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(The content seen below and throughout is not to be taken into in character aknowledgement and conversation. It is solely a thread to provide context as well as media that depicts the development of James Provenzano's character). James (Jimmy) Provenzano Jr. (born September 10th, 1990) is an inducted member of the Martorano crime family. He was arrested and charged with racketeering on April 18. Personal life Born in San Diego, James was raised in a household that preserved its native culture despite the fact that both his parents (Maria & James Sr. Provenzano) were second generation. James’ family celebrated the culture within San Diego’s Little Italy and held tightly to it, within everyday life and yearly events such as the Little Italy Festa held in October. James Sr. was a part of the Little Italy Neighborhood Association, an organisation that was responsible for maintaining low crime rates as well as looking after trash collection, special events, and community outreach. As well as this, his father ran a small salon business and his mother was an employee of said business. James Jr’s grandparents were popular among the farmers markets within Little Italy for their seafood. From a young age, James played soccer competitively, participating in the local soccer leagues hosted by the US Youth Soccer National League. An out-right box-to-box midfielder, James was scouted in his early teens and moved up to the Golden Valley League during his tenure through middle & high school. The future was bright for the young, talented athlete who was making waves within the community for his engine that he brought to the field; plenty of stamina to give alongside a killer eye for a deadly pass behind the defense. After the passing of James Jr’s father in 2006 he became a social recluse and opted to take care of his grieving mother. Provenzano Jr. later left the family home. Death of James Provenzano Sr. On a winter’s night in 2006, James Sr. Provenzano drowned unexpectedly at approximately 12:30 in the morning, swallowed up by the aggressive winter current on the Sweetwater channel whilst under the influence of alcohol. His body was recovered two weeks later after an investigation launched for the well-known James Sr. among his community. Mourning began within Little Italy, a minute’s silence was held among the mercato. The death of her husband left Maria severely devastated, and she struggled to recover. Los Santos early years James revisited soccer years after his father's passing. James reached out to previous coaches and teachers and requested letters of recommendation to ULSA so that he could enroll on a scholarship program. The University of San Andreas, Los Santos, accepted James Jr. Provenzano for a grad coach scholarship program. Thus, James moved into the campus of ULSA and pursued a career in traditional sports coaching, specifically in soccer. Two years into his studies, James became a product of the college culture that at the time surrounded ecstasy escapades and other class A drugs. James was caught dealing an eighth of cocaine to a neighboring student in their dorm hall. The mishap was caught on camera after suspicions had arisen due James’ lack of aptitude. After two years at ULSA, James dropped out. He began couch surfing shortly after his depature from ULSA, brushing shoulders with criminally minded individuals. Eager to maintain a champagne lifestyle with lemonade money, James worked casual labor jobs involving but not limited to: forklift driving, heavy machinery operation, construction, delivery driver etc. All whilst cliquing up with some of Los Santos' amateur underworld figures. At 22 years old James connected with a Chinese-American drug dealer named Kingsley Chiu and began couriering drugs into San Fierro for Kingsley’s crew, who had tight-knit relations with the Wo On Lok, or Water Room Gang, a notorious Triad. Feeling the heat, Kingsley Chiu slowed down operations, which inevitably left James out of pocket. The Martorano crime family Associate James Provenzano linked with Ralph Sciandra, a known affiliate of the Martorano crime family. The pair, alongside Frank Ida, formed a formidable partnership that began to make waves in Vinewood's show business. An ESPN contracted, pay-per-view, mixed martial arts event held at The Rockford Dome under Ralph Sciandra was a monumental success and inevitably catapulted the trio into Vinewood's circle of nightlife tycoons. This later encouraged James Provenzano to muscle his way into a business lease for the popular nightclub Tequi-La-La. James Provenzano and Frank Ida masterminded a complex credit card fraud scheme that takes in an estimated $40,000 per week. The scheme involves purchasing gas using fraudulant information, obtained and administered by Melody Hadley, Frank Ida's girlfriend. Murders Becoming more and more integrated within the ranks of the Martorano crime family, James Provenzano began to commit and act as an acomplice on a series of murders. Ralph Nedra, a known associate of Nathaniel Agro was shot and killed in James Provenzano's home by Provenznao himself. Domenick Cessaro was murdered by Nathaniel Agro in Provenzano's vehicle and thereafter took part in the burial. Victoria Miller, LSNN reporter, was pronounced missing on March 16; Provenzano was an accomplice to Miller's murder. During the tensions within Vinewood between the Martorano crime family and a Eurasian organized crime group, Provenzano murdered two Armenian associates. Club Malibu, one of Los Santos' most renown nightclub was burnt down in an arson attack headed by James Provenzano, understandably in relation to the war in Vinewood between several illegal outfits. Made Man James Provenzano was inducted into the Martorano family per Ralph Sciandra's recommendation. Shortly after Provenzano's initiation, he was arrested and charged for racketeering and involvement in organized crime.

