and are you Bloods or Crips?
EC Purple Saints :poke:oh kk sorry i was told this was bloods :D my bad and good luck rusty!
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For OOC purposes only.
Name IG:Kamil JeffersonCharacter Story:
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 bridge to the north side 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 out of a project housing and says to Kamil "Hey punk, gimme yo' bike!" Kamil quickly slams on the brakes. 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. Kami,l being beaten and sore walks home to First Marcy. He walks up to his home and glances at 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, shaking his head up and down.
"If you ever need any help with them bustas come see us, 'aight?" Kamil nods 'yes' once again and walks inside.
*FAST FORWARD TO AGE 18, Kamil has been jumped into the Marcey 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 'em GPC's!" The blood nods and picks up an Automatic MAC-10, and hands it to Kamil.
*FAST FORWARD TO 11:30*
"'Ey homie, right 'ere!" The blood driving shuts the lights of the 1978 Monte Carlo off. Kamil slowly rolls the window down and leans out, Mac-10 in hand and shouts
"'EY CRAB *ITCHES," Kamil then proceeds to unload his magazine on 4 Crips standing outside of a party.
*FAST FORWARD TO 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.
*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.
*5 Years ago*
Kamil arrives at Unity Station and steps off the bus, he looks around at the Graffiti on the walls and empty syringes in the street.
Kamil slowly makes his way toward First Marcy and finds O.G Turtle with some of the bloods from Marcy. Turtle embraces him.
"'Ey homie, there's some people I want you to meet, this young brotha' named 'Hale' "
*Present Day*
Kamil, now 29, slowly walks down the street, taking notice of the foul smell and crackheads adorning the El Corona project housings like lawn ornaments. He slowly walks up to a door and knocks on it, the door is answered by an old friend from ECPS. Lil' Mac, now a shadow of his former glory due to his addiction to heroin, slowly invites Kamil inside. " 'Sup homie," says Kamil as he takes notice of Curtis' twig-like figure. Kamil shakes his head slowly in disgust as Curtis offers him a used syringe, filled with heroin. He stands up off of the beaten, brown couch and kicks the metal security door open, storming out of the home. He lifts up his shirt and draws his Glock 17, aiming the piece at a crackhead. Kamil slowly squeezes the trigger, firing a kill shot.
Previous Characters:
Just Kamil.
Previous Factions:
ECPS
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Argonath Army are getting shipments to LS Docks, we'r going to hit it up and steal some shit from them. Roll with us and we'll see what you can do.
EC Purple SaintsCurrent IG Name:
Answer All Questions.
Alonzo Harris
Character Story(Must be Decent):
Grew up in the Watts LA (East LS), streets were always rough, so my hood would never let me get soft. After whole childhood banning my set, I slowly started to have that feeling like there is more to the world then these streets, its like I was a prisoner to my gang. I tried to think deeper in it, but I never could really get it right, so I kept to my homies.
The young adult life was seeming to get a bit easier, but exact opposite in some situations. The police were always giving me and my homies hard time. One day I remember my cousin from 6th Street Pirus were holding up a liquor store, that's when a cap walked in for a surprise, then my cousin ended up blasting the pig and splattering all his brain meter all over the store clerk. I tell you, that was not a pretty scene.
As I began growing up, tried different things from time to time. The day came and my dream was to be a rap star. I always had some kills, used to write a little rhymes when i was young. So I lay'd down some versus, called up my boy that has a little studio set at hid crib, and we lay down few tracks together. I tried pushing my demos to all the big rollers that came threw. I was getting a bit wealthier and popular around my hood and surrounding areas. I used to write about who I want and what I want, I just didnt give a f**k. One day I woke up at around 9am, got dressed, was on my way to the bathroom, then I hear a nigga breaking in my crib. Next thing I see, is him rushing for my .45 laying on the kitchen table. I woke up 1 week later in the comma, I got shot 2 times by my own gun. Few days later I hear that that nigga that shot me, was some fool that I dissed on one of my demo tracks. After that, I realized that this rap shit is not any safer then the streets itself. So I slowly stop rapping for the charts, and just doing my own little thing when i got time. Got back to the streets.
