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The life and times of Ray the junkie

((The thread will follow the life and development of Neron Salazar))

This is the story of Colin Cummings, High School Graduate turned Rebel Without A Cause.

Hate Fueled Joyride Rock Vespucci Beach March 12, 2023, 10:46 Written by Robert Grey Vespucci - A joyride turned into a nightmare for residents of Vespucci after a skinhead gang member went on a destructive rampage. Leo Mazza, a 21-year-old member of a local skinhead gang, drove through the streets of Vespucci, taking out street lights and driving over sidewalks in a meth-fueled frenzy. Mazza was eventually stopped by the Los Santos County Sheriff's Department, who had been alerted to his reckless driving by concerned residents. During the traffic stop, deputies discovered that Mazza was carrying a loaded handgun and an undisclosed amount of cocaine and pills. According to witnesses, Mazza was driving erratically, swerving in and out of traffic and narrowly avoiding other vehicles and pedestrians. He was seen driving onto the sidewalk, knocking over garbage cans and causing damage to storefronts. One resident, who asked to remain anonymous, said, "It was like something out of a movie. He was driving like a maniac, and we were all just trying to stay out of his way." Another witness, who also asked to remain anonymous, said, "It was terrifying. He was driving so fast, and I thought he was going to hit me. I'm just glad he's been caught." Mazza has been charged with a number of offenses, including reckless driving, possession of a loaded firearm, and possession of illegal drugs. He is currently being held in custody pending his arraignment. The incident has sparked outrage in the community, with many residents expressing their disgust at the actions of the skinhead gang member. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable," said one resident. "We need to come together as a community to stand up against hate and violence." The Los Santos County Sheriff's Department has vowed to continue to crack down on dangerous driving and gang-related activity in the area. "We will not tolerate this kind of behavior in our community," said a spokesperson for the department. "We will do everything in our power to keep our streets safe and to bring those responsible to justice." FOLLOW US ONLINE FOR LIVE UPDATES: HTTPS://SOSANSENTINEL.ORG/LIVE-UPDATES CLICK HERE TO COMMENT BELOW, TELL US HOW YOU FEEL! USERNAME: COMMENT:

The story of a degenerate alcoholic and small time thief: Ralph Anderson

This thread will be around my character Thomas Cornelis A young adult with a no fucks given attitude which refuses to get an ordinary job but rather keeps dreaming about getting sponsored with his BMXing, he however faces reality that with his age he likely isn't about to get sponsored anymore. He ended up homeless, he rides his bmx, and blows a lot of fucking drugs.

La historia de Dominic Herrera

What are people's opinion on this? If there is an RP'd way of actually making the drugs now, should we still allow people to just have them spawned by IFM? To me it seems a bit strange. If people are going to roleplay around drug labs and invest time into making a product, then "suppliers" should be buying from them. More RP for everyone, more potential drama/things going wrong/deals being made and all that good stuff that could lead to unexpected stories. If we do keep the magically spawned drugs, which I guess MIGHT be useful if supply is too low or whatever, then maybe make them MUCH lower quality than whatever a player could make with this new script.

