Seattle Race

''It's Ride or Die, baby.'' Seattle City was divided and conqoured by two notorious teams. The Seattle Snakes & The Sons of Sin. The sound of cars reving their engines were a normal sound of an evening in the back allies. Crowds flocking to the streets carrying their kegs and sub speakers to watch the thrill of a live drag race. But behind the races that made the drivers a good wage was those who ran the operation, the ones that took the real earnings home and walked the streets with pride. Behind the happy front that was put on was a rivalry that would either end with blood or dollars. Which side do you pick? The North side or The South Side? { Mobile Navigation }

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Bellamy Keane

Characters Age: Twenty Eight Years Old

Faceclaim Choice: Candice Accola

Hometown: Charter Oak, Canada.

Occupation: FBI Special Ops Agent.

Secondary Occupation: Undercover as a Filer At The Memorial Hospital

Standing: Civillian

BIOGRAPHY

Bellamy Keane stood tall at five foot eight with cascading light blonde hair and a smile that seemingly lit up the room every time she entered. The world saw her wearing fine tailored suits, her badge and confidence which emanated from her and the world instantly either wanted to be her, or be with her.

But Bellamy’s job made that almost completely impossible. At the mere age of twenty two Bellamy had experienced more in the world of politics, Cryptography, training, army and secret-ops training than most people who’d spent most of their lives in the field – and Bellamy was one of the most wanted agents in the country.

From the beginning Bellamy Keane had always been the pretty girl who people believed would grow up to be a actress, model or some kind of entertainment factor that people witnessed on their TV. Her mother and father had been happily married for fifteen years when Bellamy was brought into the world. Her mother was a MI5 linguist translator while her father served in the British army. Her family had always been far from the normal house hold. Whether that be her mother running away in the middle of the night to secret projects or her father fighting battles in other countries. Growing up Bellamy had seen more of her nanny than her parents, but she understood that their jobs weren’t like normal parents; her parents were very special in the running of the country. As soon as Bellamy was old enough she pushed herself into the army cadets, training twice a week with them. She’d originally did it to impress her father but in the end she fell in love with it as much as her father did. Any chance he got her father would be there cheering Bellamy on.

Hitting her 9th year of school Bellamy had her heart set on training to work in the army or some kind of secret agency, where most parents laughed; her family did not. Instead they trained her as they had been at the age of twenty. Starting with basic 6am fitness training as the years progressed so did the intensity. 6am fitness became all day cryptology training, mathematics, phycology and sociology readings and mentalist training provided by her mother’s friends down at the MI5; they all knew she could do it. By the age of nineteen she was packing her bags to move to the states.

After finishing up at college coming out with full distinction * results she was asked to take a test by her mother’s friend, Alberta. Taking the test she answered over four hundred questions on languages, mathematics, cryptology and all core of computer technology. It wasn’t till the results came back that the results were passed around with the higher staff. She’d gotten an entire 98% of the entire 100% in the test.

It was evident to the entire team that Bellamy was special; her mind was as quick as silver and she had skills to succeed higher than most of them in the room. Her mother called a meeting with her superiors asking them to take a look at her daughter and see if she could be slowly integrated into the system. Bellamy waited outside the room awaiting the answers for her future. When her mother had stepped out of the doors there had been a smile as big as Louisiana on her lips. Her mother proceeded to tell her that she wouldn’t be working for the MI5 but instead she’d be transferred over to America to work a year in the army, then another two in the ops and cryptology program.

Completing three years in the program Bellamy came out an independent, strong woman who was immediately taken into the FBI as a trained mentalist, criminal consultant and under-cover cop. Working alongside some of the most top-secret projects in the world, Bellamy had access to anything she wanted. She was housed by them, she had a Bentley as a company car and never dined in a place that you didn’t have to book two months in advance. She was living the life she’d always wanted, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t love it.

