Jake Badger 6.04

Seemingly aloof in his own daring, Jake sparks a smoke and careens through the crowd like a tiger in a well dressed jungle.  Like James Dean meets Fosse.  He is cool and reckless in his own abandon with the grace and style of a fighter pilot soaring past the boundaries of gender creating a sonic boom that makes that masses look up and say  Aww!  However, the tediously groom jet black hair and too obvious disregard for social tokens clash tragically with the puppy dog brown eyes cautiously cruising the metrosexual crowd.  He lets the half smoked hand rolled abruptly drop to the floor and then grinds it swiftly out with the heel of scuffed Doc Martens.  Weighing in at a fiercely intimidating five foot six inches, one hundred and twenty pounds; Jake Badger, man of mystery, agent danger knows his swagger silently proclaims, "I am king.".