Post by jack on Jan 19, 2010 18:50:00 GMT -5
JACK AARON GASPAR
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Age: seventeen
Experience: 3 years
How You Found Us: proboards.com
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Nickname(s): Suspect, Sus
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: March, 2
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Graduate
Canon or OC: Cannon
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Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6"5
Weight: 162
Clothing Style: Jack is someone who prefers to wear clothing, that can attract females, which is always happens when he sets foot outside. Wearing all colors of ed hardy shirts, usually the colors he wear are blue, navy blue, black, yellow, and purple. For jeans, he wears tight jeans, that hug around his legs, but it is loose enough for him to move comfortably in. On his head, Jack is always seen with a fitted ball cap, tilting it to the side slightly, wearing colors of all sorts that can match with his outfit. The most important thing to him, that he always carries with him, before he leaves his apartment, is his dark blue bandana, that represents the color of his gang that he is most dedicated to, folding it neatly into a rectangular shape, letting it hang from his front, left pocket.
When it comes to shoes, Jack is very precise with what he wears on his feet, usually having a pair of nike dunks, wearing a wide variety of colors.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa8/pimpmasterj101/threaper.jpg
What everyone notices on Jack, when he has his shirt off, is the signature reaperz tattoo on his back, located on the left side of his back, near his shoulder blade. There is also another tattoo on both wrist, baring the words "Reaperz" in small letters.
Played by: Kid cudi
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Dislikes: The Vipers, being annoyed, disrespectful folks, drunk girls, and the cops.
Strengths: Strategist, very street smart, his ability in boxing, smooth talker [Said to be so smooth, he could salt to a slug.] He can also read body language fairly well.
Weaknesses: Too forgiving, his family, girls that he deeply cares about, and his mother.
Fears : Being overrun by the Vipers, being arrested by the cops, having to result to killing someone.
Goals: To expand his gang, not get caught by 5-0.
Overall Personality: The reactions that Jack receive when others see him, is that he is very intelligent for a leader of a gang, doing everything with caution, planning things ahead, and always having a backup plan. Jack isn't really the one to act like a senseless gang banger, who doesn't follow the rules, Jack doesn't follow the rules, he just knows how to get by. To others, he is generally a nice guy, respecting everyone around, but he does have a limit. When it comes down to business, a new side of Jack is shown, becoming very serious when it come down to money. The thing that pisses Jack off, more than the vipers, if when someone tries to mess with his business, and his gang. Going through school, and living in the projects helped Jack gain that mentality. Mixing both school knowledge, along with street knowledge, giving him an upper hand in the streets.
Jack is known to be an overall social person, having a personality that can make strangers his friends, as he always enjoys a good laugh or two, but he is always cautious with who he trust, since only his true friends see this side of Jack. Usually he is just serious, but it is a different story when a girl is involved, as he knows exactly what to say, and most girls love his serious personality, leaving a bit of mystery to him.
Being the leader of the Reapers, Jack is bound to get into fights, since he has a lot of pride in his gang. During a conflict, Jack engages his enemies in a mind game, keeping a calm posture, getting into his enemies head first. Though, some see him as just being a man who is fooling himself, to think that his new gang can go up against the Vipers, but Jack has left an impression on others, that caused them to think otherwise. Though, he may seem like he always knows what he is doing, sometimes things may not go as planned, which is a big weakness for Jack. He does have a bit of a temper issue, if he is pushed a bit too far, which can cloud his mind at times.
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Father: Darius Lawrence Gaspar
Sibling(s): N/A
Pets: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Nationality: African-american
Hometown: Harlem, New York
Overall History:
Childhood years
Jack Aaron Gaspar, was born in Harlem, it was still sunny outside, and the birds were still chirping. To his parents, this was a good sign for them, being very religious parents, thinking that god blessed them with a child from above. As a kid, Jack had shown no signs of being one of the thugs, that would be seen around the street, since Jack was usually reading a book, or learning how to play chess from his father. He wast eights years old at the time, when his mentality started to change, the more he spent outside, noticing how many dope fiends, pimps, and prostitutes would pass his block. Being raised in a very poor area, where crime is never resting, it helped Jack study the streets a bit, as a child he didn't understand much about what went on in the streets. Knowing that it was something, that his parents wanted him to stay away from, but everyone had secrets in his household. Jack's parents weren't the riches people, but they made it by, until there was a turn in events.
