KING, jason brady

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[/color][[/color]JASON BRADY KING[/color]][/color]][/color][/font]

i know your type,[/color][/font]
boy, you're dangerous[/color][/font]
yeah you're that guy i'd be stupid to trust[/color][/font]

My full name is Sergeant Jason Brady King Junior. I'm named after father and the name Jason has been passed down along the line of the King men for sometime now. Every generation has at least one Jason. It gets kind of confusing at family reunions. But I'm stuck with the name now so I can't complain. I served four years of active duty and that is where the sergeant comes from. I'm currently doing the rest of my four years in the Reserves. I'm a proud twenty two year old male. Can never go wrong with a hot gal sitting on your lap. Currently I'm looking for a job considering I just barely was cut some slack from the army. So job hunting has been on my to do list for a couple days now. How is my bank account right now? Well...unfortunately its...a bit low. Guess you could call me lower class if you wanted to "label" me.[/color][/font]

but just one night[/color][/font]
couldn't be so wrong[/color][/font]
you make me wanna lose control[/color][/font]

Appearance...hm. Well I've never been one to toot my own horn as my grandmother would call it. I've been described as the tall dark and handsome type guy. Dark brown hair, though is usually buzzed in a military fashion. Though I would like to grow it out sometime and see if I look good. Got a little scruff going on as far as facial hair goes, though I'm usually clean shaven. Hazel eyes that run in my mom's side of the family. I'm 6'4, the tallest guy in my family. No one knows where I got my height from. Just started growing as a kid and never stopped till I hit 6'4. I have to admit it is nice not being short like my brothers and father. They tell me that I look like Channing Tatum but I have no clue what they mean by that. Piercings? I currently have none. Sure back when I was sixteen I had my ear pierced. My father ended ripping it out though when he finally saw it. Short lived piercing if you ask me. Tattoos are a different story however. I got a couple tats nothing special though. Scars...I'd rather not talk a lot about. I have a couple from my childhood and then one on my shoulder from being shot and a couple others from my time over in Iraq. One hundred and ninety two pounds if you must know my exact weight. [/color][/font]

she got away with[/color][/font]
the boys in the place[/color][/font]
treat 'em like they don't have a chance[/color][/font]

Likes...for a start I love guns. Can't go wrong with any type of gun. Though rifles are my favorite...aside from...well you know grenade launchers and what not. The bigger the boom the better haha. Beer! Beer is my favorite thing in the entire world. I would marry someone if they gave me a lifetime supply of beer. Guess its the redneck in me. Hm then of course I looooove BBQ. Mix BBQ and beer? I'll be there in a heartbeat. On the subject of food, I do love home made cooking. I mean I can eat anything but home made meals? My favorite. That's one of my favorite things when I go and visit my parents in Texas. My mom makes such amazing food. Do women count as a like? Well if they do then I like women as well. Got a woman in daisy dukes, tank top and knows how to ride horses and drive trucks? Then she's my kinda girl. If she can shoot a 12 gauge even better. While I do love my country girls...city gals aint half bad. Long as they aren't whiny needy girls. Any girls are my type I guess. The female gender is awesome all together. What's that? Five. Guess to keep this short there are trucks, video games, music of any kind, war movies and finally the army I guess.

Now dislikes? Guess its fitting to know the pros and cons of someone. Well lets see, I'm hate my nightmares. I've never been able to sleep since I've gotten back from active duty. Guess it is something I'll always have because of the things I've seen and done. I hate war protesters. I mean I'm someone who respects peoples opinions and what not but...when you protest at someones funeral? That's a little over board and that just pisses the wrong people off. And by wrong people I mean a group of military families who know how to shoot straight with a gun. Yeah lets see your signs and words protect you then. Ahem anyways. Hangovers are a bitch. Not gonna lie, even a tough guy like me gets them. Sure I don't get them as bad as a lot of people because I'm use to drinking but I do get them and they are not fun at all[/b] One more thing is kind of a personal thing I guess. Its not really an object or anything. I sometimes do hate my undying need to feel needed or loved or...appreciated. Like my father. Now remind you he's a war hero. He isn't...the most lovey dovey guy and I get that but it wouldn't kill him to say "I'm proud of you son" or something like that. He didn't even say that when I was awarded the purple heart. It really was a let down and has bugged me for a while...all my child hood actually as far as my old man goes. I hate my step dad. There's no need to go into detail but I'm a man who knows not to put my hands on women. If I hear about him hitting my mom and sisters again? Well...I won't admit it anything now but there will be issues between me and him. BIG issues. A couple others are over cooked meat, clowns, death, up tight people and of course abusive men.

