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

[Loupidd]

s p e c t a c u l a r ss

[Dutch_Hunter]

rip that officer that stalked the convoy alone

[Mikal]

rip that officer that stalked the convoy alone

it was dm and copbait and cophunt he was just driving and u happened to go same route

[Dutch_Hunter]

it was dm and copbait and cophunt he was just driving and u happened to go same route

i was not that cop tho.

[Antonello]

[Cofiliano]

[Leon.]

Pretty sure I remember you guys making fun of me when I bought Broadway as my first car :P

[Petarda]

Pretty sure I remember you guys making fun of me when I bought Broadway as my first car :P

how to tack money the buzz

[Cofiliano]

Pretty sure I remember you guys making fun of me when I bought Broadway as my first car :P

You didnt drive it Cuban style like us, yet you went full Yankee that's why.

[Buzz]

Shooting of Gvardia movie, 2012 I believe

( The duo whose full names aren't seen were Antonio and Andrei_GvardiaT aka LilShizzle )

[Petarda]

[Ammar.]

-In-game name:
Ethan_MacTavish

-In-game age:
25

-Age in real life:
14

-List the previous names you have used:
Ammar.,Ammar_Luciano,Rick.,Rick_Araatus.,Albert_Araatus,Albert_Soprano,Ethan_Soprano

-When have you joined Argonath?:
24-6-2016

-Do you possess a license and passport?:
Yes

-Do you comprehend sufficient English?:
Sometimes No

-How active are you?:
Everyday

-During what time of the day are you active? (CET):
14:00 - 16:00

-How many times have you been banned? If any, what were the reasons?:
Never got banned

-How much criminal roleplay experience do you have?:
6 months

-Were you invited to join Gvardia? If yes, by who? (Capo or above only): Yes

-Why do you want to join Gvardia?:
For Fun

-If accepted, what will your name be with the _Gvardia(T) tag?:
Benji_Gvardia(T)

-List all the groups you've been in, and the reason(s) you've left them:
Luciano: because they were never friendly with me, Araatus: I left it because i was gonna join soprano, Soprano: I got betrayed

-Write a decent character story (500 words minimum):
The Mystic Vagabond
 was five years old when I first invoked the Moon Goddess. I wasn't a High Priestess, and Wicca was a foreign word to me. I was just a kid, taking a midnight stroll around the neighborhood with my mother.

We did that often when my father was home, screaming out in pain, and waiting for the Nyquil to take effect. Back then, the doctors sent cancer patients home to die with no more than an over-the-counter drug to deal with the physical discomfort. That night, like many nights before it, we walked.

The usual crowd was gathered around Dominick's Social Club. There were men playing dominoes and cards, challenging anyone to a game, as a young group of women, watching them, were drinking gin and tonics. I could see the Go-Go dancers, on stage, every time the door opened and closed, while a yokel was trying his hand at clever lyrics and catchy tunes on an acoustic guitar.

I loved the fast paced action of the nights and the way my mother's soft hands held mine in the sense against calamity. The rendezvous were always the same but, this night, things were different. Solemnity was whirling around in the gutters of casual litter and I loved the darker iridescences, the moments of just being.

It was then that the eye of a vagabond caught my smile. He spoke some poetic gibberish about a lover's sighs for accessible bliss, and the spirit's vulnerability when it stands before an inflexible.

My mother compared him to an idiot, minstrelling without bells, but there was something about his face. One sole face at night is an inconsistent thing, like a photograph of fate, one voice repeating, one tireless chorister, in the luster of a full moon.

"A stone never changes," he concluded.

And with that prophecy everything around me seemed to magnify. There was an odour evoking orchids and, when I looked at the moon, it had a peculiar, purple, luminous, fluttering mist, like a momentary color, where essences were changing. A cool wind was blowing, swirling about with motion and force.

I was drawn to the freshness of the moon, the freshness I found within myself.

It wasn't a transformation. It was a moment of heightened rational reasoning and knowledge, where the cool air passed into harmonious heat. My ears popped and I remember my head turning, my eyes searching the mystic vagabond out, only to find him gone.

We reason these things out later in life … the words spoken, the voices in our head … but beneath, far underneath the surface, our souls know that the nothingness has a point, and it is not beyond the process of thought, but it is a choice. Time comes and goes with silence, solemn sentences, and interior monologues.

I am now the poet, searching for other naked beings with a free spirit that will ride the cosmos with me. Our voices born from the body of the world!

[wweman14]

[Antonello]

 

[wweman14]

@Loupidd