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

[Eugene]

5th December? hehe, that's my birthday

STFU!!! ME TOO :DDDD

[panatha]

Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name:Panatha_Verona
In-Game Age:20
Age in real life:16
List previous names you used:no
How long you been playing on Argonath?almost a year
Do you have license and passport?yes both
List assets you own(house,car,bizz)i own a house at ls(value:540k)(sabre sold)and a binco shop at sf paradiso
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who?Kosta_Gvardia told me to join
How active are you?I play every day for over 3hours per day
In which time of day, do you play(CET)?any time
How much criminal experience do you have?a lot
Reasons for joining Gvardia?i like this mafia and i wanna join
Your opinion on your RP knowledge?i know how to rp
What things are you specialized in?
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in:Ruiz,Verona
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?:Yes
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag?idk yet i think Panatha_GvardiaT but i may change name to Panagiotis_GvardiaT

[Ness]

Gvardia Mob Application
In-Game Name:Panatha_Verona
In-Game Age:20
Age in real life:16
List previous names you used:no
How long you been playing on Argonath?almost a year
Do you have license and passport?yes both
List assets you own(house,car,bizz)i own a house at ls(value:540k),i own a shity sabre:p and a binco shop at sf paradiso
Were you invited to join Gvardia, by who?Kosta_Gvardia told me to join
How active are you?I play every day for over 3hours per day
In which time of day, do you play(CET)?any time
How much criminal experience do you have?a lot
Reasons for joining Gvardia?i like this mafia and i wanna join
Your opinion on your RP knowledge?i know how to rp
What things are you specialized in?
List previous mafias/gangs/clans you've been in:Ruiz,Verona
Have you read ALL Gvardia Mob rules?:Yes
If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag?idk yet i think Panatha_GvardiaT but i may change name to Panagiotis_GvardiaT

forgot the story.... see what i mean?

[panatha]

i didnt understand what i hgave to write on story

[Cofiliano]

i didnt understand what i hgave to write on story

Read on page 1 other character storys, that will give you a clue.

[panatha]

u mean that u want me to tell u thinks that i have done?:i have kidnap many guys with verona and ruiz.Today i kidnap with some gvardia ,diablos and other members guys but we fail..nvm ..I have rp a lot cause i am on this server for over 9 months so if u want to know about me accept me:p

[Stealth_Killer]

If accepted, what will your name be with _GvardiaT tag?idk yet i think Panatha_GvardiaT but i may change name to Panagiotis_GvardiaT

You greek ? Ante, efxome a mpis stin Gvardia !!!!!

[panatha]

yes greek lol kai egw t elpizo:p

[Ness]

panatha, you basically have to make up an RP story of your life IG, you can make anything up, even if it didn't even happen

[panatha]

like what i saw the first 10 pages but noone had writen a story:(

[Robert Wilson]

I am having some serious problems in my family and regarding my studies I will be inactive for 2-3 weeks perhaps  :roll: But I will come on forums tho.
Bye.

[Marting_Riggs]

I am having some serious problems in my family and regarding my studies I will be inactive for 2-3 weeks perhaps  :roll: But I will come on forums tho.
Bye.

Dont say bye say AFK for 2-3 weeks cause you not leaving Gvardia  :razz:


guys i just got some really really sad news 

i got to Leave SAMP my mom is moving 4 hours away from my dad so i won't be able to play my dad is going to try and buy me a computer in March i will return then but for now it is bye bye 

my last day is Friday maybe even saturday so if i own any of your property come in-game i know i am holding Cofi's SF gym so i need some one to take it

and i am not giving away any of my money so don't ask

i will maybe go to internet cafe's if i get a job to afford it

anyway i will still be on msn

i wish i didn't have to leave

[Cofiliano]

Dont say bye say AFK for 2-3 weeks cause you not leaving Gvardia  :razz:


guys i just got some really really sad news 

i got to Leave SAMP my mom is moving 4 hours away from my dad so i won't be able to play my dad is going to try and buy me a computer in March i will return then but for now it is bye bye 

my last day is Friday maybe even saturday so if i own any of your property come in-game i know i am holding Cofi's SF gym so i need some one to take it

and i am not giving away any of my money so don't ask

i will maybe go to internet cafe's if i get a job to afford it

anyway i will still be on msn

i wish i didn't have to leave

Good Luck Joe, fix up your life, then rest of things, SAMP can srsly wait. Once again GL mate.
PS-About the GYM we talk on MSN, just nudge me, since i am allways on apear offline status( thnx spamers ).

[Eugene]

like what i saw the first 10 pages but noone had writen a story:(

here:

Character Stories

Eugene Gvardia
Founder, Underboss
Growing up in Moscow, as a child, things seems easy and always interesting. As I got older I realized there is much more to world and its opportunities then I know. It became harder as a teenager, struggling in life just to get by. Parents were poor, and with very low financial income. So at the age of 16, I had to get out there and find a way to make money for a living. Applied for couple of jobs, but with not very good background, I didn't get hired anywhere. So I did side jobs at warehouses, loading and unloading trucks, wasn't making enough money for food and clothes. At age 17, I got introduced to selling marijuana, crack, and heroin. I started off with small amounts, and I was making decent money, I thought this where it all is. Also started doing dirty jobs with some hooligans for local small time mafia leaders. As time passed by, I decided why not gather my old buddies and start working for myself, and not some old stinky rich men. Eventually got my crew of childhood buddies and started doing large business. Was doing large drug deals and smuggling cars, then got in some deep shit with local Chechen Bratva. Shit got so deep that it caused me to pack up my shit and move out of the country Which made me move to the land of opportunities; USA, United States of Argonath. When I arrived at new land, it was difficult to get use to it. After a year of being alone, I meet one Serbian immigrant who fled his country for a better future, somewhat like myself. After some time, we really got to know each other, and became good friends. As the right time came, we formed a crew of local hooligans who were Joe Barzini, and Hell Jones. There was one more guy, whose name was Jamal Tyson, but everyone just called him 'Killar', people say he use to be 'gangster' with from some Los Santos hood called 'Grove St'. We found a nice place in Queens, San Fierro, we bought it and moved there. Now we are trying to expand our Empire, we call ourselves The Gvardia Family.



