Post by KAELAN MALACHAI RHODES on Jun 4, 2011 17:28:36 GMT -5
KAEL. TWENTY FOUR. BOUNCER. RESIDENT.
the city streets, hustling drug dealers, and out of control parties is the type of environment that kaelan rhodes is familiar with. he was born and raised in vegas. his family was nothing special; they didn't have plenty of money to burn like some people he knew, and they were far from the image of the perfect american family. but that's what he liked about his family; they were happy with what they were given and they didn't take shit from anyone. his father was a well respected business man until he turned into an alcoholic bum, which was also around the time his parents filed for a divorce. he was only three years old at the time, so it wasn't like it made a big impact on his life or anything serious like that. keisha rodes, his mom, was the only person he really ever needed; who he actually depended on when something didn't turn out the way he wanted it to turn out. the fact that he was an only child helped a lot, also. in other words, kaelan's your typical momma's boy. sure, he was teased about it all through elementary school, middle school, and even his first year of high school. but that never bothered him any. in fact, some girls at school thought it was kind of cute that he was so close to his mom. of course, he took that to his advantage and played as many girls as he could, thus starting his man whore ways.
he was like your average hormone crazed boy. he was into parties, alcohol, drugs, girls, sex, fast cars and money. but above all those things, his passion was rapping. kaelan believed that any guy would have it made if he became a professional rapper. so, it started off as a hobby for him; always practicing and writting his own rhymes with every spare moment he had. then he tried to turn it into a part time job; rapping at parties and clubs. unfortunately, he wasn't exactly lil' wayne material. so, once he was of age, he finally got around to getting a real job that was actually pretty fucking awesome. a bouncer at one of the clubs around vegas. he could kick someone's ass to the curb without getting in shit for it. the sad thing is, that's all he's being doing with his life. bouncing at this club, practicing his rapping, and partying it up in vegas every other night. yep. tragic.
TRAVIS. NINETEEN. IDK. A LOT.
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