When Jack was at the age of twelve, his father was laid off at his job, working in as an auto mechanic. It seemed that his services weren't needed anymore, being that he was fire, the reason is still unknown. His father grew depressed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to provide for his family, and end up in the streets. Going to the local bar, to drink his problems away, getting drunk at the bar. Soon as he came home, a loud sound came from the living room, awaking Jack, and his mother. Jack just ignored it, thinking that his father stubbed his toe against the couch or something. His mother Linda walked out to see what was going on, smelling the strong scent of alcohol linger off of his breath. He started to mumble words under his breath, walking closer to her, with his hands curled into a fist. She tried to calm him down, telling him that everything was going to be alright, but felt his fist connect with her cheekbone, allowing a loud scream escape her mouth, which echoed throughout their rathole apartment. Jack was always there for his mother, hearing her scream made him curious. Rising from his small bed, coming out of his room only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, he saw his mother on the floor, crying hysterically.
His father just started to kick her, punch her, when she was down. No one called the cops, or even bothered to stop it. Which shows how fucked up the streets were, making Jack realize that to live in this word you need to do shit on your own, as he tried his best to defend his mother. Throwing a few punches towards his fathers face, not doing much damage, but it brought the attention off of her. His father was too drunk to know what was going on, as he was just enraged by him being fired, and his son attacking him. Darius, rushed towards Jack, strangling him, while crying at the same time. Just when he thought that he was dead, his mother had a vase in her hand, slamming it, into his head. Darius dropped to the ground, falling on conscious, as his grip around Jack's neck loosened. His mother picked him up, not bothering to take anything with her, just to leave the apartment, and on her own.
From that day, Jack had always thought about himself getting into another predicament like the one with his father, so he wanted to be ready incase. Enrolling in a gym to learn how to box, which his mother paid for, knowing that money shouldn't be wasted here and there, but she saw it as a good thing for Jack. He started to go to the classes, becoming tougher, and a lot stronger. Each time he would come back, his mother would be at the table in their new apartment, in Brooklyn. The new place seemed a bit better than the last, but the same shit still went on in the streets, it wasn't as crazy as it was back in Harlem. Whenever his mother was at the table, trying to pay for the bills, she always had a concerned look on her face, since it was hard to pay for the bills on her own. Jack had made new friends in the gym, meeting one kid, who led a life like Jack, which was when he was introduced to the world of selling. The kid was a hustler because he wanted to help his mother as well, which Jack saw as a good way to help his mother.
Teen years
Jack was now fifteen, being a student at Brooklyn high, and still selling weed. During his years in middle school, he had a rocky start, but once he had the flow of it, Jack started to sell weed like clock work. The money was coming in fast, but Jack made show he wasn't getting sloppy. The money was used to pay for the apartment, keeping clothes on his own back, and help his mother whenever she needed it. In school, Jack had loved to learn anything he can, since he would use it towards selling, the class that he enjoyed most was math. Using what he knew to pass the class easily, which wasn't hard at all. Jack had kept two ego's, the first was a student, and the second was a drug dealer. He would usually be in the bathroom, selling to all of the potheads, and also fucking up the potheads that didn't pay him.
The violence had only escalated, resulting in broken bones, and thievery. Jack was too nice for a dealer, letting his costumers buy the weed now, and pay for it later. When he noticed that no one was paying him back, he started to find them, and beat them until he received every cent. Though he usually took care of that after school, so it wouldn't interfere with his studies, since he would be the only one in his family to graduate from high school. His mother didn't know what Jack had been doing, since he would always come home late, but his report card kept having grades higher than a B, which always kept a smile on her face. The whereabouts of his father remained unknown to him, which was better that way, since he didn't want to hear the name of his father around him. Knowing that he didn't need his father around, as he was doing just fine without a father figure, and his mother was doing fine as well.
Jack continued to sell, attend classes, and continued to box. Now being the age of seventeen, his knowledge of the streets had grew, along with his body as well. Becoming taller than before, looking a lot more intimidating, which prevented him from being picked on, and it caught the attention to a lot of girls. The years were normal for Jack, as he stuck with the same thing, that he did every day, as it soon got too easy for him. He was now seventeen years old, and already planned where he was going for college. The summer came rolling by, this was like a holiday for Jack, since the summers were when people really wanted to buy a lot of weed, and Jack had the best shit in Brooklyn.
During the summer, his mother had grown very sick, being diagnosed with cancer, but she had it for a while. His mother didn't want to worry him, but the way she just walked around appeared as if she was fine. She was only getting worse, knowing that she wanted to make it to see her son graduate. For Jack, he was out most of the summer, selling to others away from his home, so they wouldn't find out where he lived. Still having the motive to play chess, it was a way for Jack to widen his mind, after versing one of his friends that was recently released. Losing the game, Jack a new way to see chess then just a game. Seeing it as two gangs fighting for territory, which opened his eyes, understanding the game better. Later that day, someone approached him, offering him a chance to join the Vipers,which he refused since he didn't like the members of the gang. Some owed him money from back when, and he took a few of their girlfriends. So, there was no way in hell he would join, and to him they were sloppily organized in his eyes.