Milos Gvardia
Don's Adviser
I was born in a Las Ventures, in very rich family name Collier. My nationality was Serbian. My name is Milos, and I lived with Dad, my mom and sister in nice villa in Las Ventures. When I was 19 years old, I start working in my Dad's casino as dealer. My dad was rich and very good in all type of business. But, he start doing something else, drug dealing. Me, my sister and mom, walked into a bedroom and we saw him smuggling drugs. When my dad saw us, he opened locker and pull out Desert Eagle. He killed my mum and then sister. But he didn't kill me, then he told me "Will you join me and live? or you will die like your mother and sister!'' He left bedroom. In that moment all my hopes and inspiration in this city are gone. In morning I picked up all my clothes and called a taxi. I told Taxi driver "To Vank Hoff Hotel, San Fierro''. When we come to Vank Hoff Hotel, I unpacked my clothes and started looking for some job in new town. While looking for job, I meet a guy my nationality, Cofiliano. He was very good person, he found me some nice job in his casino as dealer, and rented me a hotel room. After some time he had meeting with a guys named Eugene, David 'Hell' Gaff, Joe Barzini, and Jamal 'Killar' Tyson. They had idea to make their own Empire, The Gvardia Family. Sometime after that we found a nice place in Queens, San Fierro, we bought it and moved there.



Hell Gvardia
Co Founder, Underboss
Born in Las Ventures, David 'Hell' Gaff had a natural dream to run with the biker gangs. His father was leader of South Side Choppers and when he was old enough he became leader. Wreaked havoc on the streets of Los Santos and Las Ventures. When the F.B.I had enough evidence, they brought SSC down and David had a court trial. It was not over for him though, he was broken out of prison by the contacts and friends he made while running SSC. The SM boys, Barzini Mafia and Grove Street Families were all good friends. So they busted David out, then he had to use a cover name so he choose to use codename 'Hell'. Then a meeting occurred and Gvardia San Fierro Mob was born.



Luke Gvardia
Street Mobster
We were walking on the Groove St. 3 of us. Andrey, Stepan, and lastly me, Nik "Luke" Grant. The three of us were like brothers. We grew up in the same neighbor hood. Sometimes we lived in each others houses. It was the life, until Andrey and I turned 16. A black Huntley pulls up to us. We noticed that it wasn't somebody from the street. The windows were tinted to 5% so it was hard to see who it really was. The window opens and everything goes to Adrenaline mode. An SMG comes out of the window and starts to shoot at Andrey. Bullets were flying in slow motion. They hit him in the chest and arm. Blood splattered all over his white shirt. The window pulls up and the Huntley drives away. I manage to look at the license plates. It said: C-Hunt. I knew it was the Corleone mafia. Unaware of what could have caused this, I quickly pull out my HTC Touch Pro and make a dial for 911. Cops came. We were questioned. None of this made any sense. One of the FBI agents gives me his card and leaves on a helicopter to their headquarters.

"Dude, we got to join the good side, I am tired of all these killings in Los Santos."  said Stepan as he walks off to the Premier we had parked in front of our houses.
"No. You can do that, I am going to get revenge on those Corleone bast**ds." I said in an avenged tone.
Stepan joined the free cop squad and worked really hard to make his money.
I decided to take a better road. Drugs.
*Ring Ring* I look on the caller Id, its some unknown number. I pick it up and answer, "Hello".
"This is Daemon Blair, an FBI Agent. I have a job for you."
"What kind of job?"
"A gang type, we heard about your friend, Andrey. I am really sorry about that."
"Its fine. So what's the job?"
"We give you 2000 Argonath Dollars. You go to a guy named Eugene. You buy drugs from him. But the in the same time, you stall him and we arrest him. If you manage to do this right, we will pay you a really good amount."
"How much?"
"100,000 Argonath Dollars."
"Okay, I'll take it."
"Good, we will have a private car come for you in a few minutes. Good bye."
I hang up. 100,000. Thats more then selling drugs at a really high price, for 5 years. I was lucky.
A black Premier pulls up. The windows are tinted. A window rolls down, "Nicholas Grant?"
"Yes."
"Come with us. We are the FBI."
I get inside the car. They drive off. I notice the SPAS-12 on the seat next to me. We pull up to the FBI HQ.
"Nicholas Grant. How great it is to see you, Here is your money. Here is the number, you call him and tell him to meet at the Grove St. Safe house. Tell him you want 2k worth of drugs. Got it?"
"Yes."
"Good, now here is the keys to an Cheetah. Here is 500 dollars, go get yourself some new clothes to look good."
I walk to the Cheetah. Quickly as possible, I drive to the clothing store call Victim and pick a green shirt Abercrombie shirt with dark blue Levi's jeans. I change and get my Blackberry Bold out.
I punch in the number and call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, my name is Luke Grant, I want to buy some drugs."
"How much?"
"two thousand worth of drugs"
"Okay, where do you want to meet?"
"Groove St, In a white house"
"Okay, meet me there in 20 minutes."
"Got it. Bye."
I get out of Victim and walk up to the Cheetah. This car is FAST. I quickly go from 0 to 80 in 3 seconds. Passing  through all the streets in a flash. I make it to the Groove St and drive up to the house. A white Sultan was on the side walk. It was Eugene.
I walk to the door and get inside.
"Hurry up, Luke, can't you see I am a very busy man."
In front of me stands a built black man in a leather jacket. It was Eugene.
"Okay, here is 2,000"
I hand him the cash and press a the button 7 on my Blackberry, causing the secret alarm to the feds.
"Oops."
I drop some drugs and make them spill over the floor.
"Here let me help you with that." Said Eugene.
"So can you tell me what do you do for a living?" I asked.
"I work for the family called Gvardia. We buy and sell drugs and do a bunch of other services."
I hear the sirens outside.
"You tricked me, you f-ing bast**d!"
Eugene runs out of the door and gets inside his Sultan. He drives off and takes a short cut to the interstate.
2 FBI Ranches come. A helicopter and also a Barack full of military men. All armed with M4's.
A helicopter lands right on the road.
Daemon Blair walks out.
"Secure all bases. Lock all roads! NOW!" He screams as giving orders.
"Blair, Im sorry. I lost him."
"What the F**K are you thinking, Nicholas? We almost had one of the most wanted person of Argonath! And you lost him!"
"I said I was sorry"
"Sorry doesn't cut it. You are free now."
He walks to the helicopter and looks at me the last time.
"If I see your f**king face ever again, I swear I will shoot you!"
The helicopter flies off and the FBI Ranches drive off. All the other men are walking back to the FBI HQ.
*RING RING* The caller id says: Eugene Gvardia.
"Yes?"
"Its okay, kid. Sh*t happens to all of us daily. How about you join us?"
"The Gvardia?"
"Yes. We are powerful and you will become rich."
"Sure. I want to join."
"Okay, come to Queens, San Fierro."




