Johannesburg
South Africa is home to many wildlife and nature parks, but also a country with high criminal rates. Tyrone grew up in the poor neighbourhoods in Johannesburg, Growing up surrounded by criminals is hard. You slowly drift towards the crimes, no matter how hard you try to resist. Tyrone gradually became a criminal. It started all by just stealing some candies or some fruits. Then the urge to make money came in. Tyrones friends came with the idea to rob a store. His friend got a weapon and they went to the store, without a plan. They walked in, masks on, aimed the gun at the teller and demanded money. A nearby officer that was on patrol, came to the store to buy some food. He walked uninformed of what was happening, before he saw the robbers. He quickly withdrew his firearm and aimed it at the gunmen. Tyrone saw it happening at shouted at his friend, telling him to drop the gun. His friend teared up a little, speaking the words: "I cant, I need this money for my family". His friend was not a killer and had not the power to discharge his firearm on the officer. Tyrone looked left at the officer, before switching his focus back to his friend. It felt like it all went in slow-motion for Tyrone. He looked at his friend, still hoping he would drop the gun. *bang* *bang* His friend suddenly dropped to the ground, looking at Tyrone as he falls. Tyrone saw a face of a man who regrets his actions. He rushed to his friends, as tears rolled down his cheeks. Multiple officers came in, cuffing all the remaining robbers. Tyrone was sent to prison to do his time....
Moving to Los Santos
When Tyrone came out of prison, he was no longer a boy. The environment behind the bars made him tough, a real man. The incident that caused his friend to die made him feel sick. He knew that he could not stay in South Africa due to the bad memories he has there. He grabbed a map, stuck it to the wall and threw a dart at it. It landed on a city called Rostov on Don. Tyrone was not looking for a legal job anymore. He thought that his life belonged in the underworld. Rostov on Don was a bit of a peaceful harbour city. Mainly because the Russian underworld had the police on the payroll. He started doing small jobs for a local, ranging from blackmailing to collecting cash through extortion. Tyrone knew that the guy he worked for got orders from higherup. He wanted to meet the higherups to earn more money. A bald man, wearing a long coat and a fedora walked in the room where Tyrone was supposed to be waiting. He looked straight at Tyrone and chuckled a bit. "This guy wants to work for us?". He spoke to Tyrone a bit about his organization and three words stuck with Tyrone. Loyalty, Trust and Discipline were very important for the organization.
Months passed and Tyrone was working himself up the ranks. There was a new leader in charge as Dimitri was sent to a gulag and not expected to return from it. Tyrone did not like this boss as much as Dimitri. Against all the odds, a couple of years later Tyrone received a call from Dimitri. The previous boss escaped and fled to a city called Los Santos. Dimitri told him that this city offered a lot of opportunities for them to making money, illegally. Tyrone did not hesitate and hopped on the first plane to join the Russian Mob in Los Santos. He stayed with them since then, offering them all he has..
