I'm easygoing, calm, cool, and collected. It takes a lot to get me angry. Though if you mess with one of my cousins or the kids in the club you will see that anger. I love kids and spend time with the kids in the club and those that live around us. I can't wait to be a father myself. I hate that I grew up an orphan more or less. I feel like people look down on me for the way I came into this world. That some that know who my father is are waiting for me to turn out like him.

[smear:#e62919]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a4:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Affectionate: Showing open fondness for others.
3)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
4)Inspirational: Encouraging others, through one's example, to strive for change and fulfillment.
5)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.

[smear:#1932e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#b519e6:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Mischievous: Getting oneself and others into frequent trouble.
3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
5)Foolish: Engaging in dangerous activities
6)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences.

My mother was only fifteen when my father preyed upon her. Having snuck out that night to have fun with her friends she never made it there. She was found the next day out at Lovers Point where she had been taken and attacked. She spent a while in the hospital, and never fully recovered from the attack. A few weeks later she found out she was pregnant from the rape. When given the choice of an abortion or adoption she told them neither. That the baby she was carrying was innocent in all of this, and she was going to have me and keep me.

As for my father my grandparents pressed charges against him, and he was arrested. Was sent to prison for twenty years. She'd become his target cause she had been friends with my Uncle Grady. My father's youngest brother. Luckily he'd escaped the hell he had grown up in when he was twelve when his father was pretty much murdered by another of my uncles. Uncle Grady was raised by his grandparents up until they died, and then was taken in by the Thomas's till he was eighteen. He'd been a part of my life since I was born.

The day I came into this world it was a blazing hot day in July. Mom had lot's of complications from the rape and they carried over into carrying me. Unfortunately she didn't survive long after I was born. She was holding me and making my Aunt Korie promise her that she would take care of me, and not let me be taken into the system. She promised her that she would, but there was a long court battle that went on cause of how I came into this world. Once my grandparents stepped in though she was given custody of me to raise.

I grew up out on the Sackett ranch going by the name Sackett, and not Overholser. I was the oldest of the Sackett grandchildren, and it took a while for my grandparents to warm up to me. After losing their baby girl they weren't too forgiving, but my Aunt Korie says I looked so much like my mother having her eyes and all that they couldn't help but fall in love with me as she did. I was given the name Daxton James that my mother had planned on.

When I got my first mini bike it was all three of my uncles that gave it to me and gave me lessons on riding it. My adopted father and Uncle Bren, my mother's older brother Dillon, and my Uncle Grady. All three of them were in the Wild Wolves MC. Even at that young of age I was dreaming of being in the MC too.

I was three when my first cousin was born. He belonged to my Uncle Dillon and his wife Marigold. Growing up on the ranch together we became best friends. I was always careful around him when he was a baby, and grew protective of him as I got older. I wasn't really around any other kids unless there was a club party or something going on. So I was a bit overwhelmed when I did start preschool. On my third birthday my aunt hired some clowns for the party. They scared the crap out of me making me pee my pants, and I ran and hid. Been scared of them ever since.

Eventually I got used to it though. With the kids in my class that were growing up in the club life I didn't have much of a chance as they always included me in things. Even when I'd get bullied by other kids about being a bastard and how I came into this world. I didn't realize how cruel kids could be until then. I knew who my mother was cause Aunt Korie made sure that I knew who she was and had given me pictures of her. My Uncles would tell me stories about her too. When I'd get off the bus crying though it was usually my grandmother who was waiting on me, and she'd hold me and tell me just to ignore them. That I was loved and that I was a gift from god.

My aunt complained to the principal about it, but that only made things worse. Especially when the kids doing the main part of the bulling were the principal's kids. Mr. Summers was his name. There must have been a shortage of people back then for principal cause he was the principal for the grade school, Jr and Senior High. If I fought back against the bullies I would be the one who got into trouble. The principal himself was horrible and degrading too. He told me that a bastard like me with a father in prison shouldn't even be allowed to go to school there.

What he said was really bothering me. I was a kindergartner then, and I had never been told anything about my father before except for that he had been a bad man. There was another attack from the Summer's boys one day, and I didn't come away unscathed. I had a bloody nose and a split lip. My friends had come to my rescue along with some of the older kids this time. The damage was done though. Tristan Deveraux who was a sixth grader sent a text to his father telling him what had happened. Since the teachers on the playground weren't doing anything about it. They had just stood there watching. I asked him about my father, but Triston had no clue who my father even was. It wasn't long before my aunts and uncles were all there at the school along with my grandparents. Other parents from the club showed up too.