On the morning of November seventh a group meeting was called as everyone rushed into the room at the pentagon. People yelled, some screamed and others just nodded their heads as new projects were passed around the table. It was then a brown file was placed directly in her hands by the head of intelligence himself. Everyone fell silent in the room as the folder was past to her, she could feel the seething people staring at her. It was a battle field working in this office; everyone competed for the best jobs. And here the head was giving her a task person to person. Bellamy nodded thankful as she took a step back from the people.

Opening the file she was greeted with pictures, file reports and a list of deaths longer than her two arms put together. As she shuffled the files she realised that this was based in Seattle, a place she’d never visited before. As she exited the room she was quick to go to her office as she laid all the information out over her office. The white board which was across the room became a map of people; names such as Laurent Alec Meskova, Ethan Summers and many more names that seemed to be growing, information pinned next to their name as she tried to figure out their story. Bellamy stared at the board as she tried to figure out what else was going on in the lifes of those involved in an organised drag racing community.

Five hours later a knock on the door caused her to jump out of her work mode as she looked up to the door. Entering was the Head of Intelligence again. She was taken aback as she greeted him in. It was then he handed her yet again another file – which confused Bellamy. He told her he was sending her on her first top secret under cover mission. Alone.

He wanted her to move to Seattle and live as if she was new to the town. While there he wanted her to get close to the families and get any information she could on their fathers. He also wanted full reports on the people she met. Bellamy knew that this was going to be a big task.

The morning after she was packing her things, the Bureau had prepared her a place to stay in Belford Manor and supplied her with a fake job at Ashe Memorial Hospital as a filer. She knew this way she would be able to get to peoples files a lot easier.

This job could be good for Bellamy or completely the most dangerous thing she’s ever done in her life.

PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Bellamy is a quick minded clever individual whose life is based around her job; she is very sarcastic but sweet to those whom know her very well. She isn’t completely aware of her looks which does garner attention from men and it can make her seem naive or innocent.  She prefers books to people most of the time but is still rather outgoing.

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Laurent Alec Meskova

Characters Age: 50 Years Old

Faceclaim Choice: Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Hometown: Seattle, Washington

Occupation: Car Dealer

Secondary Occupation: President of Seattle Snakes

Standing: The Seattle Snakes. 

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Triggers: Drug, Murder & Death

Laurent’s beginning to life was anything the unexpected from living in Seattle. Feeding your own drug addicted parents was never easy, being the talk of the town wasn’t any easier. From the moment he could remember his life had been this way with what could only be seen as a trailer trash family. People in the neighbourhood would turn the other way when his family walked down the street, tattered clothes & scruffy looking. People would whisper in the streets and call Laurent the boy from the crazy house because of his parents. It was like it haunted him everywhere he went, being a young boy had never been an option for him growing up having to do the cooking, the cleaning and every thing you’d never expect of a child. It was unknown if he ever smiled because it was never seen. 

Out of both of his parents he’d always been slightly closer to his mother, remembering the days she’d sing him lullabies before bed and stroke his hair. Although that would only last a short while before fists would fly and a cover up would be some how created for when he went to school. But nobody ever questioned it and to this day he’s never been able to understand how nobody could see the pain he was going through.

October ninth was a day that Laurent had never forgotten when he arrived home from school and his mother’s bags were packed with nothing left but a note that said she was sorry. His own mother had left him with his drunken abusive father. She had saved herself but left her son to deal with everything she had gone through. And now that his father had less people to take his anger out on; Seran became the main target for everything. The beating’s became more intense and Seran eventually stopped going to school so he could do what ever his father told him to do.

But one night things changed after yet another slap to the face, drunken beer bottles trashed around the house and a confused boy sat on the floor crying. Something snapped in side of him; something that he’s never been able to explain since.

It was like the whole word was gone from under his own feet as he stared out into the dark sky, a Monday evening around 9:45pm and the only sounds were his erratic breathing and the tweets of the birds in the distance. While his father slept he dosed the whole house in gasoline and without a second thought set it alight and watched as it burnt to the ground— well or so he thought. He took off before he could finish watching.

