-Roleplaying Character Advanced Profiles-

[Fatboy_Rob]

Well, ive seen other "RP Character topics" and some are for Gangs, i will start one that accepts all RP characters, no matter how many lives you play

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[b]In-game name:[/b]
 [b]Physical Features:[/b]
 [b]Age:[/b]
 [b]Orientation:[/b]
 [b]Religion:[/b]
 [b]Where you grew up:[/b]
 [b]Job(s):[/b]
 [b]Your story:[/b]

Mine:

In-game name: [TCL]Hayden / Hayden_Legacy
 Physical Features: 6,4 Average
 Age: 18
 Orientation: Bisexual
 Religion: None
 Where you grew up: Different hotels in Vice City, as my parents were business men & women
 Job(s): Crimson attire, Crimson Taxi Service, Crimson Fried Chicken, and various other jobs
 Your story: Hayden_Legacy([TCL]Hayden) Grew up in vice city in 1988, he never lived in one certain place, as his parents were always moving around town, because they were business men & women. All went fine, school was decent, life was good, until his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and Hayden was Depressed for a long long time, his school work slipped, his grades dropped, he didnt care about anyone but his mother, not even himself. when he was 16 he dropped out of VCHS(Vice City Highschool) and began to gather up money, to pay for his mothers steadily multiplying hospital bills, and to keep the hotel bills payed, and to have food & stuff for his family, his Father still worked, but it wasent enough.

At age 17, Hayden's mother died, because the cancer spread too far for doctors to be able to heal it. This news, and his mothers passing, blew Hayden away, he cryed for days, he was in sorrow for months, same with his father.  One day, he walked up to an Ammunation in south Vice City, he had tryed to purchase a gun, a gun, to end his misery and sorrow. The dealer denied it, and sent him out.  he walked out with his head down, tears rolling down his cheek. He went to the top of a hotel around the Ocean beach hotel, and stood there for several minutes, the minutes turned into hours. Sitting there Crying, mourning, wanting his mother back, he decided, he will jump.

Hayden Looked towards the sky, and said to god "Why god, Why did you have to let this happen? Why did she have to die? Why her, and not me!".
Hayden Climbed up and over the railing, leaned back, and let the last breeze he will ever feel blow on his face and all over his body, he inhaled deeply.

"Here we go... Mom, i will see you soon. I love you" he whispered to himself.
He let go of the railing, walking forward a few steps, spread his arms as if he will fly away from this all, and never to return.

He stands there for a few minutes, head back, smiling.
Smiling, cause, he will be with his mother very soon, and he will be happy...

2 very short steps away from the ledge, a Guy spots him coming from the pool bathroom(pool on roof) and, the guy, doesnt think. He knows what will happen. He Reacts.
The guy can hear him weeping in misery and pain from a distance, he sprints to Hayden, jumping the railing, As Hayden walked forward, 1 foot off the ledge, arms spread, head back, crying, smiling. The guy grabs his Jacket and pulls him back on the ground saving his life.

The guy talks with Hayden at the rooftop pool, and hayden explains 1 year of pain and suffering with his mother's disease, and everything that happend, to make him want to commit suicide.

The guy then offered Hayden to stay with him at his house in Starfish island, for his saftey, no charge, nothing.
Hayden agree's. 3 Months pass, Hayden is still depressed, but it is not that bad anymore, The two go out to Dinner, to try and forget about alot of stuff that happend, but, ever since a couple weeks ago, Hayden has been having very strange feelings around The guy, Hayden didnt know what to think of it at the time, he knew what he felt, but he kept it to himself for a while...
The guy had been counciling him every two days, and everytime he wanted to talk about anything, and they knew alot abuot each other through the counciling.
So, they were at the table eating, Hayden and the guy were just about to get done eating and about to recive the check.

it was just about after sunset, the sky was twinkling with stars, the horizon was a firery orange, it was....Romantic.
Hayden looked at the guy, the guy was staring at the horizon, Hayden whisperd "Hey, look..."
The guy looked over into Haydens eye's, Hayden moved over to the guy, and kissed him.
Thats when Hayden knew his true feelings for the guy, and knew what he was inside.

