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

[Murdock]

Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name:Romaty
In-Game Age:18
Age in real life:16
List previous names you used:-
How long you been playing on Argonath? 1 month
Do you have license and passport?Yes,i do
List assets you own(house,car,bizz): Sandisk car
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who? no 1 i hear about the family from all argonath
How active are you? 7-10,everyday
In which time of day, do you play(CET)? CET+2
How much criminal experience do you have? 7-10
Reasons for joining Gvardia? to be respect person and to learn more about roleplay
Your opinion on your RP knowledge? Roleplay means taking a role of a person, you can roleplay as a medic, gangbanger, mobster, or anything by useing your imagination
What things are you specialized in? Shooting,and some drive skill
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in: Yes,Balla
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?: Yes,i did
Do you understand our rules of roleplay, dividing OOC/IC, brackets, spelling in IC chat, etc?:Yes
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag? Romaty_GvardiaT
Write a decent character story, to show us how serious into RP you are.
(character story must be 500 words or more) Christmas day, 1977 my family posed for a picture taken by Mr. Bellows, our next door neighbor. That photo has become the benchmark for all family portraits taken of my family since, not a single one has equaled its magnificence. In that wonderful picture my family is much smaller than it is today, there are no sons-in-law, daughters-in-law, or grandchildren, just my father, my mother, my brother, my sister, and me. We're all sitting up amazingly straight, and our smiles are so perfect they almost look drawn on. This photo is entirely beautiful in its simplicity, and truly impressive in its rarity.

I admit that a good family portrait doesn't seem like anything to get too excited about, but consider the fact that every year since 1977 my poor mother has tried unsuccessfully to improve upon that masterpiece. My mom has that picture hanging in an ugly gold frame, large as life, opposite the front door in her house. It hangs there as a trophy for all to see. "My perfect little family," she says every time I follow her in the front door.

I can recall with more than a little guilt the years my mother tried to corral us into neat little two rowed formations for a photo, and the grief we all gave her. We never made it easy on her, whether it was bunny ears behind Julie's head, or Josh pinching the sensitive part on the back of my arm, or my dad's favorite, passing gas a second before the picture was snapped. From 1977 on, no picture that contained my entire family came out well. We got some nice pictures of individuals, even a group of two or three, but when any more than that were told to sit still and smile somebody inevitably messed it up.

It wasn't always our fault, in 1991 we thought for sure the curse had been broken. It was the day before my sister's wedding, and mom arranged to have the photographer at the rehearsal dinner to make a valiant attempt to break her slump. We had two additions to the family, my sister-in-law, and my soon to be brother-in-law. The introduction of these new variables increased the difficulty level considerably, but we were prepared. The photographer posed us like were modeling for the cover of Perfect Family Monthly, and we all behaved ourselves. Aunt Lucy stood by the photographer and snapped a few pictures with her Polaroid camera. After our photo shoot we gathered around Lucy's magically appearing Polaroids, which came out terribly blurry, however, our faces could be made out, and nobody was doing anything stupid. My mother was so happy she almost cried. She knew in about three weeks the professional's proofs would arrive, and she would be able to hang another perfect family portrait opposite the front door near the stairs.

I was there the day the proofs came, the pictures of the wedding were beautiful, but there were no rehearsal pictures in the package. During the phone call with the photographer to find out where they were, my mom burst into tears and hung up. "He lost the negatives," she said in a flat voice as she left the kitchen. I heard her pause by the '77 wonder picture, and then proceed upstairs. I vowed then that I would join my mother's cause and cooperate at every single photo-op.

It's been eight years since the rehearsal dinner, and a second decent portrait has yet to be taken. We've had plenty of opportunities, my wedding, Dad's retirement party, and eight Christmases. During that eight years five grandkids have arrived, and the difficulty of getting the perfect picture has increased exponentially. My mom had almost completely given up on her quest and I was not the champion of her cause I had hoped to be.

There we were the entire family together, twenty-two years after the perfect portrait was taken. There were no smiles to photograph that day. As I walked into my mother's house with my son on my hip, we stopped and starred at the portrait, and my son asked, "Who are they Daddy?" I couldn't answer him, I recognized no one. Standing over my dad's casket with my brother and sister, I could not stop thinking about the second perfect portrait my mom never got.

My mother did not make much of an appearance the day of the wake; she came downstairs for a bit, mainly to thank everyone for coming. My brother, sister and I went to her house the next day, before making the various trips to the airport. As we opened the front door we noticed immediately that the perfect portrait of 1977 was gone, and in its place was a portrait from 1995. It was the worst picture ever taken of my family. In it, my eyes are closed, my brother is leaning down to scold his misbehaving son, my sister is yawning, two grandchildren are facing away from the camera, and my dad's hand is planted squarely on my Mother's left breast. In that picture my mother is wearing the biggest smile I have ever seen. When we finally tore ourselves away from 1977's replacement, we saw that every wall was now home to at least one of our year's worth of terrible family portraits. By the stairs, 1981, where my brother was hung over and looked like hell, and my sister was frowning. Near the dinning room table was 1987 where my dad was grabbing my ears. 1990 was on the wall next to the bathroom, it was almost perfect, except for my sister-in-law's eyes were rolled back in her head, and my tongue was doing something strange. We wandered around the house for twenty minutes in silence looking at these framed portraits that had been hidden away in the attic. They were awful examples of how a family should pose for pictures, but they were perfect representations of my family. After twenty-two years my mother realized that beautiful old 1977 in its ornate gold painted frame was the mistake, in fact it wasn't a picture of her family at all

Gvardia is no second plan.
> He got denied from Corleone.

