TUCCI, JONATHAN NOAH

"Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
Been around the world all the hoes know my name."

FULL NAME. Jonathan “Johnny” Noah Tucci

AGE. Twenty-six

OCCUPATION. Music producer

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN. Aries

PERSONALITY TRAITS. Arrogant, obnoxious, adaptable, cunning, womanizer

HOMETOWN. Upper Manhattan, New York

FAMILY.
Father: Vincent “Vinny” Tucci: Record label owner/ fifty-four

Step mother: Christine Tucci: Former model/ twenty-eight




OOC ALIAS. Jenny

GENDER. Female

OTHER CHARACTERS. N/A

FACE CLAIM. Gaspard Ulliel

The cool wind licked at his cheeks as he made his way down the crowded streets of Times Square. He preferred the view from above, specifically from a penthouse suite with a choice biddy tangled up in the sheets passed out from a passionate night of love making. Among the crowd though it made him feel common, which, anyone that laid eyes on the man would have easily been able to see, he most certainly was not. A legend in his own mind it had never helped that the people that surrounded him tended to feed that delusion in hopes of gaining something from him. His father was powerful in the music industry and be it people looking to make it big or those leeching off the lime light, he was always surrounded by people singing his praise.

Did he know that they were ingenuine and utterly two-faced? That behind his back they cracked jokes at his expense over how much of a tool he was? Deep down there was the possibility of it but the full frontal that he flashed people with was one hundred percent oblivious confidence. Despite being raised in Upper Manhattan he took on a dialect that was far more hood than anything he should have been used to. It was that edge, the knowledge of the urbanite that allowed him to connect with what this generation wanted from there music. Coming across as that spoiled playboy wasn't necessarily a ruse, but Johnny was good at his job. He discovered people that dropped platinum hits and was a valuable asset to the company aside from being the boss's son.

Johnny loved it though. Girls were all over him because he held that air of importance about him- gold diggers could smell the money wafting off of him in powerful waves- his swagger was off the chain. If not for the music, everyone who had ever met him knew what he his greatest ambition was...to have all the popping poontang that he possibly could. It was a dream realized and tonight, that was precisely what he was heading out to get himself into. Cielo was one of the hottest clubs and Johnny always had a good time there. Making some turns he finally managed to hail a cab to take him down to the Meatpacking district. The place was packed by the time he rolled up. Paying for his cab fair Johnny headed to the front of the line giving the familiar bouncer a nod as he was let right in. The connections that Johnny had gave him VIP access most everywhere that he went as far as clubs and hotels went. Knowing the name Tucci was knowing music in this town.

He thought about heading into the sunken dance floor but passed moving through the gyrating bodies to one of the banquettes, his black Italian leather dress shoes stepping on the stylish beige suede floor. The walls were lined with mirrors and lowly lit bulbs. One of his clients was having a party and bodies lined the music, bass pumping out the latest single the artist had been working on. Johnny went over to the rapper shaking his hand and going through the pleasantries of how dope his beats were and ill his rhymes before separating to grab a glass of Ciroc and a lady or two to keep him in good company.