Laurent took off for a number of years, returning only to see a reminiscence of a house that used to be there. Laurent had killed his own father and nobody had ever questioned it. It had been ruled that the father in his stricken grief of his wife leaving him had killed himself and his son and the family were completely forgotten about.

Laurent was never sure about why he came back, he knew he needed to see what he had done to come to terms with it. But it had made him cold, angry and he’d never been the same since. He wasn’t sure when he started working as a hit man. At first it had been for a couple hundred bucks to get him out of debt, and then it started to pile up. 

His release had always been racing his beaten car with his friends, nothing more than fun. But when he realised he could make money out of it, things changed in his life. Laurent began to race all the time, short change then changed to what some would consider lots of money. Profit was made after he’d began to upgrade his cars, and before he knew it Laurent had a following, practically living for the fame that had seemingly taken over him.

When he was recruited for a small time illegal racing group he took it without thinking and soon enough he was the living proof of what underground racing was like. He was working for them, whether that be racing or many of the other jobs they had going for them. Laurent had found his calling, although no better than his father in his day. He had became him. 

But now aged 50 Laurent ran the Seattle Snakes with an iron fist, known for his brutal personality and almost psychopathic tenancies. He was one to be feared. Making even the most normal of people shake in their boots. Well known to the authorities for his short time he’d spent behind bars years previous, but his people depended on him. Laurent is a brutal kind of man that does not fear killing or people. All he cares about is making sure him, and his Team have what they need to survive. If you get in the way of that, there will be hell to pay, because no one fucks with a Serpent. 

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Although seen as psychopathic and dangerous underneath there is something to be loved with Laurent because he is caring about those around him. He is just not scared to protect what he believes to be rightfully his. He has a great worth ethic, he can be thoughtful when it comes to planning and is always fair when it comes to calls within his group. Beside that he is a very violent individual who should be watched and feared, even if he likes you there is a switch inside of him that is easily flipped and he can be very temperamental. 

+ Fair, Dynamic & Focused - Violent, Controlling & Sarcastic

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Nevaeh Sanford

Characters Age: Thirty Years Old

Faceclaim Choice: Phoebe Tonkin

Hometown: Newhampton, England.

Occupation: Meth Creation & Distribution

Secondary Occupation: Precision Driver for Sons of Sin.

Standing: Sons of Sin

Triggers: Drug, Murder & Death

BIOGRAPHY

With beautiful long brunette hair and standing at five foot six,  Nevaeh had always been the cute one of her friends and family. If you saw Nev In public you’d get the impression straight away she was a well-rounded individual with her well-spoken tongue. But beneath the fifty layers she has built is something much darker. Ever since Nev can remember her parents had always treated her like their princess, they never spoiled her even though they were of money.

But she wasn’t treated badly and was always given her fair share of treats from her father. As time went along her parents split sending Nev into a downward spiral at school. It wasn’t the typical kind of break up for parents, her father Darren, who posed as an investment banker also worked in his spare time as a consultant to Marcel and his family on their illegal drug trades. Nev grew up hearing her parents argue over her father’s discretion. Nev knew the day when her mother walked out of the front door she wouldn’t be coming back. And she never did.

Nev never forgave her mother for leaving her with her father, although she loved the man he had also lied to her and it showed that her mother never really loved Nev.

But as time progressed Nev and her father became extremely close. At a young age Nev would always be around Marcel’s house playing with his family members or staying there while her father was away on business. By the time she reached the age of sixteen Nev could tell you the problem with your car in five minutes flat and the boys would constantly be around hers teaching her new things about cars or better ways to drive. It became a part of her every day life. With the money that was coming into her house hold from her father working for Marcel meant she pretty much lived the  high life, but as she began to progress in her own life she started to partake in the business herself. It was quickly noted that she had a talent and before anything else could happen, she knew every chemical that you needed to run a smooth meth lab and was very familiar with the drug trade and how to operate weaponry.