Hayden continued to live with the guy for some months, then decided to move out, they both decided that its the best choice.
Hayden moved to San Andreas, to get away from Vice City, as far as he could...
he now works around san andreas, doing various part time jobs, and he now owns a clothing store in north Las Venturas named Crimson Attire, and he lives in Northern Los Santos in Jefferson Hotel, in Room 11.

Recently, he met a guy, and they hung out for the day and went to Dinner & a bar afterwards. Hayden got that feeling again...

This is my story.
Hayden_Legacy: my name.
Posted on: November 20, 2007, 01:01:27 AMJust come here, and post about your character(s) that you play, all are welcome and no discrimination

[Anto]

this is very good, i will post as soon as i get a chance...

[Fatboy_Rob]

i will probably update my story soon, after this big ev

after this event happens

-Hayden

[ODSTHelljumper89]

In-game name: Bryant_Corleone
 Physical Features: 5,6 and 145 pounds. Wears a suit, has pale skin, medium length brown hair, Hazel eyes
 Age: 34
 Orientation: straight
 Religion: Christan
 Where you grew up: Liberty City
 Job(s): Corleone Family member
 Your story:  Bryant grew up in Liberty City on Portland Island in the bad areas of the mafia. Born 1957 to a some what middle class family with the name of Bryant Slaughter, no siblings. Bryant's life changed the day he found out that his parents were killed in a bank robbery by the Diablo gang, he was 19 at the time. Bryant vowed revenge on the Diablos, and seeked out the mafia by doing jobs on his own to attract attention. After a couple of his own bank robberies, the Leone pursued Bryant and asked if he wanted into the Leone Mafia.

 Of course it was Bryants intention to join the mafia, it was his only ticket to the revenge he craved. After being sworn into the Leone family and taking the name of Bryant Leone, Bryant was one step closer. Being a driver for the Leone Mafia was a piece of cake and even got some money out of it. After 2 years Bryant was promoted to a low soldier,it was 1978 now, 21 years of age and already a cold blooded killer. Bryant got his first revenge when he was ordered into Diablo territory to take over a gambling racket that was popular.

 Bryant brought 3 men all equipped with 9mm pistols into the Diablo gambling racket, Bryant saw some men behind a counter and ordered his men to start shooting. Bryant shot and killed 5 Diablos that night, it was very successful.. Seven years later, Bryant became a made man, he was untouchable. He was a friend of ours, to the Leone Crime Family. Four years later, he became a captain and could lead 10 men, but that was as high as Bryant ever got. It was later learned by the Leone family that Bryant had just wanted to join the Leones to kill Diablos and that he wasn't 100 percent Italian, only 20 percent in fact.

 1989, Bryant at the age of 32 was confronted by Don Salvatore Leone and asked if this was true. Bryant said yes and shot Salvatore Leone in the arm and busted out of the Leone mansion. Out on street, on the run for his life, even his own crew was after him, he could trust no one. Bryant gathered all of his cash and important things and made a run for it to the Liberty City Airport. Once he got there, he spotted his old crew.

 Bryant hid into the groups of people walking into the Airport, and got passed the Leones. Once inside the Airport, Bryant had a choice to make, it was either Vice City or San Andreas. Bryant had heard that Vice City had been shit from all the violence there, and Tommy Vercetti had taken over, he was involved with the Leones and it was not safe there. Only real choice was San Andreas, a place of gangs and a higher mafia. Bryant bought a ticket to San Andreas to start a ''new life''.

 Bryant decided to enter Las Venturas, it had all the sin and fun Bryant had not have tried back in Liberty City. After landing and renting at the ALS hotel, he saw much more mafias were here in San Andreas and it was dangerous not to join one. The Corleones, have been here the longest and didn't care for the Leone family much so when Bryant had said he was a rank of Captain there, Corleones wanted him. Bryant agreed to join the Corleone family hoping to get bigger then he did in Leones. Bryant started out as a driver and had a code name of Hell. After 2 years of hard work it was 1991, and Bryant was 34 years old.

 The don of Corleones, Daniel_Corleone promoted Bryant to the Corleone Drugs CO. Bryant didn't like drugs much and decided to quit it to become a Corleone Protection. Bryant took the name of Bryant_Corelone and is a trusted member of the Corleone family. The Goverment has released new advancements on San Andreas, and Bryant liked them very much.

[Fatboy_Rob]

Alright Hell, nice story, also, its sucks, taht xfire doesnt track your recent gaming time, mine would be So high...

