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

[Hawks]

Hopes that this time has made a good story. Are more than 500 words ...

I was born in San Andreas with my brother. There was a quiet place where he had a training base. I was there for 10 years where I learned how to shoot, how to escape the police, and how to defend myself. I learned a lot too with my mafia "Gvardia" where I learned how to trade and how to kill the other gangs. One day my parents had to move to Vice City to have a better quality of life. In the meantime there were many deaths and there were many gangs. As my brother was younger, I taught him to learn the tactics that I learned throughout my life. I was in Vice City for several years without anyone misfortune happens ... One day my brother went to school when a gang led and infringed. Over 1 year my father and I went looking for him and what the gang that led...
However I sent a request to Gvardia to help me catch them, was accepted, the Gvardia wanted to help me catch them and tell the truth where it was my brother. Actually it was a success, seized them in the act (they were doing business). We take them to an empty house and we ask them where my brother was. They told us that was inside a black van in LV. When we searched, he was not inside the van, then went to check again and we ask them again. This time they told us that he was in SF. This time We do not believe then killed a member of the gang.When we kill one of the members heard a more fearful told us where he was. When we check he was all f**ked up, you could not get into the foot. I thought of revolt me and kill them all.
When we got home, my parents were very happy. We learned that this gang was part of the Ballas. After three years my parents moved to the San Andreas (their land) for no more problems. However I continued there with my mafia, to discover more about the Ballas. One day alone I would take the train to go to work, then I see four guys there like the Ballas. Along the way I was spying on them yet I see one of the members to move a thing, but did not know what it was. When I pressed the Paraje, I see a bomb to flash, then said: "EVERYONE OUT OF THE TRAIN, IS A BOMB" I took my smg and shot at them. Two of them died, others fled. When others fled, I was behind to catch them, however was the following, I saw a mansion with many guards. I tried to remember an attempt to kill them all, so I called the Gvardia to help me. When they came, we get to shoot up and we get inside the house. There only remained the boss of the Ballas. He spoke to us and told us that there was a gang that we would hunt down and kill us all but I did not believe then gave him a head shot.

Regards
Skillet

That is a good story, and I belive it is more than 500 words without counting.


As Cofilliano wishes, I will create cigarettes company for Gvardia, I hope it will be huge success.

Hawks'
Kronos Gvardia.

[Skillet]

That is a good story, and I belive it is more than 500 words without counting.


As Cofilliano wishes, I will create cigarettes company for Gvardia, I hope it will be huge success.

Hawks'
Kronos Gvardia.

Thanks Kronos ;D

[Moker]

This is the final warning: any1 that wants to be part in the RP event with drugs, may pm his IG name into my Forum PM ASAP !!! i will give the list with our names tomorrow afternoon... so PLS hurry up.
Thank you

Why we gotta pm you for an public event? oO

[Antonio.]

Why we gotta pm you for an public event? oO

to organize who is going as a group.

[Leon.]

Hopes that this time has made a good story. Are more than 500 words ...

