The Rooks

[ItsShades]

It was a cold rainy day in Los Santos. Owen was down bad on his money for the first time in a while, having under a million in the bank. Owen headed to the casino with luck on his side.Owen and some of the homies started playing poker with a buy in of $50,000 each. After a while Owen managed to almost triple his money playing poker, getting around $150,000.But he wasn’t done yet… he went to the high stakes roulette table and started placing bets. He almost lost it all a couple times getting down to under $50,000, but then he hit big multiple times in a row managing to get up to $500,000 chips from the $50,000 he went in with. Owen took the $500,000 cash and walked out with it.

[Milla70i]

UNITING 
It has always been important for Rooks to host events and show their presence when needed. With this in mind, High Command gathered around to host an internal event for Rooks Members only.

Seeing as a lot of new members have joined, it’s important to unite and create a stronger bond within the organization.

To get the members excited, there were prizes on the line. The first team to find the hidden supercar, break into it, and successfully return it to headquarters, will win those luxurious prizes.

Hearing this, the members quickly looked to their side, held on to another member “tightly” and were waiting for the go-ahead!

SNATCHED
The first car was hidden within the city limits of Los Santos. All the members started checking every nook and cranny but found it somewhat difficult as the car could be anywhere.

Rain Vandal realized quickly that High Command would not have hidden the car in the middle of the city as he drove towards the former Police Impound.

Rain Vandal and Mylah Wynn quickly secured the first Supercar unbeknownst to other teams. Rain then swiftly pick-locked the car, hot-wired it, and drove it back to Headquarters

PUZZLED
As the first Supercar was found, every member wanted to do a second round as they felt it was their turn to win. Chase Vincero proceeds to hide the car as Vlad Sinclair provides the teams with a new clue. All members were excited when the next clue was: Up North.

Several long minutes went by as the teams were struggling to find the next car. Members were puzzled. High Commands were convinced that the members would find it immediately, therefor only vague hints were given.

It wasn’t until Bongo Mason stumbled upon the car. Seeing as he had no tools to collect the car, he simply gave hints for other teams to find it. His goal: snatch the car away.

FINAL COLLECTION
Rain Vandal and Mylah Wynn were driving around hinted spots, when they had an idea. “Let’s drive by Left Lake again” Rain Vandal had mentioned. As they drove past, Mylah Wynn had a realization: “Drive behind the buildings” Mylah told Rain. As he drove in, the supercar was quickly spotted. Rain hurried over to quickly collect the car before anyone else realized the location.

Car was collected and Rain proceeded to drive it back to Headquarters, but it was not without a fight! Other teams quickly realized that they had collected the car and proceeded to steal it from them. Ramming and pitting were attempted by several teams, but Rain managed to steer clear of any fatal hits. Bongo Mason was the only one keeping up with Rain, however, Rain managed to get away, stalling other teams in the process.

The car was successfully delivered to Headquarters, where the event slowly ended and prizes were given out to the winners.

With all the excitement for this internal event, it is safe to say, that this would not be the last event Rooks would hold that week.

Edited April 23, 2025 by Milla70i

[Milla70i]

SETTING THE STAKES 
With the success of the last internal event within the organization of Rooks, Vlad Sinclair and other members of High Command were thinking of hosting yet another, but more lowkey, event to further strengthen the bond within Rooks.

Earlier in the day, a few members of Rooks were hanging out at the Casino, trying their luck at the Poker table. This further sparked the idea of hosting an event. Vlad Sinclair swiftly organized a spontaneous event that same night, with help from Mylah Wynn.

Lacey Vincero had a brilliant idea of picking every member up collectively from headquarters and going together as a family. The laughter and joy from the ride together made everyone’s day and at that moment, Rooks collectively knew, this was going to be a blast.

ALL-IN
After money got withdrawn and converted into Casino chips, Rooks made their way to the Poker table. The excitement fueled the members as the games started.

The dealer dealt the cards and the games began. The air thickened with the members planning their strategies and bluffs while anticipating the next card.

Playing poker together brought the Rooks closer. It helped enforce the trust amongst one another, and tighten their bond, making the family feel more connected and boosting their morale.

