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The Mihailovic Klan also known as The Mesars is an Serbian organized crime group operating All over Los Santos. Named after the Serbian word for The Butcher, the criminal organization is made up of Eastern European immigrants living in the middle-low class neighborhoods of Los. The members usually come from; Serbian, Croatia and Macedonia. I.Mandaric (left-alive) G.Mihailovic (middle-unknown) R.Mihailovic (middle-deceased) B.Mihailovic (right-alive) The criminal organization was officially formed in the summer of 2005 by Serbian immigrants living in the post-Balkan immigrant communities of Vespucci Beach, though many of their members have been criminally active elsewhere since the late 1990s. Over the course of the late 2000s and early 2010s, the criminal organization moved into territory occupied by skinhead street gangs, ragtag groups of Sureno affiliated cliques. The criminal organization earned their place in Vespucci by engaging in drug dealing, sales of stolen firearms, selling stolen property and through extorting local small businesses.The criminal organization operates out of Vespucci, where they are extremely selective when recruiting new associates and full members. Aspiring associates and members are put to the test by being made to sell drugs, stolen firearms, robbed property and through aiding in local extortion schemes. Sometimes, the hijacking of long-haul trucking shipments which are brought into the Westside of the city by truckers from elsewhere in San Andreas and outside of the state is perpetrated by up and coming members in order to prove their worth.The organized crime group is very small and remains out of public eye as a result. The Los Santos Police Department are pretty much unaware of their existence, even though some of their members have spent time in the Twin Towers Correctional Facility and the Men's Central Jail over the years for misdemeanor convictions. Almost all residents of the Vespucci suburban neighborhood can freely and willingly ignore the existence of the organized crime group without any sort of consequences whatsoever.

Name: Francesco Falcone aka "Fanky" Nationality: Italian Origin: Italy Region: Sicily Eye color: Sky Blue Hobbies and interest: Alcohol - I love Alcohol, it helps me forget reality and the shit that happens in life. Drugs - Never really touched drugs before, I do a little cocaine with some friends. Women - Heh, funny story actually. I'm addicted to them, one night I have a pair of boobs in my face the other I'm laying in bed alone. Classic Cars - After coming to American I took an interest in classic american vehicles. Character story [WIP] Born and raised in Italy. I lived with my mother and my father in a tiny two bedroom homestead in a small city in the region of Sicily, mother never really worked, she stayed around the house and was always drunk at every chance she got, father, well he use to be involved in all sorts of shady business, he'd always walk around with a group of guys, always comin' in the house, doin' whatever they wanted, momma never cared cause she was drunk off her ass and poppa couldn't do much without being punished, Francesco was young when his father tried to keep him away from shady business he could have been involved in but he never succeeded, Francesco learned to live life on the other side of the law, all though it wasn't the best way of life that's the only way he knew, several years passed. the Falcone family struggled to put food on the table with the little income the family had. It wasn't until Francesco turned 16 he was fully introduced into the Crime family running out of his small town, the family his father was involved in and did all his business with, Francesco was like a new tool for them, someone they could send out to do all the dirty work, all though Franky did small time jobs, him and his father saved up enough money together to buy out an old beaten up garage in their town, with some time and effort they were able to open a mechanical garage in the heart of their city, it was called Lake View Auto Repair, the name wasn't anythin' fancy but it was the best we could come up with, me and poppa tried to keep our openin' of the garage on the low to the local but eh, that didn't work out to well when my fathers boss came to the garage with his nice set of wheels, I remember him steppin' out with a bat and smacking father in the face, he demanded a 70% cut of all profits before leavin', it forever left me horrified of goin' near any mobs ever again. when I turned 18 I decided I had enough of that shit, poppa was to far in the family to just step away, they were hopin' to fully initiate me within' the comin' months. After a long talk with my mother and father we decided it was best Francesco left Italy, the reaming money they had earned was given to Francesco and he was sent on a boat across the pacific, he ended up in Cuba for a few months workin' for some gook named Alexandro, the pay was low but he kept to it for the time bein', he didn't know where else to go. As the months passed he saved his money earned from the small time job he worked, it didn't help much but he was able to find someone offerin' to smuggle people over the border from Mexico to the US, only problem was they wanted a heavy pay to get you in, Francesco took the short route, the more shady path, he started buying and selling Cuban cigars, then he moved to Cocaine, every ounce was a profit that could be doubled or tripled, he took everything as a win and never a loss, within a two weeks Franky managed to make around two grand in dirty cash, he quickly made more connections and his cash was being laundered into clean cash he could use, another two weeks pass, and Frank had saved up enough money to leave Cuba, he took every penny he had and got on a boat with a passport and left Cuba, his entire life was bein' left behind at this point, he knew there was no returning to Italy, not anymore. within three days Francesco's boat came in through Florida, when he first stepped off the boat he was shocked, surprised what America had to offer, it was hot and rigid but he was happy to have finally made it. Life in Los Santos When I first landed in Los Santos, it was like a new beginning. I was worried but happy at the same time, happy to finally be in the "big" city it was all new to me, especially what american had to offer, I never seen anythin' like it before, everything a person could ever want was right there if front of your eyes, cars, freedome, girls, money, opportunities, all right there just waiting to be taken. My first couple of days in LS proved to be rough, I drove a four door sedan from the rental shop, barely had enough cash to do anythin', by morning I woke up in the backseat of my rental vehicle, it was uncomfortable and awkward but I dealt with it, I knew if I wanted to survive in LS I needed a job, and I needed one quickly, I went around to all the local mechanic shops stores, bars, clubs, whatever I could think of, I was offered a job over at that shop Auto Exotics, I thought 'bout it but it was a little to highkey for me, to much traffic, to much attention in one spot, to much trouble for me. I continued looking, I went from simple bars to expensive high ends ones looking for a job to earn some cash, I finally landed a job in a garage named Riverside Rods. The owner there he eh, he seemed a little weird, all the guys that always hung around the place, all the expensive vehicles they owned. I was smart though, I kept my mouth shut and worked, business went smoothly in and out, no attention was drawn, everythin' was goin' perfect until one night, Frank got a call from a co-worker "Paulie", asked him to meet up in a parking lot, alone, by myself, I eh, didn't think to much 'bout it I showed up and I seen another two co-workers, Tommy and Louie. They tied me up put me in their truck like some hostage and away we went. I still remember that night quite perfectly, everythin' that happen. Throughout the ride, they seemed very upset, almost like somethin' big had happen, by the time we finally stopped I remember we were at a house and a boat dock with a shed, I remember Tommy punchin' me in the face a few times, Paulie finally told him to cut it, save the rest for the boss, when I heard "the boss" I had a lot goin' through my head, I was worried if it was the people from back home, that they somehow followed me to LS, but no, I was wrong. I remember hearing a vehicle pull up, doors shutting and boots hitting the pebbles on the ground as they walked closer I started to gain some fear, until they entered, the main man himself, Tino. big jacket, old motherfucker I could tell instantly he was Italian and the man standin' next to him, Mike. he wasn't no different, as I looked around the room It was filled with a bunch of Italian motherfuckers. I was sure It'd end there and now, that night, but it didn't, it was about somethin' did the night beforehand, they let their new toy "Louie" break one of his legs, cracked a rib and let him walk home, wasn't the best night, but after they were done and they left Francesco was happy to know they weren't after him from Italy. 'bout a month passed and the garage owner Troy offered Franky a place in his crew, the first step in being involved with the family. He graciously accepted the offer and he was given a swithblade which he holds dearly to him. Francesco knew the life he was stepping into by joining a family again, he wasn't afraid of the same mistake his father made though, things were different in LS. He was given many opportunities to make cash and he took them, if he wasn't runnin' with his crew during the night to highjack a car or two then they were out the next with a target on someones head. business ran smoothly real smoothly, the cash comin' in was so incredible it was amazing, the structure built up the connections the family had, we were a true power in the city, and whoever touched it would disappear.

