BARNES, Oscar Henry

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OSCAR HENRY BARNES

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NICKNAME: Ozzie.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: 21, September 10th.
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles.
RESIDENCE: Belmont Shores, Ca
PROFESSION: Personal Trainer.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced.

LIKES - Exercise, football, root beer, the Spectrum, summer, Six Flags, spear fishing, hiking, kick ball, dogs, Kim K's ass, green beans with cheese, artichoke hearts, Betty White, Family Guy, Star Wars, Tough Mudder, Gravity Sheep, tacos, twizzlers, Katie McGrath.

DISLIKES - Star Trek, Winter, Rain, Canadian Bacon, spinach, cats, water parks, baseball, Winter Olympics, Saw, vampire shows. 

5 THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME -

WHY THE CITY LIFE?

Born and raised in Cerritos, figured I'd move three miles down the road into this area of town. It's not bad. I live near the beach and the fishing district, it's pretty cool. I couldn't really drift far from home for some personal reasons so I moved into a nice area that would work well for my business. I get celebrities and normal folks into shape when they're drifting so it's a nice comfortable area to attract clients without being overwhelmed by skyscrapers like downtown.

DESCRIBE THE PEOPLE/FEEL OF YOUR BUILDING/NEIGHBORHOOD.

My neighbors are cool. Half of them are military, the other half are a bunch of singles who do their own thing. The building is usually pretty quiet, but you better not expect to sleep on the weekends. As soon as the work week is done at least one person is having a party of some sort. Especially during football season. That gets intense. It's like a giant party for every game.

WHAT CHANGES HAVE YOU MADE IN THE PAST 5 YEARS?

I've changed a lot more than I'd like to admit. The guy I am today probably should've been the guy I was five years ago. I went from being a total dick to being a lot more mellow and focused on my career. I had plans for myself back then. Plans I don't really want to talk about because I fucked up, but I grew up and found a better career path.

HOW CAN SOMEONE TELL IF YOU'RE LYING OR GUILTY?

How should I know? My mom seemed to always know when I was lying, but hell if I knew how the fuck she did it. I like to think I'm a pretty great liar, I've gotten off the hook from some pretty big situations.

DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONAL MORALS:

What's the old saying about doing to others what you want to be done to you? Yeah, until maybe two years ago I didn't really believe in that shit. I pretty much figured that I could do whatever the heck I wanted, whenever I wanted. 

HOW MIGHT SOMEONE ATTRACT YOUR ATTENTION?

Big boobs? I don't know. If you're hot, it'll instantly grab my attention and if you're cool I guess that'll grab my attention. If you're really into sports and shit, that'll get my attention. Guess that's about it. Just do something I'd like.

ONE LOVES OR MANY LOVES? WHY?

Many loves because one is pointless. Why limit yourself to that kind of shit? That's like saying if you break up with someone you loved, that you didn't really love them or you'll never love again and that just sounds stupid and depressing.

A FAVORITE KIND OF KISS?

The kind below the belt? Nah, I don't know about this. Kissing is kissing, do people really have a favorite kind?

WOULD YOU RATHER RELIVE YOUR GREATEST MOMENT OR REDO YOUR WORST MISTAKE? EXPLAIN.

Neither, that's just depressing. Who says redoing your mistakes would fix it and who says reliving your greatest moment won't change the future? Nah, I'd rather live in the now than dwell in the past.

FATHER: Henry Barnes.
MOTHER: Marcella Gray.
SIBLINGS: Brenna Barnes, 20, sister; Helena Barnes, 18, sister; Lina Barnes, 10, half-sister; Jack Gray, 5, half-brother; Lorna Gray, 20, step-sister.
EXTENDED: Jackson Gray, step-father; Brianna Barnes, step-mother; Molly Gearr, ex-wife.
PETS: Dean, golden retriever.

"I hate talking about my family because my family is my own business and you people really shouldn't be sticking your nose in there. They're all good people, but we all have our dysfunctions. My parents divorced when I was twelve after my dad had some affair and had a baby with some other chick. Me and my sisters hated her for a long time, but she wasn't actually that bad of a lady. She's only seven years older than me and she's a fun chick to be around. Dad eventually married her, my mom ended up marrying someone else. They both seem happier for it. I was married once, none of your business there either. I have a bucket of siblings that are all pretty cool. I don't know the younger ones too well, but I've got two sisters I love and a step-sister that's pretty cool, I guess. My dog is the best family I could ask for."

