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  1. "I Think I might have Narcolepsy" Magnus wakes up in a bush just outside of the city limits, wondering why and where he is. His first thought was "Fuck where's my stuff". Fumbling through his pockets and in the brim of his hat, he finds his possessions in tact but his sanity seems to have been misplaced. The thoughts frequenting his mind from "What am I doing" to "Why am I doing this". The only constant he has had in his life is Salvation.. The many men and women out there to keep the city safe from corruption. Every time something is set up or in the works, Magnus seems to be ready, but wake up hours later in a completely opposite direction. Thinking it's time to get checked out, Magnus found his way towards Pillbox, speaking to a doctor about his sleep patterns and what has been happening. "Overwork" was the diagnosis. Didn't make sense, it feels as though Magnus hasn't done much work to begin with lately, but maybe the past times and ages through his upbringing in Salvation is starting to finally catch up to him. The loss of memory, or the loss of time seems to really kick his ass, but that's no "fucking" excuse to stop doing what he did best. Be there for the ones who were there for him. Whenever given the chance he'll ask if there's anything he can help with. Instead of fishing or farming for hours on end, he takes time to drive around the city to observe. "It's the thought that counts, the little things that help" Till he's dead, he's not gonna stop working as best as he could, even though Magnus is 95% sure he has Narcolepsy. It boggles his mind as he drives down the Great Ocean highway, seeming to always have energy to have sleep deficits. His head is always running at 100 mph, and it just doesn't make sense. But he'll for sure be the one to step up to the plate when shit gets going. He has a family of people to take care of, and to be cared for himself. Even though he's known these people for no more than a few months, he's felt as though in a past life, they were always friends, always comrades, always together. His heart goes out to the people who've been there for him constantly, so Magnus probably felt the need to do the same. "It's the little things"
  2. "A Whole New World" The day was sunny, bright and kind of obnoxious. No, the obnoxious came from a very particular hairless man. Magnus "Yeti" Thorson was fishing - I know, what a shock - on the Del Perro Pier. Minding his own business, some tunes on blast from his car, not 5 feet away, from Funk to Drum n Bass, Blue Grass to Soul, Hip Hop to Classical... The day was too good to not stare out aimlessly at the surroundings. The day was quiet for the most part, besides a disgruntled bald man he dubbed "Mr. Clean" walking suspiciously from car to car in hopes someone may have left it unlocked. Yet low and behold, the rustling of a lockpick was heard a few feet away from where he was fishing. With the crank of his head, Magnus sets his fishing rod down, turns around and goes to confront this interesting fellow. "I'm gonna need you to step away from that car, bud..." A stern yet intimidating tone barks from the chest of the man, ready to throw hands. His hand curled into a fist. Red forming in his vision, his car is his identity. That Komoda has been in his possession for his time in the city, it was a safe place... No one besides those he trusted can sit in that drivers seat. The anger, of the audacity this man had to openly try to steal his car had got Magnus in a tight knit fit of rage. Keeping his cool, his voice still calm, but the ideas in his head were endless.. "I didn't do anything, I was just cleaning a smudge on your window.." The lies spewing from this man was utter and complete bullshit, as the lockpick he was using fell out of his hand and through the deck, the sound of it falling into the fresh water ocean below. "I wasn't trying to steal anything, I swear, I promise" The words just went through one ear and out the other for Magnus, he knew what was happening, plain as day. "I just need money, so I'll do what I need to." The dumb shit just keeps flowing from his lips, Magnus wasn't having it, he just wanted to fish. The bald, naked "Mr. Clean" looking man ended up running off for a few minutes, at this point Magnus had already radioed in to his crew and let the other pier-goers in on what is going on, and who to look for. After a few interactions, Magnus noticed that he wasn't gonna let loose on his shenanigans... He also knew that this interesting feller; who sounded like he smoked a pack or two a day for 10+ years, was getting into different disputes with other people, crews and official citizens of San Andreas... From stealing cars, to causing disturbances, and to a disdain surprise... Shooting at a fellow member, and friend of the group. "What'cha Gonna Do?" "There is a man on the pier, stealing cars and trying to start shit with people" [Redacted] let everyone on frequency know. "I think we should have a little talk with him." As a convoy of White and Black vehicles circling the Los Santos area for said "Mr. Clean", eventually he was spotted, handled and transported to a new spot. Blindfolded, and detained, he was seemingly scared for his life, or just high on something... Magnus couldn't really tell. But at this point a whole squad of people wearing White and Black were formed around this man, warning him that if he keeps doing what he does, it's not gonna look good. This was the first warning too. You'd think being abducted, stripped, and shaven would make you think differently... But that wasn't the case. "We got another problem, our Bald menace has shot [Redacted], guess we gotta pay him another visit". It hasn't even been 24 hours and they're already out on the prowl again. From pier, to bank, to Hospitals... The whole crew was out and about, trying to find this guy, trying to figure out what was going on with him. Why he was doing what he was doing, and what in Odin's name could we do to make this guy see that he's gonna get himself killed. Before Magnus knew it, he was being instructed to scout, and keep watch. "I think they got 'em" the thought rung true in his head. This time he felt as though everything was going to be different, a whole new world, if you will. "What is gonna happen?" , "What'cha gonna do? There's so much possibility." Long story short, the man was let off with a few bruises, and a lot of fear induced. Hopefully that'll be good, but only time will tell.