EASTSIDE VINEWOOD SKINHEADS COMMUNITY AND ENVIROMENT A few short years after the unconditional surrender of the Axis Powers in WW2 and the blast of new opportunity that came with the start of the baby boomer generation, the area that is now known today as Vinewood was suddenly sparked to life with family, businesses and an overall bigger and flourishing community. New housing and property projects continued to pop up over the years, eventually turning what was originally farmland and the occasional home into the area we now know as East Vinewood. Eventually, East Vinewood grew into and became a great value neighborhood for new families and those with lower income, situated by the newly constructed highway; with lots to offer in the terms of homes and housing for its predominantly Caucasian residents. The community continued to do somewhat well throughout the years, but as better housing and community started popping up in different areas, the mainstay of Vinewood itself being generally known as a more rich, and unaffordable area, and the east side not generally having much to offer in terms of tourism, things to do, etc. It ended up being abandoned in the eyes of potential investors and anyone looking for a place to move in. As we hit the early 1980’s, property and living costs continued to rise, and in the middle of a drug and crack cocaine epidemic, the community wasn’t doing to great to say the least. The neighborhood’s reputation steadily declined, and the crime rate drastically rose, with many residents during this era left with empty pockets and addicted to drugs. Burglary happened often, and it was always a running joke to never forget to lock your car, or someone WILL break the window to take what pocket change is there. Years it continued and couldn't go unnoticed or be ignored, many complaints from residents across the board, the city of Los Santos attempted to remedy the problem with some half ditch efforts of installing new skate parks, inciting a neighborhood watch program, and even some new playgrounds and community centers. The new skate park park built in the area connected new and experienced skaters and random neighborhood kids alike, bonding over the new trends and culture that skating and Punk Rock brought up with its popularity. Also seen in places such as Vespucci and the rest of Vinewood at this time. It gave kids and teenagers alike something to do in their summers, often entire communities of kids and teenagers coming from all over the neighborhood to participate in local skate competitions and underground Punk Rock concerts, but overtime drug use has been glorified in the community, now a mainstay in the culture, but now known as one of the last standing communities in Vinewood that hasn't been touched by gentrification, Most households have had the same family for generations and scared to let go; the old designed buildings and abandoned apartments stuck in time from many generations ago is still what many people call home. built in the area connected new and experienced skaters and random neighborhood kids alike, bonding over the new trends and culture that skating and Punk Rock brought up with its popularity. Also seen in places such as Vespucci and the rest of Vinewood at this time. It gave kids and teenagers alike something to do in their summers, often entire communities of kids and teenagers coming from all over the neighborhood to participate in local skate competitions and underground Punk Rock concerts, but overtime drug use has been glorified in the community, now a mainstay in the culture, but now known as one of the last standing communities in Vinewood that hasn't been touched by gentrification, Most households have had the same family for generations and scared to let go; the old designed buildings and abandoned apartments stuck in time from many generations ago is still what many people call home. Ryder (Incarcerated), Grumps (Deceased) and Jack (Alive) Jack's going away party, circa 1994 EARLY DAYS/STARTUP Originally starting from a small tight-knit friend group of friends and other local teenagers around the neighborhood of Glory Way in the early 1990’s, most of these friends not meeting through school, but instead meeting through skateboarding, or their parents being friends with another family who happened to have children as well. They always got along well, hanging out every day and even starting their own garage band. During their time at Vinewood High, these teens would almost always stick together with their friends, family, and kids from the same neighborhood, as many other students liked to point fingers and tease and bully some students from the area, often yelling on the bus and screaming about “White trash”, “Hillbilly!”, “Hick!” and other things, generally based around the fact that East Vinewood is seen as the thumb of the area, and often avoided because of the mostly white