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

[Antonio.]

I do not normally do this but I would like to say I am very impressed with the progress Gvardia has made since your status change. You gentlemen have truly made a massive turn around and create some very unique and interesting roleplays. I would fully endorse a restoration of status to your group and will recommend such to the rest of HQ. Good job and keep it up.

Thanks for the kind words.

[Drawn]

Thanks, Teddy.

[Volcom]

Keep working guys!

[Drawn]

To stop confusion, I am Sam.

[Edmund]

Great pictures, nice to see that Gvardia is still active IG, keep moving forward.

Mexican_Gvardia on pics

[George.J]

-In-game name: George.
-In-game age: 30
-Age in real life: 16
-List the previous names you have used: George_Jung, George_Hudson, [5T]George_Jung
-When have you joined Argonath?: 25/05/2015
-Do you possess a license and passport?: Both.
-Do you comprehend sufficient English?: Let's say yes.
-How active are you?: Let's say "Medium" - 1h per day or more, it depends.
-During what time of the day are you active? (CET): Depends.
-How many times have you been banned? If any, what were the reasons?: Never.
-How much criminal roleplay experience do you have?: Not that much. I have been in [5T] and Hudson. I can learn more
-Were you invited to join Gvardia? If yes, by who? (Capo or above only): No.
-Why do you want to join Gvardia?: Experience and Friendship are two main reasons.
-If accepted, what will your name be with the _Gvardia(T) tag?: Gavriil_GvardiaT
-List all the groups you've been in, and the reason(s) you've left them: 5t got closed. And Hudson, couse it's boring.
-Write a decent character story (500 words minimum):Born on May 18th, 1978 in to a rich family, George "Gavriil" Bandera had an easy upbringing in his home town of 'Santos. He was the only child, his parents deciding that one was more than enough. He was reminded regularly how lucky he was to be born into such a family, and how unfortunate it was for other children his age to not have the same good fortune. Of course, being young and naive, George never quite understood just how true this was. He had everything given to him on a silver platter. Christmases were full of gifts, birthdays were even better. The only thing he lacked was friends around him. Being the only child, he learned to find solace in his own company, and this is what his childhood consisted of until his mid-teens.

It was at the age of fourteen that George started questioning why exactly his family was so well-off. His parents never discussed their jobs with him, and it was almost an unwritten rule that he never ask, though at this age, the unknown got too much. He was curious, as any teenage boy is about his surroundings. One night, as his parents went out for a dinner date, he took it upon himself to find out more. He searched the house, including their bedroom. He found nothing, until he turned his attention to the large bookshelf. He'd seen it before of course, but never quite realised just how tall and grand it was. Examining the bookshelf more closely, he noticed there was a gap behind it, leading in to another room. This was when his mother shouted from outside the door. She'd forgotten her scarf and as she walked in to the room, noticed Clive examining the bookshelf. Her face turned to shock, then to anger and finally rested on calm. It was surprising to the young George, he expected a scalding, but instead his mother approached him, shouting down to his father. As his father joined them both in the bedroom, they gave each other a look, deciding on the next course of action without a single word needed.

His father approached the bookshelf, pulling down a lever in the form of a book and tugged open the bookshelf-door to reveal a small room behind it. Everything was plated in steel, though all he could see around him was metal cabinets and worktops. A little strange perhaps, but nothing that he could pinpoint. That was until his mother began opening up the cabinets to his left, and his father opening the lockers to his right. Inside were photo cut-outs, newspaper clippings and more shocking than anything else, an armoury. He had no idea what any of it was called, but he saw pistols, sub-machine guns, assault rifles and sniper rifles. His parents began to talk, explaining to him what exactly their jobs were. He wanted to run away. His family were freaks, they'd lied to him. Or had they? They didn't lie, they shielded the truth. And were they freaks? They had jobs, just like any other family. Except theirs' were slightly different. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for George to calm down. After this, he was ready to talk a little more seriously about his future.

That's were it began...

[Cofiliano]

Denied. Wont even waste my time finding the right picture for it. I remember your behavior and attitude today on the DD, that's not the material we're looking for.

[Stivi]

Oh and we don't take banevaders either.

[George.J]

Alright, thank your for your time.

[~Legend~]

It was fun to catch up with a few of you guys today.

[Drawn]

Same here, looking forward to spend more time with you.

[Vladislav]

[George.J]

Ah Vice City! I cant remember my last play there...

Anyway, dope screens!

[Pizza4_Games]

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[Tattler]