I am loyal to the core. I've always been with my family and friends. I'm Intelligent and with Determination added in I can accomplish quite a lot in getting where I want to be. I it on my own merit and the right way. Otherwise it isn't worth having. I like to strive for perfection in other things sometimes going a bit overboard.

Empathy is the ability to sense other people's emotions, coupled with the ability to imagine what someone else might be thinking or feeling. I have this. Sometimes I don't have to imagine it especially if I've been through something like it and experienced the raw pain for myself. I sometimes think it's a curse to have empathy as I can't shut off concerned feelings then or even happiness when the situation is that way.

Unfortunately I can be a bit selfish in wanting things. That stems when my brother's attention is elsewhere, and not on me for a change as I'm used to it. I've always been a bit of a rule breaker in pushing boundaries, and sneaky in the ways I goes about it. Cause if you're out after curfew you have to be sneaky not to get caught. Sometimes my determination keeps me going at things beyond my endurance pushing myself to do things. I can be a bit prideful in what I have achieved and accomplished in my life so far. As for my messiness I try to keep that to just my room.

[smear:#4f7899]Positive:[/smear:#9f0000:0]
1)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
2)Perceptive: Showing intuitive observation and insight.
3)Pensive: Having a brooding or worrying nature.
4)Empathetic: Able to recognize and identify with the emotions of others.
5)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
6)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.

[smear:#9f0000]Negative:[/smear:#4f7899:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Mischievous: A playful nature; wanting to have fun.
3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
4)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority
5)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
6)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences.

My parents, Zoologists, Zevidiah Randolph Silverling and Zarah Deveraux, got together when they attended high school as they both had similar interests, and fell in love. She and Zev were finally married and a couple of years later their oldest son Zevran was born. They doted on him for three years before they had another son that they named Zane. Their boys were everything to them, and they loved them more than life.

My name is Zane Ryder Silverling, and I was their second son. I was a happy baby for my parents. Even as a baby they could tell that I was curious as I would watch everyone and everything. Especially my big brother Zevran. As I grew they realized I was a brave one for I didn't seem to be afraid of anything. Getting into anything and everything. Trying to play with baby snakes which made my mother scream in horror grabbing me and running. All it did was make me laugh though. Zevidiah and Zarah got me some rubber snakes for me to play with. Which delighted me and kept me away from the real ones. They let us boys keep our hair long, and I had locks of dark golden hair. The little curls would bounce all over. Zevidiah and Zarah traveled with their work as a team and took us boys with them. Us boys grew up learning about animals too. As we would sit by campfires at night and they would tell us about all kinds of animals.

When I was around seven and Zevran was ten we went to Arizona to find an endangered bird located in the southwestern United States. I found the whole experience magical. As it was the last special time I would spend with my parents. A week later while we were still in Arizona someone attacked our parents while Zevran I were out playing. We heard our mother's screams, and ran back to camp. Zevran stopped us and pulled us back hurriedly hiding us when we saw our parents weren’t alone. We were peeking through the foliage and saw our parents killed. It was quiet in the camp now but it sounded like someone breaking things. Zevran had kept his hand over my mouth as I was trying to ask questions, and wanting to know what was going on. After what seemed like an eternity the man got into a vehicle and left. It was a bit before my brother told me to stay put, and he went peeking out of our hiding place. He finally let me come out, and we walked the rest of the way into the camp to find everything on fire and our parents' lifeless bodies. That was an experience that haunted me. Somehow I was picking up on my brother's feelings too, making it even worse for me.

We were miles from the nearest town not for sure how to get to the nearest one. We knew our parents checked in with their friends, and mom's siblings once a week, and vice versa. If one didn't hear from the other then they would know something was wrong. In a couple of days my parents were supposed to check in. They had something called a satellite phone, but it must have been where the worst of the fire was so we had no way to contact anyone. So we found what we could to eat out of what wasn't on fire so that we would have something to eat. Our parents hadn't just taught us about animals, but how to survive too. It was three days later that friends of our parents, and our Aunt Eloise and Uncle Clay Swanson found us, and took us somewhere safe. Unfortunately I hadn't said a word since I had seen my parents. No matter how much my brother had tried. Days later were the funerals of our parents in Big Sky, Montana where we had been born.