[ODSTHelljumper89]

it matters if u had xfire running all the hours u played.. I have had xfire since January.. so I have much more hours. I have a total of 1,192 hours gaming. I am surprised Hayden that you can even play CSS with your current system.. wow.

[Fatboy_Rob]

hhaa, yea, CS runs pretty Decent, but when theres a huge group of guys, all shooting & nading, i cant play, but i play on low texture servers too.

[ODSTHelljumper89]

 I don't like to play games unless I can get a constant 30-80 FPS, in CSS I can get 30-50 FPS but it dips to 20 FPS at times and I dont like.

[RobbyMeister]

In-game name: RobbyMeister
 Physical Features: 1,78 cm tall, 120 kg heavy. Have short dreadlocks and wears a white tank top and shorts.
 Age: 28.
 Orientation: Heterosexual.
 Religion: Half rastafarian, half atheist.
 Where you grew up: In the slums of Vice City.
 Job(s): Former taxi driver, now unemployeed.
 Your story: (I'm telling mine in a third person perspective)

RobbyMeister grew up in the slums of Vice City, with an American father and a Cuban mother. His father was a Vietnam veteran, and his mother tried her best to rase her only child. Robby ate alot of snacks, drank alot of beer and smoked alot cigarettes and weed in his teen years, therefor his weight, and hung around with naughty kids and made the life almost not worth to live for the rich citizens of Starfish Island.

Robby's mother thought that he was going to far, and sent him to military school in Bone County, San Andreas, right across the country in his age of 16. When Robby finished military school he refused to travel back home to Vice City because he was so angry with his mother and father. He broke all the contact with them, got a job as a taxi driver, and bought a cheap apartment in East Los Santos. He started his popular business Fatman Cabs and earned a small fortune.

One day when he retruned back home from driving the last passenger of the night, from Los Santos International Airport to Rodeo Drive, he noticed something terrible. His apartment was on fire. When he arrived there was three fire trucks and alot of firemen trying to kill the fire. Pedestrians was standing on the street and watching. Robby didn't get much cash from the insurance company, so he had nothing to do but checking in at Jefferson Motel in Jefferson, Los Santos.

Fatman Cabs started to lose its popularity because of various other new, cheaper taxi companies and illegal drivers. He couldn't afford to lower the price, and Fatman Cabs went from a profit to an expense. Only a couple of weeks later he sold Fatman Cabs and saved the money so he could afford food, the motel bill, beer and weed.

Nowadays he lives in his car or is staying at friends' places. He's still driving taxi sometimes, now illegal though, selling weed, cleaning garages and other bad payed part time jobs. But after all, he is RobbyMeister, and RobbyMeister always got a new business idea.

That's my story.

[BlackBird]

 In-game name:Darius "Dark" Pheonix
 Physical Features:
 Age:23
 Orientation:Straight
 Religion:Aethiest
 Where you grew up:Vinewood 10 years, Las venturas 5 Years, Unknown 6 years, Current residence in Los Santos Graveyard
 Job(s): Transporter, Founder of HIM Crew
 Your story: 

Police Record

a former military helicopter pilot and SAS trooper. His military background includes operations "in and out of" Lebanon, Syria, and London. He retires from this after becoming disillusioned with his job, and puts his skills to use as a black market courier. Entering the film franchise, Darius has already established a good reputation in his line of work. Although maintaining an apparently legitimate life. through his military background, Darius is portrayed as having an expertise with explosives, surveilance, hand to hand combat and evasive driving. Emphasis is given to his skills as an accomplished driver, able to conduct seemingly impossible maneuvers while retaining perfect control of his vehicle. Darius often engages in hand-to-hand combat, having to imprvise using unconventional weapons against his opponents, who are normally superior in number. Darius is also an accomplished marksman with a pistol. Darius has so far been seen to prefer Imported Cars owner and User of a 1992 Jester.

