Character Stories

[Carhartt]

I know that there was such a topic a few months ago, but I think a lot of us changed their RP characters, developed something new so I thought a clean new topic might be good.

Just post the story of your RP character here, I am sure it will be kind of interesting to read the stories of other people.

[Carhartt]

Curtis  »Lil' Mac« Hale



Curtis Hale was born in Idlewood, Los Santos in 1985.
He grew up in poverty in a small ghetto of Los Santos, the pure mud. His young mother Jenn, which was 21 at that time couldn't bestow consideration upon Curtis.
She had to spend her whole day in some cheap brothel in East Los Santos, dancing for divorced guys who were treating her like dirt.
After a few months she couldn't handle it anymore and became depressive, Jenn did drugs and fell into a hole of debts.
She wasn't able to pay her local dealers anymore, one day she disappeared, nobody ever heard something of her again.
Curtis' Dad, Samuel, was unemployed, he didn't give a shit about his wife, but he loved his son Curtis even more.
They spent their spare time after school for hours at a small lake in the Countryside, near Blueberry, fishing and talking about problems and stuff.
You could say his Dad gave Curtis the attention he needed.
Curtis inherited the fascination for cars his father had, his greatest desire was to own an Impala one day, cruising through Idlewood.


Curtis was fourteen when he bought his first firearm, a Glock 19.
He often hang with friends around the Idlewood slums, drinking, beating up members of rival gangs or selling drugs to get one step closer to his dream, an Impala.
One of his first homies was Shawn Hale, an afro-american, just like Curtis.
They used to sell any kind of drugs next to the Well Stacked Pizza Restaurant.


One rainy day two black guys, dressed in red came to Curtis' house, they broke the door and beat the crap out of his dad Samuel.
Curtis knew that his dad was involved in some Crip gang which had their hood near Glen Park.
The two Bloods took out a knife and rammed their jack-knives over and over again into Samuel's stomach.
Curtis, who heard his death cries untucked his Mac 10 from his shirt, rushed into the kitchen and sieved one of the attackers with bullets until he cracked.
The other Blood member who threw up 187 tried to finish off Curtis, but he failed and Curtis killed him with bare hands.


Curtis homies gave him the streetname "Lil' Mac" due to the final shootout in his Dad's kitchen.


Five years later he is still with his old friends, selling drugs, making trouble, trying to survive in the slums of Los Santos.
Lil' Mac is still working, but now he has 2 more goals he wants to reach.


Buying his beloved Impala, retaliating the death of his father and finding a gang he fits in.


The story goes on ...

[Celtic Corpse]

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.

[Iceboy]

Shawn Hale
»Lil'Hale«

Originally created for Crips purpose

Shawn Hale was born the 19th of February 1987. He was born at Jefferson Hospital, but due to some issues during the birth, his mother - Natalie Hale - died from inner bleedings after giving birth.
By a miracle Shawn was born as a healthy baby, nothing was wrong with him at all, however the fact of having a mom he never got to know, never got to see. It was a big pain he had to live with everyday.

Shawn and his dad, Benjamin Hale, lived in a small house in Jefferson, they only just had enough money for living with just enough food, and a few clothes.
Shawn went to a regular school in Jefferson, he used a lot of time with his two cousins Clement and Jamal.

One day when Shawn came home from school, he went in through the door and saw blood on the floor. He was shocked and felt the fear looming over him.
He walked up the stairs, he felt the adrenaline rushing around his body and his heart beating faster than ever.
“Hello, is anyone here?” he said. No answer, not as much as a sound anywhere, all he could hear was the wind through the bushes and trees outside.
He was terrified but continued walking up the stairs.
He came up, looked around. He slowly walked towards the first door and opened it careful and slow, his heart started beating even more, like a locomotive going at it’s top speed.
He got a huge shock as he saw his dad lying on the floor. There was blood all over the room, and on the wall it said “Don’t mess with the Bloods”
The tears were falling down his cheeks as he grabbed the phone and called 911. His dad had been murdered, and he had no clue why. All he knew was that it was a brutal murder done by the Bloods.

2 years later

Shawn was now 13 years old and living with his aunt in Ganton, he had moved away from all his friends, and he had no parents.
Ever since the death of his dad, he had been at his room all the time. He dropped out of school and never spoke to anyone except his aunt.
Every week he visited his dad’s grave, looking up in the sky with tears falling down his cheeks, asking himself “why would they do something like that to him?”. His hatred of Bloods had become bigger and bigger as years went by, and every day that passed by, he used in his room making raps about how much he hated Bloods and how miserable his life was.

One day Shawn decided to go out. He met some rappers and spoke with them, did some rapping with them.
Everyday at night he met up with them, did some rapping and spoke with them about everything that had happened. He joined a Crip gang and got involved in criminality. They did some drug dealing, weapon dealing, gangwars and other criminal stuff that would get them some cash.

Around 6 years later

Shawn still lived with his aunt who was getting old and couldn’t take care of him nomore.
He earned money by working with the Crips. He did some robberies, dealing and stuff, anything he would get paid for. This is what he had done for the past 7 years to survive.