Carnage Gvardia
Underboss
'When I was young'
Well were do I begin my life aint been a good one yet I couldn't ask for anything else growing up in the streets of N.Ireland is a good way to get tough after all you were all ways fighting over your religion "Catholics" and "Protestant" this war continues every day. at the age of 16 I moved to liberty city and got into a life of crime involving death drugs and theft. I got involved in a gang called "El Diablo" in other word the devils sons. I was 17 at the time young not a care in the world until "that night".

'That Night'
We were sent out to steal a gold Huntley from a man in the hills. it was midnight and usually we would set the place on fire to give it the feeling that hell has come to your home. we got the car and we burnt the house but then I watched the news. the news reporter said " this is a tragic day for all of us here at liberty city a baby at the age of 12 months was killed in a house fire in the hills. the CCTV footage show the "EL Diablo" could of been involved." after that night I packed up my bags and went to start anew in the land of San Andreas.

'San Andreas'
While I was in the "El Diablo" I was giving the name Carnage but my real name is Dean. I decided to drop the name. and then I left for San Andreas. as I was leaving my friend Kody came with me we boarded the plane and started our lives all over again. me and Kody have been friends our whole lives we lived in Ireland together and we moved to LC with each other. now we're going to San Andreas. we landed and we were in the town of Los Santos with no house no job and only 10 thousand in cash. we went to a motel in Jefferson and we were living in peace for about 5 months. then we were getting low on cash. so I decided to go out and look for work. I was working in a 24/7 for a while and I was left to lock up after my shit was over. I was close in up and locked the fuel pumps.  and started to walk home. then a car speed past me at about 40 MPH I saw were it was heading and I followed it I was running but keeping myself stealth. I didn't want to get into trouble with these people it stopped at Ganton and 3 people got out they went by the name of Jim Rix and Joey they were part of a street gang called "GSF" grove street families.

'GSF'
They were quite freighting strapped to the bone with weapons and armour. and there "hood" was filled with cars. this reminded me of my time in LC but I never wanted to go back to that. as I went to turn around I heard someone behind me cock a deagle it was a man that went by the name of "KILLAR" he shouted at me " what do you want" I replied with " nothing I was just passing by" then I ran off. as I was sleeping that night I couldn't help but think about that street gang and that if I could find away to gain their trust I wouldn't need to think about money ever again. I told Kody about this and he said that we should try it. they next day I was going past the graveyard and came across this big building with a garden full of tennis courts and cars. there were about 30 people and they were part of 3 different gangs "Cems" "Stracci" "Corleone"  complete Rivals to "GSF" I noticed the green van that was there it was a call belonging to the GSF boys. I knew that if I got that van I would gain their trust. I looked to Kody and told him about this so we ran as fast as we could got into the van and stole it. I drove that thing as fast as it would go 4th gear 60 MPH around a corner. I was being chased by people in purple cars. I floored the accelerator and got that van to Ganton. I jumped out and shouted to Joey " here you can thank me later" he told his leader Rix and he called me and told me to come to Ganton " grove" I took Kody with me and Rix said. "what you done was brave and it will be rewarded and probly everyone thinks you with us so now you are consider you selves as grove street members. life there was great. drugs and fast cars. that is when I earned enough cash to buy my first car "the slamvan" after a good 10 months at the gang things started to get better I had met good friends I met this man called Cofiliano and when I was with him I gained trust and friendship. then things started to get strange I wouldn't of seen members around the hood as much and at that time I decided to leave the grove street families.

'A Road of my Own'
I decided to bring back the name carnage when I was in GSF but now I was on my own. Kody went back to LC because his mother has taking ILL I was on my own for sure. I kept in contact with the friends that I had. and after a while I found myself a heroin addict. and again I blew all my money and then I had to sell my car. so now I as an addict and broke as a joke. so then I just vanished for a while I was gone for 2 months and in that time I got clean. and got my life back in track and I also heard that Cofiliano had started his own mafia "Gvardia" San Fierro's main power. then I know what I wanted to do with my life I was going to get myself in there.