[Gankis]

Death of a member
It was a peaceful day in Los Santos. *REDACTED*, and another gang member were joking around, until one of us got injured and needed medical help. The member got *REDACTED* to Pillbox MD where *REDACTED* was treated for his wounds. 
Death of a member
Seconds later,  *REDACTED* heard commotion outside of the medical center. He exited the building, and saw 2 individuals with heavy weapons chasing one of our gang members, killing them about 30 seconds later. *REDACTED*  was in disbelief of what had happened and rage started to rise.
Death of a member
*REDACTED* called out what just happened at Pillbox MD, and all of our members got geared up and ready to fight these members of another gang. After searching all over the city, a Blue Kamacho started chasing one of or own members. When we responded to the member’s request for backup, *REDACTED* noticed that it was the same people who had killed the members of Rooks. *REDACTED* started to chase the individuals, where they crashed a few seconds later and permanently stalled their vehicle as they don’t know how to drive. Both of them started to swim in the Sandy Shores Lake, where we caught one of them and identified him as the leader of the gang that killed our member. We kidnapped the leader and drove him up to the Chilliad mountain, where he was executed for revenge for our deceased member.

[Kevin Biker]

Under the cover of night, he moves with purpose—stealthy and focused. He hits up an ATM, a risky move by any standard, withdrawing up to $100,000 in cash. The goal? Securing illegal imports from overseas

With the money in hand, he meets one of the city's shadowy figures—someone who deals in illicit shipments. A time and location are exchanged, no questions asked.

As the hour approaches, he gears up, loading heavy firepower into his Draugur. Navigating the city streets with calculated caution, he keeps a low profile. Discretion is key.
He arrives at the drop point, every sense on high alert. In Los Santos, nothing is ever guaranteed, any deal could be a setup. Still, he moves in, retrieves the package, and scans his surroundings for any signs of trouble.

No one ambushes him. No sirens wail in the distance. He slips away, untouched, the shipment secure.

Another mission complete. The job’s done, the payout's real.

[Skiperz]

Loyalty

In our world, loyalty is not just a word or a tradition. Loyalty is blood in our veins. It’s the iron chain that binds our souls to  this organization, break it once, and you’re cast adrift in an ocean of enemies. It is worth more than gold, and without it, we are nothing; not even animals.

Betrayal
Break the chain, and betrayal slinks through the halls like a plague rat. Trust bleeds outs amongst the ranks, and the hunt for the rat begins like it is the fucking hunger games. What we once had, a solid ground you can stand on, or a steady wall you can lean against, is now rotten and weak.

As small and insignificant as a single rat seems, its jaws can cripple the whole contraption. It slips past defenses. Spreads its poison. Clogs the gears of a well-oiled machine. It’s time to glove up, and be ready to dive deep down into the sewers; catch it where it hides.

And all for what? A cheesy bite?
LET THE HUNT BEGIN!

[Skiperz]

 

Humans are nothing but glorified animals. Clashes and fights for survival happen everywhere, and it is always the fittest who prevail.

Humans and animals are the same, driven by desire; whether it is sexual, control, or or for what ultimately sets us apart from animals: MONEY 
we fall prey to greed. The more we have, the more we want.

Just as in the wild, the strong and the mighty duke it out while the rats scavenge in the shadows. Rats by nature are small, fragile, scared, and carriers of disease; unchecked, they can destroy an ecosystem without anyone noticing. That we also share with the animal kingdom. Except that our rats are not powered by survival, they’re driven by GREED.

So grab your biggest weapon, you have to follow the crumbs they leave in their wake back to their den, and put an end to the problem once and for all.

An urgent meeting for action was called.

A list of suspects was put together, along with an action plan to investigate them. It was unclear at the time, all with different suspicious motives and behavior.

As an organization with a steady foothold in the underworld enterprise, they have managed over the years to secure important contacts with special set of skills. Through their secure channels, they finally made the contact they needed.

In this world, extending a hand into the shadow realm reaching for help is risky. You have to be careful not to drag the spotlight into the dark, for that you endanger them and put your life on the line. 