One day he drove out with 2 of his gang homies, to do some dealing.
On the way they met some Bloods. Shawn got out of the Savanna and pulled out his Glock. He popped one of the tires on the Bloods’ Tahoma and quickly took cover behind the Savanna.
There were 5 Bloods coming out of the Tahoma, they all pulled out their Mac’s and started shooting towards the Savanna.
The rest of the Crips jumped out of the Savanna, took cover behind it and pulled their Glock’s.
It ended in an open fire war between the 2 gangs. Bloods vs Crips.
Shawn felt the adrenaline pumping as he was sitting behind the Savanna with bullets flying around him.
He looked up, aimed and pulled the trigger twice. He hit one of the Bloods, one bullet in the shoulder, the second bullet in the head.
The Blood gangmember fell to the ground and blood was all over the road. All of the Bloods fired Mac bullets towards the Savanna, and they hit one of the Crips.
The Crip fell to the ground with Shawn and his friend looking at it, he was all covered in blood and his eyes closed slowly.
Shawn felt the hatred of the Bloods coming to his head and he turned around and sprayed out random bullets towards the Tahoma.
He hit one of the Bloods, and the guy fell to the ground, screaming out, and died right away.
The war continued but suddenly Shawn’s friend was hit by a bullet in the chest.
He looked up at Shawn with a painfull look in his eyes as he fell to the ground and was lying on the road, his eyes slowly closed while looking at Shawn.
Shawn was now alone against 3 Bloods still firing at the Savanna. He had a flashback of his dad lying on the floor, covered in blood and murdered by the Bloods.
The 3 Bloods were running towards Shawn. He sprayed a few bullets after them but hit noone.
They got to the Savanna and knocked him on the ground, kicked his gun away. They were aiming their Mac’s at him. He felt fear coming to him again, and just as he thought all hope was out a car came around the corner.
There were 3 men in the car, all wearing Crip gangclothes. One of the passengers pulled out his Mac and drivebyed 2 of the Bloods.
The last Blood gangmember took cover behind the Savanna. Shawn was still on the ground, dizzy and affraid.
All the Crips went out the car and surrounded the Blood gangmember, one of them held his Glock against the Blood. Shawn heard the sound of a gunshot, and saw the Blood gangmember falling to the ground.
The Crips walked to Shawn and helped him up. One of them looked him in the face “Shawn?” he said. Shawn nodded and looked deep into the Crips eyes and recognized the face “Clement?” he said, with a big smile on his face.
The next second they gave each other a hug and Shawn realised his cousin Clement had helped him against the Bloods.

Shawn and Clement used a lot of time talking and catching up on everything that happened every since Shawn moved away from Jefferson.

2 years later

Shawn was now a part of Clement’s gang and lived in a house in Jefferson with all the gangmembers.
Clement had told Shawn about how the Bloods killed his brother (Shawn’s other cousin) Jamal, and that he also hated the Bloods and therefore joined the Crips.
Everyday Shawn and Clement worked together in the gang. They still worked to get cash for food and living. They were happy they had found each other again, as they had both been through some tough times. Both Shawn and Clement’s biggest wish was to get revenge against the Bloods.

[stof]

Stoff

Stoff was brought up in a family called Barzini, when he reached the age of Eighteen he accepted a job as Hitman and he was highly wanted for killing the worlds most valuable man. Stoff made a fotune in drugs money and he bought his first house at Glen park, he lived there for around 2 years but then the police raided his house and found an illegal Drug plantation process. While the Police were searching Stoff made a break for it and Drove his Huntley to Richman Los Santos, he found a house that was for sale and decided he was going to save up for it. Stoff then took the next plane to Las Venturas and met a man called Jcstodds and he offered him a room at the Visage 5 star hotel for only $100 a day, Stoff Accepted it. Stof started to run a Drug business for Barzini in Las Venturas and he hired a helicopter and went off to the Heroin ship and made a deal with other mafia men. Stof eventually got enough money for the househe flew back to Los Santos as soon as he could and purchased his new house in Richman.

That week when his father the Don of Barzini was on his way to have dinner with Stof his Father was stopped by a member for another mafia he was shot three times in the head and 5 times in the chest. He was buried the day after at the Graveyard in the Los Santos Rodeo. The Barzini mafia then went down and Stof got himself a new job as a limo driver which required no drug dealing. Stof decided to sell his home for a mansion in Las venturas, and a nightclub there. He now lives in that mansion and is no longer corrupt and is just a friendly limo driver. He lives with his mother Maria, and also lives with Best mate Austin .

That was the Story of Stof xD

[Chill]

I know that there was such a topic a few months ago, but I think a lot of us changed their RP characters, developed something new so I thought a clean new topic might be good.

Just post the story of your RP character here, I am sure it will be kind of interesting to read the stories of other people.

Yeah I made that character topic in SAMP General a while ago, went to sleep after a month though, there was a huge discussion about someone copyrighting my idea so noone could use it for their topics, I never really liked it as character stories is for everyone to know about others RP characters and how to react after their RP characters personality, that's why I think personality is more important than the past, but hey that's just me. (I'll go and see if I can find my character story.)

