Edit: Proper Update
I'll bite.
Real Name: Jackson Jones.
Stage Name: Kelly
Group Name and Members(optional, up to 6): Pass the Swordfish, Featuring Randall, Murray, and Mac.
Hometown: Boston, the one on the east coast.
Background: After a generic white life in the Boston Suburbia, Jackson was fed up. He wanted to be cool, and he wanted to get out of his generic mold. So he took off across the country with his buddies, going on a drunken drug filled adventure. They now arrive in San Fran, with a crazy dream. Re-invent hip hop.
You and "Pass the Swordfish" arrive fresh off the bus in the heart of San Francisco. The city is alive with people of all sorts and you're itching to get your hands on some mic, somewhere. Your hard-ass partying has left you with only
[1] $100 between you all, but you feel ready to take on the whole city!
Sniff around to find some kind of open mic night, where I could make a splash of some kind.
[6] After walking around the south side of San Fran for a bit, you see a seemingly popular club on the corner with a really long line. There is, however, a sign that says, in bright neon pink, "OPEN MIC, SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT!" A couple of ladies in line give you a wink as you approach the corner. There is also a particularly drugged-out looking bouncer.
Real Name: Charles Greenbersteinowitz
Stage Name: Bad Juju
Hometown: Philadelphia, born and raised.
Group Name and Members(optional): Blak Puppetz with Jim, Jerry, Johnny, Jake and Jinx.
Background: Born in the most stereotypical black jewish family, Charlie managed to run away before they cut off most of his valued body parts and was later educated by his aunt. His aunt was an even more stereotypical voodoo lady and our hero had learned some tricks of dark magics from her, while avoiding becoming yet another nameless mook, and to make thing s right and change his life, he stated rapping. He knew he could kick ass, and he soon got all of his money and left. He is currently 24 years old, and is about six foot ten.
As you and the "Blak Puppetz" get off of the bus and take in the sights, sounds, and smells of San Francisco, you feel a great bit of relief and energy that you've never felt before from you're sheltered black-Jewish life. Between the six of you, you have managed to scrounge up
[2] $200. It'll be tough to get by at the start, but so is every true G's life. Tupac didn't start off in a Benz!