I'm an overachiever. I loved to study and read every book I could get my hands on. I'm calm, cool, and collected most of the time. I get lost in books, and could live in my head forever enjoying it. I even go to bed and dream that I am in the book and having the good old time or bad time whichever happened in my latest book. I loved to pretend I was one of the Goddess girls too when I was little. Always dressing up like them and acting out the parts. So it was easy for me when I hit junior high and high school going out for the plays. I loved putting myself out there and acting like I was someone else.

[smear:#19e6da]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9019e6:0]
1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
2)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
3)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
4)Organized: Being orderly and systematic in one's handling of matters.
5)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
6)Tolerant: Accepting of the beliefs, ideas, and behavior of others, even when they oppose one's own.

[smear:#9019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6da:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
4)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
5)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
6)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.

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. My mom died having me. That's something I don't like to think about. 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.

I loved it when I finally was old enough to go to school. Learning to read opened up whole new worlds for me. Mythology books quickly became one of my favorites. The goddess girl series was my favorite, and when a new book came out it was usually waiting on the kitchen table for me with my dad or one of my big brothers getting it for me. I'd hole up in my room forgetting to even stop and eat as I lost myself in the book.

Though with getting a mini bike when I turned four I was often pulled outside by my brothers to tide with them. Later in years I graduated to a dirt bike. I could be quite the tomboy though. I’d come in covered in dirt from riding. Dad would just laugh and tell me to go get cleaned up as he did my brothers. I was quite competitive and still am. Especially against my brothers. Trying to make them forget that I was just a girl. That I was one of the guys, and not to be taken lightly.

I was the top of my class from Preschool all the way through college. Sure I played sports especially softball in the summers. It was more fun to play baseball with the boys though. During the school year I played softball and basketball. Even was a cheerleader for football. I was in all kinds of clubs and in the school plays. There was nothing that I didn't try I don't think. I pretty much enjoyed all of it. At least back then nobody really noticed my dad was a biker. It wasn't till college that I picked up on those vibes.

I was eleven when I was told daddy wasn't coming home again. He'd been shot by a Mayan and killed. I thought I would be all dried up of tears, but they kept coming for weeks as I missed my dad. Sitting through the funeral had been the hardest thing of all. Ren was different after that. He wasn't the playful loveable older brother that he had been. I was told that he had witnessed dad dying. Don't get me wrong he was still loveable to us, and protected us by keeping us together. It was just that he was more hardened after that. He didn't play around with us younger ones as much. It was like some of the light went out of his eyes.

One by one my older brothers became Wild Wolves following in our dad's footsteps. When Lorenzo turned eighteen Ren took off for a while. It wasn't till I was older that I found out he had hunted down the rest of the Mayans that had been there the day dad was killed and he took them out. It didn't shock me, and I was glad that he had. They had taken our father from us that I still miss everyday of my life. It never got any easier with his loss. I try and go to the cemetery as much as I can to talk to dad. Let him know what’s going on. Always taking fresh daisies with me that had been mom’s favorite I was told. Dad always had a fondness for them.

When I was younger dad would take me to visit mom’s grave. I was always hesitant knowing she had died giving me life. Dad encouraged me slowly, not pushing me to open up to my mother. Telling how much she’d been looking forward to me. That it wasn’t my fault that she had died. There had been complications that couldn’t be remedied. At least she had gotten to hold me and gave me my name. Dad said she was the little girl that she had been longing for. Though she’d have wanted to dress me up in cute lace and frilly dresses. He laughed at the face I had made about that. He always added she’d have loved me however I turned out. Just as he did.

It wasn’t till dad died that I finally faced my fear, and actually spoke to my mother at her gravesite. Asking her to take care of daddy and keep watching over us. It became routine for me to talk to her and him both when I’d visit their graves after that. I tried to go on every holiday no matter how cold it was. I’d bundle up and take the snowmobile. Ren followed me one time to see where I would go after he heard there was a blizzard moving in. He let me be when he got there though I was a bit self-conscious knowing that he was there. After a while he joined me, and to my shock he was talking to them like I did. Then he rushed us home when the snowflakes started to thicken getting us home just in the nick of time.

I had few girlfriends since most of them were dunderheads and just wanted to get close to my brothers. At least they would put the girl in their place when that did happen. Which was only less than a few times, before I realized what was happening. The last girl I caught on right away, and punched her getting suspended from school for a week. No, I didn't get into trouble at home for sticking up for myself. My brothers were the one who taught me how to fight after all.

Growing up together my best friend was Wolfer Hart. He was the only boy I really let in. That knew my secrets, and I trusted him with my heart. It wasn’t till junior high that I started having strange feelings for him. Ones that my anger would rile up when some girl would come up and flirt with him. I’d hold it in though, taking it out on something at home that needed to be destroyed. My brothers thought I was crazy watching me, and I wouldn’t tell them what was wrong. After a while they stopped asking, just letting me get my frustrations out.

One day I had enough and hit a girl that was flirting with him. Yeah I got into trouble getting suspended for a few days from school. That was later in our seventh grade year. I didn’t talk to him the whole time I was suspended, and avoided him when I went back to school. Till one day I felt like I was going to explode again. We were at the clubhouse after school, and I marched right up to him telling him that he was going to be mine whether he liked it or not. Then I kissed him. That was in front of the club members, including my brothers and his and a lot of others who let out hoots and hollers. After that we were inseparable.

After graduation I joined the bounty hunter business my brothers had started up. Of course they wouldn't let me do anything but the book work, and answer phones. Saying it wasn't safe for me to help with the actual jobs we took on. Well when one came in one day it intrigued me so I kept it to myself. Actually went undercover into it to get intel on them. Unfortunately I was ratted out, and ended up in the hospital after they almost killed me. Boy, were my brothers pissed, but at least it opened their eyes up. They were able to bust up the job that I had been looking into, and got a really good bounty on the ones they caught. Wolfer wasn’t happy with me either, and he let me know.

I was ready to head back out there, but my brothers detoured me. Instead of totally stopping me though they trained me in the field. Biggest lesson I learned was never to go in alone without any kind of backup. I wasn't going to let my guard down again, and almost get killed. I wasn't totally stupid. Yeah it was a harebrained scheme going in before undercover on my own. I will admit that. I learned a lot from my brothers and have been helping the last few years on all of the bounties taken in. Whether actually in the field or in the office I did both.