The Sforza Family ~ Founded in 2006 - The Pure Vice City Spirit

[AlSforza]

My name is Alfredo Sforza. If you do not know anything about me, I'll take the liberty to brief you on some aspects of my life. As I recall... Chapter I - "As I look back" Me and my brother were close. In a good way, that is. We played together, we helped each other and most of all, we worshiped our father. He taught us how to be men: the old italian way. For you to catch up, I'll tell you a bit of the story of my family. Francesco Sforza was a famous businessman in Palermo, Italy. He worked hard to revenge the death of my grandfather, Victorio Sforza. The government was thought to be involved in that killing. He was known for being the head of one of the most important families in Italy's Mafia History: The Sforza Family. Years had passed until my father met Maria Lucarelli (my mother). She was pretty and powerful, a deadly combination: my father's favourite one! 1970 had arrived. Francesco and Maria had their first child. Me. Alfredo. Since the day I was born, I was used to see big houses, loud arguments and lots of blood. But it was my family. I would honour it with my heart and soul. This beautiful italian couple had one more baby: Antonio (1973). My brother. When I look back at these years, I see a great name rising and a legacy beggining. Unfortunately, faith had something else planned. Chapter II - "The blood on the porch" It was a dark winter's night. Me and my brother were playing outside when we saw a couple of cars arriving at our home. Men dressed in suits had gotten out of the vehicles. We felt scared but it was normal. Our father had many people over. As I was the oldest, I found that particular time to be a bit unusual. They handled big bags. Bigger than usual that is. They called my father to the back yard and the last thing we remember was the blood on the windows and the sound of loud machine guns firing. It was January. 1975. My mother was devastated and was unable to care for us properly, so we got sent to Vice City, to continue our studies and learn the mafia ways from our dad's old friend, Vincenzo. I still remember, from time to time, the amount of blood I saw on those car windows, and on my backyard's porch. That makes me miss my father. That makes me feel secure of the choices I made years after. Chapter III - "The English (mis)education" When I reached 19 years old, I went to study in London for 3 years.  I studied Film Aesthetics in Oxford. Got into a lot of fights. Didn't have many friends back then. My degree was useful to get my first real job, working at the Metro Goldwyn Mayer Studios in London. That was a great experience. During my years in MGM, I met a great film director named Michelangelo Antonioni. He taught me very much about films, and life. I could say he taught me my (mis)education. I always keep a letter he wrote to me in my back pocket. There he wrote the following sentence (quote): "When I am shooting a film, I never think of how much I want to shoot something: I just shoot it.". Maybe I took it a bit literaly, but that particular sentence took me my sleep for weeks. I decided I should not think of how much I wanted to shoot something: I should shoot. Chapter IV - "Unexpected Calls 1995 had arrived and I was still working in the MGM studios when I received an unexpected call. It was my uncle Mateo. He had found out where my father's killers were hiding, and had the urge to go there and get some revenge. I didn't stop him or put some sense into his head. I agreed. Next thing I know I was in a flight to Vice City again, with a handbag and a concealed weapon. I met my brother in Vice City. I hadn't seen him for so long. But what I needed to do was to shoot, as Antonioni taught me. Mateo found out that the old killer that was still alive was Agostino Trapani. Big man of the Vice Mafia. He was living in Starfish Island with his wife, grandchild and security. We had it all figured out. We waited for him near the Little Haiti bakery, Antonio would kill his personal security in the alley, Mateo would grab Trapani and drag him to his house's backyard and I would take care of the rest. Chapter V - "Dialogue? More like a monologue to me, dirtbag!" Me:"So here we are eh? In a backyard, with a family watching, and with guns involved. Does that sound familiar to you? Does it? You piece of shit..." Agostino Trapani: "Please, I haven't done..." Me: "Actually I don't want to hear it. I reckon you remember Francesco Sforza don't you? I also think you remember what you did to him. In Palermo. In his house. Our house! Yes! We are his son's! Didn't think we'd come back for you didn't ya? Well here we are... In the same f**king scenario we were 20 years ago" AT: "You have to understand sir! I was just..." Me: "I'm not done talking am I dirtbag? But yes I know what you were going to say. 'Oh please sir, I was just following orders!' Wasn't it you son of a bad girl? Well listen to me very f**king carefully. These will be the last words you will hear. I cried years for the death of my father. He was a role model to me. And now, I can finally dignify the Sforza name. This is for Francesco. The father you killed." The amount of hatred I had vanished as Montana's brains splattered all over his backyard. Revenge was the ultimate medicine. The ultimate rush. I was born again. I decided to stay in Vice City with my brother and try to make a living as my father once did. He was a good person. Despite all the killings, all the heists, all the roberies. He was good. He wanted justice on the killing of his father, my grandfather. And I intend to be the same. Chapter VI - "San Andreas. What comes up, must go down." Ok, I'll keep it simple. 