Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name:[WS]Brad
In-Game Age:23
Age in real life:19
List previous names you used:Brad_Corleone, Brad_Araatus, Brad_Stracci, [AVt]Brad,
How long you been playing on Argonath?: 2 years 9 monthes
Do you have license and passport? Yes
List assets you own(house,car,bizz): Blista Compact, Sanchez, Mountain Bike
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who?:Nope
How active are you?: 4 days a week, 6-10 hours each time if neccisery
In which time of day, do you play(CET)? Mainly 10pm onwards, but sometimes during the day
How much criminal experience do you have? Leading Corleones, Helping with training Stracci, Third in Command for Araatus, been playing a criminal since i joined the server
Reasons for joining Gvardia?: Good group, professional RP, professional business-side work. Very well thought of in the criminal world.
Your opinion on your RP knowledge? Fantastic
What things are you specialized in? I'm an excellent driver, and a skilled shooter. I was liked in Corleone for my expertese in Kidnappings
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in:Corleone, Stracci, Araatus, [WS] [NS] [AV] [XS]
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?: Yes
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag? [WS]BradGvardiaT (Will I actually have to do a trial?)
Write a decent character story, to show us how serious into RP you are.
(character story must be 500 words or more)
The air strip of the Abandoned airport always looked dreary, even at the best of times. Solid, never moving, an eyesore to some. A little abandoned hut, and a few damaged hangers, and of course the many destroyed planes just dumped there by the FAA old management to get them out of the way without paying for scrapping them. Normally, nothing would be moving, but there was always one rare occasion.
A red and Black Maverick landed in the middle of the strip, and a man got out, the pilot stayed in his seat. The man who got out was a tall well built man, he walked around to the back doors of the small helicopter, opened one and took out a leather briefcase. From nowhere, a Sandking, a vehicle meant for desert races, Drove up from behind the abandoned aircrafts, slowly coming to a stop in front of the maverick. A small man got out of the drivers seat and gave the man standing beside the helicopter a look of utter contempt. This was one man he did not want to be dealing with. The man from beside the helicopter looked the sandking up and down and smirked.
"Never one to let the side down, are you Tommy?"
The other man was surprised he knew his name
"But... But... Your Brad Corleone, how do you know my name?"
"Trust me kid, it's better that you dont know."
Tommy lowered his shoulders, slightly worried, but Brad smiled
"Lets get this done quick, Daniel doesnt like waiting."
Brad handed over the briefcase, and Tommy looked through it, everything seemed to be in order, he put it down and opened the sandkings door, pulling a case from the passenger side foot well. As he yanked it out, Brad looked around, startled
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
All of a sudden, the heart ripping roar of the engines of two sanchez motorcycles erupted from the abandoned hut, both bikes had two people on them, one driving, one on the back aiming a Semi Automatic machine gun. Both Sanchez's made a beeline towards the deal, one of the armed men shot three single bullets towards Tommy, the first of which missing his head by less than an inch, he wasn't so lucky with the second or third, they both shattered into his skull with a unbelievable shattering noice. Brad had been lucky enough to jump back before the other gunman sent a torrent of bullets his way. He dived backwards to the ground, taking out his 9mm pistol, firing a shot straight into the skull of one of the drivers. The Sanchez went out of control and flipped over, squashing the gunman. Brad sent a second shot towards his head.
The Second sanchez was now making an arc behind Brad, about to come straight towards him. As the engine started, the Maverick drivers door swung open, and the pilot threw himself between the sanchez and Brad, holding a Tec9. The man sent a cascade of bullets towards them, but every one missed. The gunman on the bike then filled the pilots body with lead, before pulling up to the sandking. The gunman dropped his gun and picked up both the case and the suitcase.
Brad was too distracted by the corpse now lying in front of him. His Dear Friend and Ally, and one of the two men that outranked him in the Corleone family, Tice Corleone, laying stiff.
"FUCK!"
Brad stood there staring for a while, thinking about what to do when he heard sirens, he didnt need a second warning. He ran over to the sanchez, picked it up and kickstarted it. He would go to San Fiero, he couldnt handle going back to the Family now, he would go to San Fiero to start his life over.
The sirens were getting closer, Brad sped off in between the abandoned aircrafts into the hidden dirt tracks of Bone County to avoid the police. This was the biggest fuck up ever, the entire deal had went sour, as he travelled, he pondered the possibility that Tommy had set them up, but now Tommy was lying stiff. Brad didnt know how it had happened, but there and then, he vowed to find out who had set them up, and avenge his good friend Tice.
(Number of words: 721)
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