[Daniel.BM]

Hey guys I'm Daniel_GvardiaT can anyone make me a Sig?

[BlackEagle]

legend
Mike Tyson's "I 'll f**k you till you love me,bad guy!!"

>legend
>some nigg screaming around like: F*CK YOU WHITE BOY


meanwhile at Edo's house

[Ricardo.]

Congratz Daniel, I can handle it

[Candy_Mayne]

You may look at the two winners.

[Ricardo.]

Would be better if it had my name.
Should I send reports by pms or here?

[Daniel.BM]

Congratz Daniel, I can handle it

Thanks Ric

[romaty15]

Gvardia is no second plan.
> He got denied from Corleone.

its not a second plan

just give a chance

[Cofiliano]

Would be better if it had my name.
Should I send reports by pms or here?

Reports on members? PM's of course, its all explained in the first page.

[[VM]DKD_BOZZ]

Welcome back, Danny.

[Volcom]

Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name: Ikaruz
In-Game Age: 24
Age in real life: 14
List previous names you used: Leonardo_MarlenT, Jaime_Gutierrez, Ruven_GvardiaT
How long you been playing on Argonath?1 year
Do you have license and passport?Yes.
List assets you own(house,car,bizz)One house in San Fierro and one car
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who? Daniel_GvardiaT
How active are you?I play 2-3 hours in day
In which time of day, do you play(CET)? Morning , CET+1
How much criminal experience do you have? 9/10
Reasons for joining Gvardia? because gvardia its the best mafia in argonath and i only join in the best's
Your opinion on your RP knowledge?Good RP
What things are you specialized in? Rp , shooting, drive
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in: Marlen , Marques, Gvardia
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?:yes
Do you understand our rules of roleplay, dividing OOC/IC, brackets, spelling in IC chat, etc?:yes
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag?Ruven_GvardiaT
Write a decent character story, to show us how serious into RP you are.
(character story must be 500 words or more)
I was born in Bayside, my father was a fisherman and my mother sold fish.
My parents had no money to support me then I sold him into slavery to a wealthy gentleman in San Fierro, this man callable Cofilliano Gvardia.
He was everything I wanted to be.
Past 10 years was 18
You gave me the choice to live life freely and stay with it.
On a sunny day went to the supermarket and robbed me of my friends were trying to save me but all died.
I became depressed after the assault was not only the Mr.Cofilliano friends, and your family.
It was so strange not having friends or meet my parents.
The next morning I asked Cofilliano one month to go on holiday pa look for my parents, he refused because he had not worked hard over the years.
And it was me, no car nothing was going to bayside, when I've had the past two days.
I even showed a picture of them that it had saved cofilliano, all said they got rich and went to Las Venturas without wanting to know about me.
I went back to San Fierro tells the sad story my lord.
He said he loaned me a car to go to Las Venturas but I had no license, so he taught me to drive I took the letter and went to Las Venturas tried for a long timeAnd never met, I showed pictures of them, disiam ever saw them.
I went back to bayside and asked if they were sure to Las Venturas, said yes even had a letter to say it, I came back ap Las Venturas, and found my father drunk the door of a casino had lost everything I was poor again get my mother and I took them to bayside never told them it was their son.
I went back to San Fierro because the holidays were over, Cofilliano not found any, so a ransom note, I picked up a gun he had hidden the family called him, met the whole family to go save him, we follow all the steps that the note said. Begun to despair for not finding my lord, looking for days, only stopped to eat and sleep.
At each stop we found tickets to follow this game was getting stupid, but who wanted to rescue a millionaire and not ask for money so want to fight.
There was something that did not fit, but did not realize that.
Continue your search until I met him, was tied to a chair in an alley with his mouth covered, I was saved it was going to die because it was an ambush, and was not asked to run started shooting, I got him down he motioned to stop shooting.
It was just a test that was true or not.
Then he invited me to join the family, could not say no.
Happy was I had a family again, we had so much money and so many home cars.
I went to bayside again, to give money to my older relatives, inspired in him money but they asked me who I was and am Ruven said, remembering the less of me? Now I have a family that loves me no longer want to hear from you.
Take that money and live happily.

[Daniel.BM]

good luck

[Cofiliano]

I remember when both of you , and few more people, all joined at once in Gvardia. You all left together at once also. Cause of which even if you get accepted, your trial period is gonna be stricter then the other new members.

[Vincent_D]

ajT fino lepo u kurac  :roll:

Ekrem Jevric i Purasevic - Mjesecev put (official video) 2010

[Volcom]

I remember when both of you , and few more people, all joined at once in Gvardia. You all left together at once also. Cause of which even if you get accepted, your trial period is gonna be stricter then the other new members.

i exit mafia because i leaved game for a mounths because school , but sorry  : (

If you can give me second opportunity i will accept