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Jessie Salvatore

"I never loose a race, speed is my drug."

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a character in “Born to Die”, originally authored by gypsyprincess, as played by RolePlayGateway



Full name
Jessie Dean Salvatore

Jess, Jay, Crank(His Racer name)


-Expansive cars
-Street Races

-The cops
-Not having control
-Seeing others hurt

-People he cares about dyeing
-Getting caught


Theme Song
Dope Show, Think Twice


Heartless, Powerful, and abusive are the best words to describe Jessie. Most people are scared of him and know that they must treed lightly around him. He's not one for mercy so don't piss him off unless you have a death wish. He's very controlling and when he feels that you belong to him, he'll never let you go or he'll kill you.

Jessie was born in Havana, Cuba to a wealthy family, but his families’ wealth wasn’t exactly legal, all of his families billions of dollars was blood money. His father was a drug lord, one of the most criminally insane and blood thirsty. From a young age Jessie was exposed to the Mafia way of life. By the age of thirteen he had seen his father and his faithful followers slaughter many. One of which was his mother, his father had caught his mother sleeping with another man and Jessie’s became motherless in less than five seconds and his father forced him to watch. Jessie’s father had trained him from a young age to steal and he became very, very good at it. At fifteen he stole his first car, the thrill and adventure of being chased and then eventually getting away with it over whelmed him.

Soon he was boosting 300,000 dollar cars, getting away with it as if he was simply taking candy from a baby. With a powerful father, an endless supply of drugs, and more money than most he was unstoppable and his father was proud of his son. Son Jessie was making a name for himself in the underground street racing world earning the name Crank. He had heard that America had the best street racing circuit, when he was eighteen he decided to go to America, his father agreed on the condition that Jessie follow in his father’s footsteps and continue the Mafia lifestyle in America. Shortly after coming to America he meet Anthony who became his best friend, also becoming a feared name in the underground world of street racing, drugs, murder, and danger.

So begins...

Jessie Salvatore's Story


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Jessie’s father had speared no expense for his only son. Jessie’s apartment was extremely nice and equip with anything a twenty-three year old could want or need, it was a loft that sat over an auto shop. The girl that Jessie had brought home last night had just rolled off of him. She sat up in the bed as she started to get dress, she knew Jessie had a temper and she didn’t want to out stay her welcome. He had meet this girl at last week’s race and like usual he would never see her again, unless she happened to be at another race. He grabbed his cell phone from his dresser and quickly skimmed through the texts nothing important. He didn’t bother to see the girl out.

As soon as she left he got out of bed himself pulling his jeans on and heading down stairs. He rubbed the back of his neck and yawned, tonight was going to be a big night. He was in a 200,000 dollar bracket for the race tonight, with five other racers, which meant he had 1 million coming to him, if of course he won, which he had no doubt in his mind. Plus, it was the first time he would get to see Tony since he had been released from prison, the guy was like his brother and he missed having him crash at his place all the time. He opened up one of the drawers in his kitchen, the drawer was full of brand new syringes and blue tourniquets.

He took his time as he boiled the drug before using the needle to absorb the heroine, he tired his arm off with one of the tourniquets, and slowly he pushed the needle into his skin careful and calculated, he was practically OCD when it came to his drugs. Everything had to be brand new and untouched. The drug entered his body and felt like liquid fire. He closed his eyes breathing deeply, without his fix every morning, he was insane, it might be weird but the heroine seemed to keep Jessie sane, he was more sane with it then he was without it. As the drug took effect on his body he sat on the couch, relaxing as he took a swig of his Corona. Everything seem to slow down around him, even his own heartbeat was slower. A knock at his door brought him from his calm relaxed state. He took another drink of the beer. As he walked to his door, opening it.

“Hey Jess, ready for tonight?” his friend smirked. As he came in without the approval of Jessie, he too went to the kitchen mixing up the same poisonous cocktail Jessie had.

“Yeah, I’ll have 1 mill in my pocket tonight after that race.” He said bordely as he shut the door.

“And the party?” Markus asked

“What about it, it’s not like I have neighbors. How many parties have I had here before dumb shit, why do you ask pointless fucking questions?” His Cuban accent was strong and slightly angry as he walked over to his friend stopping him before he could shoot up. “Shits not free Marky, you’re getting really fucking brave.” He said darkly.
Markus rolled his eyes “Guess I caught you in a bad mood, I’ll leave .” he said as he headed towards the door though freezing as he heard as the click of a Pistol. “Jess come on man, I’m one of your best friends.” He said slightly panicked.