For months, the organization kept a hand in the dark searching around, all while keeping a strong front and planting distractions. It took a while, the heat was too much. The risk of compromising the network and contacts was great, but in the end, they came through. 

Nothing is for free in the world, especially not in ours. A payment was made, a secure transaction of block-chain coin was made; bouncing through different wallets around the globe before landing in the right hands. All that’s left is collection, with the current heat, it had to be a dead-drop.
“Go to where the fish are Haute, be discreet so you're not caught. Climb up to the the bar above and pick the poison you most love. Just below it, take a peek and you'll find what you seek”
The search begins. First stop: Pearls.

No leads. A quick chat with passerby confirmed that there had not been any activity near pearls. 

This now shifts focus to the only other fish related establishment.. Where, indeed, the drop was secured.

With the package in hand, the names had to be checked out. It was dirty work, requiring access to intimate details and a lot of under table dealings. But as they say “the ends justify the means”.

The names were crossed off the list one by one, it was a relief but also troubling.
A sign of misplaced trust.... The lurking dagger, waiting for you around the corner to slide between your ribs for your heart.

The hunt is far from over, it just means that the rat might’ve been underestimated

[RJThompson]

-RJ, Chase, and Lacey was at the hotel when they were thinking of something to do for the day. Lacey had mentioned she ran a small lab tucked behind a hangar on the south side of Los Santos. They got everything they needed together and left in their Kamacho. They arrived and Drugs were cooking steady when RJ realized the drugs smelt very odd, he looked at his list of ingredients and thought everything seemed correct but something still seemed off when he realized how it bubbled up in the beaker. RJ wiped the sweat of his head, put on his gloves and began to work on some more LSD. but something wasnt right, RJ was a known Cook in Los Santos and had cooked tens of thousands of drugs to sell on the streets and was a top supplier. and had a reputation to uphold. so he triple-checked and made sure it wasn't the quality of the Chems they was using and realized he may of lost the touch he once had when it came to cooking, maybe the long break he had taken must of took toll. He finished his cook. Packed up all of his materials, cleaned up his tables and began to drive away from the lab. Due to the off smell RJ knew something was off so he decided to see Chase and Lacey because he knew they had a client that they knew was trust worthy and knew his stuff. They drove up north into Sandy motel where their best buyer was waiting to test it. The buyer has mentioned it was much worst then before and had mentioned he realized they had a ton of low quality drugs and a few measly medium quality drugs. RJ was disappointed and knew maybe it was time to stick to Cooking and get back to his old ways, back to when they had the best quality drugs in the city!-

[Cup]

 

Luna couldn’t shake the feeling that she was falling short — that she wasn’t truly pulling her weight in the family’s vast web of business ventures. Surrounded by the history and  legacy, she often wondered if she was making a real impact or simply existing.

Luna had a plan. It didn’t require a boardroom or a business degree, just a single can of spray paint and a surge of raw artistic inspiration. Something so simple she could handle it on her own in a spur of the moment kick of inspiration.

Luna slipped through the city’s underbelly with practiced ease, meeting with the kind of business associates who didn’t advertise their deals in daylight. The purpose was simple. To leave the families mark everywhere under their umbrella.

The goal was simple. to send a message loud and clear. anyone passing through would know exactly who ran this territory.  This was claimed ground, and the tags were just the warning shot.

[Cup]

[Cup]

[Cup]

Word spread that FLEECA was planning on opening several new branches in the Los Santos area. Luna knew immediately that this was going to be a boom to the coffers of anyone smart enough to step up and take advantage.

She immediately jumped into gear and began researching the locations planning to gather as much information as she could before reporting back to the rest of the family.

No good scouting operation is complete without the proper vehicle

 

Luna spent hours, day and night photographing and surveying the banks. Seeking out weaknesses and the most likely routes of escape.

It was lonely thankless work but she hoped it would all be worth it once the information she gathered was put to use.

After all was said and done Luna reflected on the nights work and smiled with anticipation for the future.

