TURNER, jaime andrew

[jaime]

jaime andrew turner.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. jaime andrew turner
stage name. jaime.
nicknames. jai, hay-may, jay.
age dob. april sixteenth, nineteen eighty seven.
gender. male.
sexual orientation. heterosexual.
career. unknown, film/television actor.
hometown. jersey city, new jersey.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five-foot eleven.
eyes. greenish blue.
hair. brown.
build. muscular.
distinguishing features. scars from old job on back, wrist, and chest.
play-by. arthur sales.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. fighting, women, movies, acting, modeling, summer time, working out, sex, the beach, rain.
hates. cold, smiling in pictures, going unnoticed, awkward poses, snow, cats.
quirks. has a thing for going shirtless most places, needs his hair perfect,
aspirations. become a famous actor, get on television, settle down.
secrets. may seem like a player, but he's just looking for his way in life.
personality evaluated. Jaime is what some people would call an asshole, he tends to think of himself as a hot shot. Being from Jersey, he knows what people are going to thik of him, though most aren't really right. Sure, he has a slight obsession with his hair, and has a small obsession with his abs, but that's about it. He doesn't tan every day, it's in his blood, naturally golden. But, if you get close enough to him, you'll realize he's a nice guy. He'll come off rude at first, annoying and obnoxious even, honestly he's just trying to make it by. The film industry was never really for him, unless porn counted, but it didn't. His personality isn't all that complex, it's really just your average jerk's attitude. He does have a heart though, don't get him wrong, when he likes a girl he'll go all out. But, that rarely happens and he sleeps around every so often, enjoys sex a bit too much.

All in all, he can be a nice guy, if he tries and just quits all the bullshit. Really, his friends and girlfriends just need to be tolerant and patient. He's not snippy, quite laid back actually, takes it as it comes, lives one day at a time. Parties are a need, though you'll mostly just find him lazing around his house with his dog. He drinks, but would never lay a hand on drugs, so it's not worth even offering to him. He's known to be very outgoing, though he doesn't make friends right off the bat, he limits himself to who he thinks he's better off with. Most of his friends end up being girls he hits on, guys usually are slim to none with him, unless they are "homeboys" as he likes to call them. That meaning, people who back him up when he needs them to, or lend him things when he needs it.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. richard turner , fifty-two , deceased.
mother. marie turner , forty-seven , deceased.
siblings. brandon turner , twenty-two , striving artist.
pets. simba, six month old husky puppy.
other family. none.
history evaluated. Jaime was never really too interested in show biz, never saw himself getting into any sort of thing. When he was younger, his parents used to tell him that he had the face to be on television or in magazines, and he never believed them. His brother shut it down as well, kept saying that art was something that he really wanted to to. Jaime on the other hand, found himself fixing cars, as well as getting into the underground fighting business. He kept that up for a while, coming home with black eyes, broken ribs, but managed to keep it a secret, rather keep it hidden. Becoming a mechanic had been just another job to him, he enjoyed racing cars, suiting them up for races, motorcycles were his real passion though. After his teen years, his parents passed away in a car accident, which forced him to quit his mechanic job, by choice that is. He couldn't look at a car the same anymore, sticking to his bikes and keeping it at that. Even being in a car scared him, though being the tough guy that he is, he'll never admit it. Him and cars, just don't get along, fighting soon became a source of income.

It wasn't long until he was offered a modeling job, due to the muscular body and devilishly handsome features as he would put it, he gladly accepted. There was a rule though, he was to quit fighting. Jaime found himself contemplating over that, but figured he could do without it and went along with the deal. Modeling proved to pay off, and soon he was getting offers to star in television shows as well. He dabbled in it, being an extra or a stand in for things that needed a muscular boy, was never known by name in a show. Though his name was in the credits, most people never even watched those. Now, he's looking to get big off of it though, starting to see that he enjoyed starring in shows and movies better than modeling, since standing there looking handsome just wasn't any fun anymore. So, it's what brought him here, out of his hometown and to the city that never sleeps.

It's time to start over for him, he really wants to become a someone instead of just an unknown. He strives to be someone, strives to make his life whole again. His motorcycle as a form of transportation, his looks a form of money. Now, he still dabbles in fighting, not being able to give it up completely, he just makes sure that no harm comes to the face or that he doesn't get harmed too bad. It's a rough job but it brings in more money than he could even think, just until he becomes a somebody, just until than. People have told him he's not bad at acting, though he's better being that guy with a few lines and just looking pretty, he can act. As for right now though, he'll settle with doing his best to create the life he always wanted, with sex, alcohol, girls, and everything in between.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. soma.
years of rp experience. nine years.
other characters. none yet.
how did you find us. dee! <3
roleplay sample.

