Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name: Giaccone.
In-Game Age: 24.
Age in real life: 14.
List previous names you used: Karl_Cuneo, Kung_fu_Karl, Callen, RastaMan, Dimitry Kovasky and more names.
How long you been playing on Argonath? Since 25th of October, 2011.
Do you have license and passport? I have.
List assets you own(house,car,bizz) One hundred dollars.
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who? -
How active are you? Three to five hours a day and more on weekends.
In which time of day, do you play(CET)? GMT + 2:00.
How much criminal experience do you have? Enough, I think.
Reasons for joining Gvardia? I used to roleplay different russian characters and I now want to develope one here, in Gvardia.
Your opinion on your RP knowledge? I think I got enough english skills to roleplay properly. 9/10.
What things are you specialized in? Long range shooting, negociating and driving.
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in: Kovasky, YMG, NBA, Mexican gangs, lot more.
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?: I did.
Do you understand our rules of roleplay, dividing OOC/IC, brackets, spelling in IC chat, etc?: I do.
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag? Giaccone_GvardiaT.
Write a decent character story, to show us how serious into RP you are.
Giaccone and Henry were tired. Giaccone had just taken a trip over to Henry's house to give him a wake-up call. He peered at his Cartiér Roadster, the brisk hand of his sleek watch showed him that it was 8 AM. Giaccone peered at Henry, and yawned as he drove up to an intersection, as Henry adjusted his cap. The two were scheduled for a bit of work today, so it was an early rise, Henry's old age and diminishing state didn't agree with this, though. "So, when are we meeting the guy, Giaccone?" Henry asked, shuffling about in his seat as every one of his thin and worn bones moaned. "We're meeting the guy when the guy calls, he said around nine or something like that," Giaccone replied, pulling out of the intersection and wheeling down towards the skate park. "Oh, okay. Well do you think we could at least stop off to get a bite to eat?" Henry smiled at Giaccone. Now, Henry's smile was something that really caught Giaccone's eye, Henry had puppy eyes and his old face made him look desperate, which Giaccone couldn't (and wouldn't) resist. So, he smiled at Henry, and handled the wheel a little more. "So, Henry, where d'ya want to go?"
Giaccone and Henry sat in Cluckin' Bell, Willowfield. Giaccone was munching on a towered breakfast meal, which consisted of fries dotted with cheese, several pieces of off-the-bone chicken and a bowl of soup that Giaccone didnt even like, but came with the meal. Giaccone peered over at Henry, and plopped his chicken in the box, scraping a piece of it off of his face. He stared at Henry, who was pecking at a piece of chicken that was too big for him. "Jesus Henry, why dont you eat much? You cant be full from that, and we got a long day," he said, as Henry looked up at him, expanding his puppy dog eyes.
"I aint as young as you anymore, Giaccone'. I cant eat a lot these days, you know? My bones dont need it like yours do, I'm already done for. I'm fifty four right now." Henry said, as he shuffled around in his seat, every bone in his frail structure moaning. Giaccone shrugged, and looked at Henry's meal, which consisted of a small pack of fries, a box of kids sized off-the-bone chicken and a bowl of soup sucked dry. "Here Henry, I want you to eat. So have something you can eat," Giaccone said, as he pushed a bowl of his own soup over to Henry. Henry eyed it up, and finished his chicken, and dug into his soup. Henry enjoyed soup, he once said it reminded him of his grandfather in Naples, who was a fruit and soup producer. Giaccone smiled, and sat back, and began to dig into his chicken. An acne ridden teenage waiter approached the table, and set a jug of water down; "Enjoying your meals, guys?" as he said this, Giaccone's phone rang. The waiter turned his attention to Henry for a verdict. Henry gave a small nod, in which Giaccone wafted his hand away to the waiter, which made him leave the tables vicinity. He stared at Henry as the phone ring grew louder, Henry looked up, as Giaccone answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Giaccone, this is your guy. The thing I got for you is all set," the man said over the phone. Giaccone nodded to Henry as an indication.
"Alright, where we gonna meet?" Giaccone said, and tried to keep his voice down as best as he could to avoid detection. Meanwhile, Henry had spilt some soup over his shirt, and Giaccone tossed him a small paper towel. "Meet me at Ocean Dock's warehouses, Warehouse number one. Five minutes, do not be late." The male put his phone down, and Giaccone nodded once more to Henry. "It's a go, Henry. Let's go." Henry had demolished his soup and a few bits of chicken scraps he had left. Giaccone stood, and threw a few notes down onto the table of the deserted resturaunt, before leaving with Henry at his side.
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