'Gvardia'
After I got back onto the street and my life in check I decided to hall a cab over to SF and I used the money I had to live in a hotel room. I had went to the Gvardia HQ and there I saw that Killar was there and so was Joey. I thought to myself that I will like this. I went over and asked Joey if Cofiliano was around Joey said he was in his office. I went inside the big building. looked around for the office and when I found it I took a deep breath. I knocked 3 times and then I heard him " Come in" I entered the room and he greeted me with a hand shake and asking were I have been. I told him that I was getting my life back in check and now that I have I asked if there is a possibility that I could join his mafia. He smiled and said well first you will have to prove yourself. I thought to myself I will show him I can do this. after weeks of training I finally done it I made it into Gvardia and all my friends are here. then I met this young fella called Joe. he was quite the player he had a flashy car and by the looks of it a lot of cash. I walked up to him and introduced myself. he said " yeah just another trainee you will be out in no time" I thought to myself that I should probably leave him alone. then I made it to full rank and became a Lt  and at that time I think Joe started to show me some respect we started talking getting drunk together. the kind of stuff that me and Kody would do I saw him as my best friend. then I started to mingle with the rest of the group got to no Eugene really well and not to mention Raykaza we were the most Dominant force in the whole of San Andreas. but with good times also come hard times

'The Hard Times'
As I would guess everyone has hard times, but Gvardia suffered a lot of them. that would be members leaving I thought to myself I'm never going to leave this place no matter what then more members started leaving I thought that it was all over then my Cofi insured us that it will get better we just have to wait it out we all worked hard on getting new members into our mafia and we did it was all going good again. we were getting back to the way it was just a few months before.

'Back On Track'
We all started getting back on track I finally bought me a car again my lovely merit and I had reached the Capo rank. I thought nothing can get better than this boy was I wrong. we started getting things done faster and 2 new mafias moved into San Andreas. and of course they want to wipe out Gvardia there was one occasion that really keeps me happy we were at the HQ and one of the mafia's come and tell us that they rule San Fierro and told us to get out and Cofi laughed and said " Have you met Saint Peter. I think you will like him. he ripped out his combat and shot him to death. then we all were in combat bullets flying everywhere I took cover behind a wall and looked up to see that Joe was shot. I ran over to him but as I reached him a bullet whizzed past me. I looked up and my enemy was standing in front of me he told me not to move I looked at him for about 3 seconds and then I jumped back and took out my deagle and shot. the bullet hit him right in the head and he fell to his death. I went over to Joe insured him that he will be alright. I took him to the hospital and he got stitched up. and was back on his feet in a couple of days. Gvardia ruled again and after a few more months I was promoted again to the highest rank anyone can reach. "Chief of security" I don't take this job lightly and I'm grateful for it. and now I decided it was time to get a house. I bought me a nice little home just beside the HQ and now I was in control. I was one of the most thankful people in the world.

Today...
Now I'm still in Gvardia and have taking my job to the full as I can now helping Joe with training our members and what not. as I write this I say that "I will always fight for Gvardia" I'm never going to leave this place I will die a mafia member.

this is a memo signed by
Carnage Gvardia, underboss.....





Kraven Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
Street Life
It was another hot day in Liberty City, gangs all over dealing dope to one another. Kraven just sits on the stoop watching these Street Hamsters going at each other. Dice games all over the street, Kraven decides to go in and win a little bit of money. He walks down the street and throws down $500 and rolls the dice, Boow a 7. Kraven goes to pick up the money when a gangster walks over saying "Hey Thug, I be feelin you playin us." Kraven turns to the kid who's maybe 18 years old, and spits on his shoes. Kraven then turns around and walks away stuffing the cash in his pocket. gangster yells at him saying "Your gonna pay for this, you're gonna wish you never stepped into Liberty City."

Sleep? Never.
Its about midnight Kraven laying on his cot in his small room he bought. he jerks up due to a loud "Pop" outside his place and hears Screaming. Kraven Reaches into his Dresser and pulls out a 9mm, cocks it and gets on the other side of the door, peers outta the window. He sees 8-10 Gangbangers all strapped to the T, with illegal weapons. Kraven Holsters his 9mm, and Dives under his bed and pulls out his beloved AK-47, Hasn't been used Since back when he was in the KGB, to protect The Soviet's. He realized he had only half a clip left for his AK. Next thing he hears his a Pipe bomb blowing in his door and throws him out of his window. He Fires back into his house with what's left of his ammo, he hears a few shrieks of pain come from inside his place. He drops his AK and Starts to run, no clue where he is headed. He is stuck out on the Street nowhere to go, he reaches into his pocket and finds the cash he put in his jacket, he mutters "Just enough for a New beginning...."

The New beginning
Kraven finds himself now at Los Santos International, in the State of San Andreas. he gets a clean job as a Driver, makes some cash he needed. He just wasn't making enough, in the Ghetto Slums there were still gangbangers shooting up the place. Kraven eventually found some people he got into with. He stayed around Los Santos, renting a Room at a nice Hotel. he did Jobs for people for more cash, ended up getting into the Drug Trade. he started off with Marijuana, then worked into Heroin. He still wasn't making enough to have a good life though. He ended up joining a Italian Mob, worked for them as a Soldier. He would help with kidnappings, raids, robberies. Started to deal Guns for very cheap prices. Then the Mob started to fight among each other, word of a Rat was sweeping the Family like the Swine Flu.

FBI, No..Forever Bother Italians..Should be Russians
Yes there was a Rat in the Mob, but nobody could figure it out. Kraven found himself hanging with the wrong people. The Rat ended up bringing down the Family, took Kraven into custody. Kraven Spent 4 years in San Andreas State Prison. There he ended up contemplating cleaning up his lifestyle. He disagreed with that choice, the Mafia was his life. He ended up getting paroled for a unknown reason 5 years sooner then what he should have been. He never figured out who it was that gave him back his freedom. The last week in State Prison a guy walks up to him, the guy looks Kraven in the face and says in his ear "Remember Me?". The guy was the gangster from Liberty City...Kraven ended up getting Shanked close to 27 Times in the Chest and stomach area.