Darius is a known adrenaline junkie, using any chance he gets to boost his excitement in life. he founded the HIM crew who perform crazy, and dagerous stunts without and harness's or wires. it is also assumed that he chooses his Line of work based upon this. to the untrained eye Darius leads a eventful but lawful life, always performing stunts, and the owner of a bar located in Bone County near a secret military installment. Darius is assumed to have 2 alias's but unsure we know he goes by Darius "Dark" Pheonix but we are unsure of his other alias at this time, we assume that this alias is the one who uses to carry out his normal law abiding life

Officer Frank Martin
LVPD Officer

[Trobby888]

 In-game name:[TCL]Trobby / TrobbiFredi
 Physical Features:
 Age:23
 Orientation:Straight
 Religion:Aethiest
 Where you grew up:Ocean beach (Vice city)
 Job(s): Drug dealer
 Your story: 

Growing up in Vice city, Trobbi was originally a high class citizen who attended the best high school in Vice city (Just pretend there's a school there  ). Though she has no siblings, she had many good friends and had a god life. Unfortunately, her father was encouraged by a bad friend at work to become a secret mafian working for Diaz and never told his wife about this. He was convined and in 1983, he joined the mafia. When Trobbi was 17, Diaz was killed by Tommy Vercetti or Lance Vance, and the father, being one of diaz's loyals, was forced to run. The mother found out the truth and constantly fought over the father as she always hated mafians and gangs. They became divorced, but since the father was one of diaz's loyals, he was being chased by Tommy Vercetti. Aged 18, Trobbi finished her HSC and was granted to be in university. However, Tommy Vercetti finally noticed the mother as being the father's wife, hence came along and murdered him to "finish" off the father's wisdom.

Trobbi, managing to run away from Vercetti's scene of murder, lost her family and hence lost her chance to get into university. She fled and was forced to live in an abondaned shack in downtown. Being there, she lost her identity within vice city. She tried getting a job, however, it earned her little money, and she couldn't get back to her original rich life. Eventually, she made the decision of preparing a bank robbery. Trobbi decided to steal a gun from an officer by looking for a drunk officer at night, then taking the gun and the nightstick. In the meantime, she bought a mask which hid her true indentity at the bank. The next day she started the robbery. She made it to the bank safe, and used bags to get money. Unfortunately, the officer who had his guns stolen had reported this, and the cops predicted that a robbery was next, hence Trobbi's action after stealing the weapons was being watched. Though Trobbi knocked 3 officers unconscious while running away, she was eventually caught and was jailed for her offences.

5 years later, Trobbi serves all her jail sentences and decides to move to SA to find a better life. She hides in a large cargo ship containing food in order to get there. Nowadays, she depends completely on collecting heroin or growwing weed and then sell them to earn money. At the moment, she lives in the jefferson's hotel at LS and hopes to find a house to live in.

That's my story.

[Watti]

In-game name: Watti/Fred_Banks
Physical Features:Bum
Age:98
Orientation:Bum
Religion:Bumtian
Where you grew up:Front of Petey's House
Job(s):Bashing people for money
Your story:IM A BUM WHAT U THINK!!

[PMP]

In-game name:[NS]PiMP
 Physical Features:unknown
 Age:22
 Orientation:What? sexual? I'm straight(but sometimes I'm lesbian)
 Religion:none
 Where you grew up:Vice city
 Job(s):Drug dealer, vigilante(unofficial cop and SWAT)
 Your story:I grew up in Vice city, my father was a low life, my mommy runaway with her boyfriend to liberty city.
I started working as a cop, i worked as cop for a long time.

During this time I got in to the racing world, I signed up on IRL. I lost many friends to the drugs, dark and Cj. But that gave me even more will to be a cop, I want to bust all drug dealers, drugs stole my friends. I was going to bust all drug dealers. I used my excellent driving skills to beat them in IRL, make them fall from their nest.
But it wasn't enough, I wanted to be an official cop. I signed in on ARPD. I was being trained by my newest friend, tonysforza.
But anger grew inside of me. I could fell it during training, every time i killed a training suspect, i felt good inside.
I felt a mix of anger and satisfaction. To much emotions running on me.
I needed drugs. Yes, I turned a junkie.
I interrupted my ARPD training and left the force. The navy awaited me, drugs, m4's, POWER!!!!!!!

Time passed, i needed something more, there was something missing...you know what it was?
Thats right, racing. I needed to smell the bournouts, to feel the speed, police chasing me weren't good enough, I needed real competition.
So I started VCstreetracing team. Great races were made.