Kujtim Neziri Age: 36 Origin: Albania

Here lies Michael "Sleepy" Lane, who isn't dead quite just yet. Mar. 6, 1998 - XXX. X, XXXX The Birth of a Disaster (like most disasters, accidental) Michael's life began much like most of the kids who go on to become degenerates. Born out of wedlock into a broken home; he was blessed with a PTSD-riddled alcoholic mother, and a racist, sociopathic, meth-consumed father, livin' it up in a small town called Chicago. His mother came from the Bolton side of the family, and Susan (Susie for short) was proud of it. She often told a young Michael stories of her brother, Uncle Slip, who used to always protect her as little kids. Upon reflection, Mike thinks part of his mother had always wished Slip would come and save her from her 'boyfriend'. Jonathan Lane had never wanted kids. In fact, the only reason he stuck around was because he could never afford a good divorce lawyer; and was probably convinced he'd lose the house. When Michael started on the way out to him and Susan, Jon couldn't be bothered to leave his poker game to take her to the hospital. Instead, the neighbor; Mrs. Crowley (an ex-nurse) delivered the somewhat sickly and pale young boy to his mother. When Jon got home, about 34 hours later, he had completely forgotten his woman had gone into labor, and even the baby in front of his eyes failed to produce a reaction past a sullen "congratulations." Mike grew up listening to his father's racist rhetoric, and in the 5th grade he was placed in correctional school, for punching a black student and calling her several racial slurs. The boy's father treated it like a coming of age for Mike, who finally showed promise as a son in Jon's eyes. From then on, Jon took notice of Mike, and even once brought him home his very own pack of beer; after being suspended from the correctional school after yet another incident with a black student. It was his way of impressing his father, who didn't give a rat's ass about school and grades. As far as his father was concerned, Michael Lane would be raised a good, white boy. And, so it was. His mother lost more and more sway over Mike as he went into high school. After telling his father he'd be flying straight to get that diploma, (which Jon always regretted never achieving himself,) Mike was enrolled in a public high school, Las Casas Occupational High School. The kid got into drugs, and by sophomore year had alienated all but a few close friends, who were just as racist. CASH Money, and Larger Losses. Mike's friends were what you could call a 'bad influence'. The tendency of latch-key teenagers is to get into many things they really shouldn't be into. Like, cocaine. As his father continued to skip from job to job, his mother worked day and night shifts at a laundromat and fast food shop. It hurt the kid to see his mom working so hard, so he approached his close friend, Ruble, about getting his hands on some white; to start dealing. Ruble's brothers all had ties to the Chicago Area Skin Heads, or CASH. Ruble decided to help Mike out, and introduced him to some of the people who would turn Mike on a path he'd never turn back from. Mike made good money dealing CASH's coke and herb. It was enough money for him to lie to his mother that he was a delivery driver at Burger Shot, and convince her to let him start paying some of the bills. Mike, who had been doing terribly in school, finally decided to drop out and get his GED. Shortly after things started looking up for the Lanes, Jon disappeared. He never packed any clothes, and didn't leave any notes. His joint bank account with Susan was still in order, and there was no indication of an affair or abandonment. Susan was shattered. No matter the evidence, she believed that Jon had betrayed her; and that she was invaluable. She went headfirst into the trench that is depression; and the alcoholism made it worse. On January 21st, Susan Lane died after colliding into a cement column; while driving intoxicated. And that, friends, was the beginning of the end. With an empty house, and now orphaned, Mike turned to another friend, Sabyan 'Creep' Vargas. The pair had frequently talked about moving in with each other; and recently Creep had gotten kicked out of his step-dad's house. After hearing the news, Creep told him about the plans he'd made. In about a month, they were going to move out to Las Venturas, where Creep had a cousin. His cousin could get them a good place to stay, and hell, it's the City of Sin. Without a second thought, Mike agreed. After three weeks of drinking, cocaine, and squandering a good half of his cash; Mike and Creep drove out to Las Venturas, in a janky old van with no AC. It wasn't his finest moment, but the lights when they arrived said it all. The police lights, I mean. Red and blue came up flashing behind them, as they pulled down the highway. A state trooper removed them all from the car, and after putting one of their companions into another cruiser for warrants; cuffed Mike and Creep for possession of a stolen vehicle, and suspected Grand Theft Auto. With no money, and nobody to defend him; Mike was advised by a public defender to plead no contest, and face a short stint in County rather than potential years in the big bad penitentiary. Blood in, Blood out. When he was taken into intake; Mike got the rundown of the politics in Blackfield County Jail. Things were semi-peaceful at the moment, but the Jail had just come off lockdown two weeks ago; after a trio of black inmates were caught after murdering a white inmate on the field. The