The night was young, the sun had just gone down and the city lights were just blaring on. It was no time to be lazing around the house, but a great time to be outside enjoying the last bits of frigid weather. The winter was just beginning though, and snow had yet to grace everyone. The air was chill, jackets were being busted out from the closets, and the heat was going on in homes. Then again, tonight was the perfect night to be curled up in blankets, in a warm house within a warm bed. With a sigh, a female figure rolled over in her comfortable bed, pushing the blankets over her face in frustration. This was where she wanted to be tonight, she didn't really care for the busy city outside of her window. If it was any other day, she'd stay inside and just stay like this for the night, but she actually had somewhere to be. Surprisingly, this Spanish girl had.. what some would call a friendly meeting, though she called it a date in her head. To the other, it was just going to be two friends going out to the movies, a harmless factor, only she would know that there were other intentions. Okay, so she didn't think this whole night through, maybe it would just be two friends going to the movies, much to her dismay. Romance was never her forte, and she wouldn't be putting any of those skills into action.

Rockie, or Raquel rather was one of those new girls to the big city, though she was used to city life, friends weren't common for her. She hailed from Barcelona, dark-skinned girl with an attitude that would surely knock your socks off. In the past she had been told that she was a bitch, why give up something like that and ruin a perfectly good reputation. She was all about popularity though, probably why she joined the cheer leading team right away, not just for the hell of it. Cheer was something that was big for her, she used to do it competitively and now figured that if New York didn't have a good competitive team, just join the high school one. That was where she met the girl that she was going to the movies with tonight, an actual friend for Raquel, surprising. Lark was a nice girl from what she knew about her, fun to be around and interesting at that, not to mention she was pretty hot. Rockie never went about sprouting her sexuality anywhere, she didn't boast about being straight, because truthfully she knew she wasn't. She had been attracted to women before, those of which she hooked up with drunk or even had sex with drunk. So, she wasn't really going to say much about that. She was going to leave it at the fact that Lark was a nice girl, most likely straight and probably just wanting to be friends.

Racking her head with these thoughts, she just had enough of all of them, the reason she sat up in her bed and looked around. Clothes, that was the first step to getting ready, as well as texting the other female. "Hey Hun, I'll meet you at the cinema, maybe we'll get dinner too, i'm leaving in a few minutes, see you there." was what the text read, as she let the other female know that getting ready was probably the biggest task. Getting up from her seat, she pushed herself to stand fully and grab some clothes. Looking down at her body, she just shrugged, due to the fact that... she wasn't as good looking as she boasted about. Rockie was confident with her looks, she showed off her skinny small figure, but she never looked good enough to herself. It was one of those pet peeves, she knew she would never look like some of the girls that attended Esperer, and she would give up trying. Running laps daily, working out, dancing, they all made her rather tough, in the muscle department anyway. But, she had other passions to go after, like singing for one, she had given that up to focus more on cheer, maybe it was about time she showed that talent off. Getting distracted by her thoughts again, she threw some clothes on, casual was easier and seemed more appropriate.

After dressing, letting her hair down and all of that jazz, Rockie seemed like she was ready to go. After a bit of applying of make up, she looked in the mirror one last time, feeling weird that she was keeping her hair down for this. Normally it was up, she figured it gave her more of a profile, but something like this deserved some attention. Slipping on a pair of flats, she grabbed her phone, only to stuff it into her pocket. She wasn't about to carry a purse tonight, since it was too much of an accessory to always remember. Not getting herself lost in her thoughts this time, she left her apartment, closing the door behind her and barreling down the stairs. She was late, like always but she probably left Lark standing there for a few minutes or so. Oops, well... it was always a fashion statement right, showing up fashionably late. Shivering, she pulled the leather jacket closer to her body, a short-sleeve shirt probably wasn't smart to wear under this jacket, but that was just the risk of looking good. "Christ." She cursed to herself, before walking up to the front of the cinema. Her dark eyes scanned around a bit, not seeing the lovely blonde just yet. Rockie was a bit surprised, maybe her and Lark had more than just cheer in common, maybe they both enjoyed being fashionably late. Leaning against the wall, she did her best to look suave and cool, as if waiting for her gorgeous date to show up. Tonight was going to be worth while, as well as exciting, Raquel would make sure of that.

[han]