Post by kali on Jan 10, 2010 19:58:59 GMT -5
Kali Diego Vega
[/font]" WHEN WE HIT THE CLUB EVERYBODY BE SHOWING LOVE "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME:Kali Diego VegaJulio Igelsias Jr.[/blockquote]
AGE: 18
MEMBER GROUP: Fucked Up Kids
GRADE: Senior
BIRTH PLACE: San Diego, California
RELIGION: Technically Christian
SEXUALITY: Straight
PLAYBY:
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
HEY THERE, WHAT"S YOUR NAME?[/b][/size][/color]
"I'm Kali, who the fuck are you?"
WELL THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY? DO YOU LIKE YOUR AGE? WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?[/b][/size][/color]
"Why the fuck are you asking so many questions? If you have to know I'm a senior which means I run things and I'm 18 which means I can go to jail if you keep pissing me off."
AWESOME. SO WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW, AS A "PERSON"?[/b][/size][/color]
"I'm a pretty laid back person until someone steps to me the wrong way. I've been called nonchalant all the way to being very temperamental. I personally think if you don't bother me, your face stays in the same condition it was in. I've also been called manipulation, many people mistake me for being brute strength but you can't be a one trick guy I actually have a working brain."
SWEET. SO HOW DID YOU GET HERE? HOW FUCKED UP ARE YOU? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. GO.[/b][/color]
"My life started off bad from the start, with drug dealing dad and a hooker for a mother. It was really only a matter of time before things got really bad. My dad was also my mom's pimp and he taught me from a young age that if I hear my mom screaming I better not call the police. Some would say that is traumatizing but it's life for me. Of course, with my father being a druggie so was I at the age of ten. I had to be tough to stop other kids from robbing me, my father told me guns were for pussies. So if a kid got wrong, we fought and I loved fighting. The rush of beating someone else down is too great of a feeling. Of course, I tried my own stuff but stuck with weed. It was the only thing I could stay level headed enough to do business while influenced under. Needless to say, we had a great profit coming in. I never really wanted for anything, my father told me peace is for when your dead. When I was 15, I managed to get some female pregnant and I also lost my mother to some man who was too rough with her in bed. We never went to her funeral but it didn't really bother me despite what my doctors say. It was when I was sixteen when I was diagnosed with Adhd and some other thing that starts with an O. No one was going to tell me something was wrong with me. I simply continued making money, getting arrested and taking care of my daughter Kiara. It wasn't till my dad was put away for hard time that I was sent to school for misfits. I was 17 at the time and of course the female claimed I was just running away from my daughter so I ended up having to take Kiara with me."
WANNA TELL US SOME LIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"I like getting high and flirting with females, those are what I live for. I also love a good fight and getting in trouble with the teachers at this school. Though, nothing beats skipping school and finding my way around town."
AND SOME DISLIKES?[/b][/size][/color]
"I hate douchebags that hit females and I hate people who look down on drug users. I can't stand the police or anyone that thinks I'm stupid. I can't stand females who put themselves in a bad situation just to be with a man."
I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE. ANYTHING ELSE?[/b][/size][/color]
"Get the fuck out of my room!"
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: Kali
AGE: 21
EXPERIENCE: 5-6
TIME ZONE: Eastern
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Nah
Trey had been trapped in the house for too long, he since remembered a favor he owed a friend of his he met early in his travels of the city. He originally was just scoping out the city, to make sure he knew the streets before he started his quest to run it. Trey was caught up by some cripz at a time and Bailey's brother actually helped him out in exchange for one favor. To protect his sister and become her pimp. It was an odd thing to ask, since Trey was given to information except her usual hang outs. The only thing that made Trey wonder was how exactly do you go up to a woman and basically say you own them.
Trey would try to approach the situation as normally as possible. The only way that would end up failing is if she had no idea what he was speaking out. In which case Trey would be caught in a bind, but it didn't matter Trey was confident things would work out in the end of the day. Trey was approaching a place called Joey's Liquor, with a blunt in his mouth filled with nothing but weed. trey easily lit the blunt up and walked around. He could see obvious dealers in the front, not obvious but only to him. Dealers knew dealers on sight and dealers knew druggies on sight, it was their trade to know such things really.
He slowly took a deep hit of his blunt, letting it exhale out of his nose. He looked at a crumbled picture of her, while he looked through the glass inside the place. No one really matched her look, so he was about to leave. When he heard someone scream in the back, slowly putting his hand in his waist band. Holding his 9mm in his hand, as he crept around the corner. He saw some large drugged out man, hovering over a blond female. She resembled the old picture of Bailey the best. There was no hesitation in Trey's actions, he moved around the corner. He aimed at the man with seconds in his movement. He easily fired off toward the man striking him in the back and one shot in the neck. He crumbled to the left on the ground, Trey rushed over toward her and said "Trevon's my name, now come out we need to get out of here before the cops show."
Knowing she'd come he ran off to his car, he had a black Charger with red leather seats. He opened up her door for her, and easily slid into the drivers seat. He waited for her to enter before he drove off from the Liquor place, just heading anywhere really before the cops showed. "Your brother told me to look out for you, now I see why. Are you always attracting danger like that? For some odd reason, he saved my life and told me to protect you as a pimp." Trevon really didn't know much more to say to her.
Trey would try to approach the situation as normally as possible. The only way that would end up failing is if she had no idea what he was speaking out. In which case Trey would be caught in a bind, but it didn't matter Trey was confident things would work out in the end of the day. Trey was approaching a place called Joey's Liquor, with a blunt in his mouth filled with nothing but weed. trey easily lit the blunt up and walked around. He could see obvious dealers in the front, not obvious but only to him. Dealers knew dealers on sight and dealers knew druggies on sight, it was their trade to know such things really.
He slowly took a deep hit of his blunt, letting it exhale out of his nose. He looked at a crumbled picture of her, while he looked through the glass inside the place. No one really matched her look, so he was about to leave. When he heard someone scream in the back, slowly putting his hand in his waist band. Holding his 9mm in his hand, as he crept around the corner. He saw some large drugged out man, hovering over a blond female. She resembled the old picture of Bailey the best. There was no hesitation in Trey's actions, he moved around the corner. He aimed at the man with seconds in his movement. He easily fired off toward the man striking him in the back and one shot in the neck. He crumbled to the left on the ground, Trey rushed over toward her and said "Trevon's my name, now come out we need to get out of here before the cops show."
Knowing she'd come he ran off to his car, he had a black Charger with red leather seats. He opened up her door for her, and easily slid into the drivers seat. He waited for her to enter before he drove off from the Liquor place, just heading anywhere really before the cops showed. "Your brother told me to look out for you, now I see why. Are you always attracting danger like that? For some odd reason, he saved my life and told me to protect you as a pimp." Trevon really didn't know much more to say to her.
