Post by TUNNY GREGORY DAVIS on Mar 29, 2015 11:02:55 GMT -7
Tunny Gregory Davis |
| [presto] Jamie Bell Civilian 27 Unemployed/Drug dealer Straight Single Sixx [/presto] | FREEFORM APPLICATION Birth Name: Terrence Gregory Davis Goes By: Tunny Age: 27 Birthplace: Muskegon, Michigan Gender: Male Birthday: September 23 Sexuality: Straight Job: Unemployed Likes: Vodka, whiskey, rum, beer, hookahs, marijuana, LSD, heroin, cocaine, cigarettes, sex, girls with tattoos, girls with piercings, cooking, knives, fighting, racing, climbing, running from the cops, fire . . . Dislikes: Being sober, being sad or depressed, perfectionists, being bossed around, gossip, being responsible, not having a place to sleep, not having a drink, not having a cigarette, being in police cruisers, annoying ringtones, people who can’t put their phone down for more than a minute, weather too hot for jeans and long sleeve shirts, being ignored . . . Hobbies: Partying, drinking, smoking, fucking, raising hell, corrupting the young and innocent, racing, setting things on fire, swearing . . . Random fact(s): His parents pay him to pretend he doesn’t know them, he lives wherever there’s someone willing to loan him their couch for the night, and his favorite/most used phrases are "Don't make me put you back in the hospital . . ." and "I'm not afraid to go back to jail . . ." Personality: Long story short, Tunny is kinda of an asshole. He really doesn’t care for anyone other than himself and on the rare occasion that he does, he is his top priority. He always says he might take a bullet for a friend but if he died, he would haunt that friend’s sorry ass. Obviously, he’s conceited. Not even just a little either. This guy thinks he’s amazing, great looking. This makes him a little cocky, especially around girls . . . Unfortunately for him though, not many girls want to hang around a homeless jerk that always smells like alcohol and cigarettes and is always getting into trouble with the cops. He doesn’t care what people think of him and, when they want to voice their opinion, he’ll usually just shrug or laugh and tell them he doesn’t give a fuck. Tunny doesn’t do well with being ignored or being told what to do. In fact, either of those things usually cause him to throw kind of a fit and start trashing the joint. He has a bit of a mouth on him and is always saying what’s on his mind, whether it’s good or not. He can be pretty bitter and sarcastic but he is pretty much an optimist, always solving his problems with three of his favorite things: a drink, a joint, and a girl. Tunny does have some class though. He knows you never hit a girl and he can be an ok guy when you get past his cold, hard exterior . . . or more like when you get used to it and accept the fact he can just be an asshole sometimes. Make your way onto his good side and the guy will pound someone’s face in for you. Make your way onto his bad side and you might wake up in a dark room with a tv saying, “I want to play a game . . .” Family: Terrence Lloyd Davis, 53, lawyer. Vicki Nichelle Davis, 50, doctor. Jack Benjamin Davis, 34, lawyer. Vincent Richard Davis, 31, doctor. Erin Dawnell Davis, 29, lawyer. History: From the moment Terrence was born, his parents already had high hopes for their youngest son. They already had 2 sons that were the top of their classes in a private school and a daughter that was starting to show the same class and smarts. Growing up, the first few years, his parents were in college finishing courses to become the careers that made people proud, the Davis kids spent a lot of time at their grandparents’ house and that was treat . . . for the other kids. Terrence already showed a different kind of personality. His manners were different, he didn’t like to sit and read or write, and he didn’t have the high intelligence his brothers and sister had. His grandparents thought it was just a phase, he is a little boy anyway. Fast forward a couple years and he had already been kicked out of his first school. It was second grade and the class was supposed to write a paper on the most inspiring person to them. Well, Terrence did have anyone that inspired him, so he just didn’t write the paper. After getting in a fight about it with the teacher, he threw a stapler at her and told her to go to hell. This kind of behavior wasn’t acceptable at this private school, so they kicked him out. A few more years, a few more private schools to be kicked out of until his parents were forced to put him in a public school. Terrence did better for a while. The family moved to a house in Orlando, Florida shortly after he started middle school. Getting through middle school and his behavior just got worse. Going through high school, his grades started, failing classes, being brought home by the cops several times a night, being kicked out of four high schools until he just decided to stop going to school . . . He was starting to become a constant topic of gossip in the high classes his parents hung out with. This and many other factors about their youngest son were starting to grate on their last nerves. It wasn’t like he cared. He was always out with his friends partying and drinking. Hell, he even had a new nickname: Tunny. He stopped going by Terrence, always telling people his name was Tunny until almost everyone he knew was calling him that. However, when he was seventeen, his parents had had enough. A week in jail here or there, the cops bringing him home drunk or high, a high school dropout with no future, and he was hurting the family’s reputable name. They told him to leave, just go and never come back. They would give him enough money to live off of every couple of weeks as long as they never heard from him again. It was a deal Tunny took up without a second thought. He walked out of that house and never looked back. Ever since, he hasn’t changed much except maybe gotten worse. He still goes out and parties like a rockstar, always getting high and drunk and sleeping with whatever good looking chick he can get. He lives with his best friend Jimmy now and is glad the kid doesn't mind him mooching off the hard work he does. At least he spends his money on drugs, hookers, and booze to share with his buddy instead of being the worst room mate ever. |
