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  1. JayGamble

    Los Zetas

    Osiel Guillen, founder of Los Zetas, started a Mexican criminal syndicate which became one of the most dangerous and profitable organizations to ever exist. During the late 1990s and early 2000s especially, their influence began to spread into neighboring American regions eventually reaching Los Santos. Connections to Los Zetas appeared but none strong enough to make a real impact in the area. Rival gangs already owned the streets but a young man named Jay Gamble had the resolve to change that. Similarly to the foundation of the original gang, Gamble found himself in a gang with no true vision, struggling to keep organization and stability. Jay sought out Shotty Johnson, another man tired of the way things were going in Los Santos, and was eager to work for true power and respect. They had one main plan; to work as more of a democracy and family than a hierarchy. This attracted many criminals with and without a gang of their own. With the gang as a whole slowly crumbling, the Los Santos branch aims to bring new life and opportunity to criminals. As the numbers start the grow, so will the power and money. The overall plan for Los Zetas is to shape Los Santos into their ideal vision. They want to operate as a part of the city similar to the influence government issued jobs obtain. They want to restructure the criminal underbelly of the city that benefits every criminal organization/family with Los Zetas at the head. They want control, influence, and power parallel with the all of the leading organizations within the city, legal and illicit. Violence is not always the preferred choice but Los Zetas will not hesitate to use deadly force if provoked. Los Zetas is still growing and improving daily, you can see us in navy blue attire or riding around in navy blue cars. Currently, the gang is recruiting more soldiers to fill it’s ranks and putting the infrastructure in place to create the foundation for Los Zetas to become the biggest player in town. We are established in multiple revenue pipelines, ranging from the the local drug trade, securing supply routes, organized kidnapping, protection rackets, extortion, assassinations and minimal weapons trafficking. We ultimately hope to branch further into the weapons trade, and help import directly from our suppliers south of the border assuming we can secure a location to store the product. Organization is key in Los Zetas. Every group and role in the gang is connected, valued, and has a voice. The gang functions as a democracy with the two founders making up the board. They push out ideas to the group that can be voted on by the other high ranking leaders. Members tend to move in groups headed by one captain with several soldiers and a few prospects. Each group has its own tasks and those members specialize in what they do. Members have an opportunity to prove themselves while also relying on their team in a crutch. As mentioned before, the gang operates as a family. As numbers swelled, the two needed chosen underbosses, higher ranking gang members, as trusted advisors. Loyal, dependable and cunning, these underbosses handle almost as much work as the two founders. You will often find them surrounded by members of a lower rank completing various crimes around the city. These crimes can range from petty theft, to kidnapping and even assassinations. Outside of group work, underbosses also assist with recruitment, train new prospects, look for opportunities and do business with other gangs. Below that, the captains do the heavy lifting for their underbosses. They help manage the soldiers and prospects, and help advise each group to work efficient, and effectively. These long standing members are the backbone of the gang and inspiration to newer members. They are the right hand men for their underbosses that act as group leaders if their underboss is out of town. They are respected and speak for the soldiers for decision making. Finally, there are the enforcers, soldiers and prospects. This is the lifeblood of the gang which is responsible for a lot of the violence and money. These are the loyal members pushing out drugs, robbing stores and protecting key gang locations. They have been known to be aggressive towards law enforcement and any rival gangs willing to challenge them. Soldiers are usually accompanied by prospects which are the newest recruits that prove themselves worthy to be soldiers. Prospects need to not only prove their loyalty but also their values. If what the prospect values and way they present themselves does not match with the gang, they are swiftly removed. Zetas have respect for other gangs and civilians as long as it is reciprocated, failure to show mutual respect is met with swift repercussion. Police are a direct conflict of interest to Zeta affairs and are often avoided unless no other option is given. Most members do not respect or like the law enforcement of Los Santos, but try to ensure that compliance is delivered to ensure day to day affairs are not interfered with. Zetas also have an intention to treat the gangs of Los Santos as not only possible business associates, but also an extended family if deemed worthy of each other. Order is favored above chaos, mutual interest is favored above isolation. Although with all of this being said, Zetas are not ones to be taken lightly and will proceed to stomp out any opposition threatening stability of the organization. They have one main battle strategy when fighting an opposing force; hit hard and constant. When war begins, they proceed to cut the tree by the roots, hitting every soldier or higher brass no matter the time or cost until forces diminish and become exhausted; a hunting party of sorts. Folding is not an option, retreat is not an option. Zetas will hit with full force and precision, a destructive force unlike any others. Be a loyal Member of the organization. Do not interfere with each other’s interest, do not be an informer. Be rational. Be a member of the team, Don’t engage in battles you can’t win. This directive extends to personal life. Be a person of honor. Respect the ones who came before you, Acknowledge your enemy before you crush him; Every life is important. Be a stand-up guy. Keep your eyes and your ears open, and your mouth shut. Don’t sell out. The stand-up guy shows courage and heart. He does not whine and complain in the face of adversity, including punishment. If you can’t pay; don’t play. Have class, all gangs are deserve at least some level of respect. There’s no need to be crude for no reason. We are above that. Be independant, know your way around the city, help other members who may not. Attend Gang Activity regularly; inactivity will result in removal. If you are going to be inactive for a few days, let the higher brass know, so we can keep track of things. Any internal conflicts must be handled internally through reasonable means I.e. Mediation or conversation. Respect the hierarchy of the ranks. If you feel as if you’re being treated unfairly by your underboss/captain, speak to the higher ups to resolve the issue. You MUST wear your gang colors at all times unless a situation demands otherwise. There is honor among thieves. Do not steal from or disrespect a fellow gang member. We are all family. Own your gang at ALL times. If someone asks you “What gang are you from?” Answer with pride. If you refuse to own up to what gang you’re from, you could potentially hurt the gang as a whole along with its potential and current allies. Must adhere to all server rules and regulations. We are a heavy RP gang. 6,500 EXPERIENCE MINIMUM FOR RECRUITMENT
  2. AuntMeave

