I'm a romantic at heart and wear it on my sleeve. I'm usually a pretty popular guy even though I don't try to stand out in a crowd. I like to just be myself and not let others sway me from being so. I am an outgoing lovable kind of guy. I'm always courteous to everyone, and polite. I've been told I have a magnetic personality drawing people in. Making true friends. I am definitely loyal to the core. I'm definitely brave, and courageous. I take my traits to the core believing in them. I've been told that my smile is infectious and makes people want to be around me. My protectiveness over my younger siblings is something fierce, and you definitely don’t want to mess with them. I'm usually calm cool and collected.

[smear:#19e6e2]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9019e6:0]
1)Charming: Having a pleasing personality; being appealing to others.
2)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
3)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature.
4)Patriotic: Having love for or loyalty to one's country. Loyalty more to my ancestors who settled the valley here.
5)Traditional: Acting and thinking in accordance with established beliefs and practices.
6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.

[smear:#9019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6e2:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Extravagant: Exceeding the limits of sensibility or need.
3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure
4)Mischievous: Playing practical jokes.
5)Evasive: Having an unforthcoming manner; avoiding self-revelation. Especially when keeping secrets.
6)Lazy: Disinclined to exercise or work; not energetic or vigorous. Always on my day off.

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. I was told my mother was definitely a force to be reckoned with. My mom died having my little sister Khaleesi. Dad had help from the old ladies of the Wild Wolves, after mom died 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 club 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.

It was a cool Spring day when I was born. My name is Krew Austin Matheson. I had three older brothers welcoming me home. Renegade, Lorenzo, and Princeton. I was barely a year old when mom died having my sister Khaleesi so I don't remember my mother at all. Ren was only five, but he was the best big brother as far back as I can remember. Always watching out for us younger ones. Nobody dared picked on any of us when he was around.

Dad gave me my mini bike on my fourth birthday. Though before that He'd already been teaching me on my older brothers bikes that were stashed in the old shed when they graduated to dirt bikes. I'd taken to it right away, but I had more fun when dad would give me a ride on his Harley. That was the day I dreamed about. Turning sixteen and getting my own Harley. Even so when I graduated to a dirt bike was one helluva day! I was tearing up that track with my big brothers in no time. A year later Khaleesi was joining us and us Mathesons gained a reputation on the tracks growing up.

Starting junior high I went out for all the sports that I could. My brother Prince was an eighth grader and made sure I knew where to go and that I was alright. My siblings and I are all close and have one another's backs. Football was a great sport and I found out I was good getting to play. Other sports came easy as well, and I loved the comraderies between my teammates. When high school started up I kept playing. Especially football. Freshman year Prince was a Sophomore and Lorenzo was a junior. So the three of us got to play together for two years. Ren had graduated my eighth grade year so I didn't get to play with him.

As for girls I started liking them back in junior high, and dated around a little. Freshman year Miley Summers started liking me, and she was hot in my opinion. She was more than tempting, and we were soon together. My friends were warning me about her right and left, but I ignored them. Nobody knew that we were an item thought and Miley set some rules up for us. We were together, but secretly was number one. I couldn't tell anyone. She would put on a front too dating others making it seem like we weren't together. As for me I stayed single in the public eye staying true to her.

During my freshman year we lost dad. He and a few other's of the club were shot down by Mayans. Ren who was only eighteen witnessed the whole thing killing the man who had shot our dad. He changed after that having an edge or something about him then. He was still our big overprotective older brother that was there for us when we needed him. That week was hell though burying dad and going through everything. We held together as a family though. Thankfully Ren got custody of us so we all got to stay together.

We were barley together when she took my virginity. I had a feeling she wasn't one, but I never asked. After dad just dying it was something that I needed. I just kept going with the flow. All the way through high school no matter how much it hurt seeing her with others. When my brothers or even Khaleesi would ask what was wrong with me I'd lie to them saying I was just fine. It wasn't easy, but time kept on slipping by. Going stag to dances wasn't much fun nor parties. It was far and few between dates I realized with her, but in my opinion she was worth it.

In April of my senior year I finally got to start prospecting to the Wild Wolves MC. Prince was my sponsor, and he took it seriously. As did I. It was a rough time though with prom and things going on, and Miley going with others. My friends always made sure I was included in on things though. Even tried to set me up with other girls. I finally gave in though I never cheated really on Miley. After graduation I was miserable though, and I was drinking more than usual. My brothers were starting to have to pull me out of scrapes that I was getting into. Still I never told them the truth. It was my own hell to live. Miley was so sweet when it was just the two of us. Telling me how much she loved me and showing me.

A few weeks before I was to patch in some guys started hassling me. One of them was a guy that Miley had been hanging out with. They caught me one night after I finished up really late cleaning up and was leaving the clubhouse. My brothers had already headed home so I was on my own. Which wasn't unusual. I didn't even see them, before they were on me and beating the shit out of me. The one that liked Miley told me to quit harassing her that she was his. There were a few guys staying the night at the clubhouse, and must have heard something, because they came chasing them off. Was a bit late though as I ended up in the hospital after passing out.

After getting out my brothers made me take it easy even though I was supposed to be helping them on a bounty we were after at the time. When asked if I knew who had jumped me I lied saying I had no idea who they were. I hadn't seen them. Ren was giving me a look like he knew I was lying, but he left me alone. I did feel like I was letting my big brothers down being laid up. One day when I was home alone Miley called and wanted me to meet up with her. So I did telling her what happened. She told me she just wanted to help me feel better. So we had some fun, before I headed back home slipping in right before my siblings were getting home.

It's been five years now, and I'm twenty three. Fully patched Wild Wolf and loving the club life. I've been trying to talk Miley into going public with us. She just laughed, used me and sent me on my way as usual. Those guys that had jumped me five years ago were back in town. They'd been here off and on and messed with me when they were in Big Sky. So now I'm off heading to meet up with her. What I walked into was a nightmare. She was in middle of an orgy with those guys. When she saw me she laughed.

I turned to go but they barred my way. I don't remember much of what happened next, just waking up a couple of days later in the hospital. A broken arm, concussion, internal bleeding, and not sure what else. Ren was bound and determined to get it out of me this time what had happened. So far I had stayed mum not really giving a shit about anything right now. Part of me wishes that they would have just finished me off instead of leaving me laying in that ditch where I was found.