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THE CHARACTER BASICS

Character's Name: Regan Aislin McElvy

Character's Alias: Re, Reggie

Character's Age: 31

Character's Birthdate: January 13th

Canon or Original Character: Original Character

Playby:Neon Lynxie/Miss Lilex/Aleks P (she goes by all three of them)

THE PERSONALITY

Likes: Chocolate, sleeping, the feel of grease between her fingers, a revving engine, lilies, blue, fighting, warm weather.

Dislikes: Oranges, annoying ticking sounds, yelling, arguing, over-sleeping, being told what to do.

Fears: She’ll die in a crash. She’ll never settle down with someone she loves.

Weaknesses: Children. A man who knows his way around a fine engine. Accents.

Strengths: Her extremely driven personality. Determination.

Hobbies: sketching, singing, rebuilding engines. Her life revolves around cars, essentially.


General Personality:


Regan is extremely driven and determined in whatever she sets her mind to. She does not screw round when there is a matter that is rather important to her. There’s no task too small for her to put her mind to, she has a way of making all tasks on her important list. That comes from her dad’s side of the family since he was always extremely set on doing things.



She is extremely friendly and will talk the day away with anyone who is willing to talk to her that much. As long as the topic isn’t too serious, she’ll talk and talk and talk and talk. Being so friendly has helped her gain a lot of friends in various places in her life, including ones that have a bit of money to spend if needed.



There are many walls one will have to break down when dealing with Regan. After all of the crap that went down with her family, she learned to keep people at an even farther distance. The business her father was involved in also made her keep people at an arms length, if not farther. She does not trust easily but once you earn that trust, you’re in for life. Unless you do something devastating to her.



She also tends to be a bit aggressive if things get heated. Despite being very in control of her anger, it’s rather easy at times to get her annoyed. For whatever reason she has a temper, and there are certain things that annoy her a lot more that others. If things get to a physical level, her choice of weapon will always be a knife.

THE APPEARANCE

She’s not very tall, she barely stands at five foot two inches with longer legs than her torso. There are two moles on the right side of her stomach and she’s rather thin. Not too thin, though, there is some muscle on Regan’s body but it’s not an over abundance of muscle. Her dark brown/almost black hair falls at shoulders length and is typically straightened, but it has a natural wave to it. Every so often she’ll put a few streaks of colors in it, usually red, but every so often she’ll use blue or green.



On any given day she’s wearing jeans, boots, and a shirt she can get messy. If given the opportunity, she’ll wear heels and a nice, more form-accentuating shirt than a t-shirt. But that doesn’t happen very often so it’s usually the same old clothes to get dirty.

THE HISTORY

Father: Roban McElvy, 67, incarcerate for life.

Mother: Aisling McElvy, deceased

Siblings: None

Marital Status: Single

Children: None

Other Important Family Members: Just her extended racing family, she considers her real family dead to her.


History:


Regan was born in Kilkenny, Ireland to Roban and Aisling a little late in their marriage, but she was there none the less. It had taken them awhile to conceive, so Regan was a bit of a miracle and would be the only child to the couple. That proved a bit troublesome since they were rather wealthy and Regan got everything she wished for.



See, Regan’s father was involved with the Irish mob who had ties to all of the other international mobs who took up residence in Ireland. He wasn’t the top gun in all of it, but he was damned near close to it and made a lot of money. So, the McElvy’s lived comfortably in their home until there was a need for power in the States. Her father found them a rather lush home in LA and off the family went.



Regan was about eight when that took place, having lived a spoiled life in Ireland with private tutors and whatever she pointed her fingers at was hers. In the states, it was a little different. She was still given what she wanted in her parents attempt to cope with her wanting to go back to Ireland. Oh, and she was no longer home-schooled. That didn’t go over with Regan all that well, especially after a few weeks into going to the private school and she hadn’t made any friends.



It was a few years of Regan going to the school until her parents obliged and pulled her out of the school. She was only thirteen and her father was to head back to Ireland for a little bit so Regan was pulled out of school to keep her at home for awhile. It was the first six months of her father being away that Aisling worked on calming her daughters cockiness down. Aisling felt her daughter needed to be quite a bit more humble and after quite some time of calming Regan down, it was time for the girl to go back to school.



