The Yardies

[Voodoo]

The Yardies

Back in the 80's, Los Santos was over populated by gangs. People were afraid just to wash the lawn. It was unbearable not only for the police, but also for the government, that so many people just didn't paid taxes, and avoided punishment so easily. The gangs didn't fought gangs from the same race, only against the other. For them, it was forbidden to contact the other races. But somehow, in a mutual agree, the Latinos got with the Whites, and the Blacks got with the Jamaicans. Glen Park was the main territory of the Jamaicans and Blacks. The Jamaican gangs got into one gang, K-Vuh Yardies. Somewhere in '82 they found a well positioned building, which served them for Marijuana growing. They knew anyone could be a snitch, so they started calling the Marijuana "Herb", thus getting their members less and less getting out of the game. Damian Bane was born around 1983, which by that time, Jamaicans were allied with the Blacks. It was hard for him to live in that time; his brother was hanging with the gang all day, getting his life risked; his father was producing Marijuana at the Jamaican drug lab; and his mother was at home, with Damian, being a house-wife. He didn't went to school, his mother was teaching him all the basics of math, English, Jamaican history and all the stuff people learned in school. When he was outdoor, he was hanging around with his 3 best friends: Mac "Cross" Dwaynes, an Afro-American, Paul Seans, Jamaican, and Jeffrey "Bling" Green, also Afro-American. They all called Damian "Voodoo" because he was wearing a strange Voodoo talisman he got from his mom. Although his mom did not condone him to smoke, he smoked. He smoked weed. And he liked it. He and his "possee" were always stealing enemy gang cars, beating up those who weren't with them, basically like young gangsters. They even started selling weed. It was so profitable; they even managed to buy themselves pretty expensive clothes and accessories. In the year of 2000, when Damian was 17, they started killing, or seriously damaging the Latinos and Whites. They started tagging their turfs, with Jamaican flag colors. They then got the AK's. They were so powerfull, and when they saw them in action, they are awestruck; they easily blasted through doors. They got a hold of some, by buying it with the cash they earned from the weed they were selling. One rainy around December, in 2001, they noticed a group of some Whites with their bikes. They had their MAC's and AK's, and they were ready to kill anyone that opposes them, they were real gangmember by that time. 'So luz' do dem' ases'' suggested Cross when he saw them. 'Bu' wha' if the' sum' mou' o' 'em, haidin' in 'em cornaz'?' asked Paul. 'Da' fuk', I can blast them' white asses mile' 'way' said Bling. 'So les' sii' juh' do it, mon'' said Voodoo. 'Nevah' min', chickenz', les' juz' pop der' heds' of 'em' Bling replied. Suddenly, the White bikers turned their heads toward Voodoo and his friends. 'Oh' shi'' said Cross. 'Ey' you there!' said one of the bikers. Voodoo, Bling, Cross and Sean started running away towards the nearest corner. 'Whaddi' doin' nau'?' asked Voodoo. He was actually scared. He always acted secretly, unnoticeably at least. But this time it was different. He hoped that some Yardie or Black will pop out of the corner and save the day. But it didn't happened. 'Les' getta' fukk' outta' here.' Said Cross. Voodoo nodded and followed Cross to a hideout they possessed. 'Where they are?' asked a high voice. 'I don't know, Bull, but they couldn't get away that fast.' Said a different high voice. 'Oh shi'.' Said Bling. Voodoo smelled something fiery, saw smoke, and turned backwards. 'Helo' dair', yong' smokah'' said a man, covered by black hair and a beard. He was holding a blunt in his right hand. 'Who 'r' juh'?' asked Sean. 'I, yong' Rastah', I cald' Di-Lo'' said the man. 'Ans' whaz' juh's nayme' iz'?' he asked. 'Voodoo, mon'.' said Voodoo, feeling a little better when he knew he was with a Jamaican, hopefully a Yardie. 'Vudu', 'eh?' he asked. 'Jeh'. Juh' iz' from de' K Vuhz'?' Voodoo asked. 'Nahnah' moin', me ain' tu' som' of da' ganging' shit' said Di-Lo. 'Buu' chu' r' packin', no?' asked Cross. 'Pakkin'?' he said. 'Ofcors' I 'pakkin', mon'. 'Au can I bi' naut' to bi pakkin'?' he added. 'So wha' chu' hav'? Glokk'? MAC'?' asked Bling. 