I don't really know what to say about my childhood. It was as normal as anyone else's. I was born and raised in Long Beach, California. My dad was a judge for family court and my mom was a Lawyer turned housewife. They met in law school and got married shortly after graduating, I was born in their last year of school but they still managed to work things out. After a couple of years, dad made my mom quit work to stay at home with me and my sisters. There were three of us by that point so apparently he thought that was the best plan. I think that was the beginning of the end of them, really. They started fighting all the time and things got worse and worse between them until I was in middle school and they separated. I didn't really know what it meant back then because we all still lived together and I didn't really understand what was going on with them aside from the fighting, but eventually dad was served with divorce papers and she moved out. She lived nearby though so one week we'd live with her, the next with dad. It worked for us, but I was more of a dad to my sisters than either of them. 

It wasn't until high school that I really started piecing everything together about what happened to them. Mom wanted to go back to work and dad wanted some housewife to walk around with on his arm. He started having affairs and she knew about it, so she started seeing the guy next door. They argued about it, but neither wanted to end things. Then there was my sister, Brenna. She had some issues from a young age, but no one ever knew what was up with her. We thought it was the stress of everything going on with our parents, but when our mom took her to the doctors, it was something more. She was diagnosed as being Schizophrenic and that caused conflict with them too. My dad didn't believe in all that psychological shit. He didn't think therapy worked and it embarrassed him whenever someone made a comment about how weird his daughter was. Guess things got to be too much.

It was my sophomore year of high school when he brought up this four year old girl and said, hey guys, this is your sister. Apparently he'd been seeing the girl he had been having an affair with for years. She was the court scribe and they had been dating for six years. I was nine when they started dating and mom knew all about them. He told us he was going to be marrying her so he thought it'd be good for us to meet her. She seemed cool enough. I hated her from the moment I met her. I was neglectful of their daughter, refused to babysit, would ignore them if they came to my football games, even introduced Brianna as the whore to my friends. I hated her for a long time. But eventually she proved to be pretty cool because she protected Brenna from my dad. When he wanted to admit her to a mental hospital after an accident at school, she defended her. She was the only person who believed she could get better at home and took it under her wing to home school her.

Things got better in our house for awhile. I led a normal high school life, played football, got decent grades, had girlfriends, all that normal shit. Senior year I was scouted for the NFL training camp, the Raiders wanted to pick me up already, which is pretty fucking awesome, right? I was stoked. I'd have preferred to be a Charger, but hey, one step at a time, right? Things were going awesome for me, couldn't get better, but then prom night happened and everything went to shit. You know those dramatic stories parents tell you about prom night accidents? Yeah, well, that was basically my reality. I didn't think that kind of shit would happen, but it did. Me, my then girlfriend, and a couple of pals with their girls were driving around with a bottle of something I can't even remember and got into a wreck. My leg got smashed up and I had to have pins put in my knee. There were a few other injuries, but no one died. We were lucky. But that was the end of my football hopes as soon as they found out about what happened. It didn't matter if I could still play, they didn't want me anymore. 

I was pissed for a long time. I broke up with my girlfriend because I blamed the fuck out of her. Don't know why, she wasn't driving, I was, but I blamed her anyway. Said she was the reason we got into the wreck. I haven't really talked to her since then, but she was a great girl that didn't deserve any of that. I realize that now. I did a lot of stupid shit to people back then. I went through a really reckless phase, didn't even go to my own graduation because I was angry at the entire world. I went away for a little while, travelled to a few different American landmarks, spent some time down in Cancun. It was a good time. I even set a car on fire 'cause some douchebag pissed me off, but I got off on the charges. But I eventually came back to reality, went to school in Chicago, met a really great girl, married her, and then came back to California with a degree and decided to start my business as a personal trainer. I got my first gig helping out on the set of Haywire and everything progressed from there. It's only been two years since I started this and I'm doing pretty fucking good. The only downside is that while I was away, dad finally managed to put my sister in a hospital and I ended up divorced a few months ago. 

ALIAS: rae.
AGE: 21.
PLAY-BY: ryan b.
CITY: la.
LISTENING TO: song & artist

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