There was a great big fight about where Regan was to go to school and after a bit of convincing, Aisling enrolled Regan in the public school. It was here that Regan finally found her niche and a good group of friends. They introduced her to cars at a young age of fifteen and Regan was hooked. It became her hobby, she spent hours at a friends father’s shop looking at engines and learning all she could about the workings of a car.



When she was legally allowed to drive, Aisling got Regan ready to drive and Regan got her license relatively quickly. Of course, begging for a car took a good bit of time and by her seventeenth birthday, Regan had little Nissan. Of course she drove it everywhere, put some work in the engine, and made it a mediocre street car to have fun in. Well, that is until her father came home.



Roban had different plans for Regan. He pulled her out of the public high school, started arguing with her mother, and claimed they were moving back to Ireland. Now, Regan didn’t want to go back to Ireland anymore, she had made a life for herself here in the States. Regan didn’t want to go across the pond, and the last straw with her father was when he sold her car. So, for a good week she spent her time with her friends. She had had it with her father so she wasn’t going to bother arguing with him and decided it was better to stay away from home until the weekend, when she would need more clothes.



When Regan arrived home it was eerily quiet. She checked around downstairs but no one was there, so she went upstairs towards her parents room. Right before she went through the door she spotted a bloody footprint on the floor, eyes widening as she pushed the door open and was met with her mother on the bed with a knife in her chest. Her father walked out of the bathroom, blood on his hands and Regan backed away. He said something but she had already ran to her room and barricaded herself in it to call the cops.



Three weeks later, her father was deemed guilty of murder and was sent to jail. The now eighteen-year-old Regan had to fend for herself and the first step was selling that horrid house. Instead, she found herself a new home that was a lot more modest than the giant mansion her father had tastes for. Regan took what she wanted from the mansion, put it in her own home, and sold everything else along with the mansion itself. When she turned to her own family for some emotional support, none of them wanted anything to do with her. After reaching out a few more times, she gave up and considered herself a loner on the family front.



After a few months of just living in the house, Regan got herself a new car. She needed to start earning money and getting a normal job was out of the question.The Nissan 350Z became her trademark with the metallic blue paint job. Even the headlamps had a blue hue to them and she put almost $15,000 under the hood before her first race. Street racing was not forgiving. She kept winning races but everyone kept pushing her buttons to try and get her to lose. So far, she was unbeatable.



That is until she crashed and burned. Coming around a turn, Regan got a little cocky and didn’t let off the gas in time. She put her car into the cement wall of a building and knocked herself up a good bit as well. It took three months to recover from it and another three months to find a car. She was meandering through a junkyard and spotted a Nissan 370Z. Why it was there, she didn’t know, but she took the car home. The front end had a little bit of damage and the engine needed some serious re-hauling, but Regan was determined to make this her car. Almost ten months of work and she was back on the road in her metallic blue Z.



People were a little shocked when she suddenly showed up, a new group of racers had taken over the scene. Toretto was his name and Re couldn’t deny he was a hella good driver, but she gave him a taste of his own medicine. She didn’t beat him, and never would, but she came damned close to it. After winning a bunch of races and upgrading her own car, Regan bought herself a Mazda S2000 as a backup car.



The S2000 proved to be another good car and Regan modified a good bit, but that only comes out for Race Wars. That is her baby. Recently she got herself a Civic Si project car from a junkyard to keep herself entertained between working at the garage and driving.

THE RIDES

Nissan 370Z

Honda S2000

What the Civic will look like

THE ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

RP Sample:


It had been a very stressful two days of moving furniture, boxes, unpacking and finding ways to get something to eat since her electric and gas weren't turned on quite just yet. Her neighbors seemed nice enough and they helped out as much as they could with the heavier items, namely her bed set and the couch, but everything else she unpacked from the moving van by herself. Boxes lined the walls in her living room, her bedroom, the steps up to her bedroom, the table in the kitchen, and the counters in the kitchen. There were even more in the garage but mainly the garage was for her Dad's old Panhead. Yes, she still had the Panhead even though it was in pieces from the accident. The paint job was scratched to hell, the leather seat torn, the suspension gone, and there were no tires on it. Eventually she planned on putting the bike together and fixing it, it was just finding the time, equipment and the drive to do so.


