I am an easy going man. I'm patient having learned the hard way after my parents died. I learned to take the good with the bad and go with the flow. I can be stubborn on a lot of things, and I don't give in easily. Especially to my baby brothers when they give me that puppy dog face and pout. I like to joke around and tease if the timing is right. I am way over-protective of my younger brothers especially the ones I raised from when they were toddlers.

[smear:#b64756]Positive Traits:[/smear:#91a7b8:0]
1)Honorable: Characterized by noble principles; displaying integrity.
2)Affectionate: Showing open fondness for others.
3)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
4)Diplomatic: Skilled at handling people while respecting their needs.
5)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.
6)Nature-focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature.

[smear:#91a7b8]Negative Traits:[/smear:#b64756:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
4)Lazy: Disinclined to exercise or work; not energetic or vigorous. Usually at the end of a long day in the saddle.
5)Paranoid: Inclined to excessive worrying and irrational suspicion.
6)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.

The Deveraux family originates from Normandy. Locational name from "Evreux" in Eure, Normandy. The place is so called from having apparently been the capital of the "Eburovices", a Gaulish tribe. This tribal name appears in turn to derive from the river name "Ebura" (now the Eure), which may perhaps be akin to a Celtic word for the yew tree. The Deveraux’s were first introduced into England after the Conquest of 1066. Our family line ended up in Ireland till the late 1800’s and they immigrated to the United States.

My great great grandfather, Clovis Deveraux, was a young boy when his parents immigrated here to America, and they settled in the mountains of Montana. Coming from old money my family never hurt in that department. Our range became one of the biggest ranches in Montana. Handed down generation to generation. Large families spread out across Montana creating more ranches under the Deveraux name, but my generation comes from the eldest son of each generation that inherited the main ancestral home. Which has been added onto over the generations through blood, sweat, and love. Clovis was sixteen when Montana became a state, and four years later after marrying a Shoshone maiden he founded the town of Big Sky, Montana.

That Shoshone maiden was the great granddaughter of Sacagawea, who helped Lewis and Clark in exploring on their expedition. Sacagawea traveled with the expedition thousands of miles from North Dakota to the Pacific Ocean, helping to establish cultural contacts with Native American people, and contributing to the expedition's knowledge of natural history in different regions. The National American Woman Suffrage Association of the early 20th century adopted Sacagawea as a symbol of women's worth and independence, erecting several statues and plaques in her memory, and doing much to recount her accomplishments.

Mom’s family came from Manhattan in New York City. Growing up in a penthouse apartment, only child of two absent-minded parents. Her dream was to have a large family. Her parents perished in a plane crash on one of their yearly ski trips to the alps when she was in her last year of high school. Dad had met her when he went to visit some of his cousins that lived in New York. When he came back to Montana after meeting her on one of his trips he wrote her daily, and she returned the letters. With no other family dad brought her home for holidays after that. They had barely graduated when they married. Mom was already pregnant with me though. Happily though. Sure she missed her parents, but she had never been close to them. My grandparents took her under their wing when she came to our family ranch.

Big Sky Ranch is the name of our family ranch. The closest town is Big Sky, Montana. It was actually founded by my great great grandfather who gave the ranch and the town the name of Big Sky. Our ranch lies at the base of the Snowcrest Mountain range. There’s nothing like sitting out on the balcony with a hot cup of hot chocolate with the beautiful mountains for a view. A roaring fire in the fire pit to keep you warm. As well as a throw thrown over you to ward off the chill of the freezing temperatures especially in the winter. I don't think our little town was even on the maps till they built the Big Sky Resort in 1973. It's a popular tourist attraction now.

It was a frosty day in mid winter, December 19th to be exact that I came into this world. The river was still trickling, but the ponds on the ranch were frozen solid. There were twelve foot drifts in places, and some places even more. There was always backup if the power went out, but fireplaces were in every room and helped warm up the rooms. It made the room sweltering hot though for my mother who was in agony. Especially since she spent two days in labor screaming at my father that there would be no more babies after me.

