The Forgotten

[CKari]

Spoiler

Sydney was tired. Every crew in town just wanted to fight each other rather than the real enemies. The police are corrupt and the government is high on their own power, yet the gangs choose to fight each other for petty reasons. Sydney wanted change. She’d joined a couple crews in the past but none truly held the same values as she did until she found The Souls.
Finally Sydney had found a crew that didn’t bother with the drama of the streets and took the fight to the government. But all good things seem to come to an end too soon and The Souls disbanded.
Sydney couldn’t sit around and wait for the perfect gang to show up again and she certainly wasn’t giving up on her values just to try and fit in somewhere else. It was time to start her own crew and so The Forgotten were formed. A crew for the punks, the rejects, and the broken. A crew whose goal is fighting the corruption that’s rampant in San Andreas.

Aesthetic
Our colours are black and pink with a “punk” aesthetic. Leather. Ripped clothing. Straps and studs. Patches and piercings. Anything that doesn’t make you look like a narc, really.

What do we drive? 
Listen, we’re a bunch of punks. We don’t exactly have millions in the bank. We drive shitboxes we found on Lifeinvader Marketplace. We drive old muscle cars left to us in a will when our granddad died. We drive tuner project cars with no AC and a constant check engine light. Some of us have got new cars like a Sugoi, Sultan, or STX that we financed at a 45% interest rate. 

Rules:
- Don’t start unnecessary beef with other crews. Nothing’s sadder than a fragile ego. Bring your issues to command.
- If someone falls, pick ‘em up. We help the people. 
- Loyal ‘til death. We stand together. We stand by our crew.
- Snitches get stitches.

OOC RULES:
- No [New Player] tag
- No PVP/Play To Win mentality. We’re here to roleplay.
- Have a relatively clean admin log. No recent bans or major punishments.
- Zero tolerance for racism, homophobia, etc. Just be a decent human being.
- Know the server rules
- Follow the lore

Ranks:
Anarchist (Leader)
Troublemaker (High Command)
Punk (Low Command)
Rudie (Low Command)
Misfit (Forgotten)
Rebel (Forgotten)
Skid (Forgotten)

 

[CKari]

Spoiler

A mere hour after declaring the official formation of The Forgotten, Sydney ran into Wilbur, one of her old Souls associates. Wilbur was itching to get into some trouble and Sydney was more than happy to oblige. They made their way to the Taskmaster to get an odd job to do and he asked Sydney to sabotage some CCTV cameras across the city. Sydney grabbed her trusty bolt cutters and she and Wilbur made their way down to City Hall. 

GSB agent Eoghan Sterling along with Agent Thorne really didn’t like former Souls getting too close to Governor Whitehorse and forced them both off the property after detaining Syd and threatening legal action. Sydney did not take kindly to Sterling’s disrespect.

Wilbur and Syd gathered some ingredients and headed back to Sydney’s totally legal delicatessen where the two did some science and crafted a little improvised explosive.

Wilbur watched from across the street as Sydney brought the bomb to the front steps of city hall and demanded an apology from Eoghan. After an hour of negotiations with law enforcement Sydney struck a deal and got her apology along with a fresh domestic terrorism charge on her record. City hall remains intact for another day.

 

[NinerTwoGolf]

Val found himself lost in Los Santos.

A rebel without a cause, he found himself traveling across the country with his old lady to find meaning, to find purpose, to find something that relit that fire in his heart. He'd been in Los Santos for months, knocking over ATMs, tagging walls, and trucking to get by.

That was until he got word of a new group being formed, ones that called to the part of Val that remembered the only way to fix what was wrong with the world was to roll up your sleeves and get your hands dirty. He was told to hang around legion parking. There, he could find a blue-haired woman who would point him in the right direction.

After finding the woman, he learned he was mislead. This woman, Sydney, was actually the leader, and she was gathering up anyone who wanted to help set the world on fire. Sydney took a liking to Val, and immediately came up with a plan to initiate Val with a string of store robberies. The plan went off without a hitch, and Val was now welcomed in The Forgotten.

[CKari]

 

Spoiler

Sydney had herself a gang but she needed more members than just herself. It was time to recruit some punks to join her to spread a little anarchy around the state. 

 

First was Diana, a good friend of Syd who left Waterfelons to help Sydney start up The Forgotten. Her experience with organized crime and her close connection to Syd made her the obvious first choice.

 

The Nightingales found Sydney at Legion Square and they immediately hit it off. This power couple is always willing to get down to mischief with the crew.

 

Then there’s Synthia… When it comes to being an unhinged weirdo she gives Sydney a run for her money. A perfect fit for The Forgotten. 