Deputies had managed to arrange a ceasefire between the two groups, or so they believed. The real check in came once he was in his pod. One of the guys from the woodpile checked his papers, and then pulled him aside. The dude was a skin, Scratch from Rockwood. He told Mike what he'd already heard in intake, but explained that the ceasefire wasn't to be respected. The man with the keys, Bar from the Brand, had sent word down that they'd be making a move sometime this week, working with surenos to get revenge on the blacks. Even if he was new, Scratch said he'd need to get in on the action. Two days later, at yard, the whistle was heard, and the whites and surenos charged the blacks. Mike stuck with Scratch, and when a black inmate pinned Mike down; Scratch took a sharpened toothbrush out of his waistband. It was a blur, and then a spray of red. Mike's hands and face were covered red, and Scratch pushed the inmate off of him. A few seconds later, a warning shot was heard as guards stormed the yard, beating and pepper spraying inmates into submission as riflemen watched from the towers. During the ensuing lockdown; Mike was brought in to a room with his lawyer, and several suits. They showed him a video, of him participating in the riot, and then, as the suits put it, 'being an accessory to murder'. His lawyer, obviously frustrated, advised Mike to plead guilty; and in return she'd help negotiate down the charges. On top of his Misdemeanor Grand Theft charge, which left him with a year, he was slapped with another 6 months for Assault on an inmate. When he was returned, he was taken not to his pod, but to SHU. His new cell mate, Stinger, congratulated him. Word was, Mike had proved himself loyal to the program. Stinger was pretty good with stick and poke, and gave him his first tattoo, an unfilled swastika on his right chest. When he was done, Stinger showed him the result of his work. As Mike looked, his new brother said, "Blood in, Blood out." Rise of the Slime Lord On his release, April 5th of 2019, Mike was told by one of the guys from the woodpile to get in contact with the Blackfield Death Dogs, a street skin gang who had ties to Aryan Warriors in the county jail. Mike's sense of freedom didn't last long. He had been markedly changed after his time in county, and saw the normal society as boxed in. He ran tight with the BDD, and eventually; he made good friends, that he could call brothers. Flinch was one of those brothers. Flinch had been brought in for about a month, but had yet to be validated. And although Mike had been brought in inside; he wasn't a part of Blackfield yet. Some of the older homies had taken the gang out drinking at the local bar, and a slightly older black man came in; likely a tourist. Despite the many racist signs and imagery in the bar, the man came up to order a drink. He was berated, and then beaten. The big homies, Rash and Cane, told Mike and Flinch to drag him out back. They did. They were told to beat him, and they did. Then, they were told to stab him. They did. In late 2019, Mike had been brought in and was recognized as an associate of Blackfield DD. Him and Flinch had a rough season, after a shipment they and several other gang members had pooled cash in got stung. They decided to hit a lick, on a small 24/7 out in Rockshore East. They went in, guns up, and got a decent take. No sooner had the bag of cash reached their hands, that the shopkeeper reached for a gun of his own. They put him down, and ran outside. Less than a mile out, they heard sirens. Flinch ran off toward a drainage ditch; and Mike followed. They slid into the ditch, and Mike stumbled. He fell back-first into the pool of runoff at the bottom, and wound up covered in foul smelling slime. He and Flinch hid there for a good two hours, before making a call for pickup. When Rash and his brother showed up to get them, Rash started joking that his new name for Mike was Slimey. It stuck. Skinhead Cannibalization Not a month had passed since he and Flinch had hit the 24/7, when Slimey got a call while doing lines with his now ex-girlfriend. Flinch had been picked up by 12. He got caught up with his gun, and about two ounces of coke, plus a scale and baggies. On top of those charges, they traced the firearm back to the murder at the 24/7 alongside camera evidence. Just like that, Mike's closest, his only friend, even; was headed behind bars, probably for life. Slimey didn't click with the rest of Blackfield, after that. And, to add to that; a huge bust had gone down a week after, taking Rash, Cane, and the Shotcaller; Van, out of the picture. With the weakened state of their gang, and their leaders behind bars for life; pressure came from the Rockshore East Wood crew; who ran under Aryan Warriors as well, for DD to merge with them. Deals were struck, but Slimey didn't make it to any of them. He had come to terms with the fact that he wanted out; and he wasn't gonna pay the blood price for it either, not for some 'homies' who barely gave a fuck about him. And so, after the cannibalization of the Blackfield Death Dogs skins by the Rockshore East Peckerwoods, Mike left the name Slimey in Venturas, and made for San Andreas. After some time in Blaine, he caught word about something he'd almost forgotten, a link to another version of himself; long since dead. The Outlaws MC was in Los Santos. Michael hadn't seen or spoken to his Uncle Slip in years, but maybe, just maybe he could be around, or there might be someone who could point Mike in the right direction. It was worth a shot, at least.