2011 was blasting, we were big. The best! Tons of money, drugs, sex, music, bars, alcohol. Me and Antonio decided to put someone in charge of Vice City, we picked up out things and headed to San Andreas. A bigger turf. There we started to dominate Las Venturas. It was piece of cake. But sadly, some recent events made us end our current operations and move on with our lives, diferently. I took the liberty to return to Como, my birthplace. There I met Giordano, an old friend of my father, who told me something that would change my life forever. The men that my father thought killed my grandfather, were in fact friends of him, who tried to protect him. Vincenzo Sforza was allied with the government to takedown the same Trapani's that killed him and my father! My life made no sense that day. To think I destroyed to many goverment associates' lives because of that. To think I stole, kidnapped and killed so much because of my previous thought. I have to make ammends for what I did. I need inner peace. Chapter VII - "Arriverderci Palermo" With so much flowing through my mind, I couldn't even reach a conclusion. The government was a friend... A shocker indeed... Didn't took me long to understand that no one has a pure side. So I hiked across the vineyards of Palermo, I climbed up the trees of my childhood and got a phonecall: - "Alfredo, it's me, Thomas. Remember me? I got something to tell ya'. It won't be pretty, but here goes. Your brother... He's in jail." Many things crossed my mind that day, but they all led to the same conclusion: I had to take my brother out of prison. Took the first flight to San Andreas, gathered the old group and some new associates, and here I am now. Climbing fast another type of tree, familiar to my eyes: The Mafia tree. The Kiss of Death is close to be given to the ones who took my little brother to the wrong way. I'm Antonio Sforza, and this is my life... Chapter I: "An introduction to something bigger" A devastated mother and an iced Dad, normal for this life style, a change for young boy's lives, a freezing for our innocent young hearts developing us for the passing on of the family's legacy. At the age of 16 splitting up from his brother and best friend Alfredo, Antonio moves to the heavily mob controlled Liberty City, working for the Leone crime family as a "middle man" for small packages Antonio soon was well known with the mind enhancing marijuana. Chapter II: "The Leone days" The 18 years of age, heart breaker, charimastic and cunning, Antonio had just joined Liberty City's Law School. "It will serve you well kid'o, mark my words" advised Don Leone. Antonio was always his favorite, partially from fear... he had his reasons, there was something in Antonio's eyes and body language that kept even the most feared Leone capos at a kicking distance. Passionate in psichology, he studied gender behaviour and body language from a young age, he knew just what to do to keep people uncomnfortable, or falsy at ease, another "Usefull skill in this business" as Antonio used to say under a devilish smile. You see, Antonio wasn't your average kid, even though he was young when his father was brutally soldered to a window with the heat of machine gun led, the image and sounds sticked in his subconscious, constantly rising, like a clock's pendulum, reminding him of who he was, and what his goal in life is, those men flew too close to the sun, and Antonio would make sure they would burn, taking advantage of any and every advantage he could get. Spending most of his time studying the human brain, law, Shotokan, and practicing his shots in the Ammunation target range. Chapter III: "Shotgun diplomacy? Haven't taught me that in Law School" There are many dirty cops in the United States of Argonath, and Antonio knew them all, using his newly acquired law knowledge he kept those corrupt bastards under his command, with a tight leash if I may add. An undercover dirty cop from Vice City, caught by Antonio while in a marijuana deal, promised to find out who his father's murderers were, in exchange of Antonio's silence, and so he did in 1995. Antonio called his uncle Mateo, with the fresh information, telling him to contact his brother as the Sforza brothers would unleash hell that day. The bastard named Agostino Trapani was behind their brutal past, living in Starfish Island, and head of the marijuana deals in Vice City, something that made Antonio ears ring, and the corner of his lip lift in a cunning smile. The time had come, Antonio, Alfredo and Mateo met at Escobar International Airport, a white sentinel was waiting for them, trunk filled with the never old Winchesters and the all mighty Pythons, they were ready and they were thirsty, thirsty for blood and revenge, and from Antonio's side, eager to get his hands on that marijuana... They arrived Montana's joint, Antonio's objective was clear, load, pump and deliver salvation to all those f*cking hated souls, "I've studied diplomacy for three years, and now I'm here from the depths of hell offering you none" Antonio calmly repeated as he gently walked down the halls of Montana's house, with his perfectly neat suit, shotgun in one hand, flickering his cigar with the other, Alfredo and Mateo behind him, following the walking apocalypse towards Trapani. Needles to say that Alfredo did his job just perfectly, Mateo made sure his family was watching, it was a mess, I won't lie, but yet again no remorse were shown that day. Antonio decided to stay in Vice City with his brother and tried to make a living as his father once did. He was a good person. Despite all the killings, all the heists, all the roberies. He was good. He wanted justice on the killing of his father, my granfather. And I intend to be the same. Chapter IV: "San Andreas and a bump in the road" The year was 2011, Sforza had just moved to San Andreas. There they started to dominate Las Venturas. It was just like shooting fish in a barrel. As everything was going smoothly, nobody would guess what would happen in that rainy day of September. During a raid done at the Sforza Headquarters in the Emerald Isle Casino, Las Venturas, many of the Sforza members were brought down by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tony Sforza was amongst that group. At the moment he is serving his jail time in Mordor Maximum Security, prison. His brother, Alfredo, is currently working on a way to break his sibling out of that facility, so the story can go on, as written in the sand of time. Applications are entirely done ingame. Engage us in an RP fashion way so we can test your interest and skills at the same time. Topic design made by L'Atelier Co.©

[Dutchy]

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[Vector]

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[KelviNC]

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[Hepskys]

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[Brian]

Good to see this is back, my first ever family <3. Will never forget you guys :l
and OFC gaming in dutchy's till 7 am :l

[Yenkee]

I love us , i know we will take the streets !

Good design Al

[Aiden.]

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[Yenkee]

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You are so funny J3rry ::Facepalm::

[Drawn]

From the Ancelotti family , Welcome back mate , Hope i\we can RP with you guys soon.

[Shorty.]

WB , And Good luck

[AK47]

Wasn't here when you guys where around, but I've heard alot about you.

Anyhow, welcome back!

[Pedro.]

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Let's do this.

[Yenkee]

Why is there application form ?

i got info that we use invites only ?  :redface:

[Ritcher]

W.B and good luck