 

[Ms.Somebody]

Spoiler

Lilith was feeling bored, restless in Vice City. So when her husband, Val, suggested they pack their bags and go elsewhere for new beginnings, new opportunities, Lilith thought… “Why the fuck not?” Lilith arrived in Los Santos first, doing odd jobs here and there until Val was able to catch up. By the time he got there, she got him and her new motorcycles. They were small scale, at first. Riding bikes, tagging walls, stealing license plates, until Val met a woman named Sydney. Syd was exactly the kind of woman Lilith liked; fun, straight to the point, always looking for chaos. Val brought Lilith to meet Syd, and it wasn’t long until they were robbing cashiers, smashing ATM’s, running from the police. Syd even taught Val and Lilith how to chop cars, what to look for, what to expect, what kind of tools, how to be prepared. They managed to chop three cars that night, together. Lilith never thought that for the first time in the city she’d feel so remembered, in The Forgotten.

 

[NinerTwoGolf]

The Vengabus!
The Forgotten family was growing. An old friend in Jaye had found his way to the family. With old faces to get reacquainted with and new faces to learn, Syd made the call.

What better way for everyone to get to know one another than a string of store robberies? The Forgotten mounted up and headed out.

After the first couple of stores, cops were no where to be found. Guess they had bigger fish to fry, huh? Syd grew restless and wanted to up the ante. At Drift Gas she rolled up in her Hauler. Still no police response!

The plan once again when Val's mischievous eyes fell upon an interesting prize: An unattended DCC Jogger. Full tank of gas and a fresh coat of paint. Val quickly broke in and got it hot hired, announcing over frequency of his prize.

The Forgotten quickly piled in, Syd popping in "We Like to Party" and the Jogger quickly christened "The Vengabus" they got back to robbing stores. This time, the police did respond. However, the sight of a DCC leaving the scene calmly raised zero alarms to them. Another half a dozen stores hit, the pockets of The Forgotten were loaded with ill-gotten gains, the question became "What now?"

Val came up with the idea of loading up the Vengabus with supplies for a fishing trip. After all, the group commonly complained when "Task Daddy" Marcus demanded they get fish to sell. With the 5 of them, they could learn from one another.

As bait was hooked and lines were casted, the night air was charged with laughter. Jaye shared years worth of stories from his time in Los Santos. Lilith and Val talked about their disastrous honeymoon in the Bahamas. Sydney laid out her plans for the future.

The Forgotten was feeling more like family every passing day.

 

[CKari]

Spoiler

Over the last couple weeks The Forgotten have had a few meetings with other crews and have run jobs with 'em.

 

[NinerTwoGolf]

Val was starting to get restless. Him and Lilith were nomads at heart, and settling in Los Santos was starting to chafe him. Lilith insisted they found a real home here with The Forgotten, and Val needed to cool his head. An opening at Club Cix, she suggested, would help him relax a little.

 

At the club, Val ran into some familiar faces from their meeting with the Lost MC. Casual conversations followed, talks that once Val got his Bati II back from the shop, he’d have to head up on a ride with them sometime. Soon, Desha walked in and Val got an idea. He pulled Desha to the side, and after some conversation he placed an order for some party favors with the Lost. Nothing too extreme, or that he’d have to tell Syd about. Just some pistols for him and his old lady to knock over stores.

 

A couple days later, Val’s phone lit up with the text message from Desha that his order of ‘Bike Parts for his Wife’s Daemon’ was ready for pick up. Val slung a bag and headed up to Stab City. Pulling up, a few prospects confronted Val and attempted to intimidate him, but Val wasn’t going to budge so easily. He assured them he was there on business, and to go get their Boss. Desha came out and greeted Val like an old friend, defusing the tension. As they got to chatting, Desha mentioned that they’d be taking some of their prospects for a cook, and he asked if Val wanted to tag along. Val thought about declining at first. After all, The Forgotten weren’t really into the drug game. But, the Leader of the Lost MC was inviting him personally, and showing face with allies would only strengthen the relationship with The Forgotten. Val said he’d drop off the ‘Bike Parts’ and join them. Desha gave him a freq, and they parted ways.

 

Val later arrived at the Lab woefully unprepared compared to the Lost. He realized his .50 would be little more than serve as emotional support compared to what the Lost had slung. Desha quickly got to showing Val the ropes on planting and rolling blunts, letting him sneak in a roll or two to work on his skills while the Lost cooked some harder drugs. A few scouts pulled up, and the Lost was able to smooth things over with all of them. All of them, except the last one. He was shifty, never identified himself, didn’t stick around to chat, and left everyone on edge. The call was made to pack up and head out. Everyone split up and regrouped at Stab. Val asked if he owed Desha anything for the school lesson, but Desha said keep all that Val had. With a nod, they parted ways.

Once selling off the drugs, Val found himself with some considerable capital, even after giving his cut of the dues to The Forgotten. Val remembered he had seen an old muscle car in a barn up in Grapeseed. After bartering with the shrewd farmer, he found himself the proud owner of an Imponte Arbiter GT. He spent every last bit of his cash restoring it, first painting it black with pink trim. After driving it around for a week, he had it stripped back down to primer, going for a Pink base with black racing stripes, trimmed with chrome. Cruising around in his new ride, Val started to think that maybe Los Santos wasn’t so bad.