WIP | BAKER, James Donald

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JAMES FRANCIS BAKER

FULL NAME: Donald James Baker
NICKNAMES: Donnie
AGE: 23
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: Music 
JOB OCCUPATION: N/A

HAIR: Donald for the most part has short, brown hair. He doesn't style it at all and usually hides it with a hat.
EYES: Brown
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: N/A
TATTOOS: Two full sleeves and various neck tattoos 
PIERCINGS: Both ears pierced
PLAY-BY: Dizzy Wright

LIKES: At least ten.
DISLIKES: At least ten.
FEARS: His father. Being in open water, or even any body of water. Commitment. 
SECRETS: He refuses to speak about his father, ever.
PERSONALITY: 

    To begin, we will have to dive deep into Donald's past. Right up to the moment he was born. We're sitting in the hospital, the doctors rushing to assist a young mother birth her first and only child. This child is Donald. Usually, there is a second counterpart to help assist this young mother - a father. But in this story, that is not the case. You see, Donalds entire personality is based around his father. How he acts and how he reacts are all affected by his past. 


Donald is very complex. We will start with the bad things about him first, to end this explanation on a positive note. First off, he is stoic. Almost emotionless. He will never tell you how he is feeling. No matter if you are his worst enemy or bestfriend; you won't get the slightest bit of emotional reaction out of him. At times, talking to him is like talking to a stone wall. It seems like nothing is there, or nobody is home. He can space out in the middle of a conversation and have completely no idea what was being talked about. It's quite scary, really. 

MOTHER: Loretta Jane Rashad. 52 years old. alive.
FATHER: James Jonathon Baker. 54 years old. alive, but in jail for life.
SIBLINGS: Only child.
OTHERS: Name, age, why they're important. If none, put N/A.
PETS: N/A
HOMETOWN: Chicago, IL.  
HISTORY:


    Donald James Baker. When he took his first breath into this world, he was instantly thrust into a life of hardships. Now, you may say this goes for any teen. Well, lets just say Donald had it a tad bit harder. Most of his life is spent alone. Until, he got to New York. But we will save that for the end. Lets go a bit further back in time, to before Donald was born.

Donald was born without a father. No, he was not killed. He is very much alive still to this day. But Donald has not met him once. He refuses to. His father, named James Jonathon Baker, was raised into a difficult life just like his son would be many years later. They grew up in Chicago, and it was difficult to stay out of trouble where they were raised. His father was instantly thrust into a terrible lifestlye; crime. He was a thief. He broke into homes and took whatever he could just to make a quick buck. He was sort of like a crooked Robin Hood, except he stole from the rich and poor, and gave to himself. Unfortunately, James' thievery was cut short in an attempt gone wrong. The house seemed perfect. Everything was going smoothly at first. He broke in, easily found what he wanted to take, and made his way for the back window. He couldn't have been more wrong. The house was surrounded by 10+ Chicago officers. A helicopter also flew overhead. A call was made from next door which would have landed him only 5 years in jail, if he wouldn't have done more. He did what any crazy person would do; bust a few shots into the air and turn and run back into the house. A standoff, eh? That's practically what it was. He waited till morning. The house, as you could imagine, was completely surrounded. He had no where to run. Now, let switch to the police officers point of view.

The police had no clue what to do. They had a brand new captain, who was way too nervous and jumpy to be leading a bust like this. He ordered they charge the house. Which was a foolish idea. Very foolish. Two police officers were shot and killed, and James gave up his gun by throwing it out of a window. They spared his life. But, not really. He was given life in prison, with no parole. So, he was basically dead. A few years later, he would be dead to his very own son as well.

Donald was born without a problem. Lorettas' only child, and a beautiful one at that. She loved him so dearly, and always tried her best to provide for him. That was difficult, being a single parent and living in Chicago. It gets worse before it gets better. She tried her best to keep Donald out of trouble as he grew up, which didn't really work out for him. Donald was into what most teens were into at his age - music, girls and cars. He was popular among the girls, and also among the music scene. He could make perfect, smooth and calming beats without difficulty on his laptop. Him and his friends at school would often ditch class and sit in the bathroom, playing beats and taking turns freestyling. One day, during one of these sessions, a boy added something new to the equation. A drug, some would call it. Others would argue the opposite. Weed, marijuana, pot. Whatever you wanna call it. They smoked right there inside of the bathroom without a worry in the world. Don't believe it? Spend a day at a Chicago public school and you will quickly change your mind. A lot of teachers there just didn't care, and neither did the students. They practically did whatever they wanted! 

