forum Biker Gang (Reboot)(closed)

Started September 13, 2019 by Deleted user

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Name: Flame Wagner
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Polysexual
Looks: 5'11, wide and broad shoulders that have been crafted from years of carrying things on them, heart shaped face with a small widow's peak at the top that he's self-conscious about, He has an industrial ear piercing with an arrow ear ring, olive skin, inverted triangle body shape, wavy auburn man bun that changes to fawn near the bottom. He usually never takes it out of that style unless he is sleeping, aqua marine eyes emboldened by a cut on his left eyebrow near the end of it, cleft chin, tattoos covering a scar from his childhood that starts from his right shoulder to his right shin, leaving his whole right side covered in tattoos
Outfit: A silver turtle neck and copper sweatpants that can pass off easily as regular pants
Personality: Confident, brave, easy to win others trust, reliable, loyal, vigilant, valiant, hasty, aggressive when the time comes, responsible, stable, straightforward but also awkward while speaking, careful and cautious, proud and sometimes arrogant, curious, if given the choice whether to save one stranger or three family members he would choose the former.
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How they got into the biker gang: Born into a stingy family that didn't show their true colors until he was older. They acted as if he was their best child, hoping that they would grow up and give them many benefits. They put him in boarding school after school, making sure he was fluent in at least five other languages and had a vast knowledge of different topics. Once he came out after graduation, his parents changed their whole personality towards him in a mixture of disappointment and rage. To this day Flame still doesn't know why they were angered with him since they weren't religious but he dealt with it. They refused to call him their son any longer so he was left to fend for himself without any support from his parents. After a few months on and off of jobs, he finally was able to afford a mode of transportation which was a beat-up motorbike that had seen a lot. He saw a group of people with them and just started hanging out around them before they asked him if he wanted to join them after seeing where he was sleeping at night.

Christopher stood by his motorcycle as it filled up with gas, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited. He kept glancing nervously at the price going up, a small materialistic part of himself mourning the loss of his scarce amount of cash. Christopher just got let go the other day from his job at the small diner, but he didn’t tell anyone else yet in fear of being a burden.

Amaris was at the pump filling up gas as she watched another kid nervously keep looking at the small digital screen. She sighed and leaned against her bike and ran a hand through her hair. "What's up kid?" She called

Christopher looked at Amaris, chewing on his lip a little before responding, “Nothing.” As much as Christopher trusted the people in the biker gang after they had taken him under their wings that fateful day, he didn’t want them to feel bad for him. It was his own fault anyways for not having enough money.

"Your tank completely empty?" She asked, paying and walking over to him

“I’m filling it up,” Christopher told her, his voice quiet, as he stared at the ground. He didn’t have enough to fill up his tank entire tank, but the ten dollars worth was enough to get him by for now until he could pick up another job.

Adella hummed along to her music as she walked out of the gas station, holding a Slurpee in her hand and sipping at it. Alrighty, so I filled up already, so I can just head to the house and check up on everyone than make dinner.

Ava pulled up to the station. She had just enough money left to fill her almost empty tank. She wont have any more money until tomorrow but it'll be worth it.

"I'll get it for you this time and you can lay me back after you get the money." She said, going back to her bike and bringing it over to him. "Next time, remember to bring more." She said ryffling her hair.

“N-No, I can’t accept that,” Christopher protested, “I-I can’t pay you back, besides, I have enough to get by.” Christopher glanced up from the ground, biting his lip. I’m such a burden, Amaris is probably annoyed by me by now, why do I even exist…

Colden walked over to Amarid and Christopher when he was done. He looked at the two. "Arguing over gas prices I see." He said then ate a candy bar he got earlier.

"Hey, I said whenever you get the money. Besides, we need to leave and your taking too long." She said, tossing a couple peanuts in her mouth.

Christopher’s cheeks turned slightly pink as he finally accepted, “F-Fine, but I’ll try to pay you back in a couple of days.” He bit his lip again, feeling horrible for accepting the money. He would need to get a job, soon at that… maybe Christopher would finally consider that flyer he saw at the end of an alley.

"Great." Amaris payed for the gas and got on her bike. "Hurry up, we are the last ones." She said and bikes the short distance to where the rest of the crew was waiting.