[The_Wolf]

Ivan (Vanya)  Belov.
Also known as Ivan Corleone on the streets of San Andreas.

Vanya Belov has been borned in the city of Krasnodar, Russia. He has been living in a rich russian family, his father (Sasha Belov) has been a respected mobster among the russian mafia spheres. Ivan has been raised only by his mother and not by his father, Sasha. He only trusted his brother Aleksej and nobody else. His mother had given Ivan and Aleksej everything they wanted - money, attention, clothes, power. Vanya went to a russian high-school with his brother and they finished it.
When they got out of high-school, they were already one of the most respected people in Krasnodar. They had the power and respect in people's eyes, they had built an empire in Russia, which almost noone could ruin.

One day, Ivan's father returned to Krasnodar with his 'soldiers'. Sasha attempted to assasinate his sons and almost succeeded. Ivan and Aleksej had all their trusted men killed and their money taken away. They only had money to go to the United States of Argonath, the country of possibilites and the 'Illegal Paradise'.

On the age 29, Ivan and his brother took a plane from Moskow and went to Los Santos, U.S.A. There they found a little apartment for the money they had left and started searching for connections. One day, the brothers met some men dressed up and moving with black vehicles. They traced the men to a big mansion in Verdant Bluffs, Los Santos. There, they found the most powerful and respected mafia among the U.S.A.

Ivan and Aleksej kept following the men around, searching for a possibility to meet them and make a connection with the mafia, so they can see that they could be useful to them. They were carriying their 'best friend' - the Desert Eagle caliber 357 Magnum with them and a semi-automatic machinegun (MP5) in the back of their car. One day, while they were following the Corleone Godfather around Los Santos, they noticed that there are some men following the Don and searching for a possibility to do a drive-by on him. Ivan and Aleksej made a little research and found out the men were from the Stracci family, Corleone's biggest enemy. When the men attempted to drive-by the Don, Ivan and his brother went over-speeding with their car, crashed the Straccis out of the road and then killed them all, one by one.

When Don Corleone's convoy stopped to see what happend, they got out of the vehicles and bumped the brothers on the ground, pointing weapons at them. The Don got out of his limouzine and told the men to lower their weapons. He helped Ivan and Aleksej up and there was the following conversation:

Don Daniel Corleone: "What are your names, kids?"
Ivan: "Ivan and Aleksej Belov, Godfather"
Don Corleone: "You saved my ass from the Stracci's. Now I own you a favour. You became my friends, I can give you everything you want."
Aleksej: "We would like to work for you, Don Corleone."

The Don then ordered his men to clothe up Ivan and his brother and made them one of his most trusted men. Now Vanya is one of the most respected people in Los Santos, also known as Daniel Corleone's right hand and Aleksej is also a trusted man in the family.

[EliteTerm]

Tommy "Deaf Ears" Corleone


Tommy Greene was born in Rome, Italy, on Friday the 13th of July 1980. His Italian father, Michael, was a business man, and his European mother, Rhonda, was a stay-home caretaker. Tommy's family was struggling with the financial problems, and was receiving threats by some Local Mafia.

When Tommy was three, They earned up enough money to move to America, in search of the American Dream. They moved to a Italian Community in Liberty City, and his father was found doing some dirty work for a Italian Mafia to generate income for his family. Things were perfect, but after Tommy became six years old, his father got targeted by the Mafia he was working with, for screwing up one of the jobs that affected the alliances between a few others in Liberty City. Desperate, His dad smuggled the family onto a cargo ship bound for Vice City.

Arriving in Vice City, with the money working for the Mafia back in Liberty, his dad bought a small shabby house in Ocean Beach and his mother home-schooled Tommy, to avoid unwanted attention and to start a new life once again. Things were calm and peaceful and when Tommy became thirteen, his parents decided to step out of the darkness, because they want Tommy to be happy, to socialize with other people. Tommy quickly gained friends through basketball games and other sports, and did some kid jobs, such as getting groceries for the elders and mowed lawns, Tommy was able to learn english quickly. 

Two years later, things were normal. Tommy was in the bedroom reading up some books, his father downstairs in the kitchen reading the papers, and his mother cooking lunch. The family, unknowingly, that something bad was about to happen to them. One black Sentinel was driving from the Escobar International Airport, over the Vice Port bridge into Ocean Beach, and pulled up in front of Tommy's house. They all stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the trunk of the car and opened it. They took the M4 and AK-47s, loaded it and started firing at the house. Tommy heard a series of loud gunshots, glass pieces flying from the shattered windows, and dove down. He heard screams downstairs being drowned by the gunfire. Suddenly it stopped, Tommy was on the ground, scared and unable to move. The front door downstairs was blasted open by a shotgun and there were screams. Tommy heard his parents pleading, crying, and telling them they were sorry. Two gunfires, and everything was silent as a tomb. Tommy was crying, scared. He was starting to get up when the door to his bedroom was kicked open, and two middle-aged men wearing a business suit, one of them holding a pistol. He shoved Tommy down and held up his silenced pistol and aimed at Tommy. His heart racing, his mind scrambling to figure out this, Tommy was on the ground staring at the barrel of the gun wielded by the man, determined to kill him. The man spoke, "Good bye." and fired.