population, and while not a neighborhood stricken with poverty, it’s a “lower class” area, especially compared to the rest of Vinewood.More often then not, this constant teasing and problems at school led to students skipping, or even full out dropping out. Often turning to drugs and petty crime such as vandalism, theft and alcohol to pass the time and get a cheap thrill. This escalated quickly, and eventually most of the friends ended up dropping out of school together, not wanting to be alone in classes. As things escalated from just small things like smoking weed, it quickly started turning to doing things like psychedelics, cocaine, and things like that as it became plentiful and easy to get in the area. Now hyped up on drugs, jobless and without much education, these now late-teens started bringing down younger generations with them, teaching them things about drugs, and getting them to shoplift for them so they don’t risk getting banned from stores. This, mixed with heavy drug use, eventually rose to teens running around with their father’s rifles, robbing nearby community gas stations and forming stick-up crews. Heavily influenced by skateboarding and punk rock music at this time, they often took most of their culture from Vespucci beach, which also happens to be predominantly white. With the skateboarding and drug culture, also came the skinhead culture of local gangs in that area. The group slowly and surely started and pinning their hate, lack of money, and drug problems on those from other neighborhoods who originally bullied them at school, or even those who wouldn’t hang out with them. Quickly adapting their hate of those specific teenagers to instead take pride in themselves and take pride in their own race, now mixed with the skinhead culture, being proud of being called things such as “White trash” and “Hick”, where originally kids felt ashamed. The small warband of Caucasian teenagers had heavy influence from nearby skinhead gangs, and through the culture of skateboarding, was taken under the wings of the older heads. The formerly innocent group of white kids quickly adapted and took on the skinhead culture, and in their prime, was a very violent group of teenagers, often thought to be the culprit of many racist attacks and hate crimes. They were also largely involved in the methamphetamine trade in the area.Drugs thrived throughout Los Santos; Methamphetamine being a common hit in the drug trade, a cheap substitute for the addictive and expensive pills that were prescribed. Once the infamous drug "Tweak/Crank/Scante" hit Los Santos, the word came out that a new drug that was more affordable and easier to get their hands on. Rapidly violent crimes spread through ought the city like wildfire for the small crystals that gave a liveliness, energetic, addictive high. MODERN DAY/ADAPTING THE M's Considered as a "newer" founded skinhead gang but following the same rules and structure as any other skinhead gang. What was originally a misfit group of kids eventually adapted recruiting new members and living a new way of life. The younger heads eventually coining the name "Meth, Money, Murder", "Triple M Gang", and many other nicknames for the crew. The once small and tight-knit group of teenagers in the 90’s exploding in growth over the years, recruiting their children, siblings, friends, and others around the neighborhood. Exploiting the poverty-stricken Caucasian teenagers throughout East Vinewood. Meth, Money, Murder deliberately recruited from high schools’ areas, middle schools and took in kids who came from unstable house holds and dysfunctional families. Taking advantages of kids who just wanted friends and a sense of a real family, picking them out and their traits; some being crash dummies and some being smart, the list goes on. Forcing many of the kids into difficult situations and seeing how they react. Learning from what their older generation taught them of street gang warfare tactics. Their tactics functioned heavily on younger kids, brainwashing them and training them as a "soldier" in their eyes; their militant ways caused heavy racial attacks and crime throughout Los Santos. Selling whatever they get their hands on, ranging from all types of drugs from psychedelic drugs to hardcore narcotics. Typically using the "Get Down or Lay Down" tactic to extort local Laundromats, convenience stores, and other small-time businesses and residents in different areas to make some money, but always having brotherhood like love to everyone in their community and neighborhood families who raised them. This war band of skinheads mostly tend to keep sticking to themselves, generally spotted at a local park either drinking, skating, or senseless fighting for fun. Still remembering their roots and passing down knowledge through the generations as the older heads ended up dead, serving life in prison or still roaming the streets.

