*Your full RP name:
Samaron Solonik
*Your RP nationality:
Russian
*Your RP age:
between 38 and 40
*Your RP background and story:
Samaron Solonik.
Date of birth Somewhere between 1974 and 1976
Born in Russia, there is not much to say about his childhood. The town he lived in was small and there was not much to do. His father wasn't around much for reasons unknown, but the times spend together where good. Time went by and life was good, Money was never an issue and arguments where rare, except between him and his brother.
At the age of 14 he finished school but did not care too much for work, The worth of money is something he never learned because there was always enough. He spend his days thinking and contemplating but never putting any plans to action, and that was the way he liked it. Untill the year 1998 Father had not been home for a full year. He was gone often for months at end but never a full year. Every time he asked his mother where father was the answer was a blank stare. All she could say is that he would be back some day.
Years went on and the food on the table got worse, there were no new cars or exotic trips, and it was about time that he left the house and started a family of his own, although he did not fully agree with that. The year was now 2002 and it became clear that the money was running out. The life that he lived now was far below him, no decent luxuries or even good food for that matter. It was time to get a job at the local railroads as that was the go to place for every starting worker in his town. He started work years later than the average person did. His mind was not shaped for a desk job and his body was not shaped for hard labour. When arriving at the rail yard he got some strange looks and grins, a boy with his physique did not belong in such a place.
He went to the employment office, just a small shack stuffed away in a corner of the yard. he walked in and straight to the front desk. An old man sat behind the desk and looked at him as if he was a poor little puppy caught out in the snow, "I would like a job working at the rail yard, anything is good enough." Solonik said. The old man looked at him and grinned, "I don't think you would fit in here son, your arms are too thin and your face is too clean." "But you don't understand." Solonik said, "I don't want a job, I need a job." The old man looked at him with the same look as before. "Ok, give me your name, age, address and qualifications and I'll see if I can do anything, But don't get your hopes up." "Samaron Solonik", that was all he had to say, the old man looked up from his paper, the look in his eyes chanced. "You're Soloniks kid?" he asked...
The next day he got a job as the personal assistant of the manager. He did not really care for the reasons why he got the job, it paid well and it was an easy job so no reason to ask questions. Another two years went by running menial errands for mister Golov. Getting lunch, planning meetings nothing really special, until June the 7th 2004. The day started as always, checking administration, handling employee complaints the usual. But that afternoon mister Golov stepped into Soloniks office. "Have you ever fired a gun?" he asked. "What a strange question to ask." Solonik replied. "But yes I have, when I was a little kid me and my father practiced together." "Are you a good shot?" Golov asked. "Good enough to hit anything that doesn't move too much." Solonik replied knowing that he was about the worst shot in the town. "Good" Golov took out a small revolver from his jacket and put it down on Soloniks desk. "Put that in your pocket and come with me." Solonik sat there looking at the gun. He replied, "What the hell do you think I am? A puppet that you can order around?" Solonik picked up the gun and checked if it was loaded, "Now first you tell me why I need this gun and where we are going." Solonik could see that Golov was surprised by his reaction. Solonik had done everything Golov asked of him for years without ever protesting, this side of Solonik was new to him. To be honest this side of Solonik was also new to himself, he felt enraged, being ordered around was no problem for him but only if everything was clear. The idea of being used as a puppet in someone else's game angered him he felt his blood pumping in his veins, and if Golov would have said anything wrong at this point so help him he would have put a bullet trough that ugly face of his. Golov's always confident stature broke down a bit. "We are going to have a meeting with some people. It is going to be close to the army factory, they are not the best of people the gun is for your own protection, I promise." Golov seemed sincere. "Ok" Solonik said, He felt that the rage had left his body almost instantly," thank you for that clear explanation mister Golov lets go."