The school board wasn't much help with no parents from the club being on it. They sided with the principal. For quite a while after that I was homeschooled as were a few others of the club kids. I missed seeing my friends everyday, but at least I got to see them after school time over at the Deveraux track. If the weather was bad then I'd facetime them till the power would go out. Uncle Bren and Aunt Korie had set me down and told me more about my father. That he was in prison for what he had done to my mother. Uncle Grady was there for that talk to, and he showed me the scars he had from my father and other uncles that I didn't even know from when he grew up. My Aunt Korie hadn't been able to stop the gasp when she saw the scars on his back. She'd cried and given him a hug when he left.

It wasn't till the next year that the school board had members from the club on it finally. Still though Mr. Summers was still the principal. He did get the grade school taken away from him though, and a new principal was chosen. I was able to go back my first grade year. My teacher was Candy Garard, and I loved her. I already sort of knew her through the club since her husband was a member. All ten of us from the club our age were in her classroom. So she definitely had her hands full, but she took it all in stride and we learned a lot that year and had fun! I hated when we had to move on to second grade. She said if we ever needed her the next year to just pop our head in the door or ask our new teacher for her.

The next year though none of us had to. Somehow she knew if something was going on, and was always right there before we could even ask for her if we were scared or hurt. She had our parent or guardian right there too. So we all were comforted by that or at least I knew I was especially when the Summer's boys would get to me. If they were after me on the playground she was usually right there putting a stop to it thankfully. I wasn't the only kid they picked on, but I seemed to get the worst of it from them. The one who came away bloody and crying. The crying part didn't help earning me the nickname crybaby by the Summers and their little group of friends.

When I was around six I graduated up to a dirt bike. Which again all three of my uncles were there giving it to me and teaching me how to handle it. Which I guess all three of them doing it they were trying to make up for me not having a father like my friends. It wasn't long before I was eating up the dirt track on my dirt bike having the time of my life. Out here I was free and I had friends supporting me yelling and cheering for me. My uncle Grady had no kids, but he was there for me whenever I needed him. As I grew older, and my cousins were growing up and starting motocross their father's attention was divided between them and me, but Uncle Grady stepped up and helped out as if he were my father.

When it came time for junior high I was a bit leery of going knowing Mr. Summer was the principal there, but I held up my head and walked in those doors with my friends. It wasn't so bad I guess. He ignored me for the most part, and I made sure to avoid his son that was a year a head of us. I tried out for sports with my friends and tried everyone of them that year, and the next. My uncle Grady never missed a game and I could hear him cheering as loud as he could for me and the rest of the team. My grandparents were always front and center at the games too. I had my own little cheering section with my aunt and uncles and cousins with my grandparents.

Junior high was a time when my friends started dating. Some with one another and others with others. For the first few dances we went all together as friends it seemed. The winter formal though I asked Anira Vanderson if she'd like to be my date, and she actually said yes. Her twin was cool about it much to my surprise as protective as he was of her. As junior high went on Anira and I seemed to be being paired up more and more. Which was fine with me. We grew close and even better friends. She was a lot smarter than I was, so more often than not she was helping me figure things out.

Going into high school was a smooth transition. I continued to play Football, Hockey and was on the rodeo team. So I was pretty busy. Not to mention I was in FFA and 4-H on top of it. When it came time for Homecoming I thought about asking a cute cheerleader, but I was drawn back to Anira and asked her. I realized I was developing new feelings for her. Especially after watching my friend Ransym Falcon making a fool of himself to Ryot Swanson. He was damn lucky he didn't get hurt any worse when the car hit him in the parking lot. I tried to talk to my Uncle Grady about my feelings for Anira. He told me he was the last person to ask advice about that to talk to my Uncle Dillon or to my Uncle Bren so I went to both of them catching them in the barn one afternoon and asked. They both gave me sound advice and I took it asking Anira to be my girlfriend.

I asked my uncles about why Uncle Grady had sent me to them, and they figuring I was old enough explained to me about what happened with my mother, and why he was leery with his on and off again girlfriend Stephanie. I was a bit shaken up about that, and I understood why Uncle Grady was the way he was. Especially when I thought about Anira. I think that is when the hatred for my father finally reared it's ugly head. When I knew the full circumstances regarding my birth, and understood it. Going into a relationship with Anira I did have my reservations, and I actually talked to Beau about them. His father overheard us and told me that I wasn't my father, and I never would be that as long as Anira wanted to be my girlfriend that I had his blessing. Beau nodded at me and he told that he'd be right there protecting his twin anyhow. Just wouldn't be from me.

A year later her father was killed, and it had something to do with the club life. I was there for her through everything as much as I could be. I grieved for her father too as I had grown close to him over the year that I had been dating Anira. Life changed after that, but we got by. We lost our innocence to one another the summer after that. Up in the hayloft at the Sackett Ranch. Probably wasn't idyllic but for me growing up on the ranch it was. I thought we had been sneaky about it, but both of my uncles teased me about it, and my Aunt Korie only asked me if I had remembered protection. I was more than embarrassed, but I had nodded that I had, and fled. Her laughter echoing behind me.