"Time waits for no one" Thread will be used to follow the developement of Amelia Cohen, a young adult on the wrong path. Will update this with her story soon.

The Life and Death of Clayton Reeds A Character Story by Crisis

V-Town Buffalos The Vespucci Buffalo Soldiers, is a Black nationalistic Street crew located within the La Puerta area of Vespucci stretching from low income apartments, and homes in the proximity of Bay City Avenue such as Tug Street, and Rub street, along within Melanoma Avenue as the remaining Black Majority of Vespucci would've been gentrified to either other regions within Los Santos or to low income enclaves such as Vista Del Mar where majority of the members of the Buffalo Soldiers would reside in. Ironically the Vista Del Mar would even compressed in with more affluent areas nearby. The group composes of mainly members with African American heritage but even others belonging to the category of “Black” as a category of race due to it’s rather nationalistic, and prideful roots of how it came to exist in the first place. However, it may even rarely hold members of other races under special circumstances due to the low income areas of Vespucci being rather a melting pot of different cultures. The group first started off as all young teenagers living within the same community of each other often hanging around and finding ways to make money through whichever hustle they can find, one thing they especially loved to do was carjacking, and joy riding when it was it's earliest stage of organisation until eventually the clique organised into that of an actual gang as more connections within the Black Car in jail and outside. More members would have also been joining and intiating into the Buffalos as the crew finally now has the manpower to operate like that of a gang. The gang would often be a rather tightly knit community often keeping top relations with the locals of La Puerta almost acting as the "robin hoods." Of the community, and the Vista Del Mar as the gang intends to keep top relations with the locals due to having been around each other and growing up for a long time seeing each other and having family that's all familiar with each other one way or another. The group eventually came to it's realisation of turning the clique into an actual crew banding together in order to escape from poverty within Vespucci Beach and doing whatever it takes to do so as long as it did not harm the community in La Puerta. One big reason for the formation of the Vespucci Buffalo Soldiers was due to the fact that white supremacist organisations, or other ethnic gangs in the vicinity may often come along and harass black residents living within the proximity of Vespucci whether getting robbed, beaten, or perhaps even killed as the juvenile locals eventually grew sick of that forming their own crew finding more power in unison operating as an organisation. Overall the reasoning for it’s prideful name to be known as the V-Town Buffalo Soldiers is due to their militant nature along with its sense of identity, with the older member’s drive to organize and band up to protect each other within an outnumbered %6'er yet tightly knit community in Vespucci with racism, and aggression received from other group using the name Buffalo Soldiers as reference to the actual regiment of African American soldiers in the US army due to one thing in common being Black, and militant. History of Black Population in Vespucci It could even be said that some of the locals or members of the crew would not describe them much as a “gang.” But, rather just soldiers with a common cause to defend their community against bigger threats within Vespucci and to support each other as a community with even the older influential members of the crew themselves not seeing this as a gang but rather a movement despite it very much operating like that of a gang in the end of the day with their financial gains mostly being from criminal activities, claiming a turf, and even bringing their sense of identity wherever they go tagging up spots in the La Puerta area especially around the apartments, and low income housing they reside in as a sense of pride and identity as members will usually wear Brown rags and even rocking Buffalo Bills merch as their sense of uniformity. They will also use other forms of uniformity such as tattoos relating to the Buffalos, or over all symbolism that is evident to being that of the Buffalo soldiers or even the neighbourhood they reside in. Although having hatred for white supremacist groups, along with other street gangs flaunting their power upon the black residents of Vespucci they usually appear to more focus on making money, along with gaining more power as a priority rather than constant clashes with other groups however do have no qualms engaging in conflict to those who trouble them but in the end of day their main motivation is money, and power in order to help them operate in respect of defending their community, along with bringing more profit towards the gang. While most gangs appear to make most of their profits from the sale of narcotics. This doesn't appear to be the case for the Buffalo Soldiers with members mainly having an affinity for grand theft auto with them being responsible for the increasing reports of missing vehicles, along with robberies being conducted on vehicles with members still yet to be caught in action from how covert their procedures area whenever engaging in vehicle theft. Eventually all that changed as the clique evolved into that of a gang with some form of organisation as nowadays they engage in other forms of criminal activities such as drug dealings, robberies, financial scams, as they grew more vast, and ambitious now adopting a policy of "hustle by any means." As the group grown larger they started facing away from their original affinity of grand theft auto, and joyriding from when the original founders of the group were often hardcore car thieves, and joyriders, as they now built more connections, and gained more manpower to operate like that of an actual gang rather than that of a clique. Members often have various ways of identifying themselves as stated they will usually flag themselves with Brown Rags, along with tattoos related to crew with abbreviations of “Buffalo Soldiers.” or overall symbolism related to the Buffalo soldiers or even the neighbourhood they reside in. Overall it could be easy to identify a member of the group if they appear to openly appear to flaunt their belonging to the gang or perhaps not if the member so chooses not to express their loyalty with tattoos but it can indeed be spotted out carefully from their choice of colours or their behaviour and members often having black nationalistic views in their choice of ideologies. They also appear to have an insignia team with that being of the Buffalo Bills as members will often wear merch or caps related to the Buffalo Bills even using tattoos related to the NFL team too in relation to the name "Buffalo Soldiers." OOC NOTE We are an open faction on request that qualité roleplay is provided along with following by the server rules, and overall providing an enjoyable and fun environment to create the community vibes! CK perms will automatically be applied to the those who can enforce CK perms once your character with those two being @AfroGxaiden and @Figenskar is roled associate+ we will not CK locals and will even allow locals of any age or background to roleplay with us, If they do not wish to take the path of a gang banger! We plan on aiming to make a fictional predominantly black street crew which will eventually this will evolve into a semi-organised street gang with black nationalistic roots taking some elements of real life criminal organisations into one big fictional idea. If you wish to be part of this concept feel free to join the discord so long you value quality roleplay, character development, along with character portrayal, along with having interest in roleplaying as a black teenager preferably 13-16 residing within Vespucci(If you wish to take the gang banging path of the faction) although token characters will be allowed it may need to be regulated at a low percentage of membership in the group. Overall the key things we are looking for is Quality roleplay, along with character development hence we won't tolerate trolls, or unserious roleplayers. However, if you're down to be part of this group feel free to join the discord and create a character and engage with the members hanging around the designated spots of the faction or even shoot me a pm about further questions. https://discord.gg/ceJNnWemFp