Two weeks later, Tommy opened his eyes slowly and his eyes were very sensitive to the blinding light. He blinked several times and noticed the white walls. He tried to remember where he was, and noticed that he's in the hospital, the EKG Moniter at his side, and suddenly pains shot up his entire body, and Tommy started to scream. Nurses and doctors rushed into the room and tried to calm him down and gave some painkillers. Tommy started questioning why he was here and how did he get here, and when two police officers walked in the room, and looked right at Tommy, their faces grim. "Tommy Greene?", one of the officers spoke. Tommy nodded slowly. "I regret to inform you that, your parents are dead, probably a mafia-related assassination." Tommy suddenly remembers everything, the guys shooting at the house, the final screams of his parents, and the face of the guy who shot him. Tommy started crying, and the other officer spoke, "I am terribly sorry to tell you this... but you're lucky to be alive. You were shot through the chest, near the heart. We recovered the bullet and it's on the table next to you. Tommy, I wish you to recover and good luck in the future.." Suddenly, Tommy was alone in this world, with no one to love him, to talk to him.

Three days later, Tommy is so mad at himself and blamed on himself for no reason, not thinking clearly. He got up, dealing with the excruciating pains, grabbed some of his personal effects, unknowingly grabbing the glass container that contained the bullet that tried to kill him. He slammed through a fire door down the hall from his room, and walked into the dark stormy night. He painfully walked through his neighborhood and saw his house. He fell on his knee, and stared at the dark, empty house that used to have a family. He threw his backpack containing the personal effects aside and looked up to the sky, rain pattering on him, crying with him. He looked down at the house again, and there was a lightning that lit up the area, and noticed something gleaming on the ground. He picked up the glass container and saw that it contained a bullet. The little boy inside Tommy died, and a new person has taken it's spot. He now know what his plan is. He's going to avenge his family, and brutally murder the person who destroyed his and his family's life, with the same bullet that tried to kill him.

Five years later, Tommy was driving through Starfish Island, with three of his friends in the Black Admiral. They're the respected members of the Sforza Mafia, one of the strongest in Vice City. The person sitting next to Tommy, nicknamed "Evil", is one of his best friend and partner. The person sitting behind him, nicknamed "Miami", one of the Capone in the Sforza Mafia. Tommy was approached by Miami three years ago, when he was accidentally aided the Sforza members who was in need of a vehicle during an escape. Tommy's driving impressed Miami, and offered to invite him into the family. The last person sitting next to Miami, is nicknamed "Arjun", He's a friend of Miami, and Tommy view him as a role model. Throughout the years after he became part of the Sforza Family, he has gained respect among the members of different alliances, including the Sforza Family. He has a favorable business in Remodeling and other "Jobs". In Tommy's pocket, in a small black leather case, holds the ill-fated bullet destined for his life, and now destined for another. Ever since the death of his parents, Tommy has been visiting their graves every week, leaving a red rose on the headstone.

One day Tommy decided to take a vacation, to be alone and think clearly, and to rest his torn soul. He went on vacation to San Andreas. Tommy was in rented vehicle, driving around, gathering peace and quietness to clear his mind, when he saw someone walking by in Pershing Square. Nicknamed "Wash", he was one of the members of the Sforza Mafia in Vice City, who moved to San Andreas to do some business there. He talked with Wash, telling them how things are in Vice City, and explained that he was here on vacation. Wash brought Tommy along around San Andreas, and had some talks with the Godfathers of the powerful Corleone Mafia Family in San Andreas. Tommy decided to stay longer, to learn more about how things are run in San Andreas with one of the most powerful Mafias. Tommy quickly gained many friends, and got accepted by Christ, one of the Godfathers himself. Tommy quickly grew from a vacationer with nothing on him but a few cash, into a wealthy person. The graves of the Greene Family is still being visited once a week, with a red rose on the headstone. Tommy, driving in his Black All-Terrain Huntley, with a bullet in a small black leather case, destined for his life, is still in his pocket, looking for the man who destroyed his family.

[Carhartt]

Pretty cool stories guys, keep on posting!

[Omri]

My new story for my new char Anthony_Tyler

The Birth

The year was 1986 on the 24 May, in the cold gangster city Los Santos area of Idlewood, there was the little Afro-American boy Anthony_Tyler born. He was born at the Hospital by LS Market at 20:05 PM, he was a little normal Afro-American boy, and doctors weighted him to 3,000 grams, which is very normal for a little boy. The little boy was born and named by his mother "Anthony_Tyler". From the beginning, there were already problems with the birth, mother was not cable to give birth to the child of some healthy reasons, she tried to struggle so hard to survive and see her son grow up but it ended she died, doctors declared her dead 23:43 PM. As his mother did not have a husband or boyfriend there was nobody to take care of him and the only option was to put him on a foster home, BUT his mother’s sister wanted to raise him up at her home in Idlewood.