Throughout her life Nev had never had girlfriends but in fact her racing boys were her life. It was at seventeen years old when she first laid her eyes on Riley Parton, big time racer and the most beautiful man she’d ever met. At first the both of them were thrown into a whirl wind of emotions, he was loving but dangerous and she was edgy but caring. As a pair they worked and made people around them jealous. But the second the doors were closed things soon changed, being part of Marcella’s inner crew Riley had his way with Nev never giving her much of a say.

Even in this day and age there was an equality in the community that she was a female. The boys tanked over her and thus she felt like she couldn’t say exactly how and what was happening; even her racing was a shock to most except the Marcellus boys.

But things would change drastically in Nev’s life in her early twenty's, after spending four years with someone you think you know everything about them. The in’s and outs. It was the first proper time they’d argued about him picking her up an hour late, they’d bickered but a full on screaming match broke out in their front living room.

Nev turned to leave and before she could get out the door Riley had punched her in the back of the head. It was the first time he’d ever done it. But it wouldn’t be the last as time went on Riley started to progressively get worse with Nev making it harder for her to leave him or speak out.

But if that wasn’t enough to be dealing with at such a prime time in her life, there was only one step and one action that made her realise she had to get out. Nev came home one day early from being out to dinner with Marcel and his family, as she entered her apartment she caught Riley and Cassie, a former friend of hers in bed together. It was in that moment that Nev packed her bags and left. She felt free for the first time in four years.

As life seemed to finally be pulling it back together for her she was racing every week with her friends. One night when she was out hanging with her friends by the old warehouses, they’d all retreated after doing a few small time deals. As the night progresses two of the four pull guns on Nev and her friend Mex.

In a state of survival Nev and Mex pull their guns out in protection. The stand-off is intense when the cops show up. To their surprise Nev and Mex realise that the other two had set this entire thing up to try and bring down Marcel and his team. With the cops surrounding them Nev will not back down, even though Mex has lowered his gun to the ground. Nev tries to keep her mind focused as she holds the gun but as a cop creeps up behind her, startled she shoots the gun not realising that another cop Is standing in front of her.

In the craziness that happened in the next fifteen minutes Nev couldn’t really remember much as it all looked like a blur. But later that day Marcel had Nev and Mex pack their bags and leave Seattle. For the next four years Nev found herself travelling, racing for cash in other countries and trying to make a life for herself out of what she could.

Now aged thirty years old Nev has spent a few years travelling alone after Mex met a girl down in Spain. Mex left him with his new fiance and moved on to the next place on her map, while travelling around the beautiful island of Thailand she received a call.

Nev’s beloved Marcel had been arrested in regards to the racing gangs that had been dominating the streets of Seattle. The life she used to be apart of, living for the drama and the thrills that only an expensive car with the perfect tires could create. Someone had taken over what was believed to be part of her families legacy; luckily enough someone who was trusted within the circle. 

Nev at first was unsure If she’d even want to return but Marcel said he needed her expertise on her work with racing and meth chem. Knowing she could never say no to the man that saved her life and needed her now, she knew she couldn't leave him high and dry. Without another word she was returning home on the next flight. She didn’t know what awaited for her back home, she’d missed her father greatly. But would It be the same? Or would her life be completely different.

Knowing full well that Riley is still in town makes her heart race, she doesn’t ever want to see him again and seeing people that she left behind when she was a lot younger would be interesting in order for her to bond with those people again. She’d kept in contact with a few but it was going to be a new learning curve for her. 

But maybe one she needed.

PERSONALITY 

Nev is extremely loyal sometimes to a fault with the need to please and be perfect. She is seen to be one of the boys which is often a good thing in her team. Nev is someone who loves cars, fighting and drinking and that has never really changed and often she is found drinking alone in a bar or driving around with her friends to pass the time. 

Three (3) Positive Traits: Compassionate, Courageous & Logical Three (3) Negative Traits: Domineering, Irresponsible & Unpredictable

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Bellamy Keane

Characters Age: Twenty Eight Years Old

Faceclaim Choice: Candice Accola

Hometown: Charter Oak, Canada.

Occupation: FBI Special Ops Agent.