'Glauk', mon' replied Di-Lo. 'Gu'. Liss' weh' fil' safah'' said Sean. Di-Lo was covered by the smoke emitted from his blunt. 'Chew' betta' gett' goin', 'eh?' asked Voodoo. 'Drop mi' of' somtyme', aygh'? asked Di-Lo. 'Su', nigguh'' said Cross. They left the hideout to be found facing some Jamaicans and Blacks, shooting at something, or someone. One of the Jamaicans was 'Lil Dame', Voodoo's older brother. ''Eyyo', Dame'!' shouted Voodoo to his brother. Dame didn't heard him. 'Whaevvaa', les' ge' started Voodoo, but didn't finished. His brother just got shot. Directly in his face. He was lying down on the road, bleeding from his right cheek. 'Yo' lil Dame!' said one of the shooters. 'Yo' guys, Dame go' hitt! ' he shouted. Voodoo tried to run to his bro, but Cross and Bling could barely hold him. 'NOOOO!' shouted Voodoo. 'Dude, chill, his' ded', chu' cant do anyffin'' said  Bling. Voodoo just couldn't understand the picture. His brother. Dead. He couldn’t imagine a life without him. He just couldn’t. At the next day, his father wook him up early in the morning, causing sun light to blind him. 'Wake up, Damian!' his father urged him. 'Wha'?' he said. 'Just wake up! I got a surprise for you.' Damian forgot it was his birthday. 'Since well.. Damon died..' his father started 'Me and your mom decided to give you his car..' he continued but Voodoo interrupted 'His Savanna?!' he asked. 'Yes' replied his father. 'I always' drimd' baut' da' rayd'!' Voodoo said. 'Well, your dream came true. Here are the keys' he said and gave Voodoo a silver key, with white and black dices attached to it. He put his clothes on and ran towards the garage. He opened the garage door, and there it was, the Yardie Savanna.. Jamaican Paintjob.. Inside was a leopard skin paintjob.. with Voodoo talismans and Dices hanging above the windows.. 'Fainali'' said Voodoo. ''Ey' Vood..' Cross started saying behind Voodoo's back, standing at the doors. 'Is dat' da' Yardie Savanna? He asked. 'Yeh' said Voodoo. 'Idz' aind' dat' big dill'' said Bling. 'Wer' Paul?' asked Voodoo. 'We don' kno', man' said Cross. 'Nigguh' letz' dake' diz' babe fo' a ride, den' shall we?' said Bling. Voodoo unlocked the doors and got in the car. Cross sat near him, and Bling sat behind. He put the keys in the ignition lock, turned them around and the engine started. 'Nise' saunds' said Voodoo. He got the car out of the garage, and started circling the pool in the middle of the park. Bling's phone called 'Honey, can you get home please?' said his mom's voice, although sounding a bit scared. 'Su' thin' mom.' Said Bling. 'Cya all.' He gangsta-handshaked Cross's and Voodoo's hands. He left the car. 'Whaz' dat' al' abaut' said Cross. 'Duno' said Voodoo. 'Ima' ged' diz' babe in da' garaj, so it won' ged' scrached' said Voodoo. 'Aiigh'..' said Cross, looking a bit of disappointed. They drove of to Voodoo's garage. 'Ima' get goin' too, yo' said Cross. He gangsta-handshaked Voodoo and left. Voodoo closed the garage. 'I wonder why they all left' he thinked to himself. He sat, got out a nicely rolled blunt of weed, put it in his mouth, lighted it with his Playboy lighter, and started smoking. He took the TV remote and turned the TV on. He switched to the local news channel to see if anything happened, and after few minutes he just sat staring in the TV, awestruck. '3 yound men, aged 18 and 17, found dead today, near Glen Park, all with bullets in the head.' He recognized Cross, Sean and Bling. 'Apparently, they were members of some certain gang. The local police chief says: 'They were gangmembers, they knew they were going to get hit in the head someday' he said.' Voodoo turned down the TV. He couldn’t stand it. He went to his Savanna, started it and drove off. He went to Vinewood, from their to Blueberry, from their to Angel Pine and from their to San Fierro. When he got to some sort of motel, in Kings, he registered in the hotel, paying 50 dollars a night. After 9 years, in 2009, he finally decided to come back to Los Santos. After a long drive home, he barely recognized Glen Park; it was clean, no bullets on the floors, clean law. 'Di' fukk'?' he said. He went to his house. He drove into the garage. It appears his house was untouched. He couldn't find anyone in his house. His house was his. ' Taim' do' gedd' dem' Yardis' bakk' on trakk' he said.

