Aztecas

[MissDeeds]

Tiempo de trabajar

"Back to Work"

The vatos were back in the full swing of operations and been working tirelessly to build up new relations with all the new groups and people who had come into the city. One of the most important things in the vatos lives is the privilege and honour of promotions. They are an accolade of your achievements within a group and earn more responsibility as you progress up through the ranks. The vatos were excited to have this opportunity and with the snow they took full advantage and had snowball fights before their ceremony. 

Each vato lined up and eagerly awaited to see would their name be called. People were called forward and Carlos etched lined into their necks to symbolise their ranks and promotions. As blood ran down the necks of many of the vatos, two special promotions saw two of the vatos move from Asesino to Officiales, the first step towards high command, an honour within the familia. 

The vatos needed some relaxation with everything that was going on so they decided to hold a rave in the West Hanger of the airport, sometimes we just need to let loose.

The vatos gathered up and the music started pumping and the drugs began to flow. Goblins, Lost, LFM, OTF, 67s and a few others made their way out and joined in. Everyone was in great spirits.

 

Then the dreaded sound of a helicopter above them made them scatter.

But not quick enough.. 

Unfortunately for Gabe, Lucy, Yuki and Alicia the cops took a special interest in them and pulled them over as they leary eyed tried to leave. They questioned what they were there for, and were satisfied with their responses marking them all as 10-16s. As they were about to pull off, a drop landed in the West Hanger. The worst possible timing. The marranos did not believe this was not theirs and were convinced that the drop belonged to them and ended up with a trip to mission row. The 3 girls were placed in a singular cell and questioned for hours. Gabe, Lucy and Yuki ended up protecting Alicia and allowing her to get out of jail and return to her familia. 

After meeting and assessing a couple of the new fish to the familia, a quick meet and greet was setup between the groups for the new people and some issues were brought forward and hashed out between the groups. Looking forward to the New Year and planning out events and general chit chat after each person called out their names and introduced the new vatos.  The snow had left but now they were in full energy to get their operations in order and ensure everything is in order. 

"Nosotros nunca nos rendiremos"

Mi Familia Sobre Todos

 

 

[Harley]

Always impressed with your posts Alicia! Keep it up

[CalvinKlein]

On 1/7/2021 at 9:09 PM, MissDeeds said:

Tiempo de trabajar

"Back to Work"

The vatos were back in the full swing of operations and been working tirelessly to build up new relations with all the new groups and people who had come into the city. One of the most important things in the vatos lives is the privilege and honour of promotions. They are an accolade of your achievements within a group and earn more responsibility as you progress up through the ranks. The vatos were excited to have this opportunity and with the snow they took full advantage and had snowball fights before their ceremony. 

Each vato lined up and eagerly awaited to see would their name be called. People were called forward and Carlos etched lined into their necks to symbolise their ranks and promotions. As blood ran down the necks of many of the vatos, two special promotions saw two of the vatos move from Asesino to Officiales, the first step towards high command, an honour within the familia. 

The vatos needed some relaxation with everything that was going on so they decided to hold a rave in the West Hanger of the airport, sometimes we just need to let loose.

The vatos gathered up and the music started pumping and the drugs began to flow. Goblins, Lost, LFM, OTF, 67s and a few others made their way out and joined in. Everyone was in great spirits.

 

Then the dreaded sound of a helicopter above them made them scatter.

But not quick enough.. 

Unfortunately for Gabe, Lucy, Yuki and Alicia the cops took a special interest in them and pulled them over as they leary eyed tried to leave. They questioned what they were there for, and were satisfied with their responses marking them all as 10-16s. As they were about to pull off, a drop landed in the West Hanger. The worst possible timing. The marranos did not believe this was not theirs and were convinced that the drop belonged to them and ended up with a trip to mission row. The 3 girls were placed in a singular cell and questioned for hours. Gabe, Lucy and Yuki ended up protecting Alicia and allowing her to get out of jail and return to her familia. 

After meeting and assessing a couple of the new fish to the familia, a quick meet and greet was setup between the groups for the new people and some issues were brought forward and hashed out between the groups. Looking forward to the New Year and planning out events and general chit chat after each person called out their names and introduced the new vatos.  The snow had left but now they were in full energy to get their operations in order and ensure everything is in order. 

"Nosotros nunca nos rendiremos"

Mi Familia Sobre Todos

 

 

the rave

[Z0thian]

A prologue.

 

A deep sense of belonging is an irreducible need of people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to belong to something. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick.