Secondary Occupation: Undercover as a Filer At The Memorial Hospital

Standing: Civillian

BIOGRAPHY 

Bellamy Keane stood tall at five foot eight with cascading light blonde hair and a smile that seemingly lit up the room every time she entered. The world saw her wearing fine tailored suits, her badge and confidence which emanated from her and the world instantly either wanted to be her, or be with her.

But Bellamy’s job made that almost completely impossible. At the mere age of twenty two Bellamy had experienced more in the world of politics, Cryptography, training, army and secret-ops training than most people who’d spent most of their lives in the field – and Bellamy was one of the most wanted agents in the country.

From the beginning Bellamy Keane had always been the pretty girl who people believed would grow up to be a actress, model or some kind of entertainment factor that people witnessed on their TV. Her mother and father had been happily married for fifteen years when Bellamy was brought into the world. Her mother was a MI5 linguist translator while her father served in the British army. Her family had always been far from the normal house hold. Whether that be her mother running away in the middle of the night to secret projects or her father fighting battles in other countries. Growing up Bellamy had seen more of her nanny than her parents, but she understood that their jobs weren’t like normal parents; her parents were very special in the running of the country. As soon as Bellamy was old enough she pushed herself into the army cadets, training twice a week with them. She’d originally did it to impress her father but in the end she fell in love with it as much as her father did. Any chance he got her father would be there cheering Bellamy on.

Hitting her 9th year of school Bellamy had her heart set on training to work in the army or some kind of secret agency, where most parents laughed; her family did not. Instead they trained her as they had been at the age of twenty. Starting with basic 6am fitness training as the years progressed so did the intensity. 6am fitness became all day cryptology training, mathematics, phycology and sociology readings and mentalist training provided by her mother’s friends down at the MI5; they all knew she could do it. By the age of nineteen she was packing her bags to move to the states.

After finishing up at college coming out with full distinction * results she was asked to take a test by her mother’s friend, Alberta. Taking the test she answered over four hundred questions on languages, mathematics, cryptology and all core of computer technology. It wasn’t till the results came back that the results were passed around with the higher staff. She’d gotten an entire 98% of the entire 100% in the test.

It was evident to the entire team that Bellamy was special; her mind was as quick as silver and she had skills to succeed higher than most of them in the room. Her mother called a meeting with her superiors asking them to take a look at her daughter and see if she could be slowly integrated into the system. Bellamy waited outside the room awaiting the answers for her future. When her mother had stepped out of the doors there had been a smile as big as Louisiana on her lips. Her mother proceeded to tell her that she wouldn’t be working for the MI5 but instead she’d be transferred over to America to work a year in the army, then another two in the ops and cryptology program.

Completing three years in the program Bellamy came out an independent, strong woman who was immediately taken into the FBI as a trained mentalist, criminal consultant and under-cover cop. Working alongside some of the most top-secret projects in the world, Bellamy had access to anything she wanted. She was housed by them, she had a Bentley as a company car and never dined in a place that you didn’t have to book two months in advance. She was living the life she’d always wanted, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t love it.

On the morning of November seventh a group meeting was called as everyone rushed into the room at the pentagon. People yelled, some screamed and others just nodded their heads as new projects were passed around the table. It was then a brown file was placed directly in her hands by the head of intelligence himself. Everyone fell silent in the room as the folder was past to her, she could feel the seething people staring at her. It was a battle field working in this office; everyone competed for the best jobs. And here the head was giving her a task person to person. Bellamy nodded thankful as she took a step back from the people.

Opening the file she was greeted with pictures, file reports and a list of deaths longer than her two arms put together. As she shuffled the files she realised that this was based in Seattle, a place she’d never visited before. As she exited the room she was quick to go to her office as she laid all the information out over her office. The white board which was across the room became a map of people; names such as Laurent Alec Meskova, Ethan Summers and many more names that seemed to be growing, information pinned next to their name as she tried to figure out their story. Bellamy stared at the board as she tried to figure out what else was going on in the lifes of those involved in an organised drag racing community.