Strengths and weaknesses now? Well lets see, my strengths are anything that requires brute force or strength. I can shoot straight and hit my target 99.9% of the time. I'm really good at building things since I learned from watching my father build my mom a second house. Anything to do with ranching. I can pull a baby cow from a momma cow. I can rope a steer. I can ride a bull and a bronc. I can plow up your land with a tractor as well as wrestle hogs for you. Anything and everything I can do as far as ranching goes. Also anything to do with cars. I can fix your car or I can even build you a new one from scratch. Weaknesses...you really have to know this? Ugh well, there's always the fact that I was shot in my right shoulder and its left me a little weak on that side. Good thing I'm a lefty. Then there's my constant need to feel like I matter to someone. Not that I'm some whiny bitchy guy. I just wouldn't mind hearing "I love you" or "Good job Jason." something like that. Not that I need to hear it every second but...I guess since I never felt accepted by my dad I have the constant urge to feel accepted by someone. So I'm always pleasing people to get that small pat on the head. Least that's what my therapist said. Then again there's always the fact I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I can admit I'm kinda dumb.[/SIZE][/color][/font]

& he got away with[/color][/font]
the girls in the place[/color][/font]
actin' like they're too hot to dance[/color][/font]

I'm not the kind of guy to admit my fears but since its required I guess I will. I fear my step father will beat my mom to death. I fear my sisters will think that it is okay for a man to put his hands on them and treat them like shit. I fear that I'll be shipped back to Iraq and have to kill more people. I fear that I will get killed if I was to go back. I fear of dying a lonely old grumpy man like my father. I fear I will never be the same after my time in the army. That's the main fears at all. A lot I know but...I've had a lot of time to think about them. My goals are pretty short. I want to get out of the army alive. I want to see my sisters and brothers be happy as well as my mother and father. I want to beat my step father up at least once. Finally I want to find the perfect woman to marry and spend the rest of my life with. Dreams? I want to build my own house on a large piece of land in the middle of nowhere and have my own ranch. I want to retire there and live there when I'm old. I dream of maybe rebuilding an old car for when I retire too. Then of course I dream of the perfect woman. Secrets...hm...well I secretly am scared to go to bed and sometimes I drink so much that I pass out for like a whole day. Then there's also sometimes I stay up for so many days that I fall asleep for like three days. I secretly hate the army but only enlisted to not have my father pressure me so much and to "better my life". I secretly hate my father for all the shit he's put me through. I also secretly hate what I've done in the name of war and "defending my country". Now we have a normal question don't we? I'm an all around good guy. I was raised to never forget my manners. I respect women with the up most respect and would never lay my hands on one. I enjoy the small things in life. Though I am very guarded and don't trust many people. I can sometimes come off as cold hearted and do have my asshole moments. But all around I'm a good caring guy who does care for people just isn't one to be walked on.[/color][/font]

i know your type[/color][/font]
you're daddy's little girl[/color][/font]
just take a bite let me shake up your world[/color][/font]

My father's name is Staff Sergeant Jason Calvin King Senior. He's a retired war hero and a grumpy old man at that. My mothers name is Cindy Michelle King. She was born to a simple family. Nothing special really about them other than they are more...loving than my fathers side of the family. I am the middle child of my family. We have a very large family actually. I have three younger sisters and three older brothers. Kinda ironic huh? Though two of my sisters are my step sisters and one brother is a step brother. We're a very close family. Family has always been very important to us and we've been raised around everyone. Meaning I know my aunts and uncles and cousins, etc. My fathers side of the family is a big military family. All the men went off to war as far as anyone can remember. Meaning all the boys in my family have been to war or are currently in war. My mothers family is mostly a low end family. My father and mother got married at a young age. Eighteen to be exact. My mother is a high school teacher now. She's married some abusive asshole I think his name is Derek or something.

I grew up as a troubled child in Texas. My father was always breathing down our necks about going into the army as soon as we could. About fighting for our country and what not. He always pressured us in school and he was so strict. My response? To rebel. I got in some pretty stick situations. At ten years old I almost burned down a library when I set it on fire. Good thing only a quarter of the library burned. I never did get caught. Then when I got older I got into some more serious situations. I started breaking into peoples houses. I hung with the wrong crowd. I would rob people. You know the whole ten yards. In high school I was pretty serious about football since that's another big thing in Texas. Though it almost made me a worse child. I got into the party scene. I had my first beer at fourteen when I was a freshman. Then when I hit 17 my father said "enough" and pretty much signed for me to go into the army.

Boot camp was pretty tough I mean I was pretty...in bad shape. From smoking and drinking it had a big impact. But it was shortly lived and soon I was in shape and got out of boot camp with flying colors. Then I was shipped off to war and it was a huge change. I admit to being scared shitless when I got there. I remember the first time I shot someone and then the first time I had to kill someone. It was a really big thing for me. It never hit me so hard before in my life. I was shot the first year in Iraq. It was pretty serious and I was almost discharged from the army due to it but I begged them not to. When I returned from deployment that year around I was awarded the purple heart. The second year of my deployment...I...well its something tough for me to talk about. This kid came running down the street with a bomb attached to him...and...well it was me or him. I can remember he had the same amount of fear in his eyes as I did. I will never forgive myself for that day. But anyways, enough about the graphic details about my tour. After four years of active duty I was released and put on the Reserves.

Sure I'm always dreading that I'll get called back to Iraq. But I don't let it effect the fact that I have some breathing time. To live normally at least. I moved to New York just as a change. I was born and raised in a country town. I've always wondered what the city life was like so why not try it out now?[/color][/font]

she was so shy[/color][/font]
'til i drove her wild[/color][/font]
i'll make them good girls go bad[/color][/font]

They call me Lucas or Luke. I call myself King Lucas at times but its more of an inside joke then anything. I'm twenty and can't wait to turn twenty one and be able to drink legally haha. I found you guys while advertising my own site and just happened to come across your ad and liked the layout of the site and the admins were friendly so I figured why not lol. I have never been on a gossip girl site before so this is a first for me XD I have no other characters and have several years of roleplaying under my belt.[/color][/font]

good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad[/color][/font]
good girls go bad, bad, bad, bad[/color][/font]

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