- Respek' jah' lidahs' at al' cost', mon'.
- If juh' in, no wey' ouu' x'ept' deth.
- If juh' wanna respek', giv' respekk'.
- If juh' rumbah' wid' juh' rastaman's, nevah' do it, led' dah' leadah's tayke' caer' o'.
- Nevah' mes' wii' da' cops.
- If juh' fightt', fightt' til' deth'.
- Nevah' tel' the sekrets' of di' gang to outsida's.
- Nevah' visit juh' enemiz' teritori', unlez' ordah' so.
- Alwais' defen' jah' Rastahs.
- Olwais' be packin'.
- Be prou' of juh' gang, wer' it colahz'.
- Nevah' shou' da' herb in de' streetz', haid' id' well.



- Follow the rules of Argonath MTA:SA RPG server.
- Respect every player.
- Never hack. Never.
- Don't Deathmatch.
- Don't Metagame.
- If you hack, deathmatch, disrespect or metagame - You will get kicked.




Dy' King
De' king is dah' ledah' of deh' gang. He givs' deh' ordahz' and keepz' the gangg' organaized'.

Deh' Co'
Deh' Co' is de' Kingz' rait' hand. He watchez' de' gang when deh king iz out.

Deh' G
Deh' G' is da' "captain'" of da' gang. He commans' da' lowah' rankz' on jobz and takez' cair' of da' dealz' an' mo'.

Rasta
De' Rasta iz' de' bazic' membah' of deh' gang. He takez' de' ordahz' from de' higha rankz', he iz' da "Soulja'''.

Lil' Rasta
Trial Membah', onli' tryin' do' get in deh' gang.

- Follow the IC rules of KVY.
- You must follow the OOC rules of KVY.
- You must follow the rules of Argonath MTA:SA RPG server.
- You must know the basics of Jamaican/Afro-American Roleplay.
- You must be able to talk like Jamaican/Afro-American gangster.
- You must Follow the rules of Argonath RPG.

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OOC Purposes only
Name:
Street Name:
RL Age:
RL Country:
How long have you been playing Argonath RPG?:
Can you RP a jamaican/afro american?:


Dy' King

Damian Bane


Deh' Co'

Sean Latoya

Deh' G


Rasta


Lil' Rasta

[Voodoo]

Reserved, I guess.

[The_Wolf]

Ah, this does look indeed good. Goodluck with it, I am glad to see you decided to place some life into the MTA:SA groups.

[Voodoo]

Thanks. I hope it brings some more good RP'ers to MTA.

[Fabio]

Cool topic, goodluck mate.

[cumbia_chorra]

Nice Topic dude, Good Luck with your Jamaican group

[Voodoo]

Thanks. And it's not Jamaican only, Afro-Americans are allowed.

[Dexter]

Seems like cool gang to me. That is great to have in MTA SA. Good luck with this man.

[Hustle]

Hopefuly i'll be seeing you soon

(Rakeem_Davis)

[odifus]

Holy cow this topic looks awsome hope you bring more ppl into MTA:Sa by this group 

[Hustle]

Whats your timezone Damian?

[Voodoo]

+3
But I aint that active as I can't, but in the next week from Monday, ill be active, alot.

[Omri]

Hello Voodoo
This sure is looking good, I wish you the best and luck with this group / gang.

[Cailiz]

Shii..looks awesome, duuudeee...good luuck  :cool:




- Cailiz

[TruthSvensson]

'Dis topic looks cool and ting, badman Good luck