Five hours later a knock on the door caused her to jump out of her work mode as she looked up to the door. Entering was the Head of Intelligence again. She was taken aback as she greeted him in. It was then he handed her yet again another file – which confused Bellamy. He told her he was sending her on her first top secret under cover mission. Alone.

He wanted her to move to Seattle and live as if she was new to the town. While there he wanted her to get close to the families and get any information she could on their fathers. He also wanted full reports on the people she met. Bellamy knew that this was going to be a big task.

The morning after she was packing her things, the Bureau had prepared her a place to stay in Belford Manor and supplied her with a fake job at Ashe Memorial Hospital as a filer. She knew this way she would be able to get to peoples files a lot easier.

This job could be good for Bellamy or completely the most dangerous thing she’s ever done in her life.

PERSONALITY SUMMARY 

Bellamy is a quick minded clever individual whose life is based around her job; she is very sarcastic but sweet to those whom know her very well. She isn’t completely aware of her looks which does garner attention from men and it can make her seem naive or innocent.  She prefers books to people most of the time but is still rather outgoing.

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Good day to everyone who is currently lurking! Please see this new original character role play called Seattle Race which is loosely based upon the Fast & Furious film series. Alongside that this is a city role play with an underlying sub plot. 

It’s easy to be sleepless in Seattle.

Seattle is a haven to people of all types; from the picturesque Pike Place Market, the City Centre to the downtown stores and boutiques in the waterfront district’s, it was one of the most vibrant cities in the world; attracting all kinds of people from all walks of life.

But behind the picture perfect image that the rainy city had created for itself, a city of rich history of jazz and liquor to the notorious crime families that had ran the city from 1910.

“Jazz is not just music, it’s a way of life, it’s a way of being, a way of thinking” - Nina Simone.

The world of crime and horror was not news to people who’d spent their lives here, although beautiful it had it’s demons as did every city. But the biggest of them all was not far off.

midst the chaos of the city, The Seattle Snakes had created, the sons of sin were born. Their sole purpose to bring down the Seattle Snakes and dominate the racing world for themselves. But it wasn’t an easy task and it didn’t come without repercussions. It started one of the biggest and most dangerous rivalries the racing world had seen in years.

Amongst the beautiful sounds of jazz was the lifestyle that came with the clubs. Secret underground gambling, fighting and racing rings that had been created to profit those who saw themselves as above the law. Located in the heart of Seattle were two notorious drag racing teams fighting for the right to be called Kings and Queens of Seattle’s well known racing strip Castor Lanes.

‘‘It’s ride or die, baby.’‘ 

But with both the North and South side fighting to the death and the rise in interest from the police, it was thought they would calm down but that hadn’t stopped them but only driven them to be more careful with how they dealt with their crimes.

Two leaders Laurent Alec Meskova of the Seattle Snakes & Luca Grey of the Son’s of Sin have made it impossible to escape the lifestyle once you were integrated. A need for the lifestyle that seemingly consumed everybody in it’s path.

People from all over the world would travel and flock to see the two teams fight it out.

Who do you side with?

Are you a snake or a sinner?

Shut Up and Drive.

Summary: This is an original character role play called Seattle Race which is loosely based upon the Fast & Furious film series. Alongside that this is a city role play open to all kinds of characters whether involved in crime or not but with an underlying sub plot of crime, rivalry and illegal drag racing.

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Ronan Lisgard

Characters Age: Twenty Nine Years Old

Faceclaim Choice: Matthew Daddario

Hometown: Seattle, Washington

Occupation: Owner of the Lisgard & Sons Auto Shop

Secondary Occupation: Utilities & Weapons 

Standing: The Seattle Snakes

Triggers: Military, Depression, Abandonment & Single Parenting. 

BIOGRAPHY

The begining of Ronan’s life was practically perfect, a happy boy with a cheeky smile plastered across his lips. Often called on in school for being bright, well mannered and smart. He was off to a great start the moment he walked into the world with a family whom loved him and adored the ground he walked on. Ronan excelled in all aspects of school, girls never really bothering him as he hadn’t really grown into his looks. He was just seen as the comedian, someone people wanted to be best friends with by never date. 