 

For Lucy these words alway rang true. She always felt the need to belong to something, first it was The Irish Mafia, and it ended with The Triads. There were things in between and all of them were just futile attempts at bridging the gap between her and that sense of belonging. While a part of them, there was that feeling, and she served them all for as long as she could, but in the end everything falls and sometimes with it, falls hope.

 

Countless nights Lucy had found herself, restlessly staring at the mask hung above her bed. The cold eyes of her Triad mask, one symbolic of the rank of the Black Tiger, stared straight into her soul reminding her of her mistake. She never should have left. Lucy had seen countless wars, gangs rising and inevitably falling in Los Santos, she had been there in them not too long ago, but nothing made her restless more than her memories, and the family she had lost the day she handed over her mask. Of course there were plenty of memories that haunted Lucy, but the only one that truly mattered to her, was the ones regarding her family. The Triads? They were, and always will be, Lucy's first real family.

 

The night was cold, rain poured loudly onto the exterior balcony of her apartment, the loud pitter patter was only amplified in Lucy’s current state, her body sweating despite the cold temperature; her chest tightly closed up, and she was struggling to catch her breath. As lightning flashed through the window it illuminated her room. There the red headed girl lay, alone in her bed clutching a pillow tightly to her chest. The dark bags under her eyes only indicated her lack of sleep. Figures of tortured souls danced in her vision; all of them tormenting her, mocking her. These were the victims of her past, she was a trained murderer and torture expert, taught to feel no remorse, but when she was alone, the guilt ate her up. People always said that Lucy wasn’t capable of empathy, but they never truly looked deeper into the monster portrayed on a day to day basis.

‘This is the night.’ Lucy had thought to herself. ‘This is the night I atone for my sins.’ It took her body a moment to react to what her brain was telling her, almost like she was lagging behind her thoughts, as if she wasn’t in full control of her body nor even her mind. A shaking hand reached for her bedside table, pulling open the drawer. Her hand clenched tightly over the handle of a fifty caliber pistol. 

 

Slowly the pistol was lifted and pressed to her temples, a finger lightly danced against the trigger. Lucy gasped as the cold barrel of the gun touched her head, with a shaky breath she began to whisper into the night, the lyrics of a song she’d memorised since childhood. “My mother’s child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon and watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.” Afterwards, came a tender sobbing and then...

 

BANG!

The rumbling crash of thunder had shocked Lucy; with her body jolting in fear, she had missed her mark; the gun billowed smoke and she turned her attention upwards where a bullet mark now tarnished her ceiling. A low humming vibration echoed around the room, eyes snapping towards the phone that lay on her bedside table. Meekly her free hand stretched outwards to her mobile phone. The screen almost blinded her with the sudden light in the darkness, four missed calls and a number of texts. Though, the only one that caught her attention was one from an old contact of hers from the Triads.

 

Her heart sank when she read the text, she was being welcomed home, a chance to have her family back. Lucy had done countless things since leaving the Triads, trying to find a way to fill the hole in her heart that they left behind, but nothing quite did fill the empty void of her entire being quite like the family Triads offered. When it came down to it, Lucy was always loyal to their ranks. 

 

Hell would have to wait for her soul, she had plenty more hell to raise on earth first. However, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. While the happiness was there, not everything was the same after she came back and on top of that, she returned at a daunting time, another war was breaking out, and this time between old allies. Lucy was no stranger to wars, of course, she'd fought in so many she couldn’t even count them. However, before she could get settled back into the ranks of Triads, she was called out of town on some personal business, approached by an old friend of hers from back home. 

 

When she finally arrived home the news was almost unbearable… Triads had fallen and her brothers and sisters had either fallen or disbanded. After the news hit, the fall of her friends and family over at the Triads, Lucy’s heart sank back into unease, and her depression began to creep back upon her. Her real family had been thinning out. Most of them just left her, looking for a better place to call home; but to Lucy… Los Santos would always be her home. She had people there that depended on her. She could feel it. She refused to believe that the downfall of the Triads would amount to the downfall of her too, but for the longest time it did. 

 

Searching for something to replace the triads she tried so many things, gangs came and went but none of them felt the same, she tried her hand at getting a job, became a mechanic and a taxi driver but being and staying legal was tough. She knew that what she perceived as right and wrong would never be the same thing that society perceived them to be. Nothing quite seemed to make sense to her, and she was a soldier without a cause. She began to wear the black triad mask as a memorial for those brothers and sisters she lost in the war. Lucy was nothing but a husk of a person, not really existing, living each day the same vicious cycle of longing and despair. The days went by in a blur, she recalled things happening, but nothing truly sank in. 