Info

Because of his mom’s death and health, they wanted to check Anthony, they did check his health and condition if he had any problems, it was all okay and he was ready to go to his new home and meet the new world that was ahead of him. Next day the doctors said he was all Okay and could be taking home. All at home was happy that Anthony was a healthy little kid, there were parties at the house and people came for see him.

Youth ( 12 years later )

Anthony was now 12 years old and went in school in Idlewood Primary school, he already had problems with the school because he fought with some other, Anthony was always the boy who got picked by others because his mom died, all the other teased him with it and he could not do anything than beat them all up, he had a rough childhood. He never passed school of the problems he had, he was pretty smart in school but had concentration problems, and that followed to they kicked him out of the school of the following reason “Violent”.
His mother’s sister Teri did not knew what to do with him, she was already busy with working 24/7 to get enough money to pay the rent and get food on the table, which also meant Anthony had a lot of time to be outside with his friends and make illegal actions.
From the start Anthony always saw up to his cousins, they were gangsters in his eyes and he always wanted to be like them, smoking weed and get a gun and living the life.
Legal Issues

In December 2001, Anthony was charged with sexually abusing a woman in a hotel room. According to the complaint, Anthony sodomized the woman and then encouraged his friends to sexually abuse her. Anthony vehemently denied the charges, nothing really happened with that case as it was founded out the woman was a junkie and needed money to a fix. He was really a smart one, keeping an eye on everything.

Present

Now Anthony is 22 years old, and got his own apartment in Idlewood, he just enjoy the life sitting at home with his friends and smoking some hash. He earns his money illegally, selling his weed on the streets to other thugs and kids who want to smoke, it’s a dirty way to earn money and he knows it, he can’t get a job as he aint got an education. He got a girlfriend also Afro-American and he loves her much, he really wants to get a job to take care of her instead of selling weed and giving her money.
Now he is just trying to earn money for him and his girlfriend to get a house in Idlewood and stift a family

[JDC]

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

(last update, Dec. 10, 2008

[EliteTerm]

Let's bring this thread back up. We'd love to hear more of your stories! 

[Squeak]

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.))

[EliteTerm]

First of all, I am sorry to bump this old topic. I wanted to add my story about my RP Character's trip to Liberty City during the 4 months.

Please note that the story is not finished, and I want some opinions as I finish this story. Thank you.




Tommy "Deaf Ears" Corleone looks through the small viewport next to him and see the city
approaching slowly. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see to your right, we are
arriving at Liberty City. The seatbelt sign is now lit, so please put your
seatbelts on as we prepare to land at Francis International Airport. Thank you
and enjoy the rest of the flight." The intercom clicked. Tommy puts on his seatbelt
and thinks back to the day it started. The day his life was changed forever.

Vice City. Mafia thugs shooting the house. The screams. The man aiming the
gun at Tommy. He was supposed to be dead and now, many years after the murders
Tommy has risen through the ranks in the criminal underworld, determined to find
the person responsible for destroying his family. Tommy plans to return the bullet
that the hitman has put in him.

During his stay in San Andreas, Tommy is currently working for the Corleone Family,
one of the strongest Mafias in San Andreas. It was originally supposed to be a vacation,
to take a break from the criminal work, but after meeting Wash, one of the former Sforza
members, He showed Tommy around the state and introduced him to the Godfather of the
Corleone Mafia. Intrested, Tommy decided to stay in San Andreas in hopes of looking for
his family's killer. Months after earning respect and power in the underworld, Tommy
came across a piece of information that points toward the location of the hitman.
Tommy decided to follow the information and informed the Corleone Family that he is
leaving for Liberty City on business.

The landing jolted Tommy out of his thoughts and prepares to deboard the plane. Looking
around, Tommy heads toward the car rental service across the street from the Airport.
He starts to drive out of the Airport and onto the bridge to Staunton Island. He made
his way across the island toward Portland. He arrived at the Liberty Port Hotel in Harwood
and checks in the hotel.

The next day Tommy was driving around Portland trying to find
clues wherea the hitman is, and took a break to eat lunch at Marco Bistro's. Unaware that
the Leone Mafia is controlling the restaurant, Tommy took a seat and looked at the menu
and felt a tap on the shoulder, he turned around to see a man in a suit glaring at him.
"What you think you're doing?" Tommy looked at him and replied, "Getting ready to order.
Are you the waitress?" The talking in the restaurant stopped and the man in the suit looked
really mad. "No, I am not the waitress, I am Paulie Leone. Do you know who I am? Do you
realize that you're in a wrong place?" Tommy just remembered that the Corleone Mafia used
to run in Liberty City, when they moved and the few others stayed behind to create the
Leone Family. "I think I am in the right place. I am Tommy Corleone and I'm looking for
someone." Paulie looked around, a little nervous at the mention of Corleone. "Sorry to
interrupt you." Paulie just walked out to the front and walked upstairs past the
bodyguards. Tommy looks around and asked for a waitress to place an order.