Would I die? Never, I'm Russian..
He woke up in the Hospital with doctors and a few police around him. Kraven asks "How long have I been out?". One of the Nurses answer him, "Maybe about 2 weeks, give or take.". Kraven sits up feeling a sharp pain going through his abdomen and his chest. He relaxes and lifts up his shirt, he notices that there aren't many scars there. Nurse says "You are free to go, you've been stable for the past week.". The Nurse walks out of the room and a cop says "You know the guy who did this to you?". Kraven responds "Yes, I've met him a few times throughout my life. Why?". The Cops glares into his eyes as if trying to figure out What Kravens thinking, "Its because the Guards at The prison Found him in Pieces in his Cell, His Cell was...locked." Kraven smirks and gives a slight laugh and gets up and walks out of the room. He Then goes to the Bank and withdraws most of his savings he had saved. Drops by a bar, and orders a mixed Drink. He then Decides to start one more time...To Start where he was Born...San Fierro





Stealth Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
The Beginning...
Pavlov Petrekov life was a simple one: Good paid job, nice house, a $85.000 car and his beloved wife. He everyday went to work, returned home and having fun with his friends and wife. But one day was different...
4th March 1991: Hitler's birthday... Pavlov was going to hang out with his friends, 5 in total and left his wife in the safety of the house to rest. At about midnight he returned home and found his car burned! He ran inside to find out if his Natasha was ok... She wasn't... He found her dead in their bed, raped. When he pulled himself together he noticed a note on the flood: 'We were here, and we will find YOU'. The note had the symbol of Nazis. In his anger he burned the note. He then realized he needed it to give it to police, but it was too late... For the next week he kept hiding away from his friends, away from anyone who knew. One day he saw on the news, through a shop glasswall the police report: Pavlov Petrekov is wanted for murder! Then he remembered.. He left his fingerprints all over the house! Then he found a friend of his and asked him a favor: 'Fly me to San Andreas!'

A new start...
When he arrived in San Andreas he was exhausted and he wanted some rest.. But searching his pockets found only 3 things... His wallet containing $150.000, his phone and his Smith & Wesson 6904 pistol with silencer. He left behind his ID card... So he found a cheap house in Los Santos, and shaved, looking unrecognizable... He didn't knew no one and nobody knew him there... He was still wearing his black Armani with his shiny Rayban from the day his life restarted... He learned the culture over there, forgetting everything which connected him and his country... One day as he sleeps he awakes up and hears gangster talking... He listens and learns that they going to kill him for disrespecting their territory... He calculates that there about 2 or 3 persons. He takes off his pistol which had under the pillow and starts running throughout the door. He surprise them and quickly shoots them on the legs, so he won't kill them.. But one takes of his AK47 and pops the one tire of his rented car and wounds his shoulder by another bullet. He drives until Red County which because of the bleeding he faints and crashes onto a tree. A few days later he wakes up, in a hospital. There he asks a doctor what happened. The doctor answers that he was transferred into another town San Fierro. He stayed in the hospital, with none knowing him... Then one day he got an idea, and told himself: 'My name will be Stealth, Stealth Viller! Indeed, he was like stealth! None knew him and nobody cared for him. So he then registered in the local City Hall as Stealth Viller and got a new ID...

Meeting his future...
One day he found a letter in his mailbox. He opened it and there was a letter. He though where that was from. He opened it and he saw it... The Nazi symbol again... He got scared, threw the letter down and hide under his table. After a while he returned back in his feet and read the letter: 'We found you...' He panicked and wanted to die! Bu then he remembered something..: One day as he was walking down the street he heard two civilians talking about a Mob which warranties safety without being in trouble, in case of something goes wrong. So he considered and went for a walk... he asked and found a high ranked member of the mod, called Eugene... He begged him and then he (Eugene) told him (Stealth) that he could safely be a part of them. So, he called himself Stealth Gvardia!!!. San Fierro...





Strah Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
Hard life...and unlucky infantry learned him one main lesson of life...only the strongest will survive...
He was born in the time when poorness was way of life. That poorness rise hunger for material richness, and when it comes like that, life become very cheap and nobody cares about morality.
As a child, he was already feel that brutality of life on his skin. He grown up on streets...the Jirecekova street was his another home.
Years has pasted, anarchy grown up and raised with him. He finished his high school, and future is in front of him... "Future? What future...?", after that words he fall asleep, hoping that he will wake up tomorrow...
Its morning, he woke up...
Sunny rays woke him up... When he get up from bad, he went to the window...
What he saw was usual sight. Kids playing on dirty lawn, full of broken glasses, paper, and trash from demolished trashcans... He saw his mates hanging up on some entrance to another building, laughing, drinking beer...Looks like they having good times. How ironical...
But...something else advert him...
Sun never been brighter like today...
His mind become clearer now, like the sky on this day and thoughts become more brighter than ever.
He wanted to change something, to do something with his life, to give himself a chance to breathe with full lungs...
"This day is that day! I am born again!", he shouts..
He overturn his house, and take all money what he finded. Not too much...500 Euros...
"That would be enough", after that, he run on stair, and run to the street like he is running away from something. And he really does...
Life what he know become his past, and he is feeling so live, like never in his life.
"Taxi!!!",He called taxi, and taxi stopped at Jirecekova No.1 street, "To the Airport, please"...
Taxi Driver: "Where are you going sir? On vacation?"
After few secs pause, he answered him...
Strahinja: "I am going to America!"
When those words come out, he felt some adrenalin rush in his blood..
Taxi Driver: "America?!"
Strahinja: "Yes!"
Taxi Driver: "Ha ha ha! Are you kidding me? What r you going to do in America young boy?"
Well...that is the same question what he asking himself over and over...
"Why America? Why today? Why me?!", he thinks...
No answer on that questions...there is something else what made him to do that..."Some ppl calling that instinct, but I am calling it "I-am-sick-of-this-shit"!"
Strahinja: "...only God knows", he whispers...
After 30 min riding in silence, with nervousness in the air, and thoughts who are trying to call his sense, he arise at Airport...
Strahinja to Taxi Driver: "Thank you, and keep the change"
Taxi Driver: "I wish you a luck young man!"
Strahinja whispers "I will need that luck..."
Strahinja entered at Airport, and keep walking to the woman on reception...
Woman: "Good day sir"
Strahinja: "Hello"
Woman: "Where do you want to go sir?"
Strahinja: "One way ticket to America, pls"
Woman: "Ok, which city?"
Strahinja: "...San Fierro.."
Woman: "Ok. Your name sir?"
"New life...new me?", he thinks..."I want the name who will remind me on my past, my future, what I was , and what I just become...I made it, fear of my unknown destiny is gone...I am making my destiny form now! No fear...no regret...just me!"
Strahinja: "...Call me Strah (Fear)"
Woman: "Ok Mr. Strah, your sign here, and you are free to go"
He signs...this is a point of no return...
Woman: "Thank you sir. Have a nice flight"
Strahinja: "Thank you..."
Speaker: "All passengers to San Fierro fight can board to plane"
Strahinja smiles... "Here we go...", that were last words what he said before he wake up at SF airport...
.........





