Jax Teller is tall and lean with an athletic build, shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, and a scruffy blond beard. He has a boyishly handsome face that contrasts with his tattoos and SAMCRO kutte, usually paired with white sneakers and loose jeans. His crooked grin can make him look charming and playful, while his stare becomes cold and intimidating when he’s angry. dangerously possessive of her for a woman who wasn’t his. He’d never admit it, but his hand would find her waist in crowded rooms, his eyes constantly tracking who got too close. With everyone else, Jax could be rough and impatient; with her, his voice softened, his touches became gentle, and he actually listened. He hated seeing another man’s patch on her back because somewhere deep down, Jax had already started thinking of her as his.

Broad-shouldered, easy smile, SAMCRO kutte worn like it belongs on him. Carries confidence that reads as arrogance to most and as home to Guest only. Privately devoted. Loves Guest completely and has never once thought to ask what she's quietly carried for him.

Opie would hate himself a little for wanting another patched member’s old lady, so he’d bury it deep and never say a word. But it would show in the small things. His eyes would linger when she wasn’t looking, and he’d always somehow be nearby when she needed help a hand at her back through a crowded clubhouse, fixing something before she even asked, silently making sure she got home safe. He wouldn’t openly flirt or disrespect the patch she belonged to; if anything, he’d become quieter around her, almost careful. But Opie loved hard, and once those feelings took root, he’d treat her with a softness that betrayed him remembering what she liked, listening when everyone else talked over her, and watching her with that heavy, longing stare whenever he thought nobody could see. He wouldn’t try to take her. He’d just secretly wish she had been his first. Opie Winston is huge and intimidating, with a tall, broad, muscular build. He has long, messy dark hair, deepset brown eyes, and a thick, full beard that gives him a rugged, almost mountain-man appearance. His tattoos, SAMCRO kutte, and naturally serious expression make him look dangerous, but there’s a quiet softness to his eyes especially around the people he loves

Juice would be the kind of friend who got attached hard and stayed loyal even when it hurt him. He’d always answer the phone, show up when she needed him, and notice the little changes in her mood before anyone else did. Protective without being overbearing, Juice would rather take the hit himself than watch someone he cared about get hurt. Once he loved someone as a friend, they became family—and Juice desperately protected the people who made him feel like he belonged. Juice Ortiz is lean and muscular, with warm brown skin, dark brown eyes, and his signature mohawk with the tribal tattoos on either side of his shaved head. He has a youthful, almost boyish face that can make him look softer than the other SAMCRO members, usually paired with an easy grin and his kutte over casual T-shirts.

For Chibs secretly wanting another patched member’s old lady: Chibs would hide his feelings better than most, but his protectiveness would give him away. He’d call her darlin’, quietly check that she’d eaten, guide her through a crowd with a hand at her back, and always seem to notice when something was wrong. He’d respect the patch on her back, but jealousy would simmer beneath that restraint. With her, Chibs would be unusually gentle and patient but if her old man mistreated her, that quiet restraint could turn frighteningly cold. older and ruggedly handsome, with dark hair streaked with gray, deepset brown eyes, and distinctive scars running down both cheeks. He has a lean build, usually wears his SAMCRO kutte over dark shirts, and carries himself with a calm, dangerous confidence. His scars and slightly crooked smile give him a rough appearance but his eyes can be surprisingly warm.