Shortly after
the food arrived Paulie walked back to Tommy, "Mr. Corleone, The Don wishes to speak to
you." Tommy, surprised by this request, starts to follow Paulie upstairs and walked past
the bodyguards into a room. The lunch was being served as the Don greets Tommy. "Hello
Tommy, Paulie here told me that you are a Corleone." "Yes, I have been in the Corleone
Mafia in San Andreas for a while now. I've heard the history of the Corleone, that they
used to run the place here." The Don smiles and replied, "Ah Yes, I am Joey Leone, Son
of Salvatore, the former 2nd in Command of the Corleone back in the days. I was close to
30 years old when the Triads engaged the Corleone in a war that drove most of us out.
Pop wanted to stay in Liberty City to rebuild the empire as the Leone, and I think...
Danny...Daniel? Yeah Daniel and a few other men went to San Andreas to rebuild the
Corleone Family. Things were going well here in Liberty City until this bastard murdered
my pop, I think the Yakuza or the Forelli was behind this. Things started to fall apart,
and we've been hunting that bastard who killed pop. We found him smooching with my sister,
and I had him killed." "Well, I am sorry to hear that things are going downhill, but I
will let Don Corleone know of this situation and maybe send some support here." Joey
smiled, "Maybe we'll be back where we were in the old days" Tommy chuckles, but turned
serious, "Don Leone, I have arrived here for personal reasons, and I'm looking for a
special someone, someone who murdered my family in Vice City many years ago." The Don
frowns, and spoke softly, "I am sorry for your loss, and I will help you find this person,
but in return, you will help me with several stuffs. Come, lets sit." The Don motioned for
Tommy to sit. After the Don took a drink of Bourbon, he cleared his throat, "Tommy, I
want to apologize you first, because things are fucking falling apart, and I need a driver
I can trust. After pop got killed by the person he trusted, it's very hard to find a
trustful person, but I think I can trust you, being a Corleone and all. Will you be
willing to help out the Leone while I find your family's killer?"

Tommy walked out of Marco Bistro's to his rental car with Paulie and heard a laugh. "You
drive that piece of shit? Comon, drive us to the lockup in Trenton, near Portland Docks
and I'll get you a better ride." Tommy started the engine and, without looking, drove
out of the parking lot, nearly missing a passerby and a truck. "Jesus, do you always drive
like that?" Paulie squeaked, holding on to his seat. Tommy smiled, but didn't say a word
as he drove toward the lockup. As Tommy pulled the car up next to two Leone thugs, Paulie
rolled down the window for them to recognize him, and the thugs waved them through. "Stop
here, and I'll be right back." Paulie spoke as he motioned for Tommy to stop and got out
of the Idaho, and walked toward the thug with a UZI slinged over his shoulder. Paulie and
the thug walked to the door next to the garage and went inside. Tommy checked his watch
after waiting several minutes, and suddenly heard the garage door rolling up and Tommy
saw a black Admiral driving out of the garage, and Paulie stepped out. "What ya think?
You can't deny that this car is better than that heap of junk Idaho you're driving."
Smiling, Tommy stepped out and tossed the keys behind and walked up to the Admiral, sliding
his hand over the hood. "You're right, Paulie. This will do just fine." Tommy remarked.

While driving the Admiral, Tommy listens to the information Paulie has given him about the
current situation in Liberty City, the struggle for control of the criminal underworld.
"When Don Salvatore Leone was alive, things were heading into a full-blown war. The Triads,
Forelli Brothers, The Columbia Cartel, and the Yakuza wanted a piece of action.
The Forellis are the weakest, most of their ranked mobsters were killed; Sonny got killed
by some renegade Forelli thug, which I think it was Tommy Vercetti, the infamous
"Harwood Butcher". Last time I heard, Vercetti was running the show in Vice City. Go left."
Paulie reminded Tommy and he turned and drove through the gates and turned right and
noticed the "8BALL" Logo. "Is this some club?" Tommy questioned. Paulie chuckled a little.
"Sure, if you love blowing shit up. This is the bomb shop, run by 8Ball. He's reliable
and knows which explosive is suitable for each situation. Joey wants you to meet up with
him tomorrow, he has some work for you." Tommy nodded, and drove out of the compound.
"Where was I?" Paulie wondered, "Ah, the Forellis. Then Mike Lips, one of the Forelli capos
was killed by that mute guy. Last I heard, the Forellis has ties with the Triads and
The Sinccados now, as a desperate act to stay in the game." Paulie sighed, "Those bitches
doesn't know when to give up." Tommy nodded slightly, and stopped in front of the Leone
Mansion. "Nice meeting ya, Tommy. Catch ya later." Paulie gave a slight nod and walked
toward the mansion.

