Reserving a character in the Red Stripes. This is my place holder.
Joshua 'Jay' Harvey
Crazy Jay, or just Jay.
Jay stands at a very tall 6'4", with a very bulky and muscular physique. His left eye is blinded, and his right eye is constantly glaring and narrowed, seemingly angry at anything it looks at. He has no hair, being completely bald. His mouth and jaw line are squared and tough, and his skin is a dark brown color, a testament to his African-American heritage. On his right fore-arm, he has a tattoo of a red stripe.
Jay usually wears a skin-tight under-armor muscle shirt, with multiple tears and rips inside of the fabric. His style of pants varies over the month, though he often wears baggy black pants with rips and tears near the knees and ankles. Steel-toed combat boots covers his feet.
Born in the more...'violent' part of South Los Santos, Jay's life growing up wasn't very good. His father was a submissive asshole who snorted crack for a living, while his mother was a slut-whore for the Vanilla Unicorn, one of the more...'formal' strip-clubs. He had no idea how she was accepted into such a prestigious club; with her meth-mouth and scrawny ass, but somehow she did it. Now, Jay managed to go to school while his mother was gone sucking some fatass cop's dick and his father was out smuggling dope. He stole school clothes from his neighbors and often just ran to the school while, at the same time, putting on his clothes.
His mother and father soon learned about his 'escapades', but they didn't give a shit. "As long as ya bring me some money then we good." was all his father said, while his mother ignored it completely. Now, this gave Jay an idea. His father told him to bring home some cash, right? Then, he'll bring home some cash. But not for that man's sorry ass. Nah, it was all for him. So, every day of the week Jay robbed houses and took their money, their clothes, and their shoes. He wasn't particularly stealthy, due to his hulking form, but it worked out and he started piling up that money.
As a junior in highschool, Jay dropped out due to not giving a shit about education. He took on robbing as a full on job, bringing home stacks-on-stacks-on-stacks, while hiding it in his dresser. Well, one day after mugging some poor guy in an alley, he came home and planned to put the meager 20 bucks inside of his dresser.
Only to see it gone.
Years upon years of work...gone.
Later that night, he was arrested for assault and 3rd degree murder. His school's therapist always commented on his anger-issues. He probably shoulda' listened to her.
Yeah, well, his sentence was, oddly enough, only 14 years. Jay got out at the age of 29. He moved into his parent's home, who was all long dead, and took on his gang-banging life once again. He obviously didn't learn his lesson. He went through multiple gangs, often brutally murdering the back-stabbing ones, and completely ruining the pussy ones. After gang-jumping for a few months, he finally settled down in the Red Stripes. He's been in the gang for the last 5 years, and is liking it so far. It got him a decent sum of cash, and he really liked cash.
Now, this totally varies. Jay rides in whatever he finds. Motorcycles, bikes, dirt-bikes, vans, trucks...anything he can get his hands on. Right now he doesn't have a ride, but that'll change pretty soon.
A member of the Red Stripes. He's been in the gang for a while, and considers himself sorta the 'Co-Leader'. He's the only one who thinks this, however..
He has a large, muscular rottweiler called Chop.