 

 

 

 

[Cup]

[Dnwlo]

Edited July 23, 2025 by Dnwlo

[CalvinKlein]

Edited July 29, 2025 by CalvinKlein

[k0ma]

[DoubleA]

The Rooks and Guffy’s Garage have made a new agreement...

 

All events held at Guffy’s Underground will be co-hosted by The Von Crastenburg Hotel and Pearls Restaurant

More to come... SoonTM

[Coolxghf]

 

The town would simply not quiet down. Bongo Mason beats the Chumash Bank case. All Del Perro had an opinion about it — some thought he was guilty and just too slick to get caught in the system, others praised him for dismissing a case that was a slam-dunk conviction. But not to Bongo. It wasn't what they said that mattered. What counted was that he was free, and freedom in Los Santos was power.

That evening, his Jugular came into the valet stand before Von Crastenburg. The Rooks' parking spot glowed with neon Purples and White, Del Perro's crown jewel on its strip. Heads turned as Bongo stepped out. It was not usual for a man accused of robbing Chumash Bank to stroll free with no blemish on his record. At the rooftop lounge, the air buzzed. Vlad invited him to a corner booth, already drinking. "Your name means something now, huh?" Vlad inched in close. "Chumash is unbeatable. The DA had the tape, the witnesses, the whole thing… and you managed to slip through anyway. You're a ghost, B."

Bongo grinned, rolling a Joint. "Ghosts don't pay for rooms, brother. What's the next play?" Vlad scanned the room, then continued in a lower tone. "There's a team out of Gentry that'd like to meet. Word is, they're putting something bigger together than Chumash — something that makes Paleto look like peanuts. They believe you're the missing piece. Hotel rooftop. Midnight. You in?" Bongo sat back, smoke curling into the evening air, the Ferris wheel lights reflecting in his glasses. "Chumash taught me one thing — the system's a game. And I don't lose games. Tell them I'll be here." Below, Del Perro's waves pound the beach. Above, Bongo Mason's myth was only just starting.

[Dnwlo]

Edited August 12, 2025 by Dnwlo

[Tharindu Chamara]

 

The Call
I was just chilling like any regular day when my phone buzzed. it was our main dealer our main plug on the line, and let me tell you, he was pissed. saying he’s fed up with our recent deals. Apparently, someone’s been sneaking around, selling to our contacts behind our backs. I could feel the heat through the phone, so I set up a face to face meeting to smooth things over. This guy’s been our golden ticket for a while, and I’m not about to let some snake mess that up.

The Rat
After that heated call, I didn’t waste time. I reached out to the family. I mean, I’ve always been tight with this dealer, so if he’s unhappy, this mess had to be cleaned up properly. We needed to find out who’s been double crossing us, and fast. We started tailing him. Hours of creeping through the streets paid off when we spotted the RAT. some lowlife making deals with our guy he rolled up, did a quick deal, and dipped. We shadowed him quietly waited for the right moment then tailed him to a quiet spot Let’s just say we had a “friendly chat” with him taught him a lesson he won’t forget, with a clear message: stay away from our dealer, or next time, we won’t be so nice. loud and clear.

Happy Ending
With the rat problem handled, we knew we had to make things right with our dealer and I mean really right. So, the Rooks decided to go big: a full crew bank heist to show him we’re still the real deal. We hit the bank like a storm, cleaned it out without a single scratch on us, and walked away with stacks of black money. We handed over the whole haul to our dealer, and the smile on his face? Priceless. He’s back to being our biggest fan, and the Rooks are tighter than ever. No rats. No doubts. Just Rooks.

Edited August 20, 2025 by Tharindu Chamara

[Abood]

It was a dark, calm night. Haroun was working his legal front, watching every face and every move that could threaten the family. Kevin was on the hunt for the next big score to bring money home. Jaafar sat in the casino, cigar smoke curling through the air as he played the tables with his usual calm. Johnnie oversaw trucking logistics at the port, making sure shipments moved like clockwork. Marvin stayed low, knowing the cops were watching his every step. Surgio made his rounds with the drug and money men, keeping them satisfied, keeping them loyal. Everything was quiet. Everything was cool. But silence never lasts. Chase’s voice cut through the radio—steady, but sharp. “Got some street thugs pressing me and Lacey. They’re calling themselves ‘Only the Family.’ Trying to make noise, trying to make a mark.” Poor fools didn’t know what storm was coming their way.