With this, I felt VC became to small for me. It was time to book a flight. A flight to SA.
Finally, drugs in SA were damm good, it was the paradise of drugdealers.
And had gorgeous girls =D
But there were cops everywhere, and they are corrupt bastards, not corrupt has in"gimme weed and i let you go", more like "your looking at me, you are under arrest!"
And other drug dealers did saw me with good eyes. They hatted me.

So I went back to VC.
But I found a new ViceCity(MP), all was different.
I now live between SA and VC, but mainly work in VC(MP).
I play double side, when I'm on duty I'm a fearless SWAT oficer. When I'm off duty I'm a drug dealer and professional kidnapper.
I look like this:

SA clothes, to get unnoticed on the streets. And my VCMP usual look.

hope you liked my story

[Maxy]

 In-game name: Maxy Solonik
 Physical Features: Average size, brown hair, white and black suite
 Age: 28
 Orientation: Straight
 Religion: Russian Orthodox
 Where you grew up: Moscow, Russia
 Job(s): Hired Assassin/ Hitman, Drug Trafficking, Loan Sharking, Extortion
 Your story: Born August 16, 1979, He was a normal boy in school. Native of Moscow with Russian as his mother tongue.

 He Learned English at an early age, and was always fascinated with weapons. When he was 13, he had stolen a handgun from a local gun store.

He became quite a good shot over time, and took part in several shooting competitions.

 One day on the way home, a well known Mafioso by the name of Alexander Alyabyev was being attacked by a gang of drug addicts wanting his money..

 He couldn't manage alone so Maxy shot two of them. Alexander's life was saved.

 He quickly became affiliated with big mobsters of the Bratva.

 Maxy was working as a hitman as early as the age of 17, with professional shooting and reliability, he quickly became quite known among the
 underground.

Until one day, when the cops rushed his apartment early in the morning, with the intent of sending him to the gulag.

Maxy quickly shot them down with non lethal shots, and made his escape for the United States of Argonath.

Here he found his Grandfather Ignazio in charge of the local Solonik Bratva.

Maxy almost instantly volunteered his hand to his Grandfather, and quickly they became a prominent part of the crime life in Los Santos, and Later Las Venturas.

Although when Maxy's Brother, Samaron was gunned down by a rival gang, Solonik took a major blow, and is still recovering.

[Alsatian]

In-game name: drib_Corleone
 Physical Features: Very Muscley, 6'5
 Age: 17
 Orientation: Straight
 Religion: None
 Where you grew up: Saints Row, Stillwater City
 Job(s): Corleone Member
 Your story:
1996, Stillwater City, "drib" (real name unknown) Living of scraps, he nether knew he's family and his mate took him in before he was killed in a gang war between Stillwaters Gangs, Los Carnales, Vice Kings and the Westside Rollerz. he has lived in refugee home for years, and this is the day his life changed....Saints row, drib was walking along minding his own buisness, before Westside Rollerz and Vice Kings began too fight eachother, Los Carnales performed a drive by, one guy survived and shot the car, he had drib at gunpoint until a man by the name of Julius capped the guy in the head, drib was saved, Julius Had formed a Gang, the 3rd Street Saints to Clear out his and his boys home of Saints row District, He Was with His O.G Troy, They was in a rush to leave, but Julius saw something in drib, drib was put onn a trial, he had to defend himself for 3 mins against 3 saints row wanabees, and he did so very well, he had now became a member of saints row, he was offered a house, he took it, it  wasnt much, but it was something he could call home.

1997, drib's life was going swell, he was a saints O.G, lots of money, and a key target for the other gangs. drib got a phone call, the caller addresed himself as a relative of dribs, the only one left, drib was amazed, he yet still could have family, the caller was in San andreas, and wished to meet drib.
so drib said his laters to his crew and headed for SA

San Andreas, The caller was supposeldy waiting for drib at the airport, but it was a Los carnales trap, they drive byed drib, he took cover, they got out the car, until 3 men in black suits took the LC men out, these men were Corleone Soldiers, Corleone are a powerful Mafia in SA, The men took drib to their leader, daniel corleone. Like Julius, daniel saw something in drib what was unexplainable, he was recruited into CM and now adays drib Lives in Los santos, has a nice car, rents a lovely room in Jefferson, and has a really nice sports car, drib didnt feel alone anymore, he felt as if he was cared and protected, and he's out to make a name for CM, and at any risk!