Jeremy Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
It was 1981, when I flew into the city of Los Santos, I had nothing on me but a gun, some money, all I knew was, this place was a ticket to freedom, I got into a taxi and I told him to take me though los Santos, and then I noticed a gun in opposite seat of him. I told him to stop, but he locked the doors and said : "Sit tight,, we're almost there" I asked,: "Where are we going!?" "The boss is expecting you," "ME?! what the hell did I do!?, I just flew in from liberty city!" "Exactly," he lit up a cigarette and puffed the smoke in my face, Then all of a sudden, police lights flashing from the back, a sudden sign of relief. the man pulled over, then the officer came out, with his hand on his holster, he comes up to the driver's window, "License and registration please", I try to get the officers attention by waving my hands around, or trying to open the door, I was beginning to wonder if this was a set up to. the driver hid the gun, and the officer walked back to his car to check the license, the driver looked back and winked at me and smiled. after the so called, "routine pull over" I finally get the guts to ask who the man is "Who are you anyway?" "Someone," "Now shut up and sit tight" I was worried, could these be the guys I owed back from Liberty city?. Then I just remembered I had a small PPK in my back left pocket, I tried to reach for it, but he picked up his gun and said "I wouldn't try that if I were you kid" he was right, so I unloaded it and threw it to the front seat, but with 1 bullet in the chamber, I kept the pistol. we kept driving, until we got to the airport of San Fierro, Easter Basin, he drove up to a small jetliner, a shamal. Then 2 men came up to the car, opened the door up, and tried to drag me out. I refused, screamed, yelled, kicked, anything to keep them from getting' their hands on me. I finally gave up, as it was impossible to stay in that car. they knocked me out, all I remember was, seeing a group of men in tuxedos coming out of the jet, I woke up in a limo, one guy offered me a drink, I turned to my left, the man said "Welcome to San Fierro Jeremy!", This man, told me who ruled what, Gvardia owned San Fierro, Corleone and Stracci owned LS, Montana owned LV. I meant, I though all this time they were going to shoot me. they gave me an imported passport and a license to start out with, they gave me a little apartment room, with the only vehicle as a dirt bike. they watched me every single day though, I could see people on the roof, on the ground, driving around in sleek black cars. One Sunday evening, I finally got the guts, to go up to one of the San Fierro's Gvardia, and these are the only words I asked: "What will it take to become one of you?" he said "Follow me".




Yang Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
I was born in a rough street. My father died when I was 5 and my mom was my only family. This forced my mother to work a lot and she fell into a raging alcoholic. The street wasn't the most ideal either. Living in a heavily black community, I had to become tough to survive at a very young age. In 6th grade, a couple of my friends introduced me to what would soon become my personal demon, Drugs. I instantly became hooked. With no money to feed my addiction, and no money to help my mother to get out of her addiction, I began drug running for dealers and earning my own share. Though I couldn't drive, I still did what I could like moving crates and even using my talent of fixing cars to keep the operation running smoothly. I was out of control. For this, I commenced treating my mother like dirt, began going out late at night causing crime, and my grades in high school were just barely passing. But I soon hit rock bottom. One Saturday night I did a little too much crack then I could handle and was rushed to the hospital. There my life almost finished and I realized I had to do something or else my future was going to slip through the drugs. I joined a local drug recovery program and began to focus on my school work and finished my last 4 years of school with flying colors, earning my high school diploma. My mother died when I was 19 and nobody came to her funeral. When my mother died I also became employed in a local garage and made new friends who were much better than my previous ones. I’m proud of the fact that I have been off drugs since I was 18 years old with the support of friends. Even though I love to help other people who had the same problem and I have felt a higher calling to the Mafia. I want this Hq in San ferro because I want to Make wars, fights, gang wars ,rob, steal, kill, ect. Also I want to prove to myself and my mother who Rest In Peace that I am better by being dedicated, a model citizen, and winning the friendship and the respect back of others in my life also winning money fame putting roses on my dad's and mom grave living in big houses with pools. Helping the old people on the streets begging for money opening houses for the poor giving food to the world there for I will not be the mean or badest but I will still be killing, robing people I will also be making millions billions trillion dollars or even more there for I will not be made fun of me or laughing when I drive by with my car no one will dare to try to shoot me when they see me. There For I will love to be a member of the Gvardia Mafia......