“Just get the fuck out.” Jessie said harshly painting his gun at the back of his head.

Markus hurried out, Jessie smirked, he loved being in control and he loved the power he had. He grabbed a black shirt slipping it on placing a band aid over his still bleeding track mark, he must have hit a sensitive spot. He thought to himself, as he headed down stairs to his shop. The Shop was of course already open and a few of his employees were working on some race cars, most of them for tonight’s race. His shop strictly worked no street racing cars. He looked over his car, the one he liked to call his baby, the first car he ever boosted, of course it was decked out now for racing and he rarely, but tonight’s race called for his baby. No one was allowed anywhere near the car unless Jessie gave them permission. He smirked at the thought of tonight’s race and being reunited with his best friend, and then to end the night an endless supply of drugs and girls, while he partied.


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Peyton laughed and punched her friend in the arm. "I did NOT say that!" Her friend Mara rubbed her arm and responded "OW. and YES you did." They both laughed hysterically and shook their heads. "why didn't you stop me?" Peyton said through tears of laughter. "I have NO control over you when you're drunk" she replied. Just then Jason entered the room and leaned against the door frame. He was not wearing a shirt but he WAS still wearing his pajama pants, in his hand he held a cup of steaming coffee. "Are you telling her about her shenanigans last night?" he asked Mara. Peyton's jaw dropped and she started laughing again. "So I really WAS that bad." Jason nodded "Hell yeah you were. You pretty much danced on every guy there, ran around in your bra and shorts most of the night, and challenged EVERYONE to tequila shots." he smirked "But the most entertaining part was seeing you half naked." he winked and turned into the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't bother closing the bathroom door.

Peyton shook her head, still chuckling to herself, and said "Well tonights a new night, and we're going to the drag races....then hitting up a few parties after that. I am STOKED to hear about my night tomorrow morning." she joked. Neither of the girls seemed to pay any attention to Jason who was fully naked in their bathroom, about to hop into the shower. They acted like it was an every day occurrence. (Because it usually was.) "Save some hot water for me Jase." Peyton called. "You could just hop in here with me now Shea and we'd REALLY be conserving the hot water." his tone was half joking half serious. He had always had a thing for Peyton. "Haha. Very funny. But i'm serious. If I get a cold shower again, SOMEONE in this house is getting castrated." A few minutes later the shower turned off and Jason walked out in front of them stark naked. "All yours princess" he said before leaving the room. Peyton shook her head and closed the bathroom door behind her. She took a quick shower and put on her outfit for the night. When she came back out she strutted in front of Mara. "So? What do you think? Is this outfit worthy of me?" she smirked. Mara smirked as well "No, it's not, but it makes your ass look HOT. No outfit is TRUELY worthy of you hon." Peyton gave her a wink and then headed downstairs. She saw her bag on the counter and smiled. "Aw Jase, you shouldn't have! The good stuff!" she pulled out her bag of cocaine, dumped a bit on the table, lined it up, and then snorted it. She wiped her nose and sighed. 'THATS the way you start a day right' she thought with a smirk.

Another one of her friends, Mark came around the corner and grabbed her butt. "Morning sunshine" again, this greeting wasn't unusual in that house. "Morning Mark." she said softly in return. "So, how long are you planning on staying with us this time?" he asked curiously "I don't know" she smiled "I never know, and you know that I never know but you still always ask." Peyton wasn't the kind to stay around for long. Many times her friends would wake up and find that she had left and they never knew when she'd return...but she always did. Nobody really knew what she did while she was away.


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Peyton grabbed a tea bag and submerged it in hot water. 'Earl grey' she smiled 'Other than a hit, this is the best thing about the morning' she thought.

Many people lived in Mara's house. In fact, there were too many people residing there for it to be "legal": Peyton, Mara, Jason, Mark, Max, Indiana, Alexander, and Missy. Peyton didn't mind, she was actually quite happy with the arrangement. There was never a dull moment, and she liked to be surrounded by people. She headed back up to the room she shared with Mara and plopped back down on the bed. Mara was already changed and ready for the party as well. "Plan on bringing the winner home with you?" Peyton joked. "I just want to know ahead of time so I don't intrude." she winked "Unless he's into that kind of thing" a smirk slid onto her face and Mara rolled her eyes but responded "Probably" she winked back. "I do like my guys built for speed." they both laughed. Peyton pulled the baggie of cocaine out of her bra and handed it to Mara. "Wanna hit?" she asked smoothly. Mara nodded and pulled her nightstand in front of her. Peyton dumped some powder onto the flat surface and handed her a dollar bill. Mara rolled it up and snorted it in one swift motion. "NOW we're ready"