Regan kicked the front door shut with a huff and just looked over all of the boxes she had yet to unpack. God, when did she get so much stuff? Even the hallway to the bathroom had boxes lining it and she had no idea what was in most of these boxes. There had been a plan of unpacking the boxes as she brought them in but then she got lazy, so she changed that plan. Now there were boxes everywhere and she had no idea where to start. Guess her bedroom was a good place since Regan still had to make her bed.

Dragging another box up the steps to the bedroom, she began unpacking her clothes and necessities. It was going to take longer than one day to unpack all of the boxes, but she might as well start now. There were clothes in these boxes that she completely forgot she had since she had been living out of the boxes for the past nine and a half months. Sweatshirts, t-shirts, nice shirts, oh there was a tank top she had been looking for, and of course her Sons of Anarchy clothing. She hadn't worn any of those things since she left Ireland, but she kept them close by in case she needed them.


It only took unpacking seven and a half boxes, making her bed and taking a shower for Regan to be done with unpacking for now. There was that phone book on the table a neighbor had given her so she sat down and began to look for the address to Teller-Morrow Mechanics. She was really going to do this, she was really going to reconnect the Sons of Anarchy after all these years. Five years of avoiding them and here she was in the mother charters home town, going to rekindle the relationship. How would they handle the fact that she was the former Belfast Chapter Vice President's daughter? She was club royalty, would they respect her for that or was she going to have to earn her respect? What would the members think? This was absolutely nerve wracking to the degree Regan began to shake.


No.

She needed to calm down right now. There was the address and it wasn't terribly far in town, which meant she was going to have to go. Taking her keys, Regan climbed into her Jeep Wrangler Sport and made her way down the main route into town, passing the Charming Population sign and more beautiful landscape. This town was truly beautiful, more raw than Ireland had been and not as green, but it was beautiful in its own way. As she rolled through town she noticed all of the stores were small, Mom-and-Pop kind of stores. There were no chain stores like she had seen in other towns. Most importantly, she had seen a store called Walmart that was a rather trash heap but things were somewhat cheap there and there wasn't a one in this town. Oh, she was going to adore this town. Cute shops, cute restaurants, it was a hometown kind of feel and it reminded her of Kilkenny. Small, not too touristy and everyone knew everyone.
Her eyes found the Teller-Morrow red letters and she felt her stomach flip again. It was now or never, she had to meet the local charter. Pulling into the lot, she parked in an empty space and hopped out of the jeep. There were bikes lined up against the loading dock near what she assumed was the clubhouse, each bike fully customized with graphics and it seemed there were a few technical changes, too. Oh look at that, there was a trike...how cute.

Sighing, she passed two men in cuts with a soft smile, the tall bearded man giving her a soft look and the heavier set, shorter bearded man inspecting her as if she were a piece of ass. Oh, Regan was no sweetbutt nor was she a croweater, so these boys were going to learn she was to be respected. If not for who she was, then simply because she demanded respect in general. Before she stepped into the office, she heard a 'Nice tat', realizing she was in a tank top so the top and the very bottom of her two tattoos were peeking out.
A blush worked to hear cheeks and she shook her head, stepping into the office. No one. Of course. A look into the garage didn't help because whoever had been behind her was now gone. Well, to the clubhouse then. Turning around, she walked past the bikes once more and looked at them in a bit more detail before walking to the door. She could hear them laughing and carrying on inside about something. There were womens voices too, but were they sweetbutts, croweaters, or were they Old Ladies? Sighing, Regan opened the door and walked into the quickly silencing room, tucking her hands into her pockets. "Hello...uhm..." she shifted nervously, looking around to see if she knew any man in this charter.

THE PLAYER

About You (The Role Player):

Your Name: Mouse

Your Age: 23

RP Experience: 10 years

How we can contact you: PM or Skype, I’m always available on Skype.

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Accepted, very nicely done

I find it funny that the wheels on her 370z are the exact same wheels on my real life car, except mine are matte black

Welcome!