The road to the meeting place was silent, not a word was said and Solonik liked it like that. The silence made him think of the easy times, when he could sit alone and think all day long without anyone disturbing him. They arrived at a small house near to the factory, the factory produced small tanks for the army's infantry divisions. Solonik could define every type of tank just by the sound of their engine because all the distribution of the tanks was done by their rail yard. This house where they arrived was probably a workers home. It was small and grey with a long driveway and no plants what so ever. Golov made his driver park on the driveway as close as possible to the house. Golov stepped out the car and Solonik followed him, Golov knocked on the door, the door opened. In the doorway stood a small man, so slim that it looked as if he could buckle under his own tiny weight. "Finally I thought you wouldn't show up Golov." They walked into the house and sat down at the dining table. "Who is this?" The slim man asked, pointing to Solonik. "This is my assistant, that is all you need to know. What you can say to me you can say to him." Golov said. The slim man looked at Solonik Sizing him up, and then he started talking "Well then, let's get to the point, we know you found our drugs on the tanks and we know you took it. We want to make an arrangement." Golov nodded, "We might be able to arrange something, I have an offer. " Golov said. "You pay me ten thousand dollars U.S. a month in cash and we'll keep our eyes closed to your smuggling". The slim man smiled, "that is a good deal for both of us we could..." Solonik interrupted the man. "What kind of drugs and how much do you smuggle on the tanks?" he asked. The slim man looked at Golov and Golov in his turn looked at Solonik. "Well... speed and about ten thousand pills each week" the slim man said. "Then there is no deal for ten thousand each month." Solonik replied. "Make it thirty thousand each week and then we can do it." "No no no." The slim man replied "That is way too much we can't do that". Solonik leaned forward getting closer to the slim man. "Why? is that to much?" he asked. The slim man grinned a little "Well mister kingpin, we ship about ten thousand pills each week, of which we make about eighty to a hundred thousand dollars U.S. If we give you thirty thousand we effectively half our profits with production costs and what not." "Who are we?" Solonik asked. "That is none of your concern." The slim man replied. Solonik felt his anger rising up again, " How dare you say that it is none of my concern? I have to look over this I have to close my eyes for you so you can make money. If something goes I want you to hang and not me, and if it does go wrong I want to know who to hang. It is most definitely my concern". The face of the slim man turned from a grin to anger. "I don't think we could do business I would like for you to leave." Solonik felt his face getting warm with anger. "You listen up you junky rat! You will pay me and you will continue shipping!". Golov looked up at Solonik who was now standing up at the table shouting at the slim man "Samaron maybe we should go" Golov said.
Solonik reached into his pocket, pulled out the revolver and aimed it at the slim man. "You dare to disrespect me like this! You try to make money over my back and have me be the target if everything fails! I should shoot your junky no good rat ass right here cut off your head and send it to your mother!" Right at that moment a side door swung open two man came rushing out, Solonik pointed the gun at the door and fired five shots. He hit the first man running out, the bullet shattered the man's shoulder blood spat out of the wound hitting the wall and the second attacker. The second attacker came at Solonik with a aluminium baseball bat, Solonik raised his arms to block the attack he felt the bone in his left arm shatter as the bat hit him with full force. Golov got up and stumbled to the front door trying to make his escape. Solonik was down on the ground getting pounded with the bat. Solonik held the revolver in his left hand when he fired the shot, it fell on the ground when he got hit. As luck would have it he could see the gun lying on the floor sticking out from under a side table, he fumbled out with his right hand and picked up the gun and quickly aimed it at the head of the man attacking him. A soft bang followed, a shower of blood and brains filled the air and as if in slow-motion it rained down on the slim man still sitting at the table. The attacker still holding the bat fell over backwards hitting the dinner table with what remained of his head, the distinct sound of a cracking skull filled the room and the bat fell on the dining table. Solonik got up and saw a cane standing in the corner near the door. The slim man sitting at the table did not stand up, nor did he pull a gun. he was hanging over the table trying to reach the baseball bat