Brand new Film Production Company aiming to break into the Vinewood Movie industry , bringing quality independent feature films to Los Santos. Created by Angela Marchese, passionate film creator and actress, willing to introduce fresh and creative ideas into Los Santos movie scene. We are currently hiring, make your dreams come true! If you are willing to be a star on the screen, or want to help behind the camera, fill the following application and send it to [email protected] ((Forum PM)) Subject: Career in Marchese Films Name: Phone no.: Age: About you: Role you are applying for: Expectations from the job: Additional information: (( Timezone and active hours(by server time): )) ((OOC Info: The purpose of this company is not to create fancy videos using menyoo, but to actully roleplay acting, shooting scenes, posting SS of the roleplay as if they were movies and eventually gain IC recognition))

Hello! I am looking for a house or big enough apartment for 2-3 people to live in central/north/west LS (I would prefer Richman/Vespucci Beach/Vinewood/Rockford Hills/Burton/Hawick or any other good and safe area). I am looking for 2 bedrooms at a minimum (could be more). Maximum price range: $160,000-$200,000 (could be more if the offer is reasonable) I will take a look at the cheaper offers to! Don't worry and offer for me everything that you have!

The Mongols Motorcycle club is a “one-percenter” motorcycle gang and alleged organized crime syndicate. The club was originally formed in Montebello, California by hispanic Vietnam-war veterans who were said to be refused entry into the Hells Angels due to their ethnicity. The Mongols Motorcycle Club is currently headquartered by their “mother chapter” in Southern California where their main presence is felt, and the club is still in active war with their notorious rivals, the Hells Angels. The club has chapters in fifteen states, as well as international charters in Mexico, Australia, Canada, Russia, Germany, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Switzerland and New Zealand. The Mongols started much like most clubs in the late sixties. A rowdy bunch of misfits, closely bonded by friendship, family, and brotherhood who enjoyed riding motorcycles, partying hard, and had a strong distaste for the views and ideologies of mainstream society. It didn’t stay that way for long. They eventually began pushing guns and narcotics, making a profit from anything they could, all while making their presence known. The Mongols are known for a broad spectrum of crime ranging from petty theft, to arms and narcotics trafficking, prostitution, robbery, and even murder. In the first five years after 1969, the club grew from the backstreets of East Los Angeles to establishing chapters in San Diego, Bakersfield, Long Beach, and also the San Gabriel and San Fernando Valleys (SGV/SFV). The club’s name is a tribute to the Mongol army of the legendary Genghis Khan, and their logo is a representation of Genghis, the founder of the empire, riding a motorcycle. The Mongols colors are black and white. The Mongols M.C. developed an immediate strong hold in the Southern California area. At the time and even now there were really no other 1%er clubs co-existing in these areas. During the early 1970’s the Mongols M.C. launched this new American biker movement into the West Coast area. This was a lifestyle, a culture, and a way of life for the brothers riding around on their chopped Harley Davidson motorcycles on the streets of East Los Angeles showing power and solidarity. The majority of new member were ex Vietnam veterans returning from the recent war. The brothers were accustomed to a strict disciplined, regimented program that was about honor, loyalty, respect, and camaraderie. This made them a force to be reckoned with. The Mongols name derived from the Mongol Empire that was led by Genghis Khan. The Mongols divided and conquered big countries throughout Eastern Europe in the early 1200’s. They were known to be highly disciplined, superbly coordinated and brilliant in tactics. The Mongols were fearless warriors on horseback. Yet small in numbers with a lot of heart they dominated and decimated their enemies; Hence the Mongols name that we now wear proudly on our backs, but the difference now is we ride iron horses. At the end of the day it’s about “Quality not Quantity!” - Lil' Dave (National President) It is our aim to create a realistic and enjoyable outlaw 1%er Motorcycle Club role-play environment, more specifically, a portrayal of the Mongols MC's Compton, East Los Angeles, Hollywood, and San Gabriel Valley Chapters. We strive to uphold our strict image of a primarily Hispanic motorcycle club and live up to the colloquial nickname of "cholos on wheels". Standing true to the stories of real life Mongols members and the club itself, many members here role-play as ex gangbangers from different Sureño sets, although this is not mandatory as Caucasian members are also welcomed, encouraged & accepted. Mongols MC chapters operate semi-independently of each other, so it's important to think about your character's portrayal and demographic when choosing a chapter to interact with. We recommend thinking about the local demographic of the area, the style of roleplay you'd like to be engaged in, and your character's future progression and growth. These things are all important to consider when starting out. You can find Mongols MC chapters in the following locations: DAVIS EAST L.S. VINEWOOD SAN CHIANSKI VALLEY Any questions, concerns, or other queries can be directed to @Gong. MONGOLS MC and the Mongols logo (R) are trademarks owned by the Mongols Nation Motorcycle Club, and full credit and respect is given to the club. Scenes, depictions, edited photographs and opinions associated with this faction on GTA:World are not necessarily the opinions of the real-life Mongols Nation Motorcycle Club.