 

The wake up call:

What people would consider war was still ripe in the criminal underground, both sides Lucy had attachments to and this was why she never offered to help either of them. Tensions were dying down however, and as the light crept into her apartment through her blinds, shining on her face to wake her from her sleep. So often these days Lucy woke on her floor of her home bar, hungover and alone. She turned her attention to her phone that was laying on the floor beside her and a large pile of empty bottles of whiskey, picking it up to check her texts as she so often did on a morning out of habit, she had to squint her eyes to stop her hazy vision from dancing, it appeared she still wasn’t fully sober yet. Lucy was delighted, however, to notice that she had received a text from Alicia. The smile curled on her lips as she sat up from the bed walking upstairs to make a coffee before she sent her reply. 

 

She had received an offer to join the Azteca’s as a trial. Lucy had asked a few times about joining them before the war all started, but as the war started, it simply wasn’t a good time for them to take her in. Alicia herself mentioned that she didn’t want Lucy to just feel like another soldier in their war. While that was all Lucy ever thought and believed she would be, she agreed with Alicia that with tensions brewing it wasn’t the best time, especially with the fact that she didn’t want to shoot her old friends, she has had to kill friends and family before and was uncertain how many more lives she could shoulder like that before it destroyed her. Her mind at the best of times is crumbling under the weight of all her actions, her previous sins torture her every waking moment, who knows what will finally tip the iceberg and break her.

 

A shaky breath parted her lips after she took a sip of the coffee she’d brewed, hands running down her face. Her attentioned turned to a figure in the corner of her room, a ghost from her past that only she could see. One of many figures she could see. It was a man with a long overcoat and a suit. With pure venom in her voice, she spat out to the nothingness; her eyebrows furrowing. “You can stop looking so smug. We knew this day would come again. You made me this way, shouldn’t you be proud?”

 

“Oh, I’m proud. Proud of myself, look what a terrific job I did with you. You do nothing but kill and steal all at the request of others. I made you into a weapon. You're my greatest achievement.” The voice whispered back to her, though truly.. Nothing was actually there. “The sooner you die, the sooner you are returned to me.”

 

“It is nothing more than I deserve… But until that day, I’ll find a place to belong, a place where I can happily lay down my life and it will be MY choice. Not yours.” Lucy grumbled back at the figure, taking her phone from the counter, sending her text to Alicia; a confirmation that she would gratefully accept her offer. 

 

Lucy met with Alicia and received the signature Azteca plaid shirt and their blue skull mask symbolic of someone in their ranks. Lucy looked down with despair at the Black Triad mask in her hands. She’d worn it for as long as she could remember, even after they fell. Wearing it as a memorial for all the souls lost in the war. Her heart sank at the idea of putting them away for good, but life is for the living. Those she lost she can still remember, but only as long as she is alive to do so. Not wanting to fully part ways with her mask, she tucked it away in her bag swapping it out for the skull bandanna.  

 

As Lucy exited that clothing store, with her outfit that proudly displayed her new family. 

This was a new start for her.

Mi Familia Sobre Todos.

[Harley]

Amazing post as always Lucy! 

[CalvinKlein]

5 hours ago, Z0thian said:

A prologue.

 

A deep sense of belonging is an irreducible need of people. We are biologically, cognitively, physically, and spiritually wired to belong to something. When those needs are not met, we don't function as we were meant to. We break. We fall apart. We numb. We ache. We hurt others. We get sick.

 

For Lucy these words alway rang true. She always felt the need to belong to something, first it was The Irish Mafia, and it ended with The Triads. There were things in between and all of them were just futile attempts at bridging the gap between her and that sense of belonging. While a part of them, there was that feeling, and she served them all for as long as she could, but in the end everything falls and sometimes with it, falls hope.

 

Countless nights Lucy had found herself, restlessly staring at the mask hung above her bed. The cold eyes of her Triad mask, one symbolic of the rank of the Black Tiger, stared straight into her soul reminding her of her mistake. She never should have left. Lucy had seen countless wars, gangs rising and inevitably falling in Los Santos, she had been there in them not too long ago, but nothing made her restless more than her memories, and the family she had lost the day she handed over her mask. Of course there were plenty of memories that haunted Lucy, but the only one that truly mattered to her, was the ones regarding her family. The Triads? They were, and always will be, Lucy's first real family.

