Post by jeremiah on May 25, 2005 21:21:18 GMT -5
Name: Jeremiah Smith
Referred to as: Jer
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Hair: None
Eyes: Baby blue
Skin: Dark black
Society: His own
Personality: Dangerous, unpredictable, a strong headed loner. He finds it hard to trust anyone seeing he has lost it all. But when he is warmed up to somebody he is kinda outgoing.
Appearance: Stands at a solid 6'0. His bod is rock hard and well-cut. His face stern and straight.
Past: Jer grew up on the streets only by himself and his dead older brother. He was taught about a thug's life growing up in the southside parts of Detroit. He was well known throughout his hometown and in the school feared by all of his fellow students. He is a very smart and quick thinker but made nothing but F's in his classes for he really didn't care for them. Growing up as one of the most infamous gangsters around his entire hood he was used to killing and watching people die daily. But what made him lose trust in everybody was the day he lost his brother in a large gang fight that he started. He never forgave himself for that even till this day regretting his very own life. Jer is also very well trained in kick boxing, akido, and regular martial arts. Another reason why he trusts very few is that all of his old "friends" ratted him out and then set him up with the FBI and the DEA. Not knowing it was his own gang banger friends he went to them for some "help". They told him that he could go to Urban Anguish and start over. Not knowing of what the place held in he went.
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Motorcycle:
Rping skill: Jer ran acroos the open field as soon as he heard the sirens behind him not wasting getaway time. As he ran he pulled out both of his desert eagles reloading each one after the other checking their chambers as he jumped over a fence and made his way towards one of his garages as he neared he reholstered one of his eagles and he then clicked a side button on his keychain and it began to open slowly. As Jer ran up to the sliding door he stopped and then began to realign his opened button up shirt.
Then as the doors came to a stop open wide in front of him Jer walked in and jumped on top of one of his many motorcycles. But, instead of picking any of them he chose his black Yamaha Ninja ZX. The one he had specialy made for runnin'. He stuck his key into the ignition and then set back and watched as his bike roared to life jolting out of his garage on the back tire only shooting down the road towards his new home....Urban Anguish.
As he entered the city he just thought of it as a small Detroit but then began to notice that the people here were a lot sicker than the ones he grew up with. As he drove by he began to notice that the bums that he thought were sleeping were torn apart with missing limbs and their insides dripping out of them and missing. Now, Jer knew that he had been backstabbed and he also knew he had no way of turning back now, the only way was forward.
Referred to as: Jer
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Hair: None
Eyes: Baby blue
Skin: Dark black
Society: His own
Personality: Dangerous, unpredictable, a strong headed loner. He finds it hard to trust anyone seeing he has lost it all. But when he is warmed up to somebody he is kinda outgoing.
Appearance: Stands at a solid 6'0. His bod is rock hard and well-cut. His face stern and straight.
Past: Jer grew up on the streets only by himself and his dead older brother. He was taught about a thug's life growing up in the southside parts of Detroit. He was well known throughout his hometown and in the school feared by all of his fellow students. He is a very smart and quick thinker but made nothing but F's in his classes for he really didn't care for them. Growing up as one of the most infamous gangsters around his entire hood he was used to killing and watching people die daily. But what made him lose trust in everybody was the day he lost his brother in a large gang fight that he started. He never forgave himself for that even till this day regretting his very own life. Jer is also very well trained in kick boxing, akido, and regular martial arts. Another reason why he trusts very few is that all of his old "friends" ratted him out and then set him up with the FBI and the DEA. Not knowing it was his own gang banger friends he went to them for some "help". They told him that he could go to Urban Anguish and start over. Not knowing of what the place held in he went.
Weapons:
Pictures:
Motorcycle:
Rping skill: Jer ran acroos the open field as soon as he heard the sirens behind him not wasting getaway time. As he ran he pulled out both of his desert eagles reloading each one after the other checking their chambers as he jumped over a fence and made his way towards one of his garages as he neared he reholstered one of his eagles and he then clicked a side button on his keychain and it began to open slowly. As Jer ran up to the sliding door he stopped and then began to realign his opened button up shirt.
Then as the doors came to a stop open wide in front of him Jer walked in and jumped on top of one of his many motorcycles. But, instead of picking any of them he chose his black Yamaha Ninja ZX. The one he had specialy made for runnin'. He stuck his key into the ignition and then set back and watched as his bike roared to life jolting out of his garage on the back tire only shooting down the road towards his new home....Urban Anguish.
As he entered the city he just thought of it as a small Detroit but then began to notice that the people here were a lot sicker than the ones he grew up with. As he drove by he began to notice that the bums that he thought were sleeping were torn apart with missing limbs and their insides dripping out of them and missing. Now, Jer knew that he had been backstabbed and he also knew he had no way of turning back now, the only way was forward.