I was born in San Andreas with my brother. There was a quiet place where he had a training base. I was there for 10 years where I learned how to shoot, how to escape the police, and how to defend myself. I learned a lot too with my mafia "Gvardia" where I learned how to trade and how to kill the other gangs. One day my parents had to move to Vice City to have a better quality of life. In the meantime there were many deaths and there were many gangs. As my brother was younger, I taught him to learn the tactics that I learned throughout my life. I was in Vice City for several years without anyone misfortune happens ... One day my brother went to school when a gang led and infringed. Over 1 year my father and I went looking for him and what the gang that led...
However I sent a request to Gvardia to help me catch them, was accepted, the Gvardia wanted to help me catch them and tell the truth where it was my brother. Actually it was a success, seized them in the act (they were doing business). We take them to an empty house and we ask them where my brother was. They told us that was inside a black van in LV. When we searched, he was not inside the van, then went to check again and we ask them again. This time they told us that he was in SF. This time We do not believe then killed a member of the gang.When we kill one of the members heard a more fearful told us where he was. When we check he was all f**ked up, you could not get into the foot. I thought of revolt me and kill them all.
When we got home, my parents were very happy. We learned that this gang was part of the Ballas. After three years my parents moved to the San Andreas (their land) for no more problems. However I continued there with my mafia, to discover more about the Ballas. One day alone I would take the train to go to work, then I see four guys there like the Ballas. Along the way I was spying on them yet I see one of the members to move a thing, but did not know what it was. When I pressed the Paraje, I see a bomb to flash, then said: "EVERYONE OUT OF THE TRAIN, IS A BOMB" I took my smg and shot at them. Two of them died, others fled. When others fled, I was behind to catch them, however was the following, I saw a mansion with many guards. I tried to remember an attempt to kill them all, so I called the Gvardia to help me. When they came, we get to shoot up and we get inside the house. There only remained the boss of the Ballas. He spoke to us and told us that there was a gang that we would hunt down and kill us all but I did not believe then gave him a head shot.

Regards
Skillet

MUCH better than your previous applications...now THOSE WERE HILARIOUS, with all due respect.
Note to anyone applying in the future, here's some advice to make an RP story:
-create believable characters
-create a believable setting
-create a believable plot
-Bring everything to life. Think: "He touched the wall" versus "He touched the wall with such nervousness and intensity, you'd think that an active grenade was behind the wall"
-Try to use metaphors, similes, etc., but don't overload
Post Merge: March 25, 2010, 11:06:45 pmTo newer members, read it for lulz. To future members, read it for lulz.

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

[Skillet]

MUCH better than your previous applications...now THOSE WERE HILARIOUS, with all due respect.
Note to anyone applying in the future, here's some advice to make an RP story:
-create believable characters
-create a believable setting
-create a believable plot
-Bring everything to life. Think: "He touched the wall" versus "He touched the wall with such nervousness and intensity, you'd think that an active grenade was behind the wall"
-Try to use metaphors, similes, etc., but don't overload
Post Merge: March 25, 2010, 11:06:45 pmTo newer members, read it for lulz. To future members, read it for lulz.

These advices are very useful for new applications, enjoy


Thanks Luigi



Regards
Skillet

[Roman]

Are we allies with "Paco_Ruiz"?  was RPing a towtruck driver today, they made a roadblock of civilian cars, I used towtruck and stole all cars from them with it, and I got PMed like "we're allies give the car back"

[Eugene]

I think he is Diablo..
Roman what are you doing fucking with people you dont even know anyway?

[Roman]

I think he is Diablo..
Roman what are you doing f**king with people you dont even know anyway?

I was RPing as a towtruck driver like 25-30 mins, then I go to SF and see bridge blocked by cars, so I cleared all shit up -.-
I was driving towtruck for like 1 hour today, theirs cars were messing, anyway, didn't know he's diablo.

[Skillet]

Sorry Gvardia but as will be my situation? It is no hurry but would like to enter the Gvardia

[Hawks]

Sorry Gvardia but as will be my situation? It is no hurry but would like to enter the Gvardia

I understand you, but you will have to wait for the disscusion of the leaders.

Kronos.

[Antonio.]

I think he is Diablo..
Roman what are you doing f**king with people you dont even know anyway?

Hes not diablos hes from RUIZ like stof_ruiz

[Cofiliano]

Hes not diablos hes from RUIZ like stof_ruiz

Nope, he's from Diablos. He just got the same surname as Stof.

[mpkilla]

May I Have Another Chance Roman Will Tell You How hard Ive been Trying I Was Hanging Out With Tommy_Gvardia Yester Day We Rped With Cops For Like 30 Mins He Will Tell You How Good I Am In Rping

[Daco]

Hi mpkilla Man You Need To Get Out From This Thread Because People Don't Like You Here, I Know It's Hard To Understand, Because You Have A Potato Reputation Around Here So Don't Bother