Loco Turtle

Boys this has been the best run weve seen, im beyond proud to say i was part of it, and cant wait to see what's next for us! Thank you boys for making the best faction the servers been blessed to have!

YOOOO good shit James, loved what you’ve done before and can’t wait to see shit from you!

great shit brotha, cant wait to see more from y’all

Thanks Man, Much Love!

𝔄 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔓𝔞𝔶 Mr. Cheng. A simple man. The faithful husband to his wife and father to a new baby daughter. A small business owner, one who owned a particular laundromat; which resided in Little Seoul. A stranger. An independent. A nobody. To the outside that's all he was, a quiet man who read on Saturdays sitting on his balcony, and walked the dog on Sunday mornings. Yet he serve to be the prime example of the past, and its ever lasting effects From the start of the small legal gang known by some as the Four Seas Order, it had dealt some protection, and some harm to the community of Little Seoul. In the beginning they offered protection to the community in exchange for small profits and a place to hide from the authorities. A place for “Family” “Prosperity” and other larger claims. Some could be held true others could not. Speaking with Mr. Cheng you would see a kinder man, one whos community was his focus, a 领袖 for his family. Yet if you talked for longer, maybe over a cup of warm 春我 you would find a darker past scorned onto a kind soul. One of the stories of the Four Seas perhaps. One detailing his High Nobility within their ranks, and possibly more. Mr. Cheng would become an interest of Jerrys, a man who had been a founding member of the group, strayed fourth and settled down, using their protection and a kind nature as a disguise. It intrigued him, what could he know? On the eve of December 29th Jerry sought through the snow which had blanketed beautiful Los Santos, to find the man. Flannel on over his thick winter jacket, boots tied, and mask dawned he set out looking past stores, pharmacies, massage parlors, and finally coming to a small laundromat titled in bright pink neon sign “尼斯谷歌翻译”. This was the place. Snow had covered the bottom end of the door, Jerry peered behind him seeing his tracks cut through the two feet of snow. He peered back at the Laundromat, wiped his goggles, and tried the door Locked. Jerry turned and peered upwards at the balcony that hung from above. He turned back and faced the door and withdrew a small hairpin, and a paper clip from his pocket and began the tedious task of unlocking the door. Try and try again he finally managed to unlock the door. He peered in and through the darkness he could see the washing machine after washing machine stacked next to each other. He pushed the door open just enough to slip through and into the darkness. He was in. He checked his watch, reading 1:34 am. Swore slightly to himself and walked slowly through the dark room, reaching the back wall with a door on it which read “仅员工” He pushed the swing door open and was faced with a staircase leading up into more darkness. As quiet as a mouse Jerry withdrew his gun, a .50 handgun with a silencer attached. He slowly crept up the stairs, keeping the gun aimed at the upper railing waiting for a small head to appear before the barrel. He reached the top and saw a small hallway with a door to the right, and at the end two doors, on right, and one left. He pushed forward, putting each step down quieter then the previous to the end of the hallway finally reaching the end he saw a small blue dragon the left door just above the handle, and on the right, none. He tried the handle of the previous, it clicked open smoothly. Jerry peered in before sliding his weapon before him and aiming into the darkness. He squinted, and with the light of the moon coming through an uncovered window he saw a cradle, a child within. He turned and just before exiting the room he whispered almost silently “Que Dios salve a tu alma pequeña” and stepped back into the hall peering at the adjacent door. He crept forward and tried the handle. Click. The door was pushed further and through the little light, he saw a bed, and above a blue dragon painting, he turned his gaze back to the bed and as loudly as possible slammed the door behind him. A body on the right shot up and clicked the light on, and in turn Jerry aimed the .50 at the person. The light, seemingly blinding compared to that of the darkness he had become accustomed to, lit the face of a man and next to him a woman had sat up. Fear quickly struck the woman's face, and as fast as a cheetah to its prey Jerry was next to the man, barrel of his suppressed weapon aimed at the man he said quietly “Mr. Cheng” “ Ah it is, how are you this evening?” Silence. “Wasn’t really expecting an answer but that's okay. I see you have a child, congratulations” Silence. “What you want with me does not concern my family” Cheng replied in a thick accent “No that's right, however you’re family to some, some that are being exterminated as of right now.” “I don't have a clue what you're talking about.” Silence. “Very well, I know who you are Li Cheng, what you were, and what you were a part of.” “You know nothing” he replied sharply “I know you were a Tiger, whatever color is simply amusement, see you held a very important role, and hold some information i’d like to know” Silence. “Fine, its more fun this way regardless” Jerry turned and aimed the .50 at the woman's left left and slowly put his finger onto the trigger “Five… Four… Three…” “该死的黑鬼 fine fine what do you want to know?” Jerry and Li Cheng talked for nearly two hours, shipments, drop locations, set ups, hideouts, drug houses and nearly everything in between. Working through the night Jerry looked down at his watch 3:48am. “Thank you for your corporation Li” Jerry stood back up from the chair and looked at Li, “Has ayudado hoy, pero no eres mucho más ayuda para mi” Jerry turned and held the .50 to Li and slowly wrapped his finger around the trigger, squeezing down. A small pop rang through the air. Jerry turned and looked at the woman, he stared into her watery eyes, her face went pale. He reached down, plucked the casing from the ground, turned and walked to the lamp, switched the light, and walked out to the darkness in the hall. He moved down the hall and looked at the one unopened door in the hallway. He stared down at the handle and twisted. He flipped the light switch and walked inside. Laying in front was a small wooden pedestal with a glass box. Inside lay a long Dadao, carved with a twin dragon design Jerry looked up and stared at the black dragon jacket hanging in front of him, snagging it, tossing it over his shoulder, he turned out the room flipping the switch and moved down the stairs. He reached the bottom, turned and passed through the dark Laundromat and walked out and left into the cold, snow covered city. Job finished, he felt proud for the duty he had just fulfilled for his Familia, a crucial action that would result in the comping and further destruction of their former friends, one that would benefit the cartel greatly.