They left him alone, but would later come back to try and persuade him their way. Only two members followed, finding him at the same spot, continuing what he was doing, as the men approached him. They were still young, probably freshmen, being that trying to jump Jack was their mission so they could become a full fledge Viper. The kids tried to beat him, but Jack swiftly delivered a right hook, then an uppercut at them, but the freshmen got in two good hit as well. Though, they were beaten, which normally Jack would've stomped on them until they forgot who they were, but he saw this as a way to send the Vipers a message.
The summer was over, school started again, and it was Jack's senior year. He was ready to finish this year strong, but he didn't need to do much, being that he was already ahead in his studies. The same problems arose with the Vipers, still trying to make Jack join, but he declined each invitation. The Vipers were said to have basically took over brooklyn, which Jack refused to believe. He was smart not to be involved with them, having an urge to take the streets away from them, but he was in no position to attempt to make his own gang. Many were scared to try to compete against the Vipers, which was also a reason why Jack didn't want to make a gang, he wouldn't have many followers.
Graduation
The last year of Brooklyn high was over, as graduation came upon him, and his other classmates. It was a week before graduation, Jack had already paid for everything, and his mother's sickness had worsened. Spending more time at home with his mother, aiding her when needed, since she was growing weak. Sitting by her bed, they started to trade stories, as Jack listened to his mothers stories of when she was his age. They both laughed for hours, reflecting on the years, and the trouble that Jack would get into. It was time for her to sleep, Linda was home, because she wanted to die in her own home, not in a stuffy ass hospital.
Her eyes closed, while her heart stopped beating. Jack was depressed, having his only true hero die, the woman who took care of him even with her cancer. He knew it was best for him to stop dealing for a while, since he new that his emotions would get in the way of dealing, which results in being sloppy. The funeral was a day before his graduation, and he was the only one who attended. The graduation was supposed to be one the happiest occasions in his life, which his mother was supposed to be part of, but he knew that her presence was still with him.
Present
Jack started to make money, by working at various places to keep the apartment, he would've went to college, but the money he saved for college was for his mothers funeral. He was very active in the streets, hearing a lot of buzz about the Vipers, which aggravated him greatly. Knowing that he had the makings of someone that can control the streets, ready to make himself known around the streets, since he was only known as "Suspect the dealer," but he was ready to be known as something else. The thought of creating the gang, that he had thought of making popped in his mind once again. This time he was dedicated to make it, getting his inspiration for a gang symbol from back then, remembering a conversation that he had with a friend of his, who was older around his fifties, and he talked a lot about death.
The old man was a bit crazy, but he was entertaining to chill with, when the blocks weren't flowing with fiends. He talked about the grim reaper, who was the figure that determined, who was ready to die. The reaper was a prefect symbol, since he was ready to end the Vipers reign, but knew it would take time to build it up. The color that represented the gang, was one of his mothers favorite color, being a dark blue color. He chose the color, also making a meaning to the colors, the dark blue is a symbol that the Reaperz, were going to take over like the dark blue skies in the night.
Being twenty-two, Jack was ready to continue living, making his money, and continue to party. The only thing that changed about Jack, is his clothing, and now he get a tattoo that represents his newly made gang. He could be the only one, but Jack was very smart about where he would parade around, but he would make his presence known. Spreading the name of the Reaperz all around Brooklyn, to give the Vipers a challenge.
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RP Sample:
A dark figure remains in the shadows of the night, but the shape of figure seemed to change as each second went by. His bones started to crack out of place, as his hands struggle to move towards his shirt, slowly getting a grip of his plaid button down shirt, ripping the shirt open, letting the buttons pop right off. His body falls towards the concrete, hitting his knees on the ground, feeling a slight pain as he felt the gravel from the road make contact with his knee cap. "Argg..." A grunt sound was heard, that then turned into a loud howl that echoed throughout the night sky. The figure was Julius, a young werewolf who was transforming in the night, as he heard a strange sound, knowing that it couldn't have been human.
The skin on his body was engulfed by fur, as it started to cover his entire body. The structure of his bones popped back in place, but this time it was more of a wolf shape, as his hands started to change into paws, and his dug into the ground. While on the ground, he hunched over, only half way of his transformation, as his pants stared to rip, along with his white sneakers. A long tail sprouted out of his tail bone, as he was now a completed wolf. He was a wolf with gray fur, and black streaks that ran down his body. The wolf started to hide in the shadows, quickly getting out of the way of anyone that would be able to see, then he stuck his muzzle in the air, sniffing the scent that he smelled before, but getting a faint scent, which was going to be hard to track. It was probably the same scent that was following, so Julius decided to follow the trail.
