Jamal "Celt" Celtic
Jamal Celtic was born in 6th June, 1988. He was born in East-Beach, Los Santos. His dad, Dwayne Celtic, was a Garage Worker in Playa-Del Seville, in Loco Low's Garage, and his mother, Denise Celtic, was a Barber. They owned a Savanna, purple one. Jamal had a brother, Carl. He was older than Jamal by 3 years. While growing up in a Latin hood, Jamal had suffered much, and was beaten alot by Latin kids for being an Afro American. One time, when Carl was hanging with his homies, Jamal was walking near.
Carl called him to come here and introduced him his friend, Jack Johnsons. Jamal learned a lot from Jack, he also had hid first weed with him. Jamal learned from him that he needs to defend himself, and to respect himself, cause if he ain't gonna' respect himself, no one gonna'. Few days later, when Jamal was 14, Jack got shot by some Latin-American rival gang, while Carl was at the hospital, critical. Jamal never knew that his brother and Jack were in a gang. He always thought it was stupid to be in a gang. 5 Days after the incident, Carl died in the hospital. The Celtic family was in a horrible condition. Denise decided to suicide with the Mac-10 that they had in home. Then, only Dwayne and Jamal got left in the family. Jamal started drug-dealing. He got his drugs from a place near his dad's garage, where someone always keeps weed and cocaine in there. His clients were the most basic crackheads: Whores, Street men, Hobo's, and even sometimes, gang members. Some man heard about him, and decided to take him into his business. That man was called Julius Van Bishop. He got Jamal a gun, a Colt 45. Van Bishop introduced him his gang, the East Side Sinners. She always got Jamal's back. One day, when Jamal was 19, he had a deal, about Cocaine and Marijuana . He was escorted by 2 Sinners. When they arrived to the meeting place, they got ambushed. 3 Latin man jumped from the bushes near them, shooting the Sinners and Jamal. They killed the Sinners, but Jamal managed to escape, and checked the Greenwood that was near him. It was key-less. He tried to hotwire it somehow but the Latinos cached up to him. In that moment, Jamal stopped hot-wiring and got out of the car. He got his hands up behind his head as they Latinos ordered him. But Jamal felt that if he gonna die from what he'll do, than so be it. He took out his Colt 45. He had in his wristband, and managed to kill the assailants. He was shocked. He then ran from the scene to his house. When he entered his house, he found trails of blood leading to his dad's bedroom. His dad was dead. He found 3 Mac-10 bullets on the floor, and his dad had a Mac in his hand. He suicided, Jamal thought. He took his dad corpse , put in the Savanna trunk, hoping no pedestrian notices, and drove off to the beach. He drove the Savanna to the water, and exited it before it
entered the water. 1 year later, after selling drugs, he decided to do something in his life. Maybe to get into a gang and to die with a reason.
:ps: I don't really know where to do a space between the story parts, so don't get confused and shit.
Jonathan Darius Cochran
Born July 28, 1986 (22)
The origins
Jonathan Cochran was a very intelligent kid born to a rich family. Every year, he and his parents, Randolph Cochran and Louise Cochran, go on vacation to different places. He finished college at the age of 14 with flying records and was the envy of his peers.
One year later, he was with his parents on a trip to the city of Los Santos, San Andreas, a place where they usually go to. They were riding through Vinewood in a black premier, when the driver noticed that there were a light blue sabre and a purple greenwood going behind them. Randolph then instructed the driver to take a winding route in the hopes of losing the people following them. However, the cars continued to follow them. Later on, only the purple greenwood was following them. But when they reached temple, the light blue sabre reappeared and barred their way. The people inside the two cars, who turned out to be gangsters, exited their cars and surrounded the car. The occupants inside started fearing for their lives, though they tried to remain calm. One of the gangsters, a fat light blue gangster with a hat, dressed in a white tank top with jumpers holding up his black pants, approached the driver. The fat gangster then took out a Tec9 and shot the driver in the head. Louise then screamed as the gangsters pulled them out of the car. However, Randolph was prepared. He took out an assault rifle he kept from his old days in the SWAT and in a flash, shot the all but two of the gangsters to death. However, before he can finish, one of the remaining gangsters shot him in the hand, the right leg, both arms, and the neck. They then finished off Louise in a similar manner. The two gangsters then walked away, having not seen Jonathan.
Jonathan then crawled out from under the dashboard of the car to his dying father, Randolph, and held him close. "Save yourself..." were the last words of his father. At that moment, Randolph died in Jonathan's arms. With tears streaming from his eyes, he took his father's assault rifle and went after the gangsters.
The two gangsters were walking away talking to each other, when one of them was shot in the head. Before the other gangster could turn around, he was hit in the head by the butt of Jonathan's Assault Rifle. He took out his 9mm, pointed it at Jonathan's head, and pulled the trigger... only to have the gun click. He then started trembling and begging for mercy. "Dont kill me!!! Wh.. wh... what do you want?!!", he cried out. Jonathan, with very evil eyes, stared at the gangster and said "Just your death". He then pulled the trigger of the assault rifle.