Ibrahim Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
Born in the dirty ghettos of Idlewood, my family was poor. I had no sibling, my father worked all day to earn money but couldn't earn enough to meet our needs. I was were concerned about my studies and worked hard and got excellent grades. My parents were not too old to work and I was 20. I had to work for food, I worked hard all day and earned enough to meet our needs, My parents died when I was 28, I was alone now, I shifted to SF because I got a job in Wang cars as a mechanic, I made friends there. I lived a normal live, once I was passing by kings street when I heard gunshots and saw two groups firing at each other , I asked people what is going on so they said its mafia war and Gvardia was fighting with some other mafia I saw ho Gvardia beat the shit out of them, I was impressed of them. Next day while I was working I asked my friends about Gvardia mob and they said that they rule this city and everything is under them. They said they work part-time at their casino and they pay well and asked me to apply for a job there, I applied for waiters job and got accepted I worked there and saw the lifestyle of Gvardians and I was impressed, I wanted to join them but I thought that I was too peaceful and a coward to join them. Next day some cops killed my best friend and I  was angry I was raged and I arranged to get a gun, I made a plan with my other friends on how to kidnap that cop and I succeeded I beat the shit out of that cop and in the end emptied the whole round of Deagle into him. From that day I entered the crime world and things became difficult for me I was always running away from cops, I started growing weed after that and dealt with toys too, I killed many others cops and people, did kidnapping and robberies, I want to join Gvardia so I can do crimes easily, so I can get your support, so that no one messes with me because I am in Gvardia.




Renzo Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
On 15april 1981 I was born in Las Venturas Hospital. My parents gave me the name Renzo.
My father (Ivan) was the head of a mafia called "Banda della  Magliana", he was 35years old. Their specialization was heroin dealing.
My mother (Catharina) was a housewife and 27years old.   

28august 1987
22.07pm
My father is out for another heroin deal. Me and my mother are watching TV when someone knocks on the door.
We open the door and from that moment, I can't remember anything... only that someone hit me on my head.

29August
I'm sitting tied in a big garage. I can't see my mother anywhere. I hear shots nearby. A bit later I hear someone shouting: " Renzo!".
It was my father!
He made me free and told me to run away so I ran outside where I saw a helicopter leaving with my mum inside. I had to keep running to save my life.
I saw a container a bit further and decided to hide after it. When the shots stopped, I waited 5minutes and then went back to the garage. What I saw was terrible.
I saw my father, he died when a bullet hit him in his stomach. I knew there could still be danger so I ran away... Far away...

05 September
The police catch me from the streets and decide that I have to go live with my grandmother in Los Santos.

16may 1997
I'm walking home from school when a car stops next to me. They ask me if I am the son of Ivan Utzeri. I said yes and they ask me if I want join their criminal organization.
I thought: why not? I still need to find my mother and I have to find the guy who killed my father. So I agree and step in the car...

10June 2004
I decide to quit the organization. I move to San Fierro where I think about the future... alone.

6September 2009
I am a taxi driver. I am waiting for a passenger at the train station. A person knocks on the window. It was my passenger...
"Hello, I am Mister Gvardia."
Me: "Oh, Good evening, How was your trip?"
He: "Fine, Please bring me to the Gvardia headquarter"
Me: "Ok, sir"
...
Arrived at the Gvardia Headquarter I have a last talk with him.
Me: "I heard a lot about Gvardia, what is it actually?"
He: "We are a "business" organization"
Me: "Oh, do you still need workers?"
He: "Yes, we can use some more... Follow me inside if you are interested"
...
After 2Hours talking I understood that it's actually a criminal organization. I ask him if I can join or not. He asks me my phone number and tell me he would let me know before Tuesday.
Is this a step closer to the answer about my parents?




IronH Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
I lived in a average family not too rich not too poor but my father was an real business man. One day he took his Shelby GT500KR and went for a drive. I Followed him with my Dodge Viper and what I saw when he arrived. He went to a Corleone mob to sell em heroin. When I saw it I was amazed about that! Then I kept watching and then Corleone mobster came and shot my dad to death with a 9mm. I was crying then one Corleone saw me and said: That's his son! Get him!! I putted pedal to the metal on my Viper and drove as fast as possible away. When I went home I saw a Disaster! My family's house was on fire! I managed to save my mother from fire but she died at hospital but my sister stayed alive. She was with me always. She had her own house and car. I parked my viper in garage and I repainted it and added Roof and tinted windows so Corleone won't recognize me. Other two weeks I searched for Corleone's and I found one guy. He was the one who shot my dad! I had a Deagle in my pocket and I walked to him and gave him a Rough beating. He was almost dead when I asked him: Why u did that! Why u killed my father you dumb f**k!! He said: That was my mission. I got so angered that I broke his arm and shot him to death. An month went away and me and my sister had forgotten that until something very bad happened. She drove home and she saw a Black Huntley. I once told her that Corleone's drive black Huntley's. She understood it and droved like maniac from them. But one Corleone shot her car back tire so my sister crashed her car. My sister was a bit Injured but she ran towards home it was only 50m away! I heard a shot and I took my M4 and Rocket Launcher and I saw the Corleone shoot my sister! I shot my last rocket from RPG and it hit the car!! but 2 members jumped out before explosion. One died one escaped. Then I heard about Gvardia the San Fierro Main Mafia. I realized that my only way to payback for my Family.




