AJ Redwine
Name: AJ (Aurora Jean Redwine; strictly AJ to pretty much everyone. Isn't one to disclose her name)
Age: 51
Sexuality: Into girls. No label.
Lesson one: Don’t ever depend on a man. Lara Walker, without meaning to, was the one to teach that lesson to her daughter. It was something forever ingrained in her. Her mother hadn’t learned that lesson. Lara brought in man after man, spreading her legs for any guy with the right words, sure that he was the one. She was a delusional woman. Every time she was wrong, lesson not learned. It didn’t take long before fresh bruises adorned her mother’s body, shouting the soundtrack on repeat in their home, and next thing she knew she had to pack her things and leave everything behind once more. Home was an illusion.
Lesson two: Use what you’ve got. Boys never chased AJ on the playground. She wasn’t sent to school with ribbons in her hair, skirt hanging off her hip, and the assurance that she was the most precious thing in the whole world like all the other girls her age. They never even gave her a second glance…until thirteen. She didn’t have anymore to offer than before, save for two new ornaments on her chest. And everyone took notice. The boys talked to her, said things that made all the girls blush, but only made AJ roll her eyes. They started asking her to dances, slipping their hands up her shirt. Things changed with the girls too. The prissy daddy’s girls who turned their nose up at her now wanted to be her friend, wanted to see what these magical things called boobs felt like. They only wanted more from there. Boys and girls alike. And she let them have what they wanted. Her mother had, what else was she supposed to do? Changes came in the way of appearance and of living. AJ was left motherless at thirteen. It was bound to happen. Her mother finally met the man who didn’t come with apologies and promises to do better next time. So AJ was left alone in the world. Enter teacher and pseudo-father, Axe Redwine. A hard man that had sent many men to meet their maker, and yet somehow had a place in his seemingly non existent heart for this young girl who wasn’t his to deal with. He taught her well. Many times she walked into the clubhouse for his motorcycle club with stories of the things boys and girls had tried to do. The things they said to her. The way teacher’s walked by to “check her work” when really all they were doing was looking down into her blouse. Her work always seemed to receive an A. Axe taught her how to command people’s attention. She had what they wanted, she had the power. He let her know that. At the time, he was everything she could have dreamed of. He was the guiding light she followed. Lesson one hadn’t been learned well enough. Little did she know that him teaching her to take control to get what she wanted was him doing the same thing to her. He crept into her bedroom some nights and cried. It made her weak. He made her weak. She just wanted to make him happy.
Lesson three: Trust no one. Weston Ivory was the new kid in town. Nobody knew where he had come from, but he came with blood on his hands. Right into the clubhouse, the nape of his neck, his arms, and hands wet with blood. He turned out to be Axe’s bastard son. He knew the one place he could find protection was with the man who had been in his place many times before. AJ spent many evenings with Weston. They could trade fucked up stories for hours on end. He made her feel normal. Every piece of them felt normal and okay. They didn’t have choices. This was their life. And they had both accepted that for what it was. One of those nights, AJ confided in Weston about everything that had happened with Axe. She spoke only out of pure admiration for him. She was in awe. He had given her the power to be herself unapologetically, he had opened up to her unlike he had with anyone else, she knew him. He knew her. She knew how to make his body feel good when his mind was screaming at him. She could give him the strength he needed to get through the day with a simple touch or words. It all felt so right, she explained to Weston. He shattered her reality. He spent many more nights trying to convince her that what Axe was doing was wrong. She didn’t want to believe that. This man who had given her so much was not a bad man. She wouldn’t believe it. Every time she told Weston she couldn’t bear to here any more, she could see the fire in his eyes grow dim. He was giving up. He was losing his resolve. And she was relieved. Because she had been losing hers too. She could almost believe him.
One night, she found out the fire in his eyes grew dim because he had gained his resolve, not lost it. Everything was ablaze.
Axe Redwine never stood a chance against his own son. AJ never asked questions. She knew what she was being told. A rival biker gang had done this when it was least expected. She knew better.
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AJ left it all. Axe had left everything he had to her. She was finally free. Of her mother, and of Axe. Nobody was going to hold her down now. She could find peace.
But peace was never really her style. Instead, she got into prostitution. Opened her own place. Had other people run the business for her while she stayed behind the scenes. Mostly enjoying the girls there for her own pleasure, with a little work here and there. She was the one in control now, with the right words to say that every girl in the business craved to hear.
OOC: This is all a very quick look at AJ. Not quite as in depth as I'd like, but if you want to know more feel free to ask. I'd like to play her with one of the prostitutes. AJ is a very dominant character, so bear that in mind. I'd like something to develop beyond sex between our characters.