Haroun didn’t waste a breath. His manager asked, “Why are you leaving before your shift ends?” But Haroun just walked past him. Some things can’t be explained to outsiders. Family comes first. Kevin dropped everything and started pulling the crew together. Jaafar stubbed out his cigar, rose from the table, and moved without a word. Johnnie ditched the port, slipping into gear. Marvin suited up, switched cars, and disappeared from the cops’ radar. Surgio cut short a meeting with a dealer, simply saying, “Family calls. Business waits.” Meanwhile, Chase and Lacey kept their eyes on the thugs, calm, patient, knowing their brothers were coming. One by one, the Rooks arrived. Each in a clean suit, each ready to remind the city who truly runs it. Kevin laid out the strategy to secure Chase and Lacey. Haroun’s voice cut cold: “They want to leave a mark in this city? Let’s make sure they’re forgotten.” Johnnie straightened his tie and said, “Remember, boys—we leave like we arrived. Suits clean, heads high.” Engines idled. Doors shut. Silence fell. And then, in a matter of seconds… those street thugs were no more. When it was done, Haroun bowed his head in quiet prayer, showing respect for the dead. Then he spoke: “May their names fade as quickly as their breath. The city belongs to the Rooks.”

[Eden_28]

Eden had been planning Decoy Dilemma for quite some time after her come back. With her past experience and cops ruining events she decided to keep it all on the down low through electronic details shared with those invited.

Eden selected groups one by one and personally invited them herself.

The date, location and time were all shared via posters sent to each individual group.

With multiple groups arriving to the event Eden’s stress levels began to rise wanting everything to be perfect. 

Luckily with the help of Eden’s family everything went just as she had planned and most groups were even complimenting her on the event and the manner in which it was conducted. Overall everyone had a good night and Eden got all the right and well deserved attention to plan many more events with the family.

[Curtis2011]

 

 

After feeling lost within himself Andrew decided to reach out to his closest friend.

Phone in hand he texted REDACTED, with no time passing at all his message was returned.

The time was set for Andrew to come to The Hotel, showing up like nothing had changed.

Welcomed with open arms with multiple members of High Command greeting him. 

Concerns about Andrew’s commitment was in question.

The High Command team had gone into deep discussion.

The votes were unanimous, Andrew was accepted back to his home, with his fellow brothers and sisters

 

Edited September 17, 2025 by Curtis2011
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[Milla70i]

The Other Side
Although Rooks members enjoy the criminal side of things, they must also be active in other places to maintain balance within the organization. At their headquarters lies the heart of their appetites. When used by all 30 members, it quickly becomes empty once again. 

Mylah and Marvin sought to fill this up once again. If their own members won’t fill it up - who will?

Well Fed

These tasks may seem small to many, but to the Rooks, they’re important tasks that help keep their wealth intact.

Not only does it save money, but it’s also essential to have on hand after a long day of fighting and competing for the top spot in the city.

With sky-high prices rising rapidly in the city, spending a few minutes on these saves both time and money for all members involved.

Every day, Mylah and Marvin tends to the fridges, making sure that they are always stocked up, for when it is needed most.

[Eden_28]

 

Spoiler

With war on the horizon, The Rooks knew they had a finite amount of time to complete the journeys of their most recent prospects. To test the full potential of the newest victim to the cliffs. Eden chuckled at the chance to see these new heights be used, to witness how a prospect can fail to impress the cold faces before them, to stumble over their words and fall at the opportunity to stand by her side.

One man. That's all? Oh well. Even better to pressure him. Eden stepped forward, pestered the prospect with questions, and smirked beneath her mask as she watched her imagination come true.
"Umm." "Ugh." "Hmm"
Tonight was the night. Right?

Yet with all that pressure, he managed to pull through. With a blink of an eye Eden was back to reality. [REDACTED] hugged the prospect. Applause? He was in.

Eden walked back to Harley's car with a sigh.

Maybe next time...