Post by SAUL DEXTER JAIMS on Apr 24, 2010 14:47:41 GMT -5
SAUL DEXTER JAIMS
||twenty-three||vocalist/screamer for ohdarling!||Hollywood||pansexual||craig owens||
Well, born in the lovely Hollywood was me! Haha, yeah right. Let's start it where my mother was knocked up by a drug dealer while she was at a strip club. He wanted nothing to do with me. Hell, he probably doesn't know my fucking name. Four years later came Luminita. My little half sister. Then a year after came my younger brother Dragos. Well, I think I was eight when I realized that something was wrong when I heard a huge big bang and looked across the street to see a man bleeding from his chest.
I knew what guns were but nothing like that had ever happened to me. When I turned twelve I was rebellious. I went against everything my mother said. By sixteen I had tattoos up and down my arms and piercings. I dragged my sister out one day. I think she was twelve. She was going through the same shit. We ran into a few people. They were a gang called the Roses.They had heard of me. See, at school people looked at my sister in the wrong way, I would snap and punch. I never think before I reacted everything was a knee jerk sorta of thing to me. I joined them, thinking 'hey it brings money in'. Our leader died three weeks later. I took his place.
Believe me when I say this. But I never wanted it to be like that. I never wanted to lead my sister and family into thinking I was killed. The first thing I remembered was that I was in trouble with a boss for a seedy drug exchange. He was after me and it would take anything to get me. He would hurt them. I couldn't let them. So, me and my gang members minue Lumi staged a fake death. Leading my family into think I was killed. After that I left Hollywood and headed towards New York City.
I took on a different name there...Well two. I was found out after the first one. They changed it and I had doing pretty good, working for another gang. I had gotten news that they were no longer after me. The boss who was after me thought that I was dead and lost interested in killing me. Thankfully. I had became a huge heroin addict during the course of my travels. I couldn't handle it and the drugs helped me calm down. Add me thinking that I'm a fat kid, which I'm not but it's just a habit. I throw up eveything I eat. So, yeah. I'm a mess. I know. It's nothing new really. I know I've fucked up and probably won't be forgiven. Then I started kissing men. Deciding that I just didn't give a shit on what the gender was..I just went for what they looked like
I joined a band, became a vocalist/drummer. I kick more ass than anyone else on this goddamn earth. I haven't talked to my family in a long time, nor that I really care. They are better off without me.
Well hello there, I'm aver and I've been roleplaying for 4 years. This site seems pretty cool so I chose to play saul, pol,dresden . And well I really do love my admin's on this site, so I'm going to show them how awesome I am by giving them an RP Sample.
Saul, oh Saul. Honestly, the boy was trying to entertain himself by counting how many cars were in the parking lot. "One dead person, two dead people, three dead people, four dead people" And so on and so on. Why was he saying they were dead? Who the fuck knows. He was just so fucked up in his head that his brain was probably all ziggy zagged with irregular brain patterns because god knows how many brain cells Saul had left to use...or if they were any use at all. His constant drinking, drug and any other stupid habits were probably a surefire way of killing them off. Oh well, the male shrugged his shoulders as he continued counting cars. Almost like counting sheep, but he was getting impatient. He still had that insane cocky smug smirk on his face but fuck was he annoyed someone wasn't here yet. Saul had a problem, honestly he thought it was all about him. Sure, there were some things that he knew wasn't about him. But seriously, drugs must have dumb him down to act like a spoiled brat because fuck, Saul knew he was a spoiled brat. Fuck, he knew that he deserved to be spoiled because, well....Come on? He was Saul Dexter Fucking Jaims. He owned this fucking tour. He sold the drugs, made the money, fucked the bitches and the men. Hell, he did it all. That was his mentality and when someone fucked with him BAM, they were down he fought back. Sure, it wasn't the best approach to take but he couldn't help it. That was how he was. Nothing could really push him back from being like that. Considering that he grew up like it in the dirty, seedy city of Hollywood.
He grew up, living in some shitty apartment. With a stripper for a mother and a deadbeat drug dealer father ( well we know where he inherited that part from ) The only two people he really cared and wanted to protect was his siblings. Who, were his half siblings they were even full blooded. Even though he never let that stop him from being a complete protective jerkface who never let the two out of his sight. Scary that he could be like that right? Right. That's what most people thought when they looked at him. He couldn't really turn into that kind of person. But that's what Saul did. He amazed people with his stupidity and his ability to hide his true feelings. Because, fuck he needed to do that if he didn't want to get himself killed in the gang life. Which although eventually "killed" him anyways. But did his band know about that? Oh no no no, see. He had this thing. He was going to keep that all to himself. No one could know about his little past with a run ins with gangs. Which was why he was dreaded going to L.A sure....he supposedly heard that the boss that was after him and his gang. He didn't want to arrive and get shot up or anything. That wouldn't be good, nope. Secretly he cared about the band and he knew that if he died...well, things wouldn't be cool. He knew that there would be some trouble, considering him and well...He was dead!. Dead wasn't good Dead was bad. He didn't want to be dead. Even though, he did suppose that he was slowly killing himself with all the drugs he was taking...Ehhhhh fuck it. He'll be fine. He normally was fine, he thought he should of been dead already by some sort of unlikely disaster.
