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Jared Kale is a young American contractor born on Eastern ave in Baltimore, Maryland in the summer of 1997. He was born to a low-class Italian family, with his father being a raging alcoholic, and his mother being forced to work two full time jobs to support Jared and his younger sister Anna Lee, as his father would find himself in the county jail on occasion due to his short temper and drinking habits. His father, born Raymond Kale, was fired from his Trucking job when Jared was just a young child, this infuriated Raymond and he relied on his alcohol abuse to cope with the toll it took on his image and dignity. Often times, Raymond would abuse his wife and take his anger out on his own children as well, and would gamble the money he earned or his wife earned, putting the family into extreme debt. Jared was no stranger to violence, as his father would constantly berate him, beat him, and treat him like he wasn't even a child of his own, just an object. At the age of fifteen, Jared was getting off of school to hang out with some friends and the rule of the house was to be inside before the bus routes ended, but Jared found himself coming home late only to be met with the hands of his father. Raymond wrapped his hands around Jared's throat, almost rendering him unconcious. Jared's mother and sister witnessed the act, but could do nothing as they feared for their own safety. Jared's father, Raymond, soon went to sleep after finishing the last of his bottle of Jameison, that's when Jared wrote a letter for his sister and mother, telling them he was gone for good. Jared grabbed all of his belongings, which wasn't much, and high tailed it out of his Baltimore home, he had no where to go and didn't exactly have a plan. Living homeless, Jared would pick up petty jobs around the city, once as a pizza parlor bussboy, and once as a part-time waiter at an Italian restaurant in the upper city, trying to earn enough money to survive. With his young age, however, hours were short for him and Jared would have to couch surf and stay at the houses of local friends in fear his mother or father reported him as a run away. Sadly, he too would develop his own drinking habit as on his nights out he would find his way in to some of the local pubs, spending his earned money on alcohol to surpress the rage and trauma from his past homelife. Years go by and Jared will turn eighteen, becoming a young adult. At this point his knowledge of survival have increased immensely, as well as his street smarts. He obtained his drivers license after he finally reached out to his mother, getting all of his documents and would begin to send her money discreetly, as long as his father never found out it was him, he just did not want to exist to his father. He eventually bought a cheap motorcycle from a coworker that he was staying with while he worked at an Electrical contracting firm that he worked at as a Technician, for the next years as he continued being a working man, his life was shifting in great ways, but soon his demons would eventually catch up to him. When Jared was twenty-three years old, he began his own Electrical contracting business after obtaining his LLC. He had a crew of three men, who were all close friends of Jared's. One day at a pub, he was out drinking with them all, Jared was beyond drunk at this moment when he spotted his father stumbling into the business. Enraged at the sight, Jared confronted his father. Jared: "Hey you fuckin' jag off, what brings you here? Pissing off your money for some fish water again? Or should I say Mom's cash?" Jared chuckled, clearly intoxicated as each word was slurred. His father replied is his deep and raspy voice. Raymond: "Fuck off kid, the last thing I want to do is see that shmug face of yours, I haven't dont shit to you! You abandoned your family you fuckin' prick." Jared: "I abandoned my family?! I abandoned my family?!" Jared shoves his father without even thinking twice, and as his father backs up, Jared smashes his beer bottle over his own fathers head, slicing his face in multiple places. Jared: "You fuckin' scumbag! You piece of shit! You fucking bastard! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" The doorman of the pub jumps between them and tells Jared to get out before the cops come. Jared, still enraged with tears of anger streaming down his face, did just that. Jared hopped onto his motorcycle and cranked it, all he had was his bike, the clothes on his back, and a wallet full of money. He rode into the night, and never looked back, he just kept on riding. After a long eight hour bike ride, the sun started to come up, Jared didn't really pay any attention to any of the road signs, but he knew he was in a place he never saw before. A sign that read "Welcome to Los Santos" hung above him as he saw the bright lights of the busy city. He got off his bike to smoke a cigarette and stretched before speaking to himself. Jared: "Well, I guess this is it huh? Time to fuckin' start fresh, get my life togetha'...forget all about those fucks." He reminisced about his Mother and Sister. Jared: "Ah fuck it, they'll be alright, I'll be back for them." He sat in the sunrise, puffing on the light cigarette until it was finished, and he hocked a loogie to the side of the road and got back onto his bike to ride into the city. This is the beginning of the story of Jared Emilio Kale. A bare-knuckle bar-brawling, bleach blonde Italian kid from Baltimore, attempting to escape the harsh trauma and hard knock life that he experienced in his hometown.
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Raise some hell! Love it.