  3. "Who do I wanna be" "It's been a few weeks and I don't know who I wanna be", with a cough from a joint, sitting on his tractor. Magnus staring off into the distance as he seemingly went back into his old ways, Farming for Osvaldon. Salvation has been like family to him, but in the back of his head he feels as though he hasn't done anything for "the cause". His knowledge of the city is limited, his introverted demeanor doesn't help him get out and talk to people... As much as Thorson loves what he does, he wants to be someone different. Fear of change, fear of disappointment, fear of loss... Why is the fear so adamant? Not even Magnus knows. "We're gonna do some training" The Command said over the radio, and a bunch of members went through, ready to go. Although some of the members were running it for the first time, the training regime seemed different then the normal "Cat and Mouse". Stores, that's the golden ticket. Remembering running a few stores with some friends back a few months ago, Magnus kind of felt ready. Knowing how to get in and out of the cash register, the confidence of actually being of use to the family rose. A tingle in his spine as he is ready to change, to be something more useful than what he was. Attempt #1- We're in the store, but the clerk seems to not wanna let us stay for too long. Before we know it, his hand flipped the switch to notify the police, so the crew? They were out before they even got in. Slumped on the BF400 that he borrowed, Magnus speeds out of the area, hitting the offroad terrain of the Tataviam Mountain range. Waiting for the next call to see what was next.. The run was a bust, bunk, unsuccessful, a failure. And it kind of dawned on Magnus, that it may be an issue. "What the actual fuck am I doing... I've done this before, why did it not happen the way I thought it would" "Chumash" the word rung through the earphone of the radio. A new store, a new front, a new opportunity. Driving through from the East side of LS to the West, the excitement lingered in the back of his head, ready and raring to go. The tilt of his head as he looked at the terrain of the beautiful landscape he's called home for the last 4 months. Arriving to only be told "it ain't happening". Another crew seemed to have the same idea as we did. Only to disappoint in his own excitement, they traveled to a secluded spot where the crew got chewed out... As much as it didn't seem like much of an ordeal, it was. We were not ready, and will we be? Will Magnus be? "I'm going to invest in freelance work until I am ready for 'A change of pace', until then, I'll familiarize myself with the city, landmarks, and other necessary information that is viable to succeeding in the city. I gotta know where the fuck I'm going at all points." Sitting on the top of his borrowed tractor from Osvaldon, he watches as the sun starts to set. Needing a new source of income, Magnus invested. Got himself a trucking license, and eventually a Phantom. Oil seems to be the "bizz", so back and forth he went. Oil rig, sell, oil rig, sell, oil rig, sell... With the optional Trucker job to do in the meantime. "I'm gonna be worthwhile for Salvation, even if it kills me"
  4. A change of pace "It's been 3 months, and here I am, fucking farming wheat, fishing and driving busses for a living" Magnus Thorson was livid one day waking up in the back of his Emperor, it's been a few months and nothing has come from his time in the city and it was dawning on him. Between meeting the odd farmer, bus passenger, or fisherman at the pier, Magnus was really quite alone. Between the odd hitch-hiker, lady or lad in need, Magnus really hasn't done anything to cement his name in the city. During a sunny afternoon fishing at the Del Perro Pier, and an odd encounter with a "Wizard". Some citizens were just trying to find some solace, because this said "Wizard" wasn't necessarily causing any harm, he was just extremely annoying and unbearably loud. "Damn, it's loud over there, mind if I come here to fish a bit?" A classy fellow walked up wearing a Black Polo, something similar to what he was already wearing, the little "Yeti" on the breast of his shirt gave it away. He held his head high as if he was a someone in the city, and Magnus just knew, this man was someone. Kind of intimidated but not overly fearful of the man standing next to him at this point. "Yeah man, it's nice and quiet over here... Fish are biting quite a bit." Thinking he sounded like a dumb ass, he shook his head inconspicuously and snickered because he doesn't embarrass easily. Reeling a fish and chuckling as the the loud "Wizard" made his way over to show a trick, before venturing off to a new location on the pier. Magnus widens his eyes, scratches his ear lobes from the sound on it's own. "What the absolute fuck was that guy all about?" "Oh that's Tim the "Wizard", it's just something he does, he truly believes he's a wizard, but his tricks are mediocre at best." The man in the black Yeti polo spoke and chuckled almost simultaneously, before reeling in his own fish. "What's your name man, what do you do? My name is Trevor Rider." Extending a hand and surprisingly warm smile. The two grasped one another's hand and began to exchange a few conversations while fishing for the time being. A few minutes past, a few moments of "Tim the Wizard" also came and gone. The atmosphere suddenly went from friendly and chill, to business and speculation... "So Magnus, what do you do in the city? You got a job? Affiliated with any "Organization"? Or just a fellow fisherman looking to make a living?