John "Tuna" Capra is a late thirties LS based mobster, primarily serving as a made man/soldier in The Conti Crime Family. It is rumored Capra arrived in Los Santos with ambitions to continue his semi-successful sales career. However, his lust for money seems to have taken a turn for the worse after introduction to Gerald Marchetti, at the time, a leading solider in The Conti Crime Family. The introduction seems to have occurred due to Capra's ownership of Zampa's Quality Meats & Deli, once owned by long-term associate of The Los Santos Crime Family, Paul "The Butcher" Zampa. It is said that Capra was hosting an underground card game alongside Nicholas Trisano where he first came on Marchetti's radar and subsequently put on record with the mafia. Since taking the role of manager in famous, fine dining restaurant Giovanni's Trattoria, it is believed Capra answered to long-term consigliere Joseph Campagna. However, his brief stint with Campagna was short lived as he left to Europe for unknown reasons. Capra returned to Marchetti and helped create the foundations of the Clinton Avenue Crew as the crew's ringleader alongside long term partner Nicholas Trisano. In late-April Capra used his accumulated financial wealth from his numerous rackets to invest in a rundown warehouse building in Clinton Avenue, Vinewood. This new business venture has led to Capra being the sole founder of The Lucky Fish casino, supposedly named by Conti underboss Dominic Altomare after Capra's nickname "Tuna". As well as Zampa's Quality Meats & Deli, it is believed to be the home of Capra's operations which span from extortion, bookmaking, drug trafficking and loansharking. During Capra's time as an associate in the Clinton Avenue Crew, led by newly promoted captain Gerald Marchetti, he was noticed by leaders of the Conti Crime Family after pulling off the biggest heist in the borgata's history. In early May, Capra and Trisano walked away from Bad Day Goods, a pawn shop used as a front for arms trafficking, with a $671,000.00 take. It was dubbed by criminal circles as the "Bad Days Haul." Yoska Makula, the owner of Bad Days Goods, disappeared and in typical mob fashion his body was never found. Shortly after, Marchetti vouched for Capra's membership into the borgata. Capra received his button and was inducted into the America Mafia at the prime age of 39. After the brutal daylight murder of Marco Caruso at the hands of the young Melrose Crew, chaos ensued in the Conti family. Campagna, once Capra's mentor and leader demanded compensation for the death of Caruso, who was falsely on record with the consiglierie. The amounted totaled to $200,000.00. He believed the duo were at fault as the Melrose Crew answered to the pair. Although against Cosa Nostra principles, Conti sanctioned the request at an upstairs meeting inside Clinton Avenue's Dirty Duke. During the sit-down, Capra was able to negotiate the fee down to a measly $60,000.00 claiming that Caruso's murderers in fact answered to Conti solider, Henry D'Amico. Nonetheless, Capra and Trisano out of respect to mafia traditions, asked for the stubborn boss to change his verdict. Conti gifted Capra the compensation under the false pretext that the situation was put to bed. However, on the eve of the 17th of July Clinton crew associate, James Donnelli, requested Capra to leave the Lucky Fish casino which was housing a high stakes poker game at the time. Trisano followed, both under the ruse that Donnelli had information regarding the upcoming indictments via his corrupt police official. Trisano and Capra were set up and fatally shot, both their bodies were never found. The Clinton Avenue crew spiraled out of control, those who had once claimed their loyalty to captain Gerald Marchetti had shown their true colors after associate Benjamin Nicci and lower level crew members kidnapped and shot Marchetti loyalists in an act of vengeance. The San Andreas Bureau of Investigation luckily brought a stop to the potential war, arresting key figures such as Lawrence Zampa and Joseph Agresta, one of who had been conspiring to murder Marchetti. Clinton Avenue was in shambles with at least twenty associates either fleeing after the murders of Capra and Trisano or switching allegiances to the government. Luckily for the Conti administration, aware of the looming federal threat, the forever self interested John Tuna Capra had already asked his lawyer, Tito Mendez, to draft a leniency deal in return for his cooperation. But as the age old saying goes: dead men cannot speak. ((John Capra has been my character for the last few months. I've wanted to create a character topic for a while but feared it was too late. Though, after consideration have decided to go for it. I'll update regularly with screenshots and upload important ones below that were integral to John's character development. The character story will host recycled LCN based screens from The Conti Crime Family faction thread and showcase screenshots that are either lore relevant or show off John's character. ))

