Gangsta
12-03-07, 08:10 PM
((Yeah, I know...it’s the ultimate fish-out-of-water...fo reelz, dawg))
Name: Tyrone Jackson “Chedda Boy AKA Lil Chedz AKA MC Chedda Daddy”
Age: 20
Race: Human
Skin Tone: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2'’
Weight: 175 lbs
Occupation: Hustla, gangsta, overall urban badass
Personality: Tyrone is an outspoken, if ill-spoken, individual. He’s not used to holding his tongue and will freely speak his mind in any situation. Relatively social, he’s always looking for a good time or some quick cash, and developed a reputation in high-school as one of the kids you don’t want to mess with. Always hanging around with his crew, he was frequently at the basketball courts, in a club or a house party, or out on the streets holding an impromptu freestyle battle.
Appearance: A tall, muscular youth never caught without his throwback Oakland A’s jersey, matching fitted cap, green rag, fresh kicks, and baggy faded jeans...more than just a fashion statement, it’s pretty plain he belongs to a gang. He also loves to display his expensive Rolex and a huge diamond earring in his left ear. His face was often described as “hot” by the girls in his school, and he rarely had problems finding a date. His default expression is one of suppressed laughter, an arrogant smirk that clearly says the rest of the world is beneath his notice, and he’s just way too cool to care.
History: Born and raised in the not-so-nice corners of NYC, Tyrone was initiated into the Parkside Set when he was just thirteen, following the lead of his older brother Rashaun. After an intense five minutes, during which he got the crap kicked out of him while he was tied to a chair, he was declared a brother for life and dubbed “Chedda Boy.” Throughout high school, he got into more than his fair share of scrapes as he repped his set and jumped his rivals, or was, in turn, jumped himself. Fortunately he managed to come out of it alive, but his grades were the least of his concerns, leading to a long six-year high school career. Graduating with underwhelming grades, he was just about the last kid in his class, but he was still too preoccupied to care. His boys threw a crazy graduation party for him, and after drinking himself into a stupor, he passed out on a couch. But that’s not where he woke up the next morning...
Combat Skills:
Above average brawling - He’s had to hold his own so often, he lost count of the fights he’s been in. He doesn’t always come out on top, but he does always give a good account of himself, and over the years he’s learned a trick or two that’s saved his life on more than one occasion.
Below average marksmanship (pistol) - He’s used to carrying a pistol (a “piece”) but he’s not used to actually using it. It’s mainly for show, and though it has seen a little use and he’s familiar with how to reload it, clean it, use the safety, and actually shoot it, hitting anything is far from guaranteed.
Other skills - Football playing, basketball playing, rapping/freestyling
Equipment: Aside from his clothes, he was only carrying his wallet, a stolen MP3 player with choice rap music on it, a pair of headphones for the MP3 player, his cell phone, a pair of brass knuckles, and a stainless steel switchblade (4 in blade)
((I included the Rolex and earring here to justify why he would have Althanian gold, as that’s obviously not something he would be walking around with in Queens. I was planning on pretending he had no GP until he sold them IC for however much he starts with, though I can forego that and just mention it as background if that makes life easier for you))
Name: Tyrone Jackson “Chedda Boy AKA Lil Chedz AKA MC Chedda Daddy”
Age: 20
Race: Human
Skin Tone: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2'’
Weight: 175 lbs
Occupation: Hustla, gangsta, overall urban badass
Personality: Tyrone is an outspoken, if ill-spoken, individual. He’s not used to holding his tongue and will freely speak his mind in any situation. Relatively social, he’s always looking for a good time or some quick cash, and developed a reputation in high-school as one of the kids you don’t want to mess with. Always hanging around with his crew, he was frequently at the basketball courts, in a club or a house party, or out on the streets holding an impromptu freestyle battle.
Appearance: A tall, muscular youth never caught without his throwback Oakland A’s jersey, matching fitted cap, green rag, fresh kicks, and baggy faded jeans...more than just a fashion statement, it’s pretty plain he belongs to a gang. He also loves to display his expensive Rolex and a huge diamond earring in his left ear. His face was often described as “hot” by the girls in his school, and he rarely had problems finding a date. His default expression is one of suppressed laughter, an arrogant smirk that clearly says the rest of the world is beneath his notice, and he’s just way too cool to care.
History: Born and raised in the not-so-nice corners of NYC, Tyrone was initiated into the Parkside Set when he was just thirteen, following the lead of his older brother Rashaun. After an intense five minutes, during which he got the crap kicked out of him while he was tied to a chair, he was declared a brother for life and dubbed “Chedda Boy.” Throughout high school, he got into more than his fair share of scrapes as he repped his set and jumped his rivals, or was, in turn, jumped himself. Fortunately he managed to come out of it alive, but his grades were the least of his concerns, leading to a long six-year high school career. Graduating with underwhelming grades, he was just about the last kid in his class, but he was still too preoccupied to care. His boys threw a crazy graduation party for him, and after drinking himself into a stupor, he passed out on a couch. But that’s not where he woke up the next morning...
Combat Skills:
Above average brawling - He’s had to hold his own so often, he lost count of the fights he’s been in. He doesn’t always come out on top, but he does always give a good account of himself, and over the years he’s learned a trick or two that’s saved his life on more than one occasion.
Below average marksmanship (pistol) - He’s used to carrying a pistol (a “piece”) but he’s not used to actually using it. It’s mainly for show, and though it has seen a little use and he’s familiar with how to reload it, clean it, use the safety, and actually shoot it, hitting anything is far from guaranteed.
Other skills - Football playing, basketball playing, rapping/freestyling
Equipment: Aside from his clothes, he was only carrying his wallet, a stolen MP3 player with choice rap music on it, a pair of headphones for the MP3 player, his cell phone, a pair of brass knuckles, and a stainless steel switchblade (4 in blade)
((I included the Rolex and earring here to justify why he would have Althanian gold, as that’s obviously not something he would be walking around with in Queens. I was planning on pretending he had no GP until he sold them IC for however much he starts with, though I can forego that and just mention it as background if that makes life easier for you))