I'm not an easy man. I don't always go by the book either. I'm tough and made of steel is what some tell me. A bullet can still penetrate my skin though so don't be fooled. I have a weak spot for a woman in trouble. Which often gets me into trouble trying to help them. Gotten into a few brawls over helping a girl out in a bar here and there in my travels. To my family I'm loveable and am a great listener when they need one. I'm there for them whenever they need something. My sisters definitely have me wrapped around their little fingers.

[smear:#20f8d4]Positive Traits:[/smear:#7019e6:0]
1)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
2)Ambitious: Driven by the desire to achieve a particular goal.
3)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.
4)Industrious: Working with devotion and determination.
5)Cautious: Given to prudent forethought before acting.
6)Supportive: Providing encouragement and assistance to others.

[smear:#7019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#20f8d4:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
5)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.
6)Violent: Using physical force to intimidate, abuse, or cause injury.

My parents both came from old money. Born and raised in Big Sky. Dad says he and mom hated one another as kids, but it turned into something electrifying for them as they became teenagers. From what I remember of my mother she was definitely a force to be reckoned with. I was five when she died in childbirth with my little sister Khaleesi. Dad had help from the old ladies of the Wild Wolves, after mom died with a few other old ladies to help him out with five of us kids at the time.

A few years later dad met a lady, and they ended up getting married. He rose up in the charter becoming the president. To this union three more kids were born bringing us up to eight kids in total. There were twins first Ryler and Raphaella, and a year after them the baby girl Berkley was born. My step mother ran off with the UPS driver shortly after having Berkley, and dad well he never remarried after she ran off leaving him again with babies on his hands. He was through with women. He still missed my own mother who he had deeply loved. It wasn't like she'd ever taken a liking to my siblings and I. Nor to her own children. She just liked my dad.

When I turned eighteen I prospected the Wild Wolves with my dad as my sponsor. My year was almost up when we were on a run. I usually wasn't allowed, but this was a toy run so it was all legit. Only we ran into some Mayans. I watched in horror when they shot my father down and a few others. I returned fire on them killing the one who had killed my father. Something changed in me that day. Bringing out the hard side of myself. I didn't take shit from anyone after that. At only eighteen with the help of Tyler James, I became the legal guardian of all seven of my younger siblings.

Two years later my little brother Lorenzo turned eighteen and I was his sponsor into the Wild Wolves. With him of age we shared responsibility for our younger siblings, and I let him take over almost all of the responsibility as I became a nomad and hunted down the rest of the Mayans that had been there the day our father was killed, and finished them off. I became a bounty hunter bringing my brothers into the business and making it a family one. When my little sister Khaleesi came of age we let her become the secretary. We didn't let her become a bounty hunter, preferring her stay in the office to handle the business side. Still didn't stop her from getting into trouble trying to learn on her own. We didn't realize she was doing it till she ended up in the hospital. We definitely laid into her telling her how foolish she had been. She had gotten some great information undercover before her identity was blown. So we gave in, and trained her ourselves letting her in on more of the business. Parts of it we knew she wouldn't get hurt. If we didn't she would have kept doing it on her own.

One by one my younger brothers had become Wild Wolves. With the one before him sponsoring him. That made four of us sons by now. Me, Lorenzo, Krew, and Princeton. Our baby brother will be turning eighteen soon and can begin to prospect. When that time comes Princeton will be sponsoring Ryler. It’s become tradition in our family to do it this way.

While dad was making his way up through the club he still had time for us, and other things. One of my favorite memories of him was when he gave me my mini bike. We spent hours that day with him teaching me how to ride, and sharing all his wisdom with me. Course that wisdom didn’t stick with me. He instilled it in me over the years. He was my idol, superman to me, and I knew he loved us kids more than anything. He was there giving me my dirtbike when I graduated up to it, and teaching me more skills on it.

When I hit junior high I tried all the sports. I basically stuck with football, and motocross after seventh grade. I’d rather be out in the wide open and tearing up the track on a dirtbike than cooped up at school where I’m being told what to do. During the winter I didn’t mind skiing and tried out for the skiing team making it. Never really went far with it, but I enjoyed it all the way up to my senior year.

After dad died though vengeance set in me and I didn’t rest till I hunted down the rest of those mayans and finished them off. After that a peace settled in me. I settled more into raising my younger siblings. I wasn’t alone in this. Lorenzo was a great help with them, and he was a good influence on them. I didn’t take time for what I once enjoyed. Oh I did enjoy other things now. A woman now and then, the little things with my younger siblings. Being there for them. Going to all their games, recitals, Berkeley’s dances.

Friday night lights were my favorite while watching Ryler play football. Sitting in the stands with popcorn that would go flying when a touchdown was scored for Big Sky. My other brothers, Khaleesi and I cheered till we were losing our voices. The rest of the Wild Wolves filling up the bleachers, and drowning out the other side’s cheering. Some of the guys would sit on their bikes outside the fence and let off the rolling thunder when our team scored. At half time when the dance team danced we’d all be cheering for them as well. Berk was amazing when she’d dance. You could tell that she loved it.

After she danced we’d go to the concession stand getting more bags of popcorn, hotdogs or hamburgers. Sometimes both along with a couple of pops and head back up into the stands with our pockets stuffed with candy we had bought too. We’d be ready to cheer on the team when they came back out onto the field ready to play.