It was every parents' nightmare come to life. Someone's little girl left for dead in a ditch, though in Sheri's case, there was no family wondering where she was. Orphaned at birth, she spent most of her life in the system, bouncing from one foster home to another until she was sixteen. She ran away to New Orleans and never looked back, choosing to live by her wits and whatever street savvy she possessed, surviving by the skin of her teeth doing whatever she had to in order to pay the bills. It was a dangerous lifestyle, and it could have led to her demise had luck not been on her side.

She'd been hustling some tourists at one of the many dive bars that called the Crescent City home, using a game of pool to pay for her next meal and make rent, when the jig was up and the guys she'd been conning got a clue. Not taking too kindly to being taken advantage of, no matter how good she looked doing it, they decided to take it upon themselves to teach the little redhead a lesson.

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At closing time, they followed her as she walked home, waiting a few blocks before snatching her off a side street and shoving her into the backseat of a car. After a long drive deep into the bayou, they dragged her out and beat her within an inch of her life. It was when they were about to rape her that the bikers who had seen them take her and decided to follow a good distance behind showed up and not only stopped them, but saved Sheri's life.

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It would take a couple of months for her to recover from the brutality of that night, and while her battered body may have healed, her mind hasn't and probably never will. She was 25 then, but she remembers everything that happened to her like it was yesterday and, because of it, she suffers from PTSD (anxiety and insomnia brought on by night terrors), but the way she sees it, at least she's alive and it's all because of the group of men that saved her -- a bunch of outlaws that she's not only loyal to, but that she now calls family.

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Vital Statistics

• Sheri Lynn Meadows

• Born August 31, 1991 (Virgo)

• 28 years old

• Ginger/red hair (natural)

• Hazel eyes (green'ish with gold flecks; catlike)

• Fair skin, with freckles.

• 5 feet 4 inches tall

• 110-115 pounds

• 34DD-24-35 (natural)

• Has a handful of scattered tattoos (right ankle, between shoulder blades, and  lower abdomen)

• Ears are pierced.

• Unclaimed

• Born in Merrimac, MA (orphaned at birth)

• Dropped out of school at 16 (got her GED at 19)

• Ran away from a foster home (one of many throughout her life) and landed in New Orleans, Louisiana

• Does whatever is necessary to pay the bills (bar-tending, stripping, hustling, etc.).

• Drives a 1986 (black, lifted) Chevy pick-up.

• Smokes (marijuana and cigarettes), drinks, and swears.

• Loves to dance -- took lessons well into her teens.

• Intelligent (street smarts). Sweet and sassy with a lot of spunk. Crafty when required. Stubborn (sometimes to a fault) and strong-willed -- a survivor. Trustworthy and loyal to those that deserve it. Doesn't trust or fall in love easy, but when she does, she does so fiercely and with every fiber of her being.

• Is a sweetbutt for the Grim Reapers Motorcycle Club, New Orleans chapter. Has been with them since 2016. Dances and slings drinks at their bar/clubhouse, Shady Jack's Saloon.