I was only the beginning though. By the time I was five I had four younger brothers each just about a year apart. Though the youngest was barely a few weeks old. So I never knew what it would be like to be an only child. My brothers were my best friends and confidants growing up. Being secluded as we were out in the wide open range we were all we had. Mom homeschooled us, loving her time with us till she thought we were ready to ride the bus and go off to grade school. I didn't start till Kindergarten as she wanted to teach me and my brothers after me in preschool. She'd wanted to be a teacher, but she became a mother instead. Though it didn't deter her from encouraging us in our dreams.

I was quite popular during junior high school and high school. I loved playing sports, but still found time to help out on the ranch giving up other extracurricular activities. Especially dating. There were no girls till after I graduated, and started college. My dreams were to become a teacher, and teach at Big Sky grade school. It stemmed from helping my younger brothers with their homework, and I loved how their eyes and faces would light up when whatever they were trying to figure out dawned on them. It would totally make my day.

Tragedy struck when I was twenty. While in town my parents and Deveraux Grandparents got caught in the crossfire of the law and a couple of bank robbers. All four of them perished. As well as the two bank robbers. My uncles and aunts said they would take in the younger boys to help out, but they were all so devastated and not understanding why our parents weren’t coming home. So I couldn’t bear to let them be separated amongst the relatives. I did the only thing I could do. I quit school, giving up my dreams to raise my younger brothers. My brother Connor, who had graduated, was ready to give up his life too to help out. I wouldn’t let them though. This was my burden to bear as the eldest. They were there though if I did need them within a heartbeat.

Through my grief I did the best I could. My youngest brother was barely two and still in diapers. Of course there were days when all I wanted to do was pull my hair out. I had a ranch to run and six boys to raise. The girl I had been dating and falling in love with wanted no part of my life now. She wasn’t giving up her life to help me raise my younger brothers. I didn’t blame her, but I was heartbroken on top of the grief for my parents and grandparents. My older girl cousins would take turns coming over to watch the boys during the day and teach them their lessons. I definitely appreciated their help.

It’s been twelve years now. There have been tough times as well as good times. I’ve been asked if I could go back in time and change how my life had turned out would I? Hell no. I’m proud of what I have accomplished in raising my younger brothers. Each of my younger siblings that have graduated have made something of themselves or are in the process of it. Our heartache brought all of us closer than before. Most of my brothers still live at home, and help out with the younger boys. Living their lives as well. Everyone pitches in on the ranch when they can. We pulled together during the tough times and made it through together. Living on the ranch feels like you're isolated from the world. Our own little world on the ranch. Which is fine with me most of the time.

So it’s never been boring. I miss my parents every day. When I can I visit their graves, and make sure that they are taken care of. Us older ones made sure that the younger ones never forget our parents either or our grandparents. We kept their memories alive, and will always do so. There with us in our hearts. Over the years in the darkest of times I didn’t feel totally alone either as if they were there with me. Keeping me on the right path. I know they are up there watching over us. Our own special guardian angels.

Role Player

Username • Tristan
Age • 52
Cbox/Discord • Angie
How Long Have You RP'd? • 18 years pretty much
Comments • Nope
How Did You Find Us? • Made the site with Cindie
Any Other Characters • Who Plays Who

RPG Sample

Rayne sat away from the others somewhat. As it seemed like everyone was paired off but for him. Or they were with their friends. They’d been back from Sturgis for only a few days, and his dad, Rowdy, and Cain were throwing a bash at their place to try and take off some of the stress from what the trip had been. The Oklahoma boys and his dad, and Cain were taking turns getting up on the stage and singing. Oh and even Clyde had gotten up and sang. Their kids called out songs for them to sing, and they’d pick one from one of them. Of course his dad hadn’t asked him. It was mainly his baby brothers and once in a while Rafe or Ryder would yell out one.