Erick Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
My name is Erick Calle, born in the U.S.A. in 1976.
My childhood was very complicated in a good or not good way, in whatever context you want to see it.
I was raised with the thought that 'money makes happy' and received anything from my parents I asked for.
My grandpa always told me to ask less or else God would come and punish me.
In reply to that I always told him whenever that day will come, he can take all my money.
In 1996, when I was at the age of 20, me and my grandpa had conflicts going about the money. I lived in a great Villa on the countryside close to the city.
Grandpa was talking to me that I shouldn't keep all that money and I have to set my goddamned mind on live, not money. "Look around you", he said... "Look at the people that don't have nothing".
I never cared.
Then, in 1998, grandpa died due to a cancer.
I Was down as I could be.. due to many discussions we had about money, we were close family and almost never missed each other for a day.
I felt an empty space in my heart,  a space that not even a million dollar could fill up. I Was broken. I Couldn't get his words out of my head."God will come and punish you if you don't stop messing around with your money, son!" Money didn't make you happy indeed..
I Decided to gave 3/4 of my money away to foundations, poor people etc, sell my nightclub and live in a normal house.
3 Years I haven't been doing much since then, I wrote several articles witch never went published. Although I had this good feeling that I fulfilled the wish of my grandpa, I kept feeling an empty space. The house was empty apart from me, I wasn't allowed to have a pet due to allergic problems.
My life became a one-sided piece of paper. Nothing to write home about, nothing to talk about, nothing to do. Spending all days behind a desk throwing away the days my life had me to offer.
I Felt worthless. I Wanted to get action back in my life, not into that one of the actor on TV.
I started coming out at night. Looking at the dark streets, looking for some action.
My car was my primary source of action. A Tuned Audi S3 which could reach speeds of 220KM/h.
Every night I went off at top speed with the car on the highroads. I Knew it was not safe and I knew it was not legal. But it was fun.
The fun ended on a night tough. I Was caught by traffic cops who started to chasing me right after they spotted me.
I knew I was too fast for them. They did knew that to... I guess.
At a moment, I thought I lost them. I stopped the car and parked it and get out to get a drink.
At that moment, a flashlight went on and turned on me. I Didn't saw it, but also the police helicopter was following me.
I Was detained for 5 Days for reckless driving and lack of public safety.
However it didn't stop there for me.
I started to do more and more bad things... Until I found out the action in that was off.
Mafia families was not something I knew about, but it defiantly interested me when I saw that report on TV about it.
I started writing a letter to the Gvardia family, in hope they would reply back to me in a positive way.
That's where I am at this moment of speaking.




Ness Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
I was born in Las Venturas, my parents were small time department store robbers, I ran away from home when I was 10 years old, headed for San Fierro, My dad used to tell me stories about the Gvardia family, ever since, I have always wanted to join them, so on the way to San Fierro, I stole a cops gun, and killed him, when I arrived in san Fierro, I saw police everywhere, they were all looking for me, I found a old abandoned theater, I stayed there for about 5 years, until this billionaire broke in and decided to buy the place, I had nowhere to live, I grabbed my old gun, and ran off, I decided to go to Los Santos, So I met a guy name Luigi, he helped me get through, and I made up enough money to go to school, when I graduated, I decided to go to Pilot School, I got a License and Worked for San Juan Air, after that, my life was perfect, and it stayed perfect for 5 years, but then, things started to get a little hard, then, this FBI spook comes up to me and asks for ID, I grabbed my gun, and was about to shoot, until I was hit in the back by a tazer, I woke up in a hospital, and I find the spooks in front of me, I asked them what they want from me, and they ended up blackmailing me, I have to get them 70 grand, or I'm getting 25 to life, when I got out of the hospital, I saw a guy getting mugged, I helped him, he turned out to be Louis Bruno, the CEO of Zombotech, he asked me to be the Head of Security at Zombotech, I made the 70,000$ and payed the Agents, and everything was back to normal, now I'm here asking to join this great family.




Phat Gvardia
Gvardia Mobster
When I migrated to Argonath I worked at a 24/7 with my cousin. One day a strange man walked into my store, he had the strangest Scars on his face likes he had been in many fights. he then pulled a knife on me and demanded 1000 dollars. I gave him 500 because we did not have enough money in the store. The man stabbed me 5 times and my cousin 7 times , He then ran out saying "Greetings from the Stracci family!" as I lay in a pool of blood I managed to crawl out side to a pay phone to call the police. I had to wait about 7 minutes before any one showed up. When they had arrived a paramedic lifted me up onto a stretcher. I then fainted due to the agonizing pain. About a few hours later I woke up and realized that I was in a hospital bed. The doctor said I had about a month to recover...he also said that my cousin did not make it through... when I was back to normal I told myself I was going to stop all crime so I joined the ARPD...  I had high hopes of becoming an officer, a person who protected the citizens of Argonath. About one month in of my police duties, It was a dark night in the outskirts of town I came across a hooded man that was running I pushed him to the cold rough ground and placed him under arrest. He told me that he was in a Mafia running from a rival member, then I asked him what Mob he was in, he looked down and said "Stracci" He then looked up and the moon shined down on his face revealing Scares, I froze.... Slowly pulling my colt 45.... I shot him between the eyes... the chief then took my badge....For weeks I would get drunk and sleep in the gutters of the dirty streets... until one day my friend introduced me to a little group of people, I befriended them and they slowly turned into the Garcia Bay Side mob. This group introduced me to the dark side of Argonath; drug's, money, Power and respect. All of these were an addiction.  Everything was going smooth until the Stracci took everything from us. The Garcia mob tried to fight back but there forces were much to strong. Now the Garcia mob is falling apart and I could not stay with them any longer... when the day of the Omerta battled against the ARPD I was amazed from the Gvardia's strength.
This is where the rest of my story starts...


Madboi Gvardia
Gvardia Capo




Jamie Gvardia
Lieutenant




Mixa Gvardia
Lieutenant Mobster

[Cofiliano]

Jesus, look at the size of it... When SAMP goes down, i am gonna take all does story's and unite them in a big novel, and publish it. :P And no Eugene, you can only get 10 percent of the profit...