Shit always goes down in the hood, keep yo eyes open and be ready for any shit the hoods ganna throw at ya. No matter how real shit gets, I never turned bitch, and never planning on it. As a matter of fact, its going to kill me, but I ant never run from a nigga, and I'm damn sure aint bout to pick the day to start running. Now here I am all grown up, 32 years young trying to show new bloods the street code and how to live by it.
Previous Characters(Names):
Alonzo_Ruiz - mexical vato from SF
Alonzo_GvardiaT - Wannabe mobster
Previous Factions(Gangs):
Ruiz
Gvardia
EC Purple SaintsCurrent IG Name:
Answer All Questions.
Alonzo Harris
Character Story(Must be Decent):
Grew up in the Watts LA (East LS), streets were always rough, so my hood would never let me get soft. After whole childhood banning my set, I slowly started to have that feeling like there is more to the world then these streets, its like I was a prisoner to my gang. I tried to think deeper in it, but I never could really get it right, so I kept to my homies.
The young adult life was seeming to get a bit easier, but exact opposite in some situations. The police were always giving me and my homies hard time. One day I remember my cousin from 6th Street Pirus were holding up a liquor store, that's when a cap walked in for a surprise, then my cousin ended up blasting the pig and splattering all his brain meter all over the store clerk. I tell you, that was not a pretty scene.
As I began growing up, tried different things from time to time. The day came and my dream was to be a rap star. I always had some kills, used to write a little rhymes when i was young. So I lay'd down some versus, called up my boy that has a little studio set at hid crib, and we lay down few tracks together. I tried pushing my demos to all the big rollers that came threw. I was getting a bit wealthier and popular around my hood and surrounding areas. I used to write about who I want and what I want, I just didnt give a f**k. One day I woke up at around 9am, got dressed, was on my way to the bathroom, then I hear a nigga breaking in my crib. Next thing I see, is him rushing for my .45 laying on the kitchen table. I woke up 1 week later in the comma, I got shot 2 times by my own gun. Few days later I hear that that nigga that shot me, was some fool that I dissed on one of my demo tracks. After that, I realized that this rap shit is not any safer then the streets itself. So I slowly stop rapping for the charts, and just doing my own little thing when i got time. Got back to the streets.
Shit always goes down in the hood, keep yo eyes open and be ready for any shit the hoods ganna throw at ya. No matter how real shit gets, I never turned bitch, and never planning on it. As a matter of fact, its going to kill me, but I ant never run from a nigga, and I'm damn sure aint bout to pick the day to start running. Now here I am all grown up, 32 years young trying to show new bloods the street code and how to live by it.
Previous Characters(Names):
Alonzo_Ruiz - mexical vato from SF
Alonzo_GvardiaT - Wannabe mobster
Previous Factions(Gangs):
Ruiz
Gvardia
EC Purple Saints
Answer All Questions.Current IG Name:SeskomCharacter Story(Must be Decent):Seskom was born at Los Santos, Grove Street.He grew up living hard life.He got dragged into gangs when he was 14,he and his friends started to steal from shops. Reaching age of 16 Seskom and his friends were walking around in Glen Park when few gangstas came to them and started to speak with them. Bigger guy said to them "Ayo Little dudes, ya guys wanna make something out of yourselves?". Seskom wasn't really rich so he said to them "Hell yeah what we gotta do?". The guys took Seskom inside their crib and handed him some bags. Seskom looked suprised and asked them "Ayo dudes what is that shit?".Two guys went to him and said "Look, as you wanted to make something out of yourself your working with us now. You gonna deal that shit and give money to us and we pay you some from it." Seskom nods and leaves the building. Next day on school he made $240 by selling the stuff. He