Sturgis hadn’t really been any fun and he and his brothers had never gotten that tattoo that he designed. With all hell breaking loose everyone was on high alert the next week so his father and brothers had forgotten about it. He’d slept off and on that next week after what had happened to him. At least the stitches had gotten taken out finally so he didn’t have that discomfort. Though it still aches some, and Stephanie had said it probably would for some time as hard as he had been hit. It itched and bothered him, but he refrained from messing with it not wanting to get it infected as it was healing. The bruises were still there, but not as bad as they had been.

His dad’s attention today was either on Rosanna or his baby brothers most of the time. Feeling tired and left out he got up to head inside to his room. Rafe and Ryder’s attention was on their new found girlfriends. His gaze fell on Athena then who was talking to some of the other kids in the Jr Club, and there were a couple of guys that she was laughing and having fun with. He felt a pang in his heart, and weaved in and out of people to head inside. A stray tear ran down his cheek as he got inside, and he quickly brushed it away. He hissed in his breath at the pain when he had forgotten a moment about his wound. With a deep breath he headed up the stairs when he came up on them.

It wasn’t that much of a walk down the hallway to his room. The pounding of the music and the roar of the crowd outside was inside the house too, and it was giving him a headache. So all he wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. Opening his door a sound caught his attention. Looking up he gasped as there were a couple of guys in the room with their girls having fun on his bed as well as Simon’s bed. He gaped in shock for a few moments, before turning bright red not knowing what to do. He jumped when one of them yelled at him to get out. Quickly he ducked out his head pounding even more and realized then that he wasn’t alone upstairs as he saw others in the hallways too.

Looking up and down the hallways he noticed people going in and out of the theater rooms too. Walking down to his dad’s room he thought he might find some relief in there, but his dad must have locked his door. He tried Rowdy’s and Cain’s finding both of them locked. There was nowhere to go he realized, and he headed back down stairs trying not to cry. That wouldn’t look good in front of the sons around. There was a lot that he had no idea who they were. Including the ones that had been in his room having fun. Feeling lost and really left out he turned at the stairs and a drunk son knocked into him knocking him down. He saw stars when his head hit the corner of a baseboard. Laughter was heard, and then they ignored him. Sitting up he held his hand to his head, and when he pulled away there was blood on his head.

He cringed as his head was killing him even more now. Pulling himself up he hears something crash and shatter somewhere. His vision was a little blurry now, and he felt the blood trickling down his forehead. There had to be somewhere that he could go, and he thought of the garage. Making his way down that way he put the code into the door knowing it had been locked up for the party. His dad was taking any chances with his panhead with someone messing with it. Once the door shut behind him the sound was suddenly gone as the garage seemed to be soundproof. His ears were ringing though from the never ending sound from before.

With an unsteady breath he made his way over to his bike not even fighting the tears now. Sitting on it he laid his head down against the cool gas tank and the sobs came unable to stop them. He wasn’t feeling good at all, and when he lifted his head a while later there was a lot of blood on his bike. Had to be from where he had hit his head. A ride might help him feel better was his thoughts, and he got off pushing his bike out a side door, and around some bikes getting on his bike after making sure the garage was locked back up. If it wasn’t his dad, Rowdy, and Cain not to mention the others with bikes in there would kill him.

Starting his bike he rode down the driveway with the guards not even looking twice at him as there were sons and jr club members coming right and left. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks and there was still blood trickling down so his vision was still a bit blurred. Right now he didn’t care, he just had to get away, and hopefully clear his head. His dad and brothers as well as the others would probably never even notice he was gone. They were having too much fun. A while later he realized that the ride wasn’t helping, and he stopped not even knowing where he was. He hadn’t been this way yet. Only the other direction into town. The throbbing in his head was even worse, and all he wanted was his dad right now.

Turning his bike around he tried to wipe the tears away and the blood, but it wasn’t helping much. With a deep breath he headed back. With his vision obscured, he didn’t see the cloud of dust coming down a dirt road not far away. When he turned on the next road thinking he was going in the right direction the car came out of nowhere. Unable to stop he ran right into it, and he was suddenly flying through the air. The impact of hitting the road knocked him out.