Short description: Add more to the Taxi Job to make it more interesting and to make people want to work the taxi job. Detailed description: I really think there should be more to the Taxi Job. I've been using the Taxi job actively on one of my characters for a month or so and I think Taxi has to be one of the most underused/inactive jobs there is. Needless to say, it can get very boring without calls but a lot of the time the server is left without taxi drivers so people don't call very often. I think even some minor changes to the taxi system like allowing requests to be accepted while outside your taxi would make it much better to use. I think the current system limits taxi drivers to their taxi for roleplay and that's it. It'd be nice to be able to step out into Mirror Park to roleplay and be able to run off to do a job if I have to without worrying about not being in my Taxi. It feels more like a chore than an in-character job almost. This is only one example but I really think the Taxi system needs some reworking and I think some ideas from the community would be nice. Maybe it might even be worth it for a Taxi faction to be able to get notifications out of the game to be able to come in game if someone needs a Taxi, similar to how FD operates. Commands to add: N/A Items to add: N/A How would your suggestion improve the server? Increased roleplay/transportation Additional information: Just throwing out some simple ideas, hoping the community could expand on this or throw some other ideas out.

What I am suggesting is that a simple card script should be added. Not something like old poker script, but something like /dice. When player types /card [number of cards] it randomly generates x amount of cards and announces it in chat. This could be used in simpler games like blackjack which would suit idea of backroom gambling rooms. There are many rooms for expanding on the idea, but even the very basic would be very useful.

If this is possible then I don't see why not? Sound realistic to be able to do so. People can argue to use facebrowser but not everyone is a fan of that.

My dad has been a taxi driver for multiiple years in the past, and accepting calls outside of the taxi makes a lot of sense, as he received the calls on a tablet, and not from a dispatch. Supporting this.