 

The night was cold, rain poured loudly onto the exterior balcony of her apartment, the loud pitter patter was only amplified in Lucy’s current state, her body sweating despite the cold temperature; her chest tightly closed up, and she was struggling to catch her breath. As lightning flashed through the window it illuminated her room. There the red headed girl lay, alone in her bed clutching a pillow tightly to her chest. The dark bags under her eyes only indicated her lack of sleep. Figures of tortured souls danced in her vision; all of them tormenting her, mocking her. These were the victims of her past, she was a trained murderer and torture expert, taught to feel no remorse, but when she was alone, the guilt ate her up. People always said that Lucy wasn’t capable of empathy, but they never truly looked deeper into the monster portrayed on a day to day basis.

‘This is the night.’ Lucy had thought to herself. ‘This is the night I atone for my sins.’ It took her body a moment to react to what her brain was telling her, almost like she was lagging behind her thoughts, as if she wasn’t in full control of her body nor even her mind. A shaking hand reached for her bedside table, pulling open the drawer. Her hand clenched tightly over the handle of a fifty caliber pistol. 

 

Slowly the pistol was lifted and pressed to her temples, a finger lightly danced against the trigger. Lucy gasped as the cold barrel of the gun touched her head, with a shaky breath she began to whisper into the night, the lyrics of a song she’d memorised since childhood. “My mother’s child dances in darkness, she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon and watches the stars and renames the planets and dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom.” Afterwards, came a tender sobbing and then...

 

BANG!

The rumbling crash of thunder had shocked Lucy; with her body jolting in fear, she had missed her mark; the gun billowed smoke and she turned her attention upwards where a bullet mark now tarnished her ceiling. A low humming vibration echoed around the room, eyes snapping towards the phone that lay on her bedside table. Meekly her free hand stretched outwards to her mobile phone. The screen almost blinded her with the sudden light in the darkness, four missed calls and a number of texts. Though, the only one that caught her attention was one from an old contact of hers from the Triads.

 

Her heart sank when she read the text, she was being welcomed home, a chance to have her family back. Lucy had done countless things since leaving the Triads, trying to find a way to fill the hole in her heart that they left behind, but nothing quite did fill the empty void of her entire being quite like the family Triads offered. When it came down to it, Lucy was always loyal to their ranks. 

 

Hell would have to wait for her soul, she had plenty more hell to raise on earth first. However, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. While the happiness was there, not everything was the same after she came back and on top of that, she returned at a daunting time, another war was breaking out, and this time between old allies. Lucy was no stranger to wars, of course, she'd fought in so many she couldn’t even count them. However, before she could get settled back into the ranks of Triads, she was called out of town on some personal business, approached by an old friend of hers from back home. 

 

When she finally arrived home the news was almost unbearable… Triads had fallen and her brothers and sisters had either fallen or disbanded. After the news hit, the fall of her friends and family over at the Triads, Lucy’s heart sank back into unease, and her depression began to creep back upon her. Her real family had been thinning out. Most of them just left her, looking for a better place to call home; but to Lucy… Los Santos would always be her home. She had people there that depended on her. She could feel it. She refused to believe that the downfall of the Triads would amount to the downfall of her too, but for the longest time it did. 

 

Searching for something to replace the triads she tried so many things, gangs came and went but none of them felt the same, she tried her hand at getting a job, became a mechanic and a taxi driver but being and staying legal was tough. She knew that what she perceived as right and wrong would never be the same thing that society perceived them to be. Nothing quite seemed to make sense to her, and she was a soldier without a cause. She began to wear the black triad mask as a memorial for those brothers and sisters she lost in the war. Lucy was nothing but a husk of a person, not really existing, living each day the same vicious cycle of longing and despair. The days went by in a blur, she recalled things happening, but nothing truly sank in. 

 

The wake up call:

What people would consider war was still ripe in the criminal underground, both sides Lucy had attachments to and this was why she never offered to help either of them. Tensions were dying down however, and as the light crept into her apartment through her blinds, shining on her face to wake her from her sleep. So often these days Lucy woke on her floor of her home bar, hungover and alone. She turned her attention to her phone that was laying on the floor beside her and a large pile of empty bottles of whiskey, picking it up to check her texts as she so often did on a morning out of habit, she had to squint her eyes to stop her hazy vision from dancing, it appeared she still wasn’t fully sober yet. Lucy was delighted, however, to notice that she had received a text from Alicia. The smile curled on her lips as she sat up from the bed walking upstairs to make a coffee before she sent her reply. 

 

She had received an offer to join the Azteca’s as a trial. Lucy had asked a few times about joining them before the war all started, but as the war started, it simply wasn’t a good time for them to take her in. Alicia herself mentioned that she didn’t want Lucy to just feel like another soldier in their war. While that was all Lucy ever thought and believed she would be, she agreed with Alicia that with tensions brewing it wasn’t the best time, especