Post by Tyson Jackson on Jan 23, 2017 19:29:14 GMT
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S): TJ [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE: sixteen [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GRADE: 10th [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]YEARS: 1 [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NATIONALITY: American [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]CRIME:Possesion of firearm, 'assaulting' civilians, and assualting law enforcers. |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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Tyson can be considered as a control freak at time due to his JROTC training during his freshman year of high school and wants everything to go exactly as he planned it.TJ love difficult challenges, solving them bring great pleasure to him. He's very competitive and doesn't like to lose. Tyson always wants to be one step ahead of everyone, but at times fail at doing so which makes him very angry. When it comes to structure, he's all about perfection and make sure he gets his way. When he's not out being a control freak, Tyson is prettu chill. He's one of the many student that loves cursing at teachers and getting it fights. Growing up being the quiet smart kid usually got him beat up so Tyson learned how to embrace his goofy side and at times the comic relief of the crowd, cracking jokes and yelling like a maniac. He's very friendly and loves human interaction, always trying to start up conversations with people. Tyson doesn't want people thinking he's a loser.
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Tyson is the definition of a hypocrite, as long as he's not able to get away with stuff then no one should. He holds grudges and will come after that person when they least expect it. Steal his juice box in PreK? He's going to follow you home. Steal his homework? He'll make sure a dog eats your homework and you along with it. Steal his girl in middle school? Best believe he's geting revenge on both of them. Tyson don't play that shit.
Tyson can be considered as a control freak at time due to his JROTC training during his freshman year of high school and wants everything to go exactly as he planned it.TJ love difficult challenges, solving them bring great pleasure to him. He's very competitive and doesn't like to lose. Tyson always wants to be one step ahead of everyone, but at times fail at doing so which makes him very angry. When it comes to structure, he's all about perfection and make sure he gets his way. When he's not out being a control freak, Tyson is prettu chill. He's one of the many student that loves cursing at teachers and getting it fights. Growing up being the quiet smart kid usually got him beat up so Tyson learned how to embrace his goofy side and at times the comic relief of the crowd, cracking jokes and yelling like a maniac. He's very friendly and loves human interaction, always trying to start up conversations with people. Tyson doesn't want people thinking he's a loser.
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Tyson is the definition of a hypocrite, as long as he's not able to get away with stuff then no one should. He holds grudges and will come after that person when they least expect it. Steal his juice box in PreK? He's going to follow you home. Steal his homework? He'll make sure a dog eats your homework and you along with it. Steal his girl in middle school? Best believe he's geting revenge on both of them. Tyson don't play that shit.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY
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Atlanta, Georgia. Out of all the places to be born and raised it just had to be here. Atlanta was booming with music and gang. If you wasn't in a gang, then best believe you're dead. Altough there was a part of the city that wasn't as hoodish as the most. That's where Tyson lived. He grew up in a middle class family with one sibling. His mother immigrated from Liberia and knew how to raise a kid. Well, there failed to help his brother Kaleb as the environment around him took over. His brother was in a gang, never went to school, smoke weed, and drink. His brother was never home and was always out late at night doing somethig illegal. If it wasn't for his brother Tyson would've been getting his ass kicked everyday at school. His brother's name had people shaken in their shoes and kept Tyson safety. He was known as Kaleb's bro. Tyson wasn't as good as his mother thought, but he wasn't as bad as Kaleb. Tyson stayed out of trouble but had his share of illegal shit. If Tyson wasn't too bust doing shit, he would've excelled at school as he was a prodigy when it came to quick thinking. Tyson usually stayed after school to hang out with friends and run through the hallways and ask the teachers for some advice on furthering his career. His dream was to join the army and become a general. He was part of JROTC and loved setting up strategies and formations, everything had to be perfect for success. His intelligence and fighting skills helped him make it theough Atlanta alive for sixteen years. If it wasn't for Atlanta's environment, Tyson's skills could've took him far in the army. For example once every while Tyson would smoke some weed and get into fights.Tyson and Kaleb had two different style of fighting. Kaleb was a brute while Tyson used tactis and ways to get inside of his opponent's head. Before every fight, he would warn them that he's Kaleb's brother. A scare tactic as they hesitate whether to fight or not, going for the strike and always look gor a weakness.
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Kaleb always got Tyson involved in some shit, and one day shit got real. A massive gang bawl broke out at downtown Atlanta. A text at 11:54 was sent to Tyson from Kaleb. As much as Tyson hated helping his brother out, he couldn't refuse. Kaleb was the one who started the brawl after knocking out a gang leader for touching his flag and disrespecting his set. Tyson made it on time as the brawl reached it's climax. Anyone could eqr the sound of the sirens from the cop cars coming. Gang members began to chant: 'Fuck 12!". Tyson couldn't find his brother as the crowd ran in all different directions to escape. Tyson found his brother on top of a gang member aggressively beating the shit out of him. Tyson pushed Kaleb off him as pointed at an escape route. Tyson already had a plan as soon as he heard the sirens. High ground was the best place to hide as the cops would most likely go after the crowd that were scattered throughout the streets. The brothers made their way through an abandoned building and on top of the roof. Lights from a police helicopter spotted them, signalling officers to advance to the top of the roof. Kaleb handed his young brother a pistol. That was the first time Tyson held a gun and hesistated to grip it.
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Tyson had a promising future and because of his brother he may never have the chance to make it. Kaleb fired at the cops, shouting at his brother to cover him. Tyson shot a cop in the shiulder before dropping the gun. They were surronded, nowhere to run on the roof. Kaleb had a smirk on his face, so devilish and evil. He pushed his young brother forward framing the brawl on Tyson and how he forced him to shoot at the cops. It didn't matter as the cops were offered to bring both of them in. Kaleb leaped off the building before that could happen, managing to get a grip on the edge of a window and escaping. Tyson was arrested for possession of a firearm, 'starting' a riot, and shooting an officer of the law. The next week Tyson ended up at a school for people like him. His brother ruined his life and dreams of joining the army.
Atlanta, Georgia. Out of all the places to be born and raised it just had to be here. Atlanta was booming with music and gang. If you wasn't in a gang, then best believe you're dead. Altough there was a part of the city that wasn't as hoodish as the most. That's where Tyson lived. He grew up in a middle class family with one sibling. His mother immigrated from Liberia and knew how to raise a kid. Well, there failed to help his brother Kaleb as the environment around him took over. His brother was in a gang, never went to school, smoke weed, and drink. His brother was never home and was always out late at night doing somethig illegal. If it wasn't for his brother Tyson would've been getting his ass kicked everyday at school. His brother's name had people shaken in their shoes and kept Tyson safety. He was known as Kaleb's bro. Tyson wasn't as good as his mother thought, but he wasn't as bad as Kaleb. Tyson stayed out of trouble but had his share of illegal shit. If Tyson wasn't too bust doing shit, he would've excelled at school as he was a prodigy when it came to quick thinking. Tyson usually stayed after school to hang out with friends and run through the hallways and ask the teachers for some advice on furthering his career. His dream was to join the army and become a general. He was part of JROTC and loved setting up strategies and formations, everything had to be perfect for success. His intelligence and fighting skills helped him make it theough Atlanta alive for sixteen years. If it wasn't for Atlanta's environment, Tyson's skills could've took him far in the army. For example once every while Tyson would smoke some weed and get into fights.Tyson and Kaleb had two different style of fighting. Kaleb was a brute while Tyson used tactis and ways to get inside of his opponent's head. Before every fight, he would warn them that he's Kaleb's brother. A scare tactic as they hesitate whether to fight or not, going for the strike and always look gor a weakness.
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Kaleb always got Tyson involved in some shit, and one day shit got real. A massive gang bawl broke out at downtown Atlanta. A text at 11:54 was sent to Tyson from Kaleb. As much as Tyson hated helping his brother out, he couldn't refuse. Kaleb was the one who started the brawl after knocking out a gang leader for touching his flag and disrespecting his set. Tyson made it on time as the brawl reached it's climax. Anyone could eqr the sound of the sirens from the cop cars coming. Gang members began to chant: 'Fuck 12!". Tyson couldn't find his brother as the crowd ran in all different directions to escape. Tyson found his brother on top of a gang member aggressively beating the shit out of him. Tyson pushed Kaleb off him as pointed at an escape route. Tyson already had a plan as soon as he heard the sirens. High ground was the best place to hide as the cops would most likely go after the crowd that were scattered throughout the streets. The brothers made their way through an abandoned building and on top of the roof. Lights from a police helicopter spotted them, signalling officers to advance to the top of the roof. Kaleb handed his young brother a pistol. That was the first time Tyson held a gun and hesistated to grip it.
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Tyson had a promising future and because of his brother he may never have the chance to make it. Kaleb fired at the cops, shouting at his brother to cover him. Tyson shot a cop in the shiulder before dropping the gun. They were surronded, nowhere to run on the roof. Kaleb had a smirk on his face, so devilish and evil. He pushed his young brother forward framing the brawl on Tyson and how he forced him to shoot at the cops. It didn't matter as the cops were offered to bring both of them in. Kaleb leaped off the building before that could happen, managing to get a grip on the edge of a window and escaping. Tyson was arrested for possession of a firearm, 'starting' a riot, and shooting an officer of the law. The next week Tyson ended up at a school for people like him. His brother ruined his life and dreams of joining the army.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]GRADES
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]PSYCH ED I: 5
[break][attr="class","hopeloveleft"]PSYCH ED II: 10
[break][attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ACADEMICS: 25
[break][attr="class","hopeloveleft"]HEALTH: 10
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[b]soul eater, kilik lounge[/b] as [i]tyson jackson[/i]
[b]soul eater, kilik lounge[/b] as [i]tyson jackson[/i]
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