Name: Age: Gender: Condition: Healthy. Physical Description: Personality: Trait: One good and one bad, determined by personality and physical description. Bio: Optional. Be aware that in order to become a made man, you must be of Italian descent(or lie about having Italian descent). Perk: Determined by the bio. ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor: Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
Right. So I'm not really in the mood to type out a big long description of this. Noobs, Loco, you know what it is. New York City, 1930s. We may or may not be accepting other players, I'd have to talk to them about that. I'm not sure which one of us will GM first, so if either of you two wants to GM first, that's fine.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Run to him and drop-kick him in the chest/stomach. (Whichever one is good) Then crawl to a bottle. Wait until he advances toward me, smash the bottle on the ground, then stab him in the neck.
Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
after 45 secs i pay and follow
Alright, well they just go back the building they were at earlier.
Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
they seriously couldn't be together ALL the time, i just wait until he is alone
Name: Joseph L. S. DiCapitano. Age: 24. Gender: Male. Condition: Healthy. Physical Description: Tall, muscular, gaunt, olive skin, short black hair, grey eyes, small scar on the temple. Personality: Quiet, serious, resourceful, tough, hard-working. Trait: Better at hand to hand fighting and taking the pain - Worse at bartering(has to pay higher prices for buying things, and gets lower prices for selling). Bio: He was born in Palermo, Italy to an Italian soldier and an Italian nurse(Florence Nightingale effect, anyone?). Shortly after his birth, DiCapitano's father was killed in World War I by Austrian soldiers, and shortly afterward he and his mother immigrated to the United States hoping to escape the war in Europe. They came to Newark through Ellis Island when DiCapitano was 3 years old, and the war ended shortly afterward. Being Italian immigrants, DiCapitano and his mother had a very difficult time in the United States, and his mother-who had turned to slightly less legal employment for the money to live-was killed when DiCapitano was 14, and DiCapitano lived on the streets afterward. He stole what he needed, and nothing more; he fought off his enemies, but never started a fight; and although he grew accustomed to living in destitution and poverty, he began to want wealth. So, he went from Newark to Manhattan, hoping to join one of the gangs and make a name for himself. Perk: I know the way!: you know the streets of teh poor areas ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor: Torn jacket, dirty shirt, trousers. Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
DiCapitano enters the Genovese hideout.
i can if no one else will, i have finals so half days and no school on friday
That wouldn't be fair though, you already did your GMing.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Run to him and drop-kick him in the chest/stomach. (Whichever one is good) Then crawl to a bottle. Wait until he advances toward me, smash the bottle on the ground, then stab him in the neck.
Okay you succeed and he stumbles back. You roll to the bottle and smash it on the ground but when you go to stab him he grabs your arms and holds you there as you both struggle to get the upper hand.
Name:Aldo Florenzio Age:45 Gender:M Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing). Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job. Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $60. Weapons:Butterfly knife Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
they seriously couldn't be together ALL the time, i just wait until he is alone
They are just sitting around talking and drinking.
Name: Joseph L. S. DiCapitano. Age: 24. Gender: Male. Condition: Healthy. Physical Description: Tall, muscular, gaunt, olive skin, short black hair, grey eyes, small scar on the temple. Personality: Quiet, serious, resourceful, tough, hard-working. Trait: Better at hand to hand fighting and taking the pain - Worse at bartering(has to pay higher prices for buying things, and gets lower prices for selling). Bio: He was born in Palermo, Italy to an Italian soldier and an Italian nurse(Florence Nightingale effect, anyone?). Shortly after his birth, DiCapitano's father was killed in World War I by Austrian soldiers, and shortly afterward he and his mother immigrated to the United States hoping to escape the war in Europe. They came to Newark through Ellis Island when DiCapitano was 3 years old, and the war ended shortly afterward. Being Italian immigrants, DiCapitano and his mother had a very difficult time in the United States, and his mother-who had turned to slightly less legal employment for the money to live-was killed when DiCapitano was 14, and DiCapitano lived on the streets afterward. He stole what he needed, and nothing more; he fought off his enemies, but never started a fight; and although he grew accustomed to living in destitution and poverty, he began to want wealth. So, he went from Newark to Manhattan, hoping to join one of the gangs and make a name for himself. Perk: I know the way!: you know the streets of teh poor areas ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor: Torn jacket, dirty shirt, trousers. Vehicle: Misc.: Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
DiCapitano enters the Genovese hideout.
I need Loco to tell me more.
That wouldn't be fair though, you already did your GMing.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Punch him in the face. Then kick him in the groin. Finally stab him in the neck.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Punch him in the face. Then kick him in the groin. Finally stab him in the neck.
You aren't able to punch him since he is holding both your hands, you try to kick but he releases your hands and backs away. He jumps back as you try to stab him and he pulls out his own blade and takes a swing at you barely missing you.
she's followed a few members there from a trade spot, and trying to get in
and as i said it's an old decrepit part of town
Alright well it looks like a rundown building, it is full of people with guns.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Wait for him to attack. When he does, dodge, grab his arm, then stab his knife hand until he let's go of the knife. Smash the bottle over his head, grab the knife, then stab him with it.
Name:Tyrone Jenkins Age:20 Gender:Male Condition: Healthy. Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun. Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns). ------ Family: Rank: Allies: Enemies: ------ Money: $100. Weapons: Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. Vehicle: Misc.: Products:
Wait for him to attack. When he does, dodge, grab his arm, then stab his knife hand until he let's go of the knife. Smash the bottle over his head, grab the knife, then stab him with it.
Word of advice, take it slower. One action at a time. He manages to hit you with the knife forcing you to drop the bottle.
