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![enter image description here](http://mixtapemonkey.com/artistpic/121.jpeg "enter image title here") **Name: **Elijah "Eli" Macaveli Jones **Age:** 7 670.086 days (21 years old) **Gender: **Male **Sexuality: **Heterosexual **Study:** - Journalism - Photography **Interests:** - Eli is an extremely eclectic indivisual. Not just a few things interest him, for there's a list longer then the red carpet. Though to name a few, Eli has a hobby of researching **conspiracy**, he doesn't trust his government as much as he could trust a stranger on the street. 9/11, JFK, MLK, all conspiracies though these are just the tip of the iceburg. He also has taken a liking to **marijuana**, though he himself would consider it a "strong inanimate relationship". To quickly list the others; Elijah indulges in, watching 90s television, star gazing, music from all different eras, and women from all different nationalities. **Brief bio/personality traits:** - Elijah was raised in a studio apartment with both his mother and father. With little room within the home, his family was forced to interact with each other. This experience made the three grow even stronger as a family. During his childhood Elijah was influenced by the freedom of music; constanyly having to listen his parents old records and tapes such as; Nate King Cole, Run DMC, and Jimi Hendrix. Jimi Hendrix having an influence on his own name. After being introuced to the many kinds of music, Eli started DJing parties as a teenager taking his hobby with him to college. Besides the constant simple possesion chages for marijuana Eli didn't care much for rebellion at the time whence he was being raised. He'd perfer to "cool it" as he says. A smile can go a long way, which is what motivates his optimistic outlook on life. **Theme song:** TBA

- **Boss Z. Gambino: Loguetown/ Bar** _"Hmm a female swordsman? I guess that would make her a swordsgirl? No stupid a swordwoman duhh. Okay though how do I explain the cartoon though, I've only had a drink. I can't be drunk already"._ Boss gave his rolled cigarette a mistrusting look before throwing it on the now dumbfounded man. He was still in a state of shock from the two attacks he'd just received. The cherry of the cigarette began burning through his pants, the accumulated heat in his lap snapped him out of his trance. As he started flailing his hands at his crouch, the red headed man was now the center of attention. Covered by the scene Gambino smoothly stepped from the table. Not too many seen him though he made contact with a few wandering eyes. _"Sore loser". He spoke to himself._ Gambino, sucessfully sliding to the edges of the bar found a very drunk patron along the way before reaching his destination; the front door. Remembering the marine base, and unpleasant looking fellow he recalled entering said base, attention at least for now wouldnt prove advantagous. So what now? He split his winings in half and handed it to the drunkard.**"Drinks on you". ** **"Ayee drrrrrrinks be on mee. THE BAR ON ME"!!!** Another spetacle to draw attention away from himself. The bar erupted once more in cheer as they hoisted the man up in the air on a chair. The drunkard fought for balance as it seemed the constant swaying and rapid moving was proving to be a little much on his stomache. Now at the front door, with the drinkers of the bar crowding the barkeep now Boss noticed 'Red' sitting shamed in a booth alone. Though he noticed he took advantage of the free drinks, with two tall glasses filled with goldish yellow. With one foot out the door he comtiplated, looking to a purple haired indivisual, he slowly put a finger to his own lips _Ssshhhhhh! Gambino slid to the corner where the booth was located , watching him approach, though now too drunk to defend himself, Red was caught off guard by the thick green scaled tail wrapping around his neck. Gambino could feel the life seeping away, as the man's eyes slowly rolled to the back of his skull. A satisfying crack and Gambino's tell retracted back into his body, dropping Red giving the appearance he was passed his limit in alcohol and fainted. Given no further interruptions Gambino attempted to walk back towards the door, his prize smile painted on his face. Another thought ran through his mind coming close to his destination once more. Arriving at Loguetown in a rowboat...._"Where to from here"?_

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