing his bike out a side door, and around some bikes getting on his bike after making sure the garage was locked back up. If it wasn’t his dad, Rowdy, and Cain not to mention the others with bikes in there would kill him.
Starting his bike he rode down the driveway with the guards not even looking twice at him as there were sons and jr club members coming right and left. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks and there was still blood trickling down so his vision was still a bit blurred. Right now he didn’t care, he just had to get away, and hopefully clear his head. His dad and brothers as well as the others would probably never even notice he was gone. They were having too much fun. A while later he realized that the ride wasn’t helping, and he stopped not even knowing where he was. He hadn’t been this way yet. Only the other direction into town. The throbbing in his head was even worse, and all he wanted was his dad right now.
Turning his bike around he tried to wipe the tears away and the blood, but it wasn’t helping much. With a deep breath he headed back. With his vision obscured, he didn’t see the cloud of dust coming down a dirt road not far away. When he turned on the next road thinking he was going in the right direction the car came out of nowhere. Unable to stop he ran right into it, and he was suddenly flying through the air. The impact of hitting the road knocked him out.
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