BASIC INFO. name: leslie alexis morgan age: nineteen dob: may 8th 1996 pob: baton rouge, louisiana bike: suzuki bandit 1250s ABS mc: hounds of hell position: new prospect clean money: it was stripping … . other: btw this is tina speaking and this is my new oc ; he identifies as male, was born biologically male, but is most likely genderfluid (he doesn’t think about it much, he’s just him) and he’s androgynous as fuck. if you misgender him, though, he’s not sensitive to it. call him whatever you want as long as you remember him. (also he’s working towards ditching his bandit and getting a 2013 suzuki blvd c90T B.O.S.S) fc: b. kaulitz [ appearance tag here ]
THEN. you weren’t born a leslie. your mother let you change that, went through the legal process and everything, because you sure as hell didn’t feel like a cody. you were twelve, you remember, because you’d came home from school that day and you’d demanded it. you didn’t want to be anyone else but you – you felt safe in your skin, in the body you were born in – but you just didn’t think what you saw in the mirror fit as well as what was scribbled on that damn certificate. your mother was good like that, though, before she got sick. she let you switch schools in your district after some issues arose and all. you’ve been fighting since you could speak, though, because – according to your second grade teacher, mrs. comeaux – you are ‘hard to comprehend.’ and, yeah, you understood that the older you grew. you’re argumentative, stubborn, rebellious. you’re quick to judge; too emotional; a little insensitive. hell, you’re promiscuous and lazy, even. your father – he never understood you, either, despite the fact the two of you found common ground where you could. before your mom died, it was family. after your mom died it was football, liquor, finding money anywhere but hard work. it wasn’t until you were fifteen or sixteen that you really started to process the reasons why your classmates and faculty never quite clicked with you. it wasn’t until your dad was on his death bed that you really started to process why he never gave up the drink. and, it wasn’t until you were homeless and avoiding your grandparents at all costs that you really, really started to process the fact you were ALONE. and you knew, right away, that alone is not something you wanted to be. so you packed your things and you fucking ran. NOW. a bus ticket, a lot of hitch hiking, and some really hard kicks to a stranger’s face later, you’ve made a friend and that friend resides in odessa. that friend, along with a bat or two of an eyelash, finds you a job. you suck at it, sorta, but you’re pretty so they don’t complain. you learn. while learning, you meet. while meeting, you find. you weren’t born to dance, after all. you were born to be part of something. to fight. and, upon meeting jed gideon and the hounds, you know you’ve found your place.
PERSONALITY. leslie’s a mess. he’s a firey wreck of a mess but he’s loyal if he wants to be and probably so stubborn it’ll piss you off. he’s always looked out for himself, though – no one else – and he doesn’t necessarily believe in the greater good. people are people; people do shitty things; everyone is bound to fuck up. if he’s given reason, though, he’ll align (and rather easily). he’ll do anything not to get a regular job – everything about monotony bores him. he’s an adrenaline junkie and a partier and he’s not afraid to say the shitty thing (whether or not he regrets it later is an entirely different story) but he tries to wear bitch crown proudly. hot headed is a good word for him, though he’s learning. he’s really, really, really good on his feet and faced with a man four times his size he won’t back down (although he’s realistic about the outcome). he’s quick, too, both mentally and physically though it takes something he actually likes doing to get him off his ass. at the end of the day, he’s not a victim. he’ll never let himself be a victim. and he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, no, but he’s a strong serving either way it goes.