But it wasn’t until he was old enough that his family revealed to him the life they actually led. Ronan Lisgard was brought up in the life of crime, a family of mobsters and drug dealer. But as a young teen he never really thought too much into it, not wanting to be forced to see his family any differently than he already did; perfect.

His father, Grady was a Seattle Snake and always showing his young boy his cars. Wanting him to learn so that one day he could take over the family business of the Auto Shop, Lisgard & Sons. Austin had always wanted that, a quiet life working under his dad until it was time for him to take over the business.

Underneath that he had a desire to play music, often tucked away in his room strumming his guitar and writing music. Ronan knew his father would never agree with his love for music, so instead of pursing his real dream Ronan placed it on the back burner never wanting to disappoint his family. All he wanted was to be the perfect son and be happy.

As Ronan hit his older teen years many things in his life changed, the young boy who had been naive to what his family were involved with changed. His first love went by the name of Lettie, a small blonde who threw him through a hurricane of emotions, like all first loves it ended in heart break for him and after that it changed his perception and women, not wanting to settle down or be tied to anyone. 

After that Ronan became part of the very thing he’d once tried to ignore, joining the Snakes beside his father and taking part in things he’d never expected he’d allow himself to be. After his father had got Ronan to drive, the second he was behind a wheel something changed inside of him. A need for speed only grew as his age did, and something inside the boy changed him into his father. The two would have been mistaken for each other if looked at closely enough.

Ronan was a very complex minded character in compared to most of those he associated himself with, many faces to his personality but loyal to fault. With a gift behind the wheel, something he’d harnessed as timed progressed, he began to garner the attention of females and as he grew into his own looks he seemed to fall more and more into the life of a gang member. 

By the time he hit eighteen he did something that surprised his entire family and enlisted in the army. It had been something he’d thought about for a while, Ronan felt stagnant and wanted to experience life outside of Seattle. The way he wanted to do that was by serving his country after everything he’d done to disobey the law. He wanted to get on the straight and narrow much to his fathers disappointment but still proud of his son for spreading his wings.

But his dream was cut short when a simple night run ended in an explosion and an honourable discharge and after being free of his old life for five years he returned home. Depression was something that crept in time to time, feeling trapped and alone. Away from all his brothers that he’d met while he was over there. It was stuck in his room back at his parents house that he found his music again, and would later meet a woman that changed his life forever. Falling for someone who you believed walked on water, would die or kill for. That was exactly what Ronan found when he fell for the dark haired female. 

It wasn’t long before he was down on one knee proposing and falling back into his families life of being in the gang. Wanting to provide for everything she wanted and needed, but of course at the time Ronan didn’t see that she was playing him; getting what she could out of him and making him do all the work for the relationship. When the pregnancy came around he was esatic and she was not, although he didn’t see it. Everything was through rose tinted glasses when it came to her. 

And thus a beautiful baby girl by the name of Rosie was born. Instantly Ronan knew what real love was when he saw his baby girl, something inside of him changed and he vowed he’d do anything in his life to keep her safe but the biggest heart break of all was waking up to an emptied house and realising she’d left him with their daughter. A now single father, Ronan tries to navigate life with a three year old and keep himself happy as much as he possibly can. He is often found singing at the local bar for extra money or racing the streets for the Snakes. Anything to provide for his family. 

PERSONALITY

Unlike most of the Snakes Ronan is extremely caring and thoughtful with a need to help. He is a single father that would do anything for his daughter, Rosie and is very much a great dad besides his illegal activities. Ronan will go out of his way to help whom ever needs it, even under the table a Sons of Sin if he has too. He is terrified to love again after his two attempts to be a boyfriend have ended badly. 

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Below Tags

Seattlerace:starter

Seattlerace:Follow

Seattlerace:Unfollow

Seattlerace:Task

Seattlerace:Event

Seattlerace:Admin