I'm usually pretty calm, cool, and collected. At work that is. I moved into an apartment closer to work after my brothers practically drove me out of the house with their antics. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm a caring, nurturing person, and I love to take care of people. Yes even my little brothers when they are hurt or sick. I feel a sense of pride and purpose in what I do.

[smear:#19e6e2]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9019e6:0]
1)Sensible: Characterized by sound judgment and keen awareness.
2)Centered: Maintaining a healthy life view that promotes equilibrium; emotionally stable and focused.
3)Efficient: Carrying out tasks effectively; being productive with one's time.
4)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.
5)Observant: Paying careful attention to details and other things.
6)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge

[smear:#9019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6e2:0]
1)Stubborn: I tend to do what I like and not be swayed by others.
2)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought. Especially it's the reaction of something one of my younger brothers have done.
3)Insecure: In my job not at all, but with guys it's a whole other story. Lacking confidence and surety.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
5)Jealous: Characterized by suspicion and envy. When the other girls talk about their boyfriends or having a date.
6)Suspicious: Suspecting others without proof or evidence. Definitely all the time with my younger brothers especially when one of them is smirking.

My name is Camdyn Carmelita Falcon. I was first born to Cavalier and Carmelita Falcon, and was the only girl born to them. I'm the eldest of eight children born to their union. I was their first for everything so by their second child, my brother Carlos, they were more prepared. With me I was told it was a lot of sleepless nights and holding me trying to get me to stop crying. My mother and Aunt Solstice didn't really get along, and still don't so she was no help. My Aunt Marisol and Uncle Rafael were in the same boat as my parents as my cousin Gunner and I were born within months of one another.

I was two when my brother Carlos was born. Mom said I wanted to play with him like he was my doll, but she told me that wasn't allowed and that I had to be very careful with my baby brother. I could only hold him if her or dad were there to help me. So I also took it that no one could hold him if mom and dad weren't there. So one day when Aunt Solstice went to pick him up I started kicking at her, and screaming for her not to touch him. Mom had showed up just in time to see everything. When my Aunt advanced on me mom stepped between us, and wouldn't let her near me. Her screaming brought my dad and Uncle Cobalt. Both of them were trying to hide their laughter, but my dad couldn't stop it. My aunt had let out a huff and left then.

As I grew older I realized my Aunt Solstice couldn't tell my father and my Uncle Cobalt apart. Yeah they were twins, but they were as different as night and day. Even as a little girl I knew which one was my dad and which one was my uncle. I sat there and gaped as she came up and just kissed dad one day. When he pushed her away she had just huffed and told him he'd be in trouble when she got him home. My uncle had seen the whole thing and laughed about it. Dad got after him and asked him how he could stand her. I didn't understand what he said to my dad so I can't remember what he had said. It wasn't the only time I witnessed her doing something like that to my dad. It was funny when mom would see and she would grab a wooden spoon and chase after my aunt cursing in the Shoshone language that I couldn't understand. If my Aunt Marisol would witness it when she was around she would just roll her eyes at her brothers and sister in laws. I heard my Uncle Rafael mutter to my Aunt Marisol that he was glad he wasn't a twin.

I got a mini bike when I turned four. Dad was having fun teaching me how to ride the bike. Dad had been giving me rides on his bike since I was old enough to sit in front of him on the bike. I was the only Falcon girl for six years till Stella was born, but then she was a Consuelos too. It was another year before Skyler was born. Us girls with Falcon blood were pretty outnumbered by the male members of the family. The boys liked to goad me that since I was a girl they could ride better than me, and beat me in a race. Well one day I took that bet going up against the boys and they ate their words with dust. Dad was laughing and cheering me on! They learned to never underestimate a girl sharing their blood.

When I graduated to a dirt bike I was more than excited. I was really able to make the boys eat my dust now. Much to their dismay. Though when it came to race time in Motocross they were my biggest supporters and cheerers! Hearing their voices above others in encouragement. My best friend was my cousin Gunner, and we had lots of fun out there on the track! If we ended up in the same heat we'd work together shutting the competition out and sometimes tying unless one of us inched out in front of the other. Which we never let the other win on purpose. It was on our own terms.

Another of my best friends was Zevran Silverling. His mom was a Deveraux, and his dad was a member of the Wild Wolves. He was in my class, but he'd been homeschooled before his parents had been murdered. His parents had been Zoologists and traveled frequently for their job. So instead of leaving their boys behind they took them with them. Homeschooling them, and they got to learn about their parent's jobs that Zev would talk about when they'd be home for holidays and other things.

Starting junior high I went out for sports, and loved playing them. I wasn't much for running, but added in with other stuff it wasn't too bad. I didn't think I was the cheerleader type, but after a dare from the guys I tried out making the team. It didn't turn out so bad, and I was out there on Friday night lights cheering the boys on. This continued in high school as well. I was a cheerleader, and played basketball and volleyball. As well as hockey which was a rougher sport that I loved. Guess it came with growing up the oldest with all brothers. Not to mention my friends were all mainly boys. Even if a few of them were gay.

My cousin Gunner came out of the closet as gay when we were fifteen. As if we didn't already know. Well me that is. I think our older cousins were a bit shocked, but they got over it quick and accepted it. His parents had already picked up on the clues, and they took it easily enough. It was the peer pressure he had to worry about. It wasn't long before his boyfriend came out of the closet too. Clinton Wainwright. The rest of that is their story to tell. They were my best friends though and I supported them, and stood by their side.

It was eighth grade year that Zev and I started dating. My cousins and brothers had ran off all boys before, but they loved Zev thankfully. We messed around before we were sixteen, but it wasn't till we were sixteen that we made love for the first time. It was under the stars on the fourth of July so I literally saw stars. It was well worth the wait. One night that was special, and that I will never forget. Zev lived with his aunt and uncle the Swansons so more often than not we ended up with his cousins the Swanson girls who were of course dating my own Falcon cousins.

Graduation came and we had a big celebration at Falcon's Roost. Zev was prospecting to the Wild Wolves so he was busy prospecting quite a bit, but we still found time to get together. I started summer school wanting to get my nursing degree over and done with. I also took the EMT course getting certified so I was about to work as a Medic for the High Mountain Rangers. Four years later I had a Bachelor of Science in Nursing Degree graduating near the top of my class.

After that I got a job working at the hospital as a registered nurse, and worked part time as High Mountain Ranger medic. Both of them were challenging and rewarding. Stressful as well, but I loved helping people and doing good. When I was twenty I moved out of Falcon's Roost as my younger brothers were driving me crazy. I got a cute little apartment that Zev spent most of his time there with me. It was a special place at least to me for us. We did have a few parties now and then with our friends as well as family.

I'm twenty-five now. Still working at the hospital and as a part time High Mountain Ranger medic. I love the little life I've created with Zev. We did move to a bigger place so there was another bedroom so that Zane could move in with us if he wanted. I didn't mind at all as close as Zev and Zane were. There were nights he spent at the clubhouse, but was at our place more often than not. Things have been up and down this year losing people that we loved and having good times in between. Life goes on no matter what, and I wouldn't trade my life for anything.