Age: 51
Sexuality: Into girls. No label.
Lesson one: Don’t ever depend on a man. Lara Walker, without meaning to, was the one to teach that lesson to her daughter. It was something forever ingrained in her. Her mother hadn’t learned that lesson. Lara brought in man after man, spreading her legs for any guy with the right words, sure that he was the one. She was a delusional woman. Every time she was wrong, lesson not learned. It didn’t take long before fresh bruises adorned her mother’s body, shouting the soundtrack on repeat in their home, and next thing she knew she had to pack her things and leave everything behind once more. Home was an illusion.
Lesson two: Use what you’ve got. Boys never chased AJ on the playground. She wasn’t sent to school with ribbons in her hair, skirt hanging off her hip, and the assurance that she was the most precious thing in the whole world like all the other girls her age. They never even gave her a second glance…until thirteen. She didn’t have anymore to offer than before, save for two new ornaments on her chest. And everyone took notice. The boys talked to her, said things that made all the girls blush, but only made AJ roll her eyes. They started asking her to dances, slipping their hands up her shirt. Things changed with the girls too. The prissy daddy’s girls who turned their nose up at her now wanted to be her friend, wanted to see what these magical things called boobs felt like. They only wanted more from there. Boys and girls alike. And she let them have what they wanted. Her mother had, what else was she supposed to do? Changes came in the way of appearance and of living. AJ was left motherless at thirteen. It was bound to happen. Her mother finally met the man who didn’t come with apologies and promises to do better next time. So AJ was left alone in the world. Enter teacher and pseudo-father, Axe Redwine. A hard man that had sent many men to meet their maker, and yet somehow had a place in his seemingly non existent heart for this young girl who wasn’t his to deal with. He taught her well. Many times she walked into the clubhouse for his motorcycle club with stories of the things boys and girls had tried to do. The things they said to her. The way teacher’s walked by to “check her work” when really all they were doing was looking down into her blouse. Her work always seemed to receive an A. Axe taught her how to command people’s attention. She had what they wanted, she had the power. He let her know that. At the time, he was everything she could have dreamed of. He was the guiding light she followed. Lesson one hadn’t been learned well enough. Little did she know that him teaching her to take control to get what she wanted was him doing the same thing to her. He crept into her bedroom some nights and cried. It made her weak. He made her weak. She just wanted to make him happy.
Lesson three: Trust no one. Weston Ivory was the new kid in town. Nobody knew where he had come from, but he came with blood on his hands. Right into the clubhouse, the nape of his neck, his arms, and hands wet with blood. He turned out to be Axe’s bastard son. He knew the one place he could find protection was with the man who had been in his place many times before. AJ spent many evenings with Weston. They could trade fucked up stories for hours on end. He made her feel normal. Every piece of them felt normal and okay. They didn’t have choices. This was their life. And they had both accepted that for what it was. One of those nights, AJ confided in Weston about everything that had happened with Axe. She spoke only out of pure admiration for him. She was in awe. He had given her the power to be herself unapologetically, he had opened up to her unlike he had with anyone else, she knew him. He knew her. She knew how to make his body feel good when his mind was screaming at him. She could give him the strength he needed to get through the day with a simple touch or words. It all felt so right, she explained to Weston. He shattered her reality. He spent many more nights trying to convince her that what Axe was doing was wrong. She didn’t want to believe that. This man who had given her so much was not a bad man. She wouldn’t believe it. Every time she told Weston she couldn’t bear to here any more, she could see the fire in his eyes grow dim. He was giving up. He was losing his resolve. And she was relieved. Because she had been losing hers too. She could almost believe him.
One night, she found out the fire in his eyes grew dim because he had gained his resolve, not lost it. Everything was ablaze.
Axe Redwine never stood a chance against his own son. AJ never asked questions. She knew what she was being told. A rival biker gang had done this when it was least expected. She knew better.
_____________________________________________________________________________
AJ left it all. Axe had left everything he had to her. She was finally free. Of her mother, and of Axe. Nobody was going to hold her down now. She could find peace.
But peace was never really her style. Instead, she got into prostitution. Opened her own place. Had other people run the business for her while she stayed behind the scenes. Mostly enjoying the girls there for her own pleasure, with a little work here and there. She was the one in control now, with the right words to say that every girl in the business craved to hear.
OOC: This is all a very quick look at AJ. Not quite as in depth as I'd like, but if you want to know more feel free to ask. I'd like to play her with one of the prostitutes. AJ is a very dominant character, so bear that in mind. I'd like something to develop beyond sex between our characters.