Donald did not stick to that habit, though. He finished his senior year of high school with a 3.2 GPA, which was pretty decent for him. His mother had managed to keep him out of trouble, even though they barely scraped by on rent. But, things were starting to look up. His mother got a job offer in the city that never sleeps - New York City. She was given an offer as a fashion designer at a popular company. They moved about a week after that. After a few months passed of her working and building up some cash, she finally could send her perfect son to college.


Donald Baker attended college like every other student. He wasn't too cool, nor was he a nerd. He tried his best to keep to himself and focus on his music career. Music was his everything. You know when people have a thing that they are just naturally good at? Donalds was music. And oh boy, did he love it. Nothing would stop him at achieving his dreams. Nothing! He took average classes and scraped by his first year with 3.3 GPA. He was proud of it, and so was his mother.


His junior year of college is when things get bad. He meets a girl. Her name is Emily Chalmers. A beautiful, white blonde with bright blue eyes. He fell head over heels for her. They kicked it off great. They went on tons of dates and dinners - with Donald paying for it all. Well, maybe his mother paid for it, but Emily never knew that. Unfortunately, this would turn out to be a huge waste of money. Emily was not right for Donald. He caught her cheating on him in the school parking lot after school. He was devastated. He didn't even try to fix things. He gave up, and hasn't attempted to speak to her since. He hates her. She is sometimes the outlet for his music inspiration. It gets him going. Since then, he has feared every being in a relationship. He avoids them as much as he can, although, he will never deny a hook up here and there.

Anyways, Donald eventually got over Emily. His senior year, he focused on his grades and his music, which could not have turned out more brilliant. He graduated college with 3.5 GPA and a major in Music/Music Production. His mother cried at his graduation, and it still makes her cry thinking about it to this day. She was so proud. A Chicago family with a crime-filled past had made it to the big leagues. New York. With one a fashion designer and the other a music producer, things were perfect for them. I couldn't say the same for Donalds' father, though. Now, Donald is looking for a place to live.. Maybe a small house or apartment. He wants to continue his music career and see how far he can take it. Hopefully farther than his fathers crime career took him. 

YOUR ALIAS: Spider
RULE WORDS: New York never sleeps
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Proboards advertising forum.
SAMPLE:

"Donald! Get your ass down here, you're gonna be late!" a voice screeched through Donalds bedroom door. Two hazel eyes ripped open. It was 6am. Time for school. Donald Baker groaned and forced himself up out of the warmth of his small bed. He ran to the bathroom and brushed his already pearly white teeth. He liked to keep them sparkling. It was his favorite attribute about himself. Besides his tattoos, which his mother disapproved of. He walked into his room and threw on a pair of khaki jeans and a red shirt. He grabbed his black windbreaker and threw it on over. It was usually windy in New York, but never as windy as his hometown. Hell, they called it the Windy City! He grabbed his one and only hat off his dresser. The hat sported his favorite team every since he was a child - The Chicago Bulls. He flipped his hat on and grabbed his small grey backpack. Donald walked out of his room and into the kitchen, where his mother, Loretta, was cooking eggs. "Morning son" she called, not even taking an eye off her cooking, "I'm makin' breakfast if you got time!" she added. Donald shook his head. Inside, he felt a bit bad. He never stayed for breakfast. But he couldn't help that his class started at 7:30! "Sorry, mom. I gotta go." he admitted, looking down to the floor, "But next time!" he added, giving her a smile with his pearly white teeth. With that, he turned and went for the door, but not before yelling "Love you!" to his mother. She replied with the same, but he was already out the door before he could hear. He got in the elevator and went straight to the ground floor. The doorman, Larry, greeted him per usual "Morning, Donnie" he grunted, tipping his hat. Donald smiled and nodded, "Morning Larry!" he called back to him as he passed the man through the door. Today was a new day. It was time to do some work. He was halfway through senior year. His last year of college; he could hardly believe it. It seemed like it was just yesterday he was back in Chicago making beats in the bathroom. He smiled at the pure thought of that and shook his head. He did miss Chicago a lot. Not just the city, but his friends too. And especially the girls. He ignored the thought, as it would just make him miss his hometown more, and continued his way down the street off to school.