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Underneath Magnus' bucket-hat beads of sweat started to form and further absorb into the hat itself. "I'm just a freelancer, I farm, fish, drive busses... I do it all really, just trying to make a living, but man is it ever fucking boring. I wake up, decide which job to go to, and just work hours on end, and as much as the money does add up... The payout is absolute shit. It's almost a poetic justice, coming from Canada, I used to be a Barber, owned my own shop, had a whole team of people... Was thinking about opening another one, but here I am driven out of my town because of the local Biker gang. I was already thinking about packing shop and moving down south into the States. I had a cousin down here and well, he got me set up, but then he himself kind of up and left." Under his aviators, his eyes didn't tear up, but they were fixated on the ocean in front of him before snapping back to reality, and awkwardly chuckling at the small "blurb" of his life story so far. "But I wouldn't mind being a part of something, I can't see myself working a government job, or under an enterprise like a Taxi-driver, or a Mechanic. I need some excitement in my life, some form of routine that doesn't include fishing or farming day in and day out... Maybe a sense of Brotherhood, or a group of people that see themselves as a family. I don't wanna join some random gang that just rob the first person they see. I may be good, but I am also quite bad." It's almost as if a lightbulb, or a trigger got pulled because the snap of Trevor was loud and to the point, but at the same time very incognito and on the "hush-hush". Trevor himself reeling in a fish but speaking as if he wasn't directly speaking to Magnus. The two spoke about what he stands for and the "family" that supports him and who in turn he supports. Speaking of the ideals of turning the corruption upside-down, helping those less fortunate, almost being the "Batmen" and "Batwomen" of Los Santos. Upstanding citizens with a "Dark" but not so blinding "Light". You can almost hear and sense the passion and enjoyment in his voice as Trevor spoke of his "Organization". It's almost as if he finally found himself a home, and he want's everyone to know, but that's just not the best idea. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Salvation" ~~~~~~~~~~~ That one word got Magnus thinking, almost daydreaming about what could be. With an exchange of numbers, and a day or two in between. The two decided to take a lap or two at the Observatory. Not knowing Trevor has already somewhat accepted Magnus into the group, before long, a squadron of cars, decked in white. A family of men and women exiting each car, dressed in fancy, business casual, and casual wardrobe, all signifying one specific color... White. Before long, the group introduced themselves as if Magnus was known from the get-go. After a few introductions, one of the "Head Honchos" began to speak, and although he seems to have an eerie atmosphere about him, he knows what he want's and he addresses everyone not as soldiers, but as fellow peers. Almost like a Brother, Sister, Auntie or Uncle. "I guess I'm not the only one who thought this was a good idea" a thought that rung true inside the confides of Magnus' skull. After a few hours of hanging out by the observatory, the sun was rising, a new day was dawning, a new beginning and a change of pace. Magnus got some good sleep that night, not having to totally be a freelancing nobody, and slowly becoming a part of something big in the city of Los Santos. What do you think can be said or done to change a man entirely? Sometimes it's just a word, an idea, and a motion. In this case, Salvation.
  5. Killin it! Maybe one day I can race with ya'll. Keep up the good shit
  6. I know it says all recruitment is done IC, but where does one go to find said Sons of Odin? I feel like my character would be perfect for this faction, but I'm unsure as to how I can get in contact... If anyone got like a lead, or a location they hang? I'm normally farming so...
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