ApplicationOut Off Character:- What is your in-game name:
Thomas_McBrian.
15, almost reached 16 years.
Thomas McBrian Kennedy Randall, Nikolai McBrian, Giovanni Rio, Thomas Baxter, Sam Nelson, Chris Nelson. ( a few more, to avoid weird minds.. The cause of all my names is a simply reason: when I change my RP character, I change my name to a well fitting name. )
58th Street Conecta, OPG Russian mafia.
noany.
- Reasons for being banned:
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- How long have you been playing on ArgonathRPG:
6-7 months.
In Character: 27 years old.
Yes I do.
Not at the moment, just sold my current one.
Yes, proud Freeway owner.
- (If you have)Your NickName:
Quaz.
- In Character Story(50words or more):
it all began on a cold day in Los Santos, 1993.
I was a ten years old kid. I came back from a basketball training.
While I was walking through the streets of Downtown Los Santos I got a weird feeling. I couldn't place what it was but one thing was sure: Something was wrong! I continued my walk back to home. When I walked in my street I had a visual on my house, as usuall when I walked in the street, but this time something was wrong. I saw the door of our house, it was opened. I started walking faster, when I came closer I saw the door wasn't opened on a normal way.. It had a big shot whole at the place where once a key-whole was. I got a bad feeling in my head while I walked slowly in. A situation like this one wasn't really strange for me, we had already got in two months time a few robberys. While I walked in I looked around, I saw the living room fully messed up. I shouted with a scared voice "Mom!? Dad!?", but noany responds..
I walked upstairs, looking around. I walked straight towards the bathroom. I opened the door and found one bloody room. With two bodies on the floor.
I stayed standing there for five seconds, but that five seconds counted like years for me.
I ran out the house, crying. An old man which lived next to me opened his door cause of the crying. He let me in.
The old man was a ex-biker, he stopped with driving because of cancer in his brains. He grew me up, and shove me into his shoes. When I became eighteen years old, he gave me a special present.. He took me with him to the garage, he took away a sheet and a wonderfull Freeway was showing. He gave me the bike. Since that day I've been cruising around and sleeping in motels.
Three years later when I was twenty-one years old, the old man died and I had noany friends or family left.
I was searching for a MotorClub to join..
Your Skills as a RolePlayer:(0-10) 9.
- Your RP skills as a biker:
(0-10) 8,5.
- Your RP skills in battle:
(0-10) 9.
- Your RP skills during cops arrival:
Stay calm, cops are most of the time not RPing.
Roleplay is the only important thing in this game. So everything I do is In Character.
Good, I'm not from a country where English is the main languese but I trained it well, and learn it on school.
Fast.
EDIT: I changed my name into Thomas_McBrian
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