I had gotten a minibike when I turned four same as Zev had. We would ride them around the camps we stayed in. Though by the time I got my minibike Zev had already graduated to a dirt bike, and I was more than envious. Zev's a great big brother though, and I love him. I had barely graduated to a dirt bike when mom and dad were killed. We were taken in by our aunt and Uncle Clay and Eloise Swanson. She was mom's older sister. Our Uncle Tristan Deveraux helped out with us too. We spent a lot of nights over there at the Deveraux Ranch with our cousins. That way we weren't always overwhelmed by our Swanson cousins who were mainly girls. Except for Colton who was younger than us. With the Deveraux's there were thirteen boys altogether. So it was lots of fun over there. Not that we didn't have fun here, but yeah.

I finally confided in my brother about how I picked up on other's feelings, and how sometimes it would be even harder when I finally broke down and talked. How it had been the day our parents died. How much it had overwhelmed me when they died feeling my brother's and his raw pain at losing them. That was why I hadn't been able to talk for a while. We had reminisced for most of the night about our parents, before falling asleep.

I was all ready to be able to play sports like my big brother when I hit Junior high. I'd tossed around a football with the other guys, but playing it in school was in a whole other league. It was almost as much fun as riding in Motocross and competing. I found my place at wide receiver. It was a thrill when I'd catch that ball and run on down the field getting a touchdown. Hockey was my second favorite and then baseball. I played all three all the way through high school.

One of my best friends growing up was Erica Rosewood. She'd snitch us milkshakes at her dad's Soda Fountain when we'd go there after school. It wasn't till we were in junior high, and I was interested in girls as more than friends then that I started to notice her. I dated a few other girls, but Erica was the one who kept drawing me back to her. Her laugh, her enthusiasm, her looks, everything drew me back in. Though the milkshakes she learned to make when she started to work at the soda fountain were really good. They do say the way to a man's heart is food I've heard. Or maybe it was something else, but she had me hook line and sinker whether she knew it or not. I asked her to homecoming and she said yes. I'd like to say it was history after that, but we had our ups and downs like all couples do.

High school came and I kept playing sports and enjoying life. When we were sixteen I told Erica about being something of an empath. She supported me in it, and when I was around her she kept me grounded. Like Zev did most of the time. Somehow I think Erica and I were meant for one another. Like my parents were. Zev had it made catching Cammie. They were perfect together. Well in my opinion they were.

When I turned eighteen Zev sponsored me as a prospect to the Wild Wolves MC. So my last three months of high school were busy. If I wasn't busy at school then I was doing prospect work. Zev tried helping me with my homework when I would need it, but he was as clueless as I was. So Erica usually ended up helping me at a booth we were commandeer down at the Soda Fountain. Which her dad would love for us to hang out there or even at their house. Her dad is a Wild Wolf, and one of the coolest dad's I know. He'd had a talk with me shortly after I turned sixteen and laid down the rules for dating his daughter. Too bad we'd already broken all of them. I even blurted that out, and he just laughed his head off when I fled.

He just had to tell the guys down at the clubhouse about it. Saying how gullible I had been. Michael still harasses me about it. Doesn't change how I feel about his daughter though. I plan on marrying her one day. Not for sure when that will be though. After I graduated I joined Zev in bounty hunting. We have always talked about hunting down the ones who murdered our parents, but we hardly have any leads. One of these days we will find out who it was, and they will wish they had never been born. Zev had moved in with his girlfriend Cammie Falcon, and after I graduated they found a bigger place telling me I was welcome to live there with them. I was still living at my aunt and uncles, but spent a lot of nights at the clubhouse. So yeah I ended up moving in with them. Cammie has a way of making you feel right at home, and I love her for that.

I joined my brother as soon as I could, being a bounty hunter. It wasn’t an easy job, but I enjoyed it. Working with my brother was the best too. We were a good team and worked well together. In my downtime I was researching my parents death. Wanting to find the ones responsible someday, and bringing them to justice. We found other incidents similar to my parents, but there had been no survivors. No witnesses either. Zevran and I were the only ones to survive attacks like that one. If we had been seen I didn’t think we’d have survived to tell the tale. Once in a while we would go up against the Drakos for a bounty competing against them.