The Gvardia Family || San Fierro's Main Power || Best criminal group of 09/10/11

[Leon.]

The difference is, I served 3 months ban. Also, what did Gandalf mean by what he wrote?

I have absolutely no clue. Now at least I know it's not just me who doesn't understand D:
Post Merge: April 24, 2011, 11:41:16 pm

Ok, now I have plenty of time. The only thing I left out last night was the story; 'tis now complete.
I also added one thing to things I specialize in.

Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name: MetalLuigiX
In-Game Age: 22
Age in real life: 12
List previous names you used: [RCA]MetalLuigiX, [Grove]LuigiX
How long you been playing on Argonath? 3 months
Do you have license and passport? yes
List assets you own(house,car,bizz) None, but might get a house soon
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who? Yes, by Ibrahim, but he quit
How active are you? Rather active, when I don't get stuffed with homework
In which time of day, do you play(CET)? None exactly... but always sometime after 3:50, excluding weekends
How much criminal experience do you have? Quite a bit. When the adrenaline pumps, I get it going good.
Reasons for joining Gvardia? To feel protected, to belong, to be able to trust, to be able to be trusted, and to be able to participate in such an interesting mob.
Your opinion on your RP knowledge? Great
What things are you specialized in? Driving, shooting, drive-by's, drug dealing, threatening, pretending to be something I'm not.
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in: Grove (was unofficial)
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?: Yes
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag? LuigiX_GvardiaT (If it doesn't fit, I'll get rid of the X)
Write a decent character story, to show us how serious into RP you are.
(character story must be 500 words or more)

Born in Los Santos, I was accustomed to lawfulness. I lived with my parents, who were between upper and middle class, who had jobs they actually enjoyed. I had done very well in school and was rarely punished by my parents. That was, until I turned 12. That very day I turned 12, I ran away from home. Why should I? Corrupt cops came in without a warrant and took most of our belongings. I couldn't take it, as I was so used to such a perfect little area. While I ran away, I found out what happened in the outside war. People die, drugs are used, people shout, people fight, people die. Those three months were the worst of my life. In those three months, I could have killed someone. Or better yet myself.

As Christmas approached, I though it was time to go back home. But I didn't. I thought, why should I ruin their f**king Christmas. Instead, I went to my old Grandfather's house. I respected the old man, not for the cash he has and the gifts he sends off, but for how he has treated me. The man has never raised his voice at me once, or even laid a hand on me. I knocked upon his door, and when he answered, he picked me up and hugged me. It was 4 years since I had last seen him. When he picked me up, it felt like I had first met a new father. He took me in and asked why I had come alone. I explained to him, detail by detail.
"I ran away from home."
"Why," he asked.
"Well, I had a good life, never went under a mile from home. Cops kicked down our door and stole some of our belongings. After my parents asked if they had a warrant, they laughed and drove off. It stressed me out so much. They had stolen my sentimental belongings, my parent's jewelry. The last thing I said to my mother is, 'I will get back at them, I will kill them.' My mother told me not to, but before she could finish, I ran out the door. She called to me, weeping. I kept running, run by a fear sensation that moved me like I was on wheels."
"It's alright, I'll let you stay," he said.

