well what family am i in wtf am i supposed to do
...Loco, you don't just start out in a family. You could talk to the police to see where the local mafias' HQs are, so you can go there and try joining them.
D'you guys think that I should add the possibility of being like a detective to this game too?
I guess I'll GM for today as well, but who wants to take it after tonight?
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).
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Family: You'll get invited to one eventually.
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Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor
Just clothes, don't want a nude guy running around) Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. (Mob-ish I know, just tell me if only made-men can wear these)
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...*rolls dice*
You walk back and grab your drink. The recruits start laughing and talking like they were before. You start walking over to them, and as you raise the bottle in your hand to smash it on his head, they notice you. The guy that you were talking to before catches the bottle just as you bring it down, and twists your arm until you drop the bottle. He kicks it, and it rolls several feet away. He punches you hard in the gut with his left hand while twisting your arm with his right, and it hurts like hell, but you recover quickly. His buddies, deciding that he can deal with you on his own, start cheering and pounding the table with their fists and the bottom of their beer bottles. The other lone drinkers who are around you get up and move out of danger, but for the most part they just stay put and huddle closer to their alcohol, carefully minding their own business and making a concerted effort to not even look. The man in the cheap suit with the dark sunglasses folds his arms and watches, tilting back his black fedora slightly off his forehead to get a better look. The bartender starts walking up with an exasperated expression on her face.
"That's enough," she says. "Break it up." Her voice is almost drowned out completely by the shouting of the other soldiers, and for his part the guy that you're fighting ignores her, twisting your arm even harder.
Name:Petonio Alvarez
Age:25
Gender:Male
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:Tall,Long legs,buff
Personality:Masterminded,devious,Opportunist
Trait: Tall(more likely to get hit by enemy gunfire), tough(better at hand to hand fighting).
Bio:Petonio was born in Madrid,Spain.His father was pure spanish but his mother was part Italian.She told him about her family and life in Italy.During the war he did not volunteer he became a thug a good one too he can run quicker than anyone else.Then after his parent's death he learned how to speak Italian then moved to the Americas....for a new life.
Perk: Marathon(can run quickly).
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Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor:Leather coat with a regular white shirt shirt,jeans and shades(Look sound familiar Trooper?)
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Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
...*this usually means I'm rolling the dice*
"Where's he at?" the doctor asks complacently.
Name: Katsumi.
Age:35
Gender:M
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description: He is a somewhat short man standing only 5'8''. He is a bit on the thin side weighing only 135. His eyes and hair are dark, a stark contrast to his somewhat pale face.
Personality: He is a quiet person with a calm level head, and a cold heart. He is not easily moved by any kind of emotion, but he can fake it when necessary. He is not easily surprised and quick to adapt to new situations.
Trait: Ambidexterity, Lightweight(cannot deal with pain as easily, and is not as strong).
Bio: (Still working on this.
Perk: Determined by the bio.
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Money: $100.
Weapons:
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Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)
Not much. Give yourself a last name.
I'll ask you the same thing I asked everybody else: where are you and what are you doing?
Also, this is for everybody...you can put down your own clothes, as long as it's nothing too expensive(i.e. diamond rings and designer suits).