Issue Being Reported: Forum Name Change Date and Time of Issue (provide timezone): N/A Your characters name: Jerry McDavis Other player(s) involved: N/A Evidence and/or notes worth mentioning: I would like my forum name changed to Loco Turtle, thank you.

𝕸𝖈𝕯𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝕻𝕿 յ. Jerry McDavis born to a Mexican Madre, and a gringo Father, growing up in rural El Indio, Texas. Owning a small ranch, he is scared by the trouble the smugglers, gangs, and cartels brought him and his family each summer, attempting to smuggle people, drugs, and guns through the border to the US. Yet each summer the McDavis family refused to partake, even being hit by the Tijuana Cartel for their insubordination. Taxes came, punishments to pay for their continued “insubordination”. Months passed and on their last legs, on the verge of losing the ranch, and potentially their lives, Jerry made the decision to help bring money in, and get the Tijuana Cartel off their backs; to smuggle drugs across the border, through the ranch, and into Texas. This decision pleased the cartel greatly, lowering the tax, and even returning some cattle they had taken as punishment. The smuggling continued, and Jerry was pretty good at it too, making nearly 150 successful trips, to the disapproval from his father, and Madre, warning him of the consequences the cartel had brought to the community of El Indio, however he continued. On the night of July 19th, McDavis crossed the Rio Grande into Mexico to retrieve a shipment of drugs and other assorted items the Tijuana Cartel had wanted smuggled. Wadding back through the river, and back into the States he was found by border patrol, arrested and tossed in the cell of the local law. He spent nearly 3 days in the sheriffs departments cells, being released he walked the four miles back to the ranch. Finally arriving he looked up from his shoes to find the ranch burned to the ground, his parents laid in front with a note in his father's chest. - A hit, a punishment, for something unplanned, yet the Cartel wouldn't care. A wave of anger, sadness, and confusion washed over him. Before he had little, but now he had nothing. Nothing but vengeance.