Jared Thorne

Jared Thorne is a character played by Filandra. 
==General Information==
Jared Thorne formerly worked for the Federal Investigation Bureau as an Analyst. Callsign A11. Jared was also formerly San Andreas State Security (SASS) under the callsign SASS-003.
Jared received the nickname "J-Rod" from FIB Director Bench Guy directly.
==Physical Description==
When not working and in uniform Jared tends to wear clothing leaning towards gothic style. 
Naturally Jared has sandy blond hair, but over many years and trial and error he had dyed his hair teal.
Jared has a lot of tattoos and one earing on his left ear.
Jared lost his right eye after being shot.
==Background Information==
Long Live the Goddess of Mercy
Born July 17th 1999 in Oakland, Jared Richard Thorne, to parents William and Patricia Thorne under the sign of Cancer. Raised in a lower middle class family with only one sister, Grace, who Jared loved dearly. Grace was 5-years his senior. William's nickname was Red, which never made sense since his hair was sandy blond, just like Jared's. When Grace was born her nickname became Little Red.
Through the years Jared became aware that he would never fit into his fathers plans. There was constant comparison between Jared and Grace by their parents. To Red, Grace couldn't do no wrong and thus Jared became the black sheep of the family. And soon Jared realized, that red and black don't mix.
Jared's mother, Patricia, was a Colonel to a sheriff's office for Alameda County. She was opinionated, uneducated, sometimes prejudiced, overbearing, believed everything she read, true or not, and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination.
Red was a drill Sergeant for Oakland Army Base before Jared was born. His work would move him around from base to another. He was ruthless, commanded respect and perfection. Jared was only 6 years old when they traveled to Finland for a joint training program. Few weeks turned to months then to years. During that time nothing changed. Live, work, die. Red would do everything to run Jared through the training. Early on it was instilled to Jared's mind to follow a higher ranks every order. Despite his young age Red gave no mercy. And nothing Jared did was enough for Red.
Grace and Jared were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and dark. Sometimes Jared would wonder if they had come from the same father, but always dismissed it as his mother was too religious to ever even think of such a thing.
But Grace who had always sensed their parent's instilled insecurities to Jared tried her best to encourage him. For he was different and she knew it. She often told him when he was born, an angel flew over his bed and christened him with a magic wand and said "You shall be the one." Jared never knew what that "the one" meant. He dismissed it as a way of her supporting him and to make the beatings less painful.
It was Jared's 14th birthday, the day that changed his life forever. Patricia, the one person who was his guiding light, his friend, his hero, was killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. She died instantly. Jared couldn't even bring himself to go to her funeral. His agony was so great he just couldn't come face to face with her that one last time. Jared's failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for him even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called "home". For one year after her death Jared roamed the streets in a fog barely conscious of anything or anyone. He discovered alcohol, girls, drugs and in general a life he had never known which was exciting, frightening and wonderfully dangerous. Soon he found people of his age, ruffian teenagers who wanted nothing more to burn the world away with they juvenile antics and have a good time doing it. They discovered music and the world was theirs for the taking.
Jared had found something to truly express himself with. Vent all his frustrations and pain. This opened the doors to a down spiral. He knew his destiny was in music. He was back in Oakland 16 going nowhere and the only thing his parents knew was "live, work, die" and if Jared stayed there, that was exactly going to happen to him. He was going to die. He was about to run away when the bombs dropped in San Andreas. He was stuck. For the first time it felt like his parent cared, but only for a second. A huge community took cover in the Sheriff's massive prepper complex. The Sheriff, Harvey Valentino, said that the fallout would be catastrophic. Things went sideways fast. He and his friends formed a group "Winged Switchblade", another name for a butterfly knife, to fight back the power of the Sheriff and his office, including his mother. Due to Jared's connection to the Sheriffs he would feed the group with information of stashes and where things of interest were held. The bunker had become his "Arena of Pleasure". But good things never last. Drugs, vandalism, parties. And an old woman's words after a show rang in his ears "Long live the Goddess of Mercy".
Things got wild quickly. There were fights. From being a gang of thugs having fun, they next find themselves killing the Sheriff, only as retaliation. He had been the one to take Grace from Jared and it was covered up. In cold blood he pulled the trigger nine times when the gun only held six. And he wasn't the last to die. They all had something in common. The Goddess of Mercy. Too high, too invincible in his insolent adolescence. Jared's mother soon found out and came in to their little compound inside the bunkers as they were having a drug fueled party. And she threatened to jail him if he didn't clean up. It was not that she cared about Jared as a person, she was only interested in her own renown as she was on track to become the new leader of the compound and the next Sheriff. But it was then Jared realized just how far things had gone. So he sat there alone in his palace of pain and he was just numb from the alcohol and the drugs, but equally as intoxicated by his own fame and he had just enough courage to pick up the intercom and dial the number. Jared's mind went into a whirlwind thinking of what would happen and the fear overcame him and he started to put down the phone, but before he could a voice at the other end rang out and it sent a chill through Jared that he had never known. It was his father, Red. It was hard for Jared to speak, his heart pounding out of his chest, but when he did he did the best he could. Red was very cold. But Jared knew the shock of suddenly hearing from him after all these years was overwhelming and he was hoping that all the time that had passed would heal the deep wounds between his parents and him. Jared desperately wanted them to approve of him, to accept him - it was all he ever wanted. Jared hoped his success in music would finally prove his worthiness and they would welcome the prodigal son home. All Jared wanted was for them to be proud of him, but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son."
Some wounds never heal and Jared's had scarred him for life. A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of destruction before burning out. And on this night the great finale was finally here. "Long live the Goddess of Mercy".
Man In A Suit
When the bunker opened Jared was handed a bag. "Never come back" rang through his ears. As Jared traveled to Los Santos as he had heard his mother speak of "Mercy" living there. He reflected on everything. Slept on bus stops, detoxing. He swore to clean himself up. Maybe one day fix who he is. When Jared finally landed, He had been clean over a year without anything. But the city is exciting and enticing. Jared found himself in the dogs lair down in Little Soul. He masked his history by wearing a suit, a fake smile and a suitcase. Sat into a taxi and started hanging out with the Whispblume sisters and the crew of Heart & Seoul. By the suggestion and connections of Finn Grey, Jared was able to make a meeting with Kelly Powers about their vision about The Wabi Sabi Collective. Jared offered to help the production of artists and talent, but denounced doing music himself. Lying to the collective that he would slowly start working on it, he kept making excuses about technical issues.
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==Trivia==
* Owns three vehicles: An Oracle XS, a Phoenix and a Faggio Sport. Papers of the Oracle state it's a normal Oracle, not an XS.
* Fatally allergic to seafood.
* Formerly had the alias "JT", until given the name "J-Rod".
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