"Where the fuck is that scent...? It's faint, but it is one of the weirdest scent I've ever smelled before." He thought to himself, as he dashed towards the scent, knowing that there weren't any people around at this time, seeing that it was a saturday, so that meant a lot of people are getting drunk, so the ones that might see him, would just be accused of having a bit too much to drink.
His legs continued to pound on the cold ground, as he was running, with the wind rushing in his face. With the more he ran, the scent had become very clear. The scent started to smell very odd, it was like a mixture of a human, and a vampire. "What the hell...? How can a human smell like a vampire?" He wondered, as he started to think about the possibilities in his mind. An hour later, Julius was only a few feet from the scent, hiding in the shadow of a large tree near by, as he watched a beautiful female just arriving home. "She is a fangbanger... Disgusting!" He thought, as he could just smell the scent of the vampire infect the air.
A low growling sound started to escape his mouth, as the growl echoed in the empty street. While he continued to look at the girl, he notices that she starts to look towards his direction, only seeing two eyes from the distance. He quickly flees the scene, running as far as he can, going back to his house. Seeing that it was a normal night, he was able to change at will, and change back at will. Before he reached his street, he then changed back, in a dark alley near by, walking back home naked. He didn't mind the neighbors catching him walking home naked, since they would just think he had a very wild night. Though, when they see the scar on his back, they wonder how he got it, but they respect his privacy, and leave him be.
Julius walks inside his home, lazily walking through his kitchen, as he headed for the shower. Julius entered the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself, just thinking to himself. "Another fangbanger, what is the world coming too? Well, I shouldn't be talking, I am a wolf that sleeps with girls." He thought, as he was still on the fence on wether he should like the vampires or not. For now he dislikes them, but he will not take action as long as they do not disrespect him.
After he adjusted the temperature of the water, Julius jumped in, just reflecting on his entire night. Allowing the drops trickle on his body, as he had his palms on wall, leaning forward. His hands were placed under the shower head, as he held his head under the water. "I need something else to do than just partying around..." He muttered lowly, as he had plans for the future. Knowing that if things kept going the way they were, the future was only going to get harder.
The skin on his body was engulfed by fur, as it started to cover his entire body. The structure of his bones popped back in place, but this time it was more of a wolf shape, as his hands started to change into paws, and his dug into the ground. While on the ground, he hunched over, only half way of his transformation, as his pants stared to rip, along with his white sneakers. A long tail sprouted out of his tail bone, as he was now a completed wolf. He was a wolf with gray fur, and black streaks that ran down his body. The wolf started to hide in the shadows, quickly getting out of the way of anyone that would be able to see, then he stuck his muzzle in the air, sniffing the scent that he smelled before, but getting a faint scent, which was going to be hard to track. It was probably the same scent that was following, so Julius decided to follow the trail.
"Where the fuck is that scent...? It's faint, but it is one of the weirdest scent I've ever smelled before." He thought to himself, as he dashed towards the scent, knowing that there weren't any people around at this time, seeing that it was a saturday, so that meant a lot of people are getting drunk, so the ones that might see him, would just be accused of having a bit too much to drink.
His legs continued to pound on the cold ground, as he was running, with the wind rushing in his face. With the more he ran, the scent had become very clear. The scent started to smell very odd, it was like a mixture of a human, and a vampire. "What the hell...? How can a human smell like a vampire?" He wondered, as he started to think about the possibilities in his mind. An hour later, Julius was only a few feet from the scent, hiding in the shadow of a large tree near by, as he watched a beautiful female just arriving home. "She is a fangbanger... Disgusting!" He thought, as he could just smell the scent of the vampire infect the air.
A low growling sound started to escape his mouth, as the growl echoed in the empty street. While he continued to look at the girl, he notices that she starts to look towards his direction, only seeing two eyes from the distance. He quickly flees the scene, running as far as he can, going back to his house. Seeing that it was a normal night, he was able to change at will, and change back at will. Before he reached his street, he then changed back, in a dark alley near by, walking back home naked. He didn't mind the neighbors catching him walking home naked, since they would just think he had a very wild night. Though, when they see the scar on his back, they wonder how he got it, but they respect his privacy, and leave him be.
Julius walks inside his home, lazily walking through his kitchen, as he headed for the shower. Julius entered the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself, just thinking to himself. "Another fangbanger, what is the world coming too? Well, I shouldn't be talking, I am a wolf that sleeps with girls." He thought, as he was still on the fence on wether he should like the vampires or not. For now he dislikes them, but he will not take action as long as they do not disrespect him.
After he adjusted the temperature of the water, Julius jumped in, just reflecting on his entire night. Allowing the drops trickle on his body, as he had his palms on wall, leaning forward. His hands were placed under the shower head, as he held his head under the water. "I need something else to do than just partying around..." He muttered lowly, as he had plans for the future. Knowing that if things kept going the way they were, the future was only going to get harder.
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