"You can learn a lot from a dog: obedience, loyalty, and the importance of turning around three times before lying down." Name: Zacarías Alejandro Evans Birthday: September 28, 1994 Nationality: Mother - Puerto Rican, Father - Irish - from Liberty City, South Bohan. Height: 6'2 Feet Weight: 198 Pounds Build: Muscular Toned Voice: Deep & Soft Pet Name: Zeus ( Rottweiler ) Initials: Eye Color: Light Blue Hair Color: Black-ish dark brown. Hairstyle: Bald / Buzzed Skin Tone: Light Brown. Scars: Has three total for now. One in the shape of an Ace on his middle finger ( burn mark ), another two scars on the side of his left cheek ( knife fight ) Tattoos: Not too many tattoos. A tattoo would "ACE" would be seen on his neck, another tattoo of a $ sign on the left side of his neck & a tattoo of a larger $ sign on his left pec with two daggers piercings through each side, last but not least would be the tattoo on the right side of his neck wording out " S I N N E R " ( find the rest out ic ) Disorder/Issues: Unforgiving & Vindictive ( find the rest out IC ) Clothes: Loose, casual & street-wear, red or black attire. Very rarely wears 'high class' clothing, unless needed. Mood: Relaxed & friendly. Overly silent in most "questionable" situations. Always watching someone for their first move, pretty confrontational if his family or loved ones are threatened. Place of Interest: Vinewood, Power Street, Davis & The Beach. Unique Items: His fathers' switchblade & car. Love: Very loyal, protective and overly fond and caring when in a relationship. - Currently Single. Orientation: ( Figure it out IC ) Rap, Music, Working out, BMX, Cooking, Movies and more! ( Figure out the rest IG/IC ) Tattoos: He loves ink, thinks of it as an art, doesn't really find the time or place to judge anyone for it, has quite a few himself. Scarification: Only one on his middle finger in the shape of an Ace. Alcohol: Who doesn't love a beer or more with the family even better with the woman around. Drugs: Depends on the time and place, doesn't do much hard shit. Mainly sticks to weed and party drugs such as MDMA, Molly and once in a blue moon will do a bump or two. Junk food: Loves his junk-food -.. hot dogs, Twinkies, donuts, pastries & just about anything from the 24/7 or gas stations, but usually tries to burn it off shortly after the next week following. Gangs: Without family, what would there be? Smoking: Weed, Cigarettes and that's just about it! Murder: There's a place and time for everything, let it be in the alleyway or in public to send a message. Races: He loves everyone unconditionally until they make him see otherwise, hates racists. Racists: Hates them with a fiery passion, wishes them dead. Police: The worst, nothing but goody-two-shoes and stuck up snobs. Music: Rap, Lofi, Hip-Hop & Instrumentals. Guns: Needed in "important" and dangerous situations. Early Years Zacarías Alejandro Evans was born in Southern Bohan, Liberty City. Thought it was a poor and quiet household, he had his loving parents, three wild older brothers, and his younger brother, Osirus. Being the second youngest wasn't the best, but he still had what he needed; his family, his father ( Irish ) and mother ( Puerto Rican ), and his best pal 'Mikey'. Nonetheless, this area of Bohan was not the safest, by any means and most often filled with hoodlums, gangs and plenty more. As the second youngest, he was always looking up to his older brothers, even though they were often committing pretty crimes; let it be selling weed for his father or stealing out of cars on the streets. Jail time was a common occurrence amongst the household, especially with his father, Benjamin. Benjamin was a hard and rough man. He worked at the warehouse docks, usually as a Laborer most days. He would often be moving boxes, hanging around, and sometimes working under the table for the 'higher' ups around the area; typically running as a mule for those around. Usually he was forced to run packages of coke, weed and sometimes ammunition around Bohan in order to pay off his debt to his boss, Peter, or as people like to call him "Big Pete". Zach's mother 'Maria' worked a fine and honest job at the Florist shop downtown, called, "Blossoms 'n Such". His parents were honest and loved their children with all they could give. They worked hard to provide them with food, a roof over their head and most of all, their love and smiling faces. However, it all came crashing down when his father was caught at a road stop, trafficking a few ounces of cocaine. Benjamin was sent to the pen for life after "Big Pete" ratted him out on various other Scandals to save his own hide. It was a fair day outside when Zach was walking down to main-street on an errand to get some milk and bread for his mother's "famous" bread pudding. Zach got home