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

[TamerN99]

Spoiler for Hiden:

-In-game name: Benson.
-In-game age: 28.
-Age in real life: 18.
-List the previous names you have used: /
-When have you joined Argonath?: 2/1/2014 (But I joined long time ago in rs4) .
-Do you possess a license and passport?: Yes.
-Do you comprehend sufficient English?: Yes.
-How active are you?: 6-7 hours a day.
-During what time of the day are you active? (CET): 21:00 - -5:00/6:00AM  + -
-How many times have you been banned? If any, what were the reasons?: Never, not even a single warning.
-How much criminal roleplay experience do you have?: I can rate it 7/10
-Were you invited to join Gvardia? If yes, by who? (Capo or above only): N/A
-Why do you want to join Gvardia?: Gvardia members are friendly, I feel safe when I'm chilling with Gvardia members, when they accepted me to hang out with them, I saw how strong is the friendship between them and how much they care for each other and protect each other.
-If accepted, what will your name be with the _Gvardia(T) tag?: Benson_Gvardia(T).
-List all the groups you've been in, and the reason(s) you've left them: Stracci - shit happened on rs5 and most players went inactive, along with me. So I guess I got kicked for being inactive for long time or I left, I don't remember.
-Write a decent character story (500 words minimum): I was born on 5/7/1988 at Los Santos, I don't remember anything of my childhood. When I reached 18 years old, my father told me that it was the time to show me the serious business of the family. He took me to an abandoned area with a huge farm near it. I laughed so hard and said: "So this is the serious business of the family? farming?". My father didn't give a fuck to my question and told me to follow him. We went closer to the farm, it was a weed farm. At this time I did understand what is that serious business, he told me that he is getting old fast and will never know when the end comes. So he wanted to me to care of that family business and to keep it secret. How do you sell all that weed? He said that he only work with The Gvardia Family, I asked why, He told me that they are trusted and they buy for a good price. He took me later to a friend house. He said that I should learn how to handle a gun, I said why the fuck I would need a gun. He told me that we live in a dirty city, and I will not be able to survive without a gun, I accepted to learn how to handle a gun. My father's friend was the one who taught me how to use a gun, he was a weapons dealer that works only with mafias and well-known dirty businesses families. I had to go to his house to train in his big training yard for a month, I even mastered the sniper. He was very impressed. After one year, my father told me that I have to start making deals with our buyer. He told me to always have a gun with me on deals to avoid being a victim for other families or for the cops. I accepted that, and I started making deals with the Gvardia Family. After few days, on my to our weed field I saw six black vehicles going on the other way back to the city. I started to worry as it was the first time I see these vehicles near the field. I drove faster and faster. When I reach the weed field, I was shocked. My father was bleeding to death and the weed field was cleared by unknown mafia. My dad last word was to trust Gvardia only. After a 4 years of my father's death, I got a phone call, it was my father's friend who taught me how to handle a gun. He wanted to meet me somewhere. When we met, he asked me if I would like a one day job for a huge amount of money, the job was to kill someone. It was my first kill, I was afraid to kill him in the first time, but later I went and I killed him. I went to my father's friend and told him that I killed him, he asked me if I knew him, I said now. He said he is the one who killed you father. I asked how he'd know, he said that he get much information when he sell weapons around. After three I had a deal with the Gvardia family, in that deal, I told them I want to be with you. They told me that my father was a very good man and trusted man. They wanted me to show them that I'm trusted like my father. So I'm still working with them, they protect me from cop, FBI or even the other families and I help them in their dirty work.

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[Silvester]

A troublemaker from Blueberry 

[Buzz]

crap song

[Hevar.]

Gvardia victory theme song

[Pete]

haha

[Silvester]

Hevar i laugh so much hahahahahahha

[Jairo.]

Gvardia victory theme song

OH MA GAD

[Aca]

 

[neriionz]

Gvardia victory theme song

dat song, it's a boy or a girl? lol

[Antonello]

dat song, it's a boy or a girl? lol

Boy like a girl, gay xD

 

   

[Djinn]

New achievements...

Now the question is... what type of office is this? * evil laugh *

[neriionz]

New achievements...

gratz bro!

[Djinn]

gratz bro!

ty bro!

[Djinn]

Gvardia victory theme song

you mean this one

[Mr.Adam]

-In-game name: Mr.Adam
-In-game age: 27
-Age in real life: 15
-List the previous names you have used: None Mr.Adam suites me.
-When have you joined Argonath?: 2015
-Do you possess a license and passport?: Yep.
-Do you comprehend sufficient English?: Sure, I do.
-How active are you?: Not much but let's see.
-During what time of the day are you active? (CET): Gonna get my activity back.
-How many times have you been banned? If any, what were the reasons?: Not once.
-How much criminal roleplay experience do you have?: Not much was a business man but still used to do illegal.
-Were you invited to join Gvardia? If yes, by who? (Capo or above only): No.
-Why do you want to join Gvardia?: Because of it's Loyalty and brotherhood and a nice activity.
-If accepted, what will your name be with the _Gvardia(T) tag?: Adam_GvardiaT
-List all the groups you've been in, and the reason(s) you've left them: Luciano kicked by Cena
-Write a decent character story (500 words minimum):My father’s name was Donald and my mother… Well let’s skip this part. My father was indeed a great man, he was tough and mentally strong. For him? There were no such things as mind tricks. He had his own business, I never really realized what it was about since he kept quiet every time I asked… A beautiful and sunny day, I arrived home from school, after my arrival my father used to take me to the woodland so we could hunt some rabbits, at first I couldn’t hit one but by the time I started to get all of them, at that day I didn’t hear the engine starting, that’s when I realized something was wrong. As I step into the kitchen I see his body on the floor, he was murdered.
Mexico was a great place but I had to move on… Got myself into a container from Mexico to San Andreas in 2004 and arrived in the beginning of ’05, during the journey I had to feed myself with raw meat, it was tough.
My first breath in San Andreas wasn’t that good, arrived at Ocean Docks in Los Santos and saw lots of truckers, warehouses and mainly, pollution. I didn’t appreciate that view at first, Mexico was such a pacific place… I quickly caught a taxi and got somewhere else, as far as I remember the taxi driver left me at Rodeo, Los Santos.  My main goal at that moment was to find a place to stay… With a few bills I had brought from Mexico, bought an apartment near the hospital in Los Santos, more precisely in Market.
Later on, I was looking for a job around the town and that’s when I get in an alley… Few moments later some Hispanic guy approaches and asks me if I’m new in town. I barely spoke English, however I had English classes back in Mexico and I could understand what he was saying, I responded “Yes I’m new around” and that’s when he brings me to his friends, at that time, they were scaring the shit out of me… They took me to a crib with a strange smell, nowadays I realize it was hashish. In a need of money I had to start dealing drugs and complying in murders and robberies. Later met some more Mexicans and started to get along with them, left the Hispanics and the street drug dealing and started to deal with large amounts.
Recently moved to San Fierro and a new chapter in my life is about to begin, Mexicans got all arrested and I had to leave the town. Life’s hard but I’m harder, no one can stop me, neither god. Ending up life in Mexican is indeed a dream, but first I still have more than 10 years of service to get done.