I had bought them myself. Knowing If I couldn't then I wasn't man enough for that next step in my life. That hayloft got used quite a bit, and I realized later on not just by me and Anira either. I started noticing hay in my aunt's hair and then my uncles and groaned when I saw my Uncle Dillon and his wife coming down the ladder one day. Uncle Bren and Aunt Korie I noticed would sneak up there once in a while too much to my dismay. The more I thought about it though it had probably been their loft before I had started taking Anira up there. It took me a bit to wrap my head around it that they had probably been doing that since high school. Or after in Aunt Korie's case as Uncle Bren had moved here from Scotland after my mother graduated.

When I turned eighteen my Uncle Grady sponsored me as a prospect to the Wild Wolves. I was surprised it had been him, but my Uncle Dillon told me that he and Bren had discussed it, and both of them had a son or in his case two that they'd be able to sponsor to the club, and Uncle Grady didn't. So they were letting him have that honor. I juggled school, prospect duties, and my chores at home that year. Wasn't easy, but I made it work. Growing up on the ranch I had learned a lot about horses, and working the range. So I guess you could call me a cowboy, rancher or just ranch hand. Anyway you looked at it the ranch was home, and in my blood through my mother. Prospecting I got to do it with my best friends, Beau Vanderson, Ransym Falcon, Jagger Mikaelson, Declan Deveraux, and Rocko Moretti.

A year later I had graduated, and was fully patched into the Wild Wolves. Anira had decided to go to University to become a school teacher, but I had no desire to continue my education. I continued to work on the ranch as I really didn't know anything else. Besides it was something I loved doing. Working with my uncles and grandfather, and others that I had grown up with them as part of a family. Between Anira's schedule and mine I made sure to make it work so that we had our time together. Taking her out on dates and making sure that she ate and didn't hole up in her dorm room just studying all of the time.

I was twenty when my father got released from prison. He got out early on good behavior. Because of the past we were notified about it, but I stayed around the ranch or busied myself at the clubhouse or bar when it came time. He did come to the bar a few times whether to cause trouble or look me up I wasn't for sure, but I really didn't care. They guys chased him off as he wasn't welcome there anyhow after all he had done. If I saw him out and about when I was around town I'd turn and go the other way. I wanted nothing to do with the man who had hurt my family in more ways than one.

The years have passed and I'm twenty-six now. Anira is teaching at the high school here. I asked Beau and her brother in law Jake and his wife Tori, who was Anira and Beau's older sister, for her hand in marriage. I was still trying to figure out the most romantic way to ask her though. That had been a year ago though, before tragedy struck my family. A blizzard had gone through shortly after New Years this last year. I had gotten snowed in at the clubhouse in town having been out on a date with Anira when the blizzard struck. Some of the cattle had gotten loose and were heading up onto the mountain. I was unable to get home with the roads all still being worked. If I had been there I'd have probably been with my grandparents, aunt, uncle, my cousins who were my best friends heading up that mountain on snowmobiles for an adventure like we'd gone on before.

I heard the rumble at the clubhouse, and had run outside with the others watching the avalanche not knowing that a lot of my family was on their way up the mountain. Riding right into that avalanche that was barreling down onto them. I knew it was on our property where the avalanche had happened. It wasn't long after that calls were going off and the High Mountain Rangers were being called in. My cousin Reina called me in hysterics telling me that our grandparents, aunts and uncles were up on that mountain. I had helped before with the High Mountain Rangers when they needed extra help so I jumped in with them to get up there. A rescue that turned into a recovery. My grandmother had been the first one we found with her reaching out to where my grandfather was finally found. I wasn't able to help anymore as I knelt there sobbing over my grandmother.

Ransym called Beau who came up with Jagger, and they took me home where I was the one to tell Aunt Korie that Grandpa and Grandma were gone. She broke then down as she had been hoping and praying that they would survive. Anira had been there waiting on me, and she held me as I sobbed listening to the sobs of my own family. The rest of our friends showed up to support me, and the ranch was full of Wild Wolves MC coming to help us through our time of need. They continued to be there during the week as they uncovered more bodies our our lost loved ones. Funerals were held after all of them had been found, and things never got any easier. After that nothing was the same. We carried on going through the motions of living, but were we really living I wondered. I hardly saw Anira as I was burying myself in my work at the ranch that had more than doubled after losing so many that had lived here calling it their home.

Weather prevented me from going anywhere as well, and most nights I spent drinking my pain away. It's summer now, and I'm still drowning my sorrow away. I've pushed Anira away some too in my sorrow. I don't leave the ranch anymore preferring to be alone on the ranch even with my family there. My friends had shown up to try and help me, but I pushed them away too. I was drowning in my grief and didn't know which way was up or down anymore. I was hardly aware of my family that was left going through the same. We were each dealing with this on our own forgetting that the others were going through the same thing. My hair has grown out and is greasy most of the time, and I've grown a full beard not even caring anymore.