Mara pulled out her keys and smiled. Peyton looked at her with a curious expression on her face "Those aren't your keys..." Mara laughed lightly and responded "I have some yes... they ARE my keys. While you were half naked and dancing around last night I was chatting up some idiotic guy and convinced him to nab a vanquish for me. I expected him to laugh in my face...but here I am...with keys to an Aston Martin Vanquish. I mean...the guy was nowhere near the level of Jessie Salvatore but I'm forever grateful" she said over dramatically. "Jessie Salvatore?" Peyton asked. "How have I never heard of this master thief?" she raised an eyebrow. [i]"I honestly don't know, but he's going to be in the race tonight...and i'm hoping he wins" she smirked "I'd like to get me some of that" they both laughed again and headed out to her car.

As they got out they could already see a crowd of people and quite a few nice cars parked along the road. Jason opened Peyton's door and helped her out like a gentlemen. Mara, Mark, Jason, and Peyton all headed over to the scene and found themselves a good spot to watch...right next to the winners circle.


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Jessie couldn’t think of one single thing he liked or cared about more than racing. It meant absolutely everything to him, not to mention he was probably one of the best street racers in the world and it helped that he was an absolute ladies man, he had looks to kill an attitude to match. His whole car vibrated from the bass of his stereo, most were surprised that the windows and mirrors hadn’t broken yet. Everyone frozen when they saw his car and the music blaring from it, one hand on the steering wheel and neon blue lights lit under his race car. Confidence clear on his face, he knew everyone was staring and it only feed his confidence.

He pulled into his usual spot, not bothering to turn off his car as the music continued to blare, he stepped out of his car two girls on each arm in less than seconds, in the underground world, Jessie was the biggest celebrity there was. Jessie headed to his private room where he could see the races but not have to deal with stupid people. Hugo, considered himself Jessie’s brother, his father had sent Hugo with Jessie when he’d come over from Cuba to protect him, Hugo was probably one of the scariest guys you could ever meet, her grabbed the keys out of Jessie’s car, locking it up and following after him without a single word.

Jessie’s private room was nice a lot of Friday and Saturday nights he did business here, there was already a knock at the door which wasn’t unusual. Jessie made a small had gesture for Hugo to answer the door and he did as he was told. Lana standing at the door, he smirked seeing her ordering the girls out of his “office” Lana, didn’t exactly like Jessie, but she had become close with him a few months before she had been admitted for two reasons. One, she was in love with Hugo and they had slept together once or twice, but that was in the past and two, they both like to mess with each other like siblings and he had become like the older brother she never had.

“Look who’s out of the Looney.” He smirked, as she rolled her eyes.

“Real cute Jay.” She said sarcastically as she came into the room, Hugo shutting the door behind her. “I want in, even if it’s just one of the lower twenty dollar brackets, my life is a mess and I need money. Fast.” She stated sternly.

He let out a small chuckle, amused by her. “Baby, you’ve never raced in your life. And you know you can just go jump in you don’t have to ask my permission. Besides if you did, what the hell would you race in, you have nothing.” He said with a casual smile leaning back in his chair.

She let out a frustrated breath “Don’t give me that Jay, this shit is organized you know just as well as I do there is a roster, you don’t just throw your money down, I really need your help.” She was almost begging she couldn’t stand the thought of having to go back to the ritzy house with her mother on that boring doctor.

“Your right, entries were a week ago I can’t help you, guess you know the races to well, I’ll tell you what I can do for you.” He paused laying his two loaded pistols on the table “You give me a free show and I’ll give you some free money.” He smirked darkly

“Go Fuck yourself Jessie, You’re an asshole.” She tried to keep herself from tearing up.

Normally Jessie wasn’t the giving type and he didn’t exactly take pity on girls, but Lana was more like a sister to him, he knew her story, he she had crashed on his couch and shot up with him on occasion. He let out a defeated sigh, showing his softer side, wasn’t exactly easy.

“I’ll sneak you in on the 100 dollar roster, you won’t make anything off those cheap 20 dollar brackets, you can race in Hugo’s car…” she cut him off

“No thanks big bro, I got a ride.” She smirked

“Alright, your bracket’s at ten.” He said as Hug opened the door.

“Thank you so much Jess, I promise you I won’t ask for anything else.” She said sincerely and he knew she meant it. She head for the door, before hearing him call her name, she turned back to face him.

“Elana, don’t fuck this up.” It slightly frightening her when he called her by her real name. She swallowed simply nodding as she headed out.