and about twenty minutes after he'd gone to go to his room to draw and play, he heard the heart-wrenching scream from downstairs. He ran as fast as he could and that's when he saw his mother weeping into the phone, curled up on the floor against the wall. His father was stabbed in the courtyard for ratting out " Big Pete" on his lies. Growing up Growing up he watched all three of his more elderly brothers get thrown in jail, various times for lesser petty crimes and or getting thrown into the cruisers of the local PD. He started dragging himself closer to his brothers as his mother had to take on a second job at the Deli, as well as the Florist job she already had. Zach was usually always left alone or with his oldest brother Sean.Growing into a finer and more sculpted younger man he was, often laundering around outside, hanging with girls he attempted to try to bring back home, sometimes succeeding or sometimes not. He was a pretty sculpted guy for his age.Zach's day to day was either working at the same warehouse where his father was working, working with the 'boys', carrying out small tasks like moving crates here or a bucket there, cleaning the table tops of the lunchroom. Nothing overly huge was pushed onto his plate until he received the word that he was asked to take care of his fathers' debt, that's when the work started to turn into further and more dangerous acts, running bricks of weed, small grams of coke for the same Boss his father use to work for. At least he was making some pretty serious cash on the side.Zach saw his family get locked up by the time he was nineteen, still working for the same scum-bag boss and his mother coming into her early depression, popping pills ( pain killers ) and drinking mostly every night. Zach was trying to get out as far as he could for his brother Osiris, trying to capture his own slice of life, something further away from Bohan. Moving on Nothing was the same now; his older brother Sean was at home and was working with Zach strongly beside "Big Pete", usually trafficking 'heat' ( pistols ) to the other end of town on their bikes and or stolen cars that would be supplied for just the occasion. Their mother was always traveling around the city, hardly ever home... no one recognized what she was really doing during her 'episodes' anymore. Zach ultimately received the big deal he'd been waiting for, moving ten ounces of blow across the bridge and towards Broker. The deal was completely fine until the guy decided there was "no deal" and pulled out a gun, Zach ran around the corner as his brother ran the other direction. Four minutes was just enough, the shooting started to pop off... his brother Sean was trying to shoot the man as Zach wrapped around the building, waiting until the time was perfect, every shot counted and noise took advantage of. Zach used every shot to get closer to the gunman, keeping silent and down to the ground, hiding behind boxes and holding his breath until Sean used his last bullet. Zach ran up to the man and slipped out his fathers' old switchblade, stabbing the gunman him three times in the back rapidly, two times in the hip and snatched his gun, running back to Sean, grabbing the drugs, money and the car as they headed back to town to discuss with "Big Pete" what happened upon the situation. Thus "Big-Pete" giving Zach the nickname "Creep" for his actions.Zach explained to the 'big boys' at the Warehouse that the man started to shoot, no one was allowed to speak, move or barely utter a peep until Pete managed to breathe and relax down. Zach was dismissed, told to never come back and was left for the dead, as well as Sean. Weeks were devoted examining the window as 'familiar' cars would drive by the block, most often slowing down outside Zachs' house, observing their mother go in and out of the neighboring dilapidated apartment. A month went by and everything was fine, Sean got a job at some construction company and abandoned the deals and wheels behind, as did Zach. The two started working together in construction just under the overpass in Eastern Dukes. It was about nine at night when Zach and Sean came home, noticing bullet holes in the window, door and the bricks layering just outside the apartment, their mother in a pool of blood just beside the kitchen sink and Osirus hiding in Zachs' closet, upset and shook. The End Zach twenty-three, Sean... Twenty-six and Osirus now seventeen. The other brother's still in jail, father and mother dead, no one was there to make 'family' worthwhile anymore, but the trio. They were not always getting along, but they were family, they where blood and most importantly... they were survivors. It's been a few years, some weeks and some hard hours. The three moved in some blocks towards central Bohan, away from the slummier area of the 'slums'. Zach came home with from a long day on the high rise, working with Sean. The two loafed in their brown