Country Raised, Playa Made

[MoCityDon]

 

Info:

Name: Christopher Jackson Turner

Date of Birth: Tuesday, March 3rd, 1998 (Pisces)

Birthplace: Baton Rouge, Louisiana

 

Appearence:

Height: 6’0ft/182.88cm

Weight: 164 lbs

Build: Skinny

Eye color: Brown

Accent: Southern Louisiana/New Orleans

 

Story: 

Christopher Jackson Turner was born on March 3rd, 1998 in Baton Rouge Louisiana. He grew up in the public housing projects on Gardere Lane (known as G-Lane), a neighborhood with a high poverty rate, along with a very high crime rate. Growing up in a single parent household, his mother – Caroline Turner gave birth to her only son at the age of sixteen, when she was just a sophomore in high school. Her longtime boyfriend at the time, and Christopher's father, Jordan Williams was eighteen when he found out he was going to have a son. Jordan at the time was a high-school dropout, and making a decent amount of money for only being eighteen years old, by working as a pimp in a prostitution ring spread out across the neighborhood. Since Baton Rouge has one of the highest STD ratings in the country, Jordan was only adding to this percentile. It was Jordan’s idea to name his son Chris, after his favorite NBA player at the time, power forward Chris Webber who played on the Washington Bullets, however Caroline didn’t approve of this name, and wanted a more full name – so the two argued about naming their son for weeks, until they were both willing to settle with Christopher, which has the definition of “carrier of Christ.”

 

(The following map shows the area of Baton Rouge Christopher grew up in, Gardere Lane, or as the locals call it “G-Lane”.)

 

After celebrating only his son’s second birthday, on March 19^th, 2001 Jordan’s life would be taken in a homicide that was committed by his own friend, Torrance Booker. The police explain the event to have been the cause of the two former friends arguing over a card game, in which Torrance lost, and refused to pay his debt. After a fight broke out Torrance reached for a pistol and gunned Jordan down. Caroline took her longtime boyfriend and baby daddy’s loss very hard, and began to pursue Church every Sunday, at a Lutheran traditional church. Since she found the path of god, she finally got her two year old son at the time baptized, and would enroll him in Sunday school classes for toddlers.

 (The newspaper article that was published by Baton Rouge Daily, the day after Jordan was murdered.)

 

(A mugshot from 2000 of Christopher’s father – Jordan Williams after being arrested for possession of narcotics.)

 

Growing up, Chris was always driven by his mother to be the best he possibly could, and was always kept busy and involved, between Church, sports and school. As a child, his elementary school teachers described him as bright, energetic, and enthusiastic about learning, causing his mother to be very proud of her son from an early age. She even would call him “Smiley” because he was always seen smiling and happy as a toddler, and it was rare to see him upset or crying. Throughout middle school he kept his focus on extra circular activities, and played on the Cougars – Bailey Middle School’s basketball team.

 

By the end of eighth grade, and the summer going into high school however, things began to spiral downhill. During the summer, because of the immense free time he had on his hands, without having priorities such as team sports and school, a large window of opportunity opened up for him and his friends to get in trouble, especially since he was home alone five days a week for seven hours while his mother was at work. At the age of fourteen, Chris had tried smoking weed for the first time out of a home-made aluminum pipe, and after taking the first toke he fell in love. It was a match made in heaven he thought. Every day of the 2011-2012 summer vacation that year, he’d go to his friend Brandon’s house whose father sold dope and would do nothing except play Xbox 360, get high and munch out on junk food.

 

His mother, who knew her son like the back of her own hand, knew something was up, and one night caught him at three in the morning in their backyard smoking pot out of an apple. As soon as she caught him, she instantly took off her belt and laid down the beats on him, attempting to scare him to stop smoking. However, the marijuana usage didn’t come to a halt, and despite being a strong believer in Christianity, his mother seemed to grow tired of arguing with her son, as it was starting to put a strain on their relationship, and thought to herself that as long as it’s just pot, he’ll be alright, and allowed him to smoke it care-free.

 

By the time his freshman year came around, lots of the kids he grew up with and went to grade school with were tatted up, gang-affiliated, or not even going to school anymore, being drop-outs and the girls were beginning to walk around school with babies in their stomachs, it was a truly toxic learning environment. High school was a rude educational awakening for Chris, as he started the school year, he was out of shape from doing nothing for three months during summer vacation, so he didn’t try out for any school sports, and he lacked motivation to do well in school, since nine out of ten times, he’d be showing up to school baked anyway. Despite all of this, Chris was still a pretty smart kid compared to his peers, and steered clear of gang-banging, and never took home a failing grade during his freshman year, averaging a C+ in his classes.

 

Finishing his freshman year at the age of fifteen, his marijuana habit was beginning to get more and more expensive,  and to support it, he knew he had to get a job somewhere to finally make some money on his own. So he applied at every fast-food restaurant close to him, and ended up getting hired at a local fried chicken restaurant. Chris hated his job, but he loved and looked forward to pay-day every Friday, so he stuck with it for about three months before he was fired for failing a surprise pop-up drug test given by the store’s branch manager. With all of the money he had earned during his three month fried chicken venture, he was left with two dollars in his savings. He loved the feeling of earning money, and loved smoking weed, so the idea finally dawned on him – why not start selling it? So this is what he did, he began by purchasing an ounce of some dro off of his friend Brandon, who was now fully fledged in the dope game, and started flipping them to double his profit. Chris finally had some motivation and drive in his life once again and loved what he did, he was great at it. He was able to tell himself no, when he wanted to smoke some of his product, because the only thing he loved more than weed was money.

 

(A photo taken of Christopher Turner (left), and best friend Brandon Peterson (right) during their sophomore year at Catholic High, in Baton Rouge during their 2013 school year, both aged 16 in the photograph.)