    Susan "Scarf" Jumper

    Scarf was troubled from the moment she was born. Her father was a serial rapist and mother an alcoholic. She was born with a few deformities due to her alcoholic mother including chronic acid influx and an extra toe. Not much else is known about her inception or very early childhood. At age five, Scarf’s mother passed away from alcohol poisoning. After this, her fugitive father ran away from their small town in Maine and moved to Los Santos to live with her grandparents. Her father continued his spree of sexual assaults and became known and feared in the community. Being a fugitive, money was scarce and food and water became luxuries. Scarf was homed-schooled but suffered from a slight learning disability and portrayed animal characteristics that she learned from their pet dog Doodle. Doodle became a better teacher and provider than her family often letting Scarf drink some of his water and would often hunt food for her, saving her from hunger. Scarf picked up a lot of social cues from Doodle. This led on for ten more years until Doodle passed away. Scarf became very aggressive towards her human family and started to fully grasp how horrible of a human being her father was. Her father ended up attempting to kill Scarf after he found her eating leftover food without asking. Scarf lunged at her father and eventually overpowered and mauled him but suffered horrible scars and injuries in return. After which, she took her dog’s red and white scarf and ran as her grandparents called the police. Suffering from immense bleeding, Scarf hid in a barn not too far from her house. Frightened, she hid into a haystack until she met a man by the name of Shotty Johnson. Shotty was homeless at the time but decided to assist Scarf and teach her how to regain her humanity. From Shotty, she learned English, how to tie her shoes, and how to properly defend herself. He treated some of her medical injuries from her father but her face suffered from permanent disfigurements. Unable to seek professional help, Shotty used a potato sack he used to put food in and sewed it onto her face with some supplies he gathered. After Shotty joined the gang Narcos, Scarf learned more about human interaction and gang life. Shotty tried to keep Scarf away from this life for her own protection but being a co-creator of Los Zetas, he couldn't keep her away forever. Scarf joined Los Zetas and now regularly commits crimes around the city. Presently, Scarf follows Shotty around and helps/protects him whenever he needs it. Both of them are in love and plan to get married at a later date. Still quite unsure of what or who she is, all she really cares about is Shotty and furthering his goals.
  3. MrUntouchable215