For the next 2 and a half years, everything was good. He gave me money to buy whatever I wanted. On my way to the grocery store, a bunch of kids came up and hassled me, wanting my money. After bluntly refusing and trying to walk away, one of them had dove on me. They dragged me into an alley and attempted to empty my pockets. The alley was shadowed, hidden from any public view, had full trash cans full with litter. I used the litter and filthiness to my advantage. As they dug in my pockets, I reached for a broken beer bottle and stabbed it into the boy who was on top of me. That was the first person I had ever killed. He had a pocket knife; a large one. I took it, stood up, got my money back, and began stabbing at the other kids, driven mad. They ran off, and I walked out bruised. I came home to my grandfather.
"Did you get anything," he asked.
"No," I said, looking down on the ground.
"What's wrong," he asked.
"Well... How can I explain? Well, I killed someone tonight."
"What! You killed someone, took their life," he had yelled at me. That was the first time he ever yelled at me, yet alone any one.
"Well, they tried to take my money," I said. "I stabbed one with a broken bottle."
That's when he began packing a few bags. I thought he was leaving. That was the worst assumption I could have ever made.
"Get out of my house," he said, with a distinct fear for me. He glared at me, like he wanted me to die. "Get out, and don't you EVER come back to this god damn house!"
"But gramps..." I was scared of him. He was scared of me. It's like a toddler looking in the eyes of a rattle snake. Both of you are scared. That's when he picked me up and threw me out.
I went somewhere far from town. Beyond any hopes of civilization. I wanted to die.
The area was woody, foggy, and had a lake. A very shallow lake it was, probably about 7-10 feet in depth. There was an over hanging tree there too. I dug through my bags my grandfather had packed me. He had actually given me a tent, enough food to last me a week, at least 500 dollars, and clothing. I thought, this is where it ends.

As I packed, I was wondering where I was headed. It has been 7 years since I got kicked out. I managed to live off the money he had given me, rationing it for when I needed it. I was a very skinny man. I was on the verge of dying. I had walked my way into a huge city known as San Fierro. A man had come up, given me his hand, and said, "Come."
I took his hand, smiling for the first time in those 7 years. He took me in his car, and took me to his place. I asked for his name. He told me he was Ibrahim. When we arrived, he invited me to eat.
"Best f**king meal I have eaten in 7 years," I said.
"Good stuff, isn't it," he said.
"Hell yes, it is. So why are you doing this," I asked.
"Well, you need to get a life for one, with all due respect. And the other thing, I need to tell you something.
"What is it," I asked.
"Do you know of Gvardia?"
"No sir, I do not," I said.
"Well, it's a mob. I'm pretty sure you're well aware of what they are. If you join, I will grant you all of the gifts of life, the gifts you were never given in the past."
It was partially a lie what he had said, but I didn't care. I just needed a life.
"I want you to join," he said, "I want you to join and be able to kill, to be able to handle the corrupt society we know as today."
I was dumbfounded. I stared. I gaped.
"The first time I killed was when I was 15... I can't do it again"
"You can," he had told me, "trust me, you just can."
He held his arm out to me. I stood up, took it, and my current life today is as fine as it could ever be.


OH GOOD GAWD I SPENT 40 MINUTES ON THAT

Back in the day...

Maybe it's time for me to change back to my old behavior. I was rarely warned let alone banned back then.
I feel disappointed in what I've made of me...

[Eugene]

emo

[MorlanV]

emo

1+

[Leon.]

emo

This is.

[Eugene]

= you

[MorlanV]

This is.

shit.

[Leon.]

crabcore.
attack attack is gay band btw.

[MorlanV]

crabcore.
attack attack is gay band btw.

Still shit.

[Leon.]

Still shit.

very.
Attack Attack! - Stick Stickly (Video)

[MorlanV]

Doesn't mean upload it into the Gvardia topic you retard.

[Eugene]

do those songs got lyrics or is it all just screaming?  :?:

[Raykaza]

do those songs got lyrics or is it all just screaming?  :?:

all just screaming?  :?:

atleast thats all i can hear.

[Leon.]

do those songs got lyrics or is it all just screaming?  :?:

man they're different. very.
metalcore:
August Burns Red - "Meddler"

deathcore (WARNING: this song is full of bad guyry)
BRING ME THE HORIZON - Pray for Plagues

death metal (my jam):
Cannibal Corpse - "Make Them Suffer" Metal Blade Records

black metal
Dimmu Borgir - The Sacrilegious Scorn

And finally, black and death metal's little brother... blackened death metal (warning: you may shit your pants @ the beginning if you have to go really badly)
BEHEMOTH - Slaves Shall Serve (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

the only similarity is the harshly sung vocals
Post Merge: April 25, 2011, 02:07:15 am

you retard.

Also, get the f**k out of my topic. You're no longer welcome here.

[Enzo Adinolfi]

HARROR

[Leon.]

HARROR

Lol.