This is the story of Hope Harrison (previously Sophia Harrison), a twenty-year old hippie, drug addict that found herself indoctrinated into a cult called The Saved - lead by the mysterious, charismatic leader - The Father, Rowley Fletcher. Hope becomes one of the Father's most loyal and devout followers, willing to do anything to protect the cult as it prepares for The Reckoning - the second coming of Christ where the world will be rid of sinners and non-believers, and allow the chosen believers of the Father to prosper as they re-build New Columbia, starting with their camp - the Sanctuary. This is her journey as she delves deeper into the cult, whose goal is to convert as many non-believers as they can to ensure the Father's vision of New Columbia is met. A dark tale of cultism, religion and acid trips. (May have role-play that some may find offensive, sorry! But we're trying to achieve the vision of a dark, mysterious cult. All dark or slightly obscene situations have and will always be okay'd with the other party before any role-play takes place and nothing is ever forced on a person that wishes to role-play with us! ?)

Considered a five-star recruit by Rivals.com, Tyson was listed as the No. 2 shooting guard in the state of San Andreas and the No. 22 player in the nation in 2022. Starting at shooting guard for the Varsity boys' basketball team at Davis High School, Tyson's defensive dominance throughout the 2020–21 season and his 19.4 points per game, led to him being voted the Gatorade Player of the Year award by other coaches in the conference. He also set the school record for most three-point field goals made (91) in a season. By the start of the 2022-23 season and school year, he went from starting on the junior varsity team to starting varsity. Somondre Tyson was born on September 24, 2005, to Gloria Willburn and Orthel Tyson in Davis. After a robbery-gone-wrong that led to the arrest of his father and tragic death of his mother in 2019, Tyson moved to Rancho to live with his aunt (his father's sister). He was kicked out of almost every school throughout the Rancho-Jamestown district due to fighting and did everything he could to attend Davis High with cousins from his mother's side, trying his best to avoid gang banging. His cousins were brought up right, trained at an early age to stay away from gangs and stay in school. His aunt, Shantae Tyson, lived on Macdonald Street in the heart of the "O-Zone," a term given to the area by 40 Avalon Gangster Crip members. Life in the neighborhood— revolved around a single affiliation: the 40 Avalon Gangster Crips. That was their youth's identity, the result of birth and geography. It came before religion, even before race. In August 2022, right before the start of his junior year, Tyson was home at his aunt's house waiting on his best friend. But before he made it there, Tamonte Joseph was shot and killed in a dispute over a dice game. They'd been close since middle school, as their interests shifted from video games to girls. Tamonte was pretty good in a street fight too. After the death of his best friend, Somondre began getting involved in the streets more. He started smoking weed he would buy from gang members and staying out late. His grades in school gradually began declining. Tyson was hurt for a while, but he'd get used to it soon enough, though. Underlying each ceremony, the preacher's sermon, even the grief itself, was a palpable sense of dread and an expectation of more violence...