He then invaded the territories where he suspected that the gangsters were from. He confronted the leader of one of the gangs and asked about the gang members he killed, though not revealing a single thing about the incident. The leader of the gang said that they were all complete, not a single one having died in the last 5 months. Jonathan then realized that the gangsters were hired by assasins that were rivals of his family back in his homeland. He then wandered from place to place in the next two years, seeking out the assasins for revenge, until he ended up in Vice City as a drug dealer researching on cutting-edge and dangerous drugs.
He eventually ended up the head of a Clan with over fifteen members, although all of them left / disappeared without a trace. One of his Ex-Clanmates, somebody known as "Jingle", a member of the ARPD, became his best friend. He then quit his drug research and joined the ARPD in Vice City (VCPD). On the day of his admission, he was given a Desert Eagle which he still holds to this day. After a few months of working as an officer, he was promoted to an FBI Agent. However, he left Vice City for San Andreas a week later. When he arrived there, he worked for the SAPD until he eventually became an FBI Agent there also.
The Present and beyond
Jonathan currently owns the estate of the largest Farm in the San Andreas State, having moved from Temple, and still continues his job as a recently promoted FBI Special Agent, still using the Desert Eagle that he was given during his admission to the VCPD 5 years ago. After the murder of his parents, he developed a split personality, being both a very kind and considerate person and a very hot-headed unforgiving person. He continues to live his life with a goal in mind: To track down the assasins and destroy them to the highest possible extent.
Sorry if its long :D
(last update, Dec. 10, 2008
Kamil Jefferson
May 24, 1982
Los Santos
Our Story will begin with Kamil at age 12 at Wilson Middle school near the First Marcy Projects in 1980.
The air is cool, the breeze soft as a young Kamil Jefferson rides his bike with two friends. They ride to Glen Park, but don't dare cross the river due to The "Crips" on the other side. So, they ride home as they normally due, Kamil being in the front of the pack. An older boy appears and says to Kamil "Hey punk, gimme yo' bike!" Kamil as scared as he was stood his ground. Kamil's friends ride away to leave Kamil to fend for himself. The older boys says "Bi*ch, di'ent you hear me? Gimme yo' bike!" Kamil says nothing and attempts to grab the handlebars from the kid, as he does the older boy strikes Kamil down and rides away with his bike. Kamil being beaten and sore walks home to First Marcy. He walks up to his house and sees a group of men with red bandana's in their back pockets, they call him over. The oldest one who is about 17 says "Hey 'lil brotha' I saw you got jacked two blocks out." Kamil nods yes.
"If you ever need any help with them busta's come see us, 'aight ?" Kamil nods yes again and walks inside.
*Age 18, Kamil is now a full member of the First Marcy Bloods*
*8:30*
"Whas' happenin' witcha' brotha'?" Kamil says to another blood. "Nuttin' man." responds the man. Kamils says "'Ey homie grab 'dat 'gat over there, let's roll on GPC's!" The blood nods and picks up an Automatic MAC-10, and hands it to Kamil.
*11:30*
" 'Ey homie, right 'ere!" The Blood driving shuts his lights off. Kamil Leans his head out the window with the MAC in hand and says
" 'EY CRAB *ITCHES!" Kamil unloads his weapon on a group of 4 Crips.
*Next Tuesday*
*Police Storm in through Kamil's front door* "AW SHIT!" Kamil shouts as he is thrown to the floor by six LSPD officers.
*Kamil's Court Date*
"In the Case of Kamil Jefferson, You are guilty of 1 count Manslaughter and Attempted Murder! I Sentence you to 6 years in Santiago State Penitentiary!"
Says the Judge as she slams the gavel.
*1992 Unity Station, LS*
Kamil arrives at Unity Station and steps off the bus, he looks around at the Graffiti on the walls and syringes in the street, with the dense smog hitting his face as he steps down.
Kamil heads home to First Marcy and finds O.G Turtle playing dominoes with some of the homies from Marcy. Turtle embraces him as he walks toward the domino game
" 'Ey homie, there's some people I want you to meet, this young brotha' named 'Hale'," says Turtle as he sits on his lawnchair.
Present Day
10:00PM
Kamil walks to the corner liqour store and picks up a 40 oz. for 3 dollars. As he walks back he spots a green savanna with it's lights off in the distance. Kamil drops his receipt and jumps a wall as he hears the Savanna barreling towards him. Kamil then runs to the hood. " 'Ey! Mac 'n' Hale! There sum' punk ass Grove's down tha' street homie, tried to roll on me!" Kamil catches his breath as Lil' Mac stands up and cocks his Glock.
Just another day in Tha' Ghetto
((Ignore the 1992 stuff, I was confused when writing it.))