Tommy yawned as he drove toward 8ball's shop the next morning. He parked next to the
abandoned train tracks and got out. He looked around and walked toward the door while
straightening his tie. He was about to knock on the door when it opened. "Oh shit!" 8Ball
jumped, holding a box. "Jesus, I nearly dropped this." Tommy looked at him, then to the box.
"Sorry, whats in the box? Explosives?" "No, a box of party poppers. Of course it contain
explosives, you idiot. Watch where you walk." 8Ball walked toward the abandoned train tracks
and placed the box next to a Idaho. Tommy followed behind, and noticed the Idaho, and somehow
it looked familiar. "Isn't that the car I drove yesterday?" Tommy wondered. 8Ball took out a
device with a button and looked back. "Watch this, bro." Tommy watched the box next to the
Idaho as 8Ball pressed the button. There were a loud bang followed by an explosion, tossing
the Idaho high, and the vehicle exploded in the air, and landed near Tommy's Admiral.
"Holy shit, it almost hit my car!" Tommy yelled. "Whooooooo that was fun." 8Ball chuckled,
then turned to Tommy, "8Ball" He reached out a hand. "Tommy Corleone, I was sent by Joey."
Tommy took his hand and shook. "Ah, Joey told me you will be doing some work for him."
"Yeah, as a favor for doing work for him, Joey will help me look for someone I have been
searching for years." Tommy replied. 8Ball motioned for Tommy to follow him, "Joey asked
me to fashion a 'present' for someone, and you're going to deliver it to Jimmy 'Slim Jim'
Lopez, one of the capos for the Sinccado Mafia. He was responsible for the blotched deal
with the Leones, which left three dead. This present will be for him." Tommy nodded, and
asked, "Where is Jimmy at?" "Last I heard, he always go to Red Light District every night
to play poker with some guys. His Landstalker is parked outside, Joey wants you to plant the
present under the vehicle and wait until the game is over. He will get back in and drive
over to one of the hideouts. From there Joey wants you to detonate the bomb when the
Landstalker is in the garage. Should do enough damage to the building." 8Ball explained,
"Don't let them see you follow them." Tommy nodded, and took the box. "I'll give you a call
on how it went." Tommy talked back as he walked around the burning Idaho to his Admiral.

Shifting uneasily in the carseat, Tommy occasionally glanced at the box next to him, making
sure it didn't explode. "Dude, just don't worry about the box, keep your damn eyes on the
road." Tommy muttered as he heads toward Red Light District, scanning carefully for the
Landstalker. "Comon you bitch, just come out and show me." Suddenly the Landstalker came
out of the alleyway, nearly slammed into Tommy and sped off and made a left turn into the
parking lot by the apartment building. Tommy cussed as he parked by the sidewalk near the
parking lot. "No wonder Joey wants him dead, he sucks at driving." As soon Slim Jim walked
into the building, Tommy grabbed the box and got out of the Admiral and strode casually
across the street to the parking lot. He moved silently to the back of the Landstalker, and 
as he looked around carefully, he keeled down and placed the box firmly under the rear
bumper. Tommy looked around one last time and calmly walked over to his car and waited for
the poker game to break up. Finally, after waiting several hours, the men piled out of the
apartment complex and got into the vehicles. Tommy became alert and watched them drive out
into the streets, waiting for Slim Jim's Landstalker to leave the parking lot. Tommy started
the engine after Slim Jim left and followed him from a distance to Chinatown, the Triads'
home turf. Tommy learned about the desperate acts from the failing mafias, to work together
to destroy the Leone Family. It seems that the Sinccado Mafia has a base of operations in
Chinatown, with the Triads as their bodyguards. Tommy parked across the street from the
marketplace at a food joint near the hospital, as he watched the Landstalker park into the
garage. He waited a few minutes before taking out a remote detonator, arming the bomb.
Looking at the building, he pressed the button. The ground shook as the building turned into
a firework show, blowing out the ground floor, causing the building to collapse. There were
a second explosion, bellowing smoke into the sky and the ground, coating the marketplace in
ash and dust. By the time people nearby reacted to the explosion, the black Admiral was
nowhere to be found.

=Three Months Later=

A loud applaud erupted in the Grand Room at the Leone Mansion, as Tommy Corleone stands next
to Don Joey Leone, watching Paulie kiss his newly-wed bride, Ellie Jones, in a traditional
Italian wedding. Tommy walked up to Paulie after the ceremony and offered his hand, "Hey
Paulie, congratulations. I wish you and your wife a great life you're creating now." Tommy
smiled. Paulie took his hand and hugged him, "Thank you, my friend." Tommy turned to Ellie
and took her hand and kisses it, "Congratulations on your wedding. I wish you a great life
with Paulie. Make sure you keep a leash on him, he's a wild one." Laughter erupted as Paulie
playfully punches Tommy in the arm. "Congratulations, son. I am very proud to witness this
beautiful event, your mother will be very proud of you, god bless her soul." Joey spoke next
to Tommy. "Come here and give your old man a hug." Paulie came to him and hugged, as Tommy
and others applauded. "Now, I have a special announcement to make." Joey spoke aloud, and
waited for the room to become quiet, "Now, as we know, we have made great improvement in the
Leone Family, with the help of Tommy Corleone, a dear friend of mine. It has been three
months since he arrived here, and the family is now heading in the right direction. Before
he arrived, the family has been struggling with the losses of our dear friends, like Toni
Caprini, and, of course, the late Don Salvatore Leone... my father. Tommy Corleone here has
given us hope, to continue our legacy here in Liberty City. With that, I am proud to honor
Mr. Tommy Corleone as a Made Man. He deserves the respect he has earned." Don Leone turned
to Tommy and shook his hand, "Thank you, Tommy. The Leone Family couldn't have done it
without your aid." Don Leone, Tommy, Paulie and his new wife turned to the private photographer
and posed for their picture to add to the collections of the family memories.

