Name: Jesse Jackson
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): Jay, JJ, etc
Occupation: Life Guard at Marilyn Beach
Hobbies: Swimming, Clubbing, Playing Guitar, Listen to music, a bit of singing
Passion: Music
Strengths: Fit, Friends, Strong, Creative, Good friend, Loyal
Likes: Music, Friends, His Tattoos, Jokes, People, Coffee, Scary Movies
Dislikes: Rudeness, People who don't like his tattoos, annoying people, persistence,
Personality: Normally is found laying around the house with his IPod and headphones jammed in his ears, but when he isn't doing that he usually like to hang with friends. He's a friendly guy so he doesn't mind talking to new people. He always protects his friends no matter what, even if it doesn't look good for them.
Apperance: Jesse is 6'1 and weighs 140Ilbs. He has a full set of dark brown hair that's short and soft to the touch. He has a silver nose piercing. Unique tattoos litter his fit body,from his neck (and arms) to the middle of his stomach; though none is on his back. He has a light, even tan. His eyes are amberish/greenish that seem to glow a bit in the sun. He usually wears his favorite leather jacket with a band T-shirt underneath, a hat every once in a while, and dark jeans, and He also loves to wear converse.
Other: Wants to become a musician sometime near the future. He's going to a college for music production
Fashion Style: Rock & Hipster
Background: Jesse moved to Cape Casanova with a roommate of his, They planned on starting a band there; in hopes of finding someone who has willing to join. Everywhere else, nobody had been interested so Jesse came here. A week or so, his friend soon grew tired of waiting for someone to join. Jesse tried convincing him to stay a bit longer but he wouldn't listen. His friend packed up and left, leaving Jesse there to pay the rent for the house. Not being wise, Jesse spent most of his money on his guitar. Living on a bit of money, Jesse looked for a cheaper place to live in and found this place.
I looked ahead; focusing on the street. "How could you tell me that I'm great when they chew me up, spit me out, pissed on me?" His voice hissed at me. I glanced at the rear-view mirror at him then shifted my gaze back on the road. "You are great, in fact, maybe better than me," my voice sounded hoarse from all the yelling we just did a couple of minutes ago. "But they obviously can't see real talent or they're just ignoring it because they're assholes" I finished, clearing my throat. I looked back up at the mirror and saw a wry smile play on his lips. He punched me on the arm and stuck his tongue out "I guess you're right, I am that talented,". I shook my head with a smile; "You're pushing it.." I warned, laughing.