But then again, Saul was a idiot. Unlikely disasters were something that came pretty easy to him. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he realized that he had spaced off and had a few messages, text and voicemail. He pressed call to the voicemail and held the phone up to his ear. Hearing many complaints from numerous band members and read through the text messages. Well, someone was coming to get him. Although, nobody did tell him who was. Juliet just said someone was. Well, great. Now he had to wait. That was till he saw a familiar looking car come rolling in. Oh boy it was Oliver. Oh boy, he was dead. He watched as Oli parked the car and got out. Walking towards him with well, fatherly stern face. This almost made Saul laugh out loud. Which wouldn't be that good right now considering he was in a hospital, or well getting out. He took a drag from the cigarette again, ashing it into the wind as he dropped it to the ground and squished it with the two of his sneaker. "Well, before you start freaking out because honestly, you should of known. I passed out at some party last night and the people took me here and they said I'm malnourished or some crazy shit like that, my head fucking hurts and I want a fucking beer. So can we please go? Before I strangle someone. Because this hangover is getting to me alright? Alright" Yeah, Saul did explain that all in one breath. Who the fuck knew that the man had so much air. He stole Oli's cigarette and took a drag, too lazy to take one out himself and light it, then handed it back to him with cocky smile. "Anyways, why are you so worried. It's me, you should be use to me ended up in the hospital every other fucking day. Not like it's anything knew. God, you're acting like I died. Which I'm pretty sure I didn't since I'm walking and fine. Can we stop at the store? I need to buy some beer and more cigs. Dude you coming?" He had started walking towards the car. Babbling...He just wanted to get out of here.
He grew up, living in some shitty apartment. With a stripper for a mother and a deadbeat drug dealer father ( well we know where he inherited that part from ) The only two people he really cared and wanted to protect was his siblings. Who, were his half siblings they were even full blooded. Even though he never let that stop him from being a complete protective jerkface who never let the two out of his sight. Scary that he could be like that right? Right. That's what most people thought when they looked at him. He couldn't really turn into that kind of person. But that's what Saul did. He amazed people with his stupidity and his ability to hide his true feelings. Because, fuck he needed to do that if he didn't want to get himself killed in the gang life. Which although eventually "killed" him anyways. But did his band know about that? Oh no no no, see. He had this thing. He was going to keep that all to himself. No one could know about his little past with a run ins with gangs. Which was why he was dreaded going to L.A sure....he supposedly heard that the boss that was after him and his gang. He didn't want to arrive and get shot up or anything. That wouldn't be good, nope. Secretly he cared about the band and he knew that if he died...well, things wouldn't be cool. He knew that there would be some trouble, considering him and well...He was dead!. Dead wasn't good Dead was bad. He didn't want to be dead. Even though, he did suppose that he was slowly killing himself with all the drugs he was taking...Ehhhhh fuck it. He'll be fine. He normally was fine, he thought he should of been dead already by some sort of unlikely disaster.
But then again, Saul was a idiot. Unlikely disasters were something that came pretty easy to him. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he realized that he had spaced off and had a few messages, text and voicemail. He pressed call to the voicemail and held the phone up to his ear. Hearing many complaints from numerous band members and read through the text messages. Well, someone was coming to get him. Although, nobody did tell him who was. Juliet just said someone was. Well, great. Now he had to wait. That was till he saw a familiar looking car come rolling in. Oh boy it was Oliver. Oh boy, he was dead. He watched as Oli parked the car and got out. Walking towards him with well, fatherly stern face. This almost made Saul laugh out loud. Which wouldn't be that good right now considering he was in a hospital, or well getting out. He took a drag from the cigarette again, ashing it into the wind as he dropped it to the ground and squished it with the two of his sneaker. "Well, before you start freaking out because honestly, you should of known. I passed out at some party last night and the people took me here and they said I'm malnourished or some crazy shit like that, my head fucking hurts and I want a fucking beer. So can we please go? Before I strangle someone. Because this hangover is getting to me alright? Alright" Yeah, Saul did explain that all in one breath. Who the fuck knew that the man had so much air. He stole Oli's cigarette and took a drag, too lazy to take one out himself and light it, then handed it back to him with cocky smile. "Anyways, why are you so worried. It's me, you should be use to me ended up in the hospital every other fucking day. Not like it's anything knew. God, you're acting like I died. Which I'm pretty sure I didn't since I'm walking and fine. Can we stop at the store? I need to buy some beer and more cigs. Dude you coming?" He had started walking towards the car. Babbling...He just wanted to get out of here.