sliding his fingers trough the blood and brain mixture of his former accomplice. Solonik walked slowly to the corner near the door, Golav was blocking his way. He stood over the sobbing Golov and asked him, "Could you hand me the cane... please". Golov without question picked up the cane with trembling fingers and handed it over to Solonik. It was a beautiful wooden cane, with a metal spike on the bottom, probably for walking in the mountains. "Could be Swiss made" Solonik said. He walked up to the dinner table to sit down in the blood covered chair he sat in moments ago. "So do we have a deal?" he asked the slim man who was still trying to grab the blood covered bat, his torso lying flat on the table. The slim man stopped... he looked up at Solonik while still laying down on the table, "Fuck you" was all he could say. Solonik stood up using the cane, and with his right hand he raised it in the air. With a shout the cane came crashing down metal point first on the neck of the slim man. Solonik could feel the cane slide past the man's spine and right through his oesophagus and windpipe coming to a stop buried about three centimetres in to the table. Blood bubbled out of the hole in the man's neck accompanied by a comical squeaky sound every time he tried to breath. Solonik sat down again, the slim man stopped breathing after about a minute. then he got up, "mister Golov I think it is time to go". Solonik had never felt more alive than he did that day, walking out of the house he felt a tranquillity coming over him as never before.
Two days after the events Solonik got a phone call. It was the man he shot in the shoulder. It was a pleasant call with clear details, just how Solonik liked it. He met up with the man a month later at the same house. His name was Yuri, To Soloniks surprise the smuggling group consisted of only the three man who where at the house the month before. The house was spotlessly clean and there were no news reports about anything going on at the house or people missing. Yuri came right to the point when Solonik arrived, Strictly business was the topic of the conversation. He would like for Solonik to arrange the transportation of the speed any way he liked, fifty-fifty. Solonik agreed and explained that he would place the drugs himself the tanks at the rail yard where under his supervision, because he was the controller after all.
The cooperation between Yuri and Samaron was good, not a single snag or problem, everything went smoothly and money was coming in bulk. Gorov also quit his job by jumping in front of a train, so the position of manager was open to Solonik even giving him a chance to launder some of his hard smuggled money. This went on for 3 long years filled with wealth and plenty, but all good things come to an end as they say. Yuri's speed lab got discovered and he got arrested and as always trouble never comes alone. Solonik saw himself forced to leave the country as the police was closing in on him the tank smuggling was already detected so it wouldn't be long until they pointed the finger at him. He took all his money and booked a private flight to Switzerland where he opened an account, depositing all his money and giving full access rights to his mother. from there he continued his flight to Argonath, the land of opportunity.
[There are 7 more years of events to the background story of this character, these stories are formed on the SA:MP Argonath server, but I'll spare you that because the story is already long enough. It mostly consists of starting criminal groups, making money and then shipping the money back to Switzerland and dropping it in the account there and then starting all over again.]
Now after seven years in Agonath Solonik decided to take it slow, driving a cab most of the time. Approaching the age of 40 time has been catching up with him rapidly, his hair already turning grey and his body not at peak physical condition to say the least. But taking it slow can only be maintained for so long. Solonik couldn't manage not to dabble a bit in the drug world, mostly weed. He is looking for business partners to ship it with.
*Your MTA:SA activity (shown by using /activity in-game):
17.33 hours
*Your ban record (every ArgonathRPG server):
One time by GiacJr, Ruled as an invalid ban.
*Your previous groups and reasons for leaving them:
MBM: the group stopped.
Corleone Mafia: Inside war breaking up the mafia in two groups.
Solonik Brotherhood: Do not have time to manage it, still keeping the name reserved so it did not really stop but it's more of a one man show, hope that is not a problem.
*Reason for joining us:
I've seen your players in-game, the way they interacted out of character as well as in character struck me as friendly and most of all professional. I'm thinking your RP could be of a high standard and I would love to be a part of that. Oh yes and selling dope that's also a big thing.
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