and stained old couch, Osirus was playing some old video games on the computer and complaining about the food in the house, often a normal occurrence It was the same for weeks in and out until Zach came across a poster hanging up on a light-post the area where they were working. "Los Santos, where the low come to live and the high come to give", Zach quickly ripped down the poster and stuffed it into his pocket to show his brothers at home. The brothers all agreed it'd be safest to save up some money, move away from Liberty City and start anew elsewhere, far... far away from "Big-Pete" and his hoodrat gang. It took six more months and is now nearly Zachs' birthday, but it happened. They finally paid off most of the bills they had debt too, and most importantly saved some extra cash on the side, packing boxes and staying up late. Finding a cheaper apartment in the more 'safer' places in Los Santos was more difficult than planned but it wasn't exactly impossible. The three agreed on a place on Power Street, Vinewood. A place that wasn't exactly the best of the whole 'LS' lifestyle or the lowest, some would say... mediocre?Zach spent the last week visiting his older brothers in jail, promising them he'd be safe and take care of Osirus, along with Sean and the others, heartfelt discussions where had and tears where shed as he said goodbye to his best friend 'Mikey', leading off with a nice thug-hug to end it all on the spot. Zach went home and packed the car with the four boxes they had, a few sleeping bags and some pillows, little clothes and a bit of food... that was it. Los Santos was bright, vibrant, beautiful. Everyone was a lot nicer than those in Liberty City, helpful and most of all.. not trying to kill the three. They moved into a shitty apartment down in Davis. Zach got a job at the local LTD and Sean found work at the construction unit down by Alta, and Osirus mainly stayed home, keeping the house secure and cleaned up among the three, playing video games and tending to some 'weed' plants he found in the back of someone's yard. Zach came home one day after a few beers from the bar " The Banjo " and ran among a down and out man, seemed his name went by Rat, wasn't particularly the nicest man but wasn't the worst. Zach and the inked up figure spent hours talking among the situations they have both been in, the loss of friends and family among the many years and how difficult it was to find a place safe enough for his younger brother to grow up and just go to school, perhaps college. Rat mentioned a friend that has recently left the city and how his apartment was up for grabs, without further hesitation. Zach made the deal to pay 'Rat' off over time in payments, leasing the house (rent to own), the location was perfect, it was close to everything and everyone, Power Street. A few weeks went by and the brothers unpacked their belongings in their new home on Power Street, happy and content with their situation, noticing the changes and how nice things where running, life was near perfect. Osirus was studying some, pretty smart for his age too, Zach was working as a laborer with his brother Sean running a small group as a Foreman around the Alta Construction Site. Zach was relaxing on the couch playing some video games with his younger brother as Sean burst through the door with a pale and panicked face, turning dead-pan to the two, "Z, yo.. I swear to fuck I just saw some of Petes' old men by the stripper joint in Strawberry, Homie!" Zach moved uncomfortably away from the TV and grabbed Osirus by the arm gently as the trio went into the kitchen to talk about the former chaos that was terrorizing their home in Liberty City. Zach looked at the two with a calm and overly relaxed face, holding his brothers' shoulders with intent. "Maybe it's about time we stop running, look what we got manos'. We got a mother fucking house, our dog, our familia and jobs. I ain't running no more homies, these fuckers want to come into 'our' home now, they can run out of 'our' home. Fuck Big-Pete and fuck the gang, we're power street" ( Those who are more interested in the story, information or anything about The Power-Street Aces and Zach or his brothers, there is plenty to find out down the line through IC actions. As to what you'll be to Zach down the line in his story is completely up to you and the actions provided during RP. See you in game, have fun!

Hello, yesterday I was looking for some house I could buy. The first district I went to was Vinewood, then I saw there are NO HOUSES to buy. Wha-..? It is the most beautiful district I ve ever seen. I just want to ask, where are the rich people supposed to live? I found only 2 Villas but already someone bought them. There are so many beautiful modern houses in Vinewood, please we want to buy them! You could also add new clothing shop locations, make every gas station functionable, and so on.. Make the city more alive.