    Shotty Johnson

    Character Bio: What's up world, the name's Shotty Johnson if you don't already know. Let me tell you a bit about myself and how I ended up here in Los Santos rolling with a Cartel of all things. See, I grew up in Philadelphia, a big city in the heart of Pennsylvania. The life in Philadelphia varies depending on where you grew up. For me? I grew up in a neighborhood we called 'The Bottom', a crime and drug infested area around the 33rd-40th streets of West Philadelphia. You couldn't walk to the Papi store without seeing someone serving a fiend or getting booked by the Police. See growing up in poverty, I know how it feels to have nothing to your name, no money, living off of public assistance, just living off of scraps really. I know what it's like to have no heat in the winter, having to open the oven door all night just to heat up the house. If I were to think back as to how all of this shit began in my life, I would tell you that this all began from childhood leading up to the age of 18. Specifically from Middle school on forward. The middle school I used to go to was called George W. Pepper Middle School and I can honestly say, that school molded the best and worst parts of my life. See most people in the school just wanted to find a way that they belong. The boys and girls in the school were separated into different sections, having no contact with each other. So as you can imagine with teenage boys all squeezed together in a classroom of 20 or so seats, fights broke out often for the silliest of shit. Everyone wanted to be the most popular and most feared guy in school and so began the the start of the class separations from best to worse. The children who had the best academics and behavior were placed into numbered class rooms ranging from B-38 to B-1; the lower the number, the lower the expectations. See, this was a way to keep the "bad apples" from spreading their dirt onto the other children, you can imagine how that turned out. The classes ended up seeing themselves as gangs rather than students and and as that began, the Bad Apples had beef with each other, specifically the lower classes versus the higher classes. I personally fit right into the middle of it all. I started off in that school as a sweet kid. I did my work when it was given and I was somewhat of a teachers pet for a while and during 6th grade, something just...changed me. I realized soon that being the type of person that I was just didn't cut it. I used to get bullied all throughout 5th grade and by the next year, I was a totally different person. I never bullied anyone, but I eventually became the Bullies Bully, you know? I began rolling with the hardest kids in the school, beating up people, selling drugs inside of school, skipping class almost every single day and boosting cars on my off days. It was around this time that my brother Flint came into the fold and and taught me all about the streets and how to move inside of the cracks of the underworld. See, Flint was into all types of deep shit, from petty theft, drug dealing, murder and armed robbery. He taught me how to kill someone without getting caught, how to torture the truth out of almost anyone and how to clean my money through laundering in order to turn cold hard illegal cash into that pure legal shit we use to buy all of our fancy clothing and nice cars. Flint and I rolled together for years man, too many to count and all of a sudden he gets out of prison after an Armed Robbery charge and decides to turn his life around. He began working at LSC some years back and since then, we barely even talk, he moved to Cali and I'm stuck in Philly. Now at this point, I'm left alone in the streets to fend for myself. Enemies are at every turn and wanted by the Police. I had to damn near keep one eye open when I slept and I would circle the block multiple times before I even park my car to go inside the crib to sleep; Cautious wasn't even the word for it at that point, I was fucking paranoid. Let's fast forward a few months, I'm broke as hell and still driving around my busted up Chino; shit had to change. I decided to pack up all of my shit and took a 39 hour drive to Los Santos, California, I was desperate. I was homeless for a few months, living out of my Chino and simply doing petty crimes at this point, nothing major as the LSPD turned out to be a lot more strict and organized than the PD back in Philadelphia, being a criminal was tough. I ended up making some good friends and business partners and my life took a huge turn. This is when I met Samo from Narcos, one of the biggest and boldest gang leaders around. I mean this guy was driving a super car, rolled around with a pretty chick in the passenger seat who did dirt just as much as he did. He was in all types of shit, from gun running to huge drug shipments and that's when it clicked, a light bulb went off in my head and I said the words "Samo, can I join your crew?" that simple. He took me in with open arms, showed me the ins and outs and after that, I was now no longer just an ordinary Criminal...I was Shotty Johnson, an established name in the streets. I made it a goal to myself that I would give this gang shit everything I had. My blood, my tears, my bullets, everything. If I was going to ride, I was going to ride hard and rep this shit like no one's ever seen. During that time, we had gang war after gang war, fighting hard and desperately to obtain and maintain territory. Sadly though, during that time, Samo ended up leaving the city on business and things began falling apart from the inside out. We were losing more battles than before and although we put up a great fight, we just didn't have enough men anymore to maintain our territory. There was some good that came out of it all though, I gained a family within that time frame, a group of people who were all like minded and we decided to break off and do our own thing and not just anything, we decided to found a gang, a branch off of a Mexican cartel called Los Zetas. (( Visit Los Zetas Bio for a more in depth description of our gang )). Once we founded Los Zetas, it surprised me how fast things began to change. We were getting huge extremely fast, peaking at around 49 members in our first two weeks but something began to change me. I stopped caring about the power and money and my heart began leaning towards solidifying the safety and well being of our organization. Los Zetas is a family to me, people who deserve to be protected, no matter what type of background they may have; they belong here. The Now: So this is me now, I'm still trying to get things together but I've made it so far from where I was in Philly and my life ended up on the opposite side of the law but if I'm being honest with you? Man, I love this Gangsta shit, I feel like Pablo Escobar. - Shotty
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