 

Going into his sophomore school year, he had moved up from flipping half ounces and ounces, to flipping quarter pounds and eventually half pounds. He was making more money than he ever thought he could be just by selling weed, and his job as a drug-dealer took priority in his life, over attending school, even though he was just sixteen at the time. During his second year in high school, he would skip full weeks at a time, only rarely attending three days a week at tops – but even for those few days he showed up, he would go home early to get high. When he was at school, he was one of the freshest dressing kids to attend, now that he was getting money, he was cashing out on expensive brand clothing, such as Ralph Lauren t-shirts, True Religion jeans, Rock Revival jeans and Nike Air Force Ones and Jordan basketball sneakers. By the time the second semester of his tenth grade year rolled around, he just stopped showing up altogether, and eventually dropped out.

 

By the time he was nineteen, he decided to purchase a pure bred American Rottweiler puppy. Giving the dog the name Bear, he spent lots of time training it to respect and listen to him, he would be very hard on the dog, and would often have to get physical with the dog to get it to obey him and to assort his dominance as the true alpha male. He trained it to be a guard dog, and would leave it chained up outside of his mother and his house to act as a security system, and that’s exactly what Bear did. The dog chased off trespassers coming onto their property, and would alert his owners if anybody was coming inside, barking and growling extremely loud. Chris became very attached to his dog over the years, and is waiting until Bear’s fully grown to bet on it in a dog fight, to earn some extra side cash.

 

(Christopher’s Rottweiler, Bear at the age of six months, photo taken in Baton Rouge.)

 

At the age of twenty, Chris’ girlfriend at the time – Briana Farris announced that she was pregnant with his daughter. Chris was offended when she told him, and they got into a very big screaming match, which led up to getting physical. He didn’t want to accept the responsibility of fatherhood, as he wasn’t mature enough to step up to the plate. By the time his daughter was born, his baby mama named the baby Mariah, and he had come to terms with being a father, and accepted responsibility. However, he still didn’t want to help raise her child. He and his baby mama still were on terrible terms, and the two couldn’t stand each other, but Chris helped financially, with providing diapers and visiting his daughter once or twice a week, bringing toys every time he saw her. Briana didn’t think this was enough though, and soon filed suit against Christopher for child support, and the suit ended in her favor – she’d be getting $500 a month from Chris. Outraged, Chris soon stopped showing up to see his daughter, as he couldn’t stomach being in the same room as his baby mama, and his visitation with his daughter turned from a few times a week, to once or twice a month.

 

Not knowing what else to do, Chris wanted a clean slate, a fresh start - so he made a fast decision, giving it no second thought to move out of the state. He decided on the west coast, as his younger cousin Keyante Banks, his grandmother and aunt, all lived out there. However, the child support was burning a hole in his pocket, so he decided to settle on moving to Blaine County, as it was much cheaper, and he preferred the country lifestyle anyway, given he spent his whole life in the dirty South. So, on February 20^th 2019, he packed up all of his belongings, as well as his Rottweiler Bear (who is now two years old, and 105 pounds) and made the 30 hour road trip from Louisiana to Blaine County to make a new life for himself.

 

When he first arrived, he was hired at the local grocery store to workas a cashier, but lasted about a week before quitting. He hadn’t worked a real job since he was fifteen and couldn’t stand it, so he went back to what he did best. With a few ounces of drugs in his position from home, he began selling out of Blaine County, and even started to break into cars and sell them to chop shops for instant profits. Christopher’s main drive is money, and doesn’t let anything get in the way of getting it.

Edited July 1, 2019 by MoCityDon

[MoCityDon]

After meeting some connections around Blaine County, Chris hears about a chop-shop in Los Santos that takes in stolen cars to be scrapped & sold. Chris meets the mechanic, and the two arrange a business arrangement, that same night Chris begins his new nerve-racking job.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[MoCityDon]

 

 

Another day, another dollar.

 

 

 

 

Edited March 12, 2019 by LavarBall

[MoCityDon]

Chris heads down to Vespucci early in the morning to begin his work. As he'd cruise down, approaching the pier he sees a 2019 Cavalcade SUV and pulls over. It's his dream car, and he's always wanted to drive one, so of course - he boosts it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest]

OG in making right there. Really like how your character have character.

[MoCityDon]

After spotting a Los Santos bureaucrat park a clean, brand-new looking sports coupe out in Sandy Shores, Chris knows he has to boost it. As the bureaucrat is inspecting the local bar, the Patriot, he goes to work on the car. He gets the car completely wired in under four minutes, and instantly skips town. He thinks of scrapping it, but decides it is too clean, and decides to keep it and drive it for himself. So, he goes down to Vespucci, where his younger cousin Keantay resides and picks him up, the two spend the day in the city cruising before heading back towards Sandy Shores, hours after the car was stolen. Stashing the car away in a discreet location, just one minute later a police SUV sirens for the two to stop, tracking the stolen car down somehow. The two begin to jump fences, and successfully flee the police officer, getting away clean. Fearing he may have a warrant out for his arrest, Chris changes his appearence and gets a local to help him braid his hair so the police won't recognize him. 

(On a side note, sadly I forgot to take screenshots of the police encounter.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited March 12, 2019 by LavarBall

[MoCityDon]

 

Chris spends the evening training his two year old rottweiler, Bear to be aggresive. Stuffing a large, puffy jacket with several shirts underneath to prevent the dog's biting from going through to his skin, he gets Bear to attack him. After a succesfful day of training, he chains him up in his front yard like usual, where he will stay out all night keeping intruders away from his owner's property.

 

 

 

 

[MoCityDon]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[nwhatifyourhomiedead?]

baton rouges finest

[Blackbeard]

This seems dope. Following.