kept doing that till there was a raid on school one day. Police came into class and police dog found drugs on Seskom. Next day Seskom was thrown out of school and his homies had to pay $18,000 to bail Seskom out cause Seskom's mother didint care about him.Seskom was sentenced to work as cleaner in Las Venturas cityhall for 1 month and he coudlnt leave Las Venturas. He got some cash for cleaning and when he moved back to Los Santos things were f**ked up. Seskom's mom died when the house was begin robbed on night 2 weeks after court of Seskom. Seskom had no friends left and nowhere to live. He used some of the money he earned from cleaning and rented room in Jefferson.Right now Seskom is jobless and dealing drugs on street again.Previous Characters(Names):[GSF]Seskom(Was my first gang)
[GVU]Seskom
[WS]Seskom
[AV]Seskom
Seskom_Cems
Seskom_Humasen
Seskom_Sicilian
Seskom_Stracci
[WWR]Seskom
[WWRG]Seskom
Cochee_Tahmen
Daifery_Meneso
Snowman
GunmanPrevious Factions(Gangs):[GSF](I was in it like 4-7 times i rebuilded it myself 3 times)
[GVU]
[WS]
[AV]
Cems
Sicilian
Stracci
Willofield G's
Crips
Kerr's Mafia(It was Kerr's mafia or something i cant remeber the name I just remeber he was the leader)
(erm i think thats all, i was also hanging with ECPS before it got closed down, i know its many gangs and many names but i been here for 3 years so yeah. Also i aint best at writing story's)
I love to see the EC re-opened again, good luck, Rusty!
Name: Mike Cohen (Seskom)
Streetname: Fat Tony
Origin: Grove Street,Los Santos,USA (United States of Argonath)
Born: 1988,August 5th
Rank: OG
EC Purple SaintsCurrent IG Name:JupZ
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ICharacter Story(Must be Decent):
It was a cold november morning in the Grove:
I was kicking it back with my homie Sacha and a botle of rum,
sacha was a little guy with big words and great actions.
We was intendet to roll to the gas station to meet up with some fakers calling themselfs ''gangsta''
at the midday we was chillin in hoots n' hooters ( pig pen ) where sacha met this little bald dude,
we started testing him and he did well.
4 weeks later:
Me and sacha and Darryl was chillin in the mall,
we got caught up in a shoplifting and as we ran for the security some west coast azetecs came rollin'.
After a few moments of eyecontact they went to follow us home, the next morning i wake up and find sacha dead on the sidewalk.
I was furious seriously broken on the inside.
1 month later:
I met Seskom, he turned out to be my best friend at the time me and him was livin' in the grove.
We decided to became Grove Street Famelies. We went hard working in the illigal roots of the state,
we became big and dangerouse it was a fantastic rush. At that time i was young and did not see the danger.
3 years from then:
I was involved in a real killing accident, we was rollin' minding our bussiness till all of the sudden i recognice the azetac busta that murdered sacha, i instinctly take my clock from my waistband and smashed the azetec busta with it, after that them fools' jumpt me, me and the homies smackt the shit out of them, then i puld the trigger one at a time.
3 days later:
I was leaving LS because the cops was rollin' allot arround me,
i knew a black men like me would not survive the criminal system so i fled to liberty.
6 years later:
Now i am back!
The end.
Previous Characters(Names):
JupZ
[GSF]Jupz
JupZ_Sicillian
Twista
Twister
Twister_Monelli
Twister
Jupz
[B ]Jupz
JupZ
Previous Factions(Gangs):
GSF
Sicillian
Monellu
Piru bloods ( [B ] )
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Streetname:
Origin:
Born:
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Jupz weren't you in [TB] too? :D
Me (JJ) and Fat Tony robbed Chief Celeborn,(( Its not like sentence is 180 seconds IG))
we both got arrested and sentenced.
After that we went murder the Chief of Police.
(( Its not like sentence is 180 seconds IG))
Chea' we broke out of jail and capped his ass.
Lol i remember when you guys tryed to rob me and farmer dude (Al_Fathead) at GS9 :lol:. Very Nice RP and Good luck ;)