A hour after Paulie and his wife left for their honeymoon, Tommy walked past the crowd toward
Don Leone to ask him if he will be doing any 'job' this week. Don Leone smiled, "Don't worry, take
this week off, you deserve it. I'll call you up this weekend about it." Tommy nodded and walked out
of the ballroom to go to the restroom. When Tommy arrived at the restroom, he heard rapid
gunfire and he took out a Colt out of his jacket and leaned against the wall, looking for any
attackers.  As screams are heard as more gunfire erupted, Tommy realized that it's happening in
the ballroom, and sprinted toward it and just when he turned around the corner, one of the men
wearing a tuxedo fired his AK47 at him. Tommy just hid behind the wall as bullets and plaster are
spraying everywhere. Tommy turned and fired his weapon, hitting it in the chest and shoulder. The
man collapsed, dead. More goons came out with AK47 firing at Tommy when he turned against the
wall. Then silence. Tommy peeked around, and saw that the goons were not there anymore. Tommy
ran toward the door to the ballroom, stopping short to see if the goon he shot is dead. Tommy then
turned to the door carefully, checking if anyone stayed behind. Tommy's heart rose to his throat, as
he saw bodies laying on the ground. "Good God.." Tommy spoke softly, as he walked over the
bodies carefully, seeing their eyes staring into nothing. He looked around and saw Don Leone on
the ground, and ran to him. He slowly lifted Joey's head and saw that he's still alive. "Joey, are you
okay? I'm gonna get help, just stay with me!" Tommy cried, as Don opened his eyes slightly,
"Too... tommy.. tell Paulie I lo... love him." Don spoke quietly, "Look for Frankie. Find yo... your killer."
Joey's eyes fluttered and the last breath is heard. Tommy collapsed and started to weep as the
bodyguards from other parts of the mansion arrived. "What the fuck happened?" One of the guards
spoke. "He's.... gone." Tommy put Joey's hand on his chest, and spoke a few Italian prayers. Sirens
are heard as Tommy stood up slowly, and walked to the body of the goon he shot. Looking through
the wallet from the body, he looked at the license. "Shit, that's Jack Piccoli, one of the capos for
the Forelli Family." A guard spoke out. Tommy stood up and started to head out, "Time to pay them
a visit. Please take care of Joey for us... for me."

"GANGLAND MASSACRE IN HARWOOD" Those words appeared on the front page of the Liberty
Tree the next day, reminding many residents about the Mafia wars that occurred a decade ago. 
Tommy broke the news to Paulie over the phone, and told him to stay where he is, as it's safer.
Tommy promised to find whoever is behind this, and to secure the arrival of Paulie and his wife
back from their honeymoon for the funeral, to be held in the cliff overlooking Portland Beach. 
After the phone call, Tommy slumped into the chair and stared at the wall for a few hours, before
heading over to 8Ball's shop. Tommy walked up to the door and knocked, and suddenly the door
opened and Tommy's staring at the barrel of a shotgun. His mind flashback to the day of the
murders, the barrel of the pistol pointing at him, the assassin's stone-cold's face. "Sorry Tommy,
ever since yesterday, I've seen goons driving around pretty close to my place. I can't take any
chances. I am sorry to hear about Joey." 8Ball spoke. Tommy nodded slightly, "I'm here for
information. Do you know a Frankie?" Tommy asked.

(( MORE TO COME ))

[James_Alterlis]

James 'Jeremy' Alterlis

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"James" was born in April 20, 1983 in Madrid, Spain. He were living with the "Alterlis" family, which all family members is police, fireman, paramedic, doctor, engineer, pilot, ATController, GTController, driver, etc. that's legal. The head of the family heared the news on TV about SA's streets hoodlums, crimes, arson, homicide, etc. He decides to move on and set up new family there. Finally James and the family arrived USArgonath since he was 12. He helping family members reload weapons, equipments, etc. And the story begin...

1 year later, head of family goes on normal police duty, but soon will not be normal after got 911 calls from the shopkeeper about robberry. He was the first one who arrived the scene and clear the area around the situation.
Once SWAT arrived, he got shot by the one of four criminals in the chest through tactical vest deep down to the heart. Died in 3 seconds. SAPD sent the news about him to the family...

James heared the message that mom is reading for everyone, he decides to join up the force when he's 18. But now only he can do is wait...
James goes school normal, sees a graffiti sprayer, he decides to shouts at them to leave. But they refuse and starts fighting, After faught he won and his brain starts thinking to continue "keep the streets clean".

5 years later, he's now 18. He joins up the ARPD, trained hard, skilled, etc. Finally he made up himself to the Cadet, he is really happy, to revenge his father. James serve and protect the country very well.

5-6 years later, he's made himself up to the Senior Officer. He had now revenged for his father, he continues against crimes and "keep the streets clean".

Finally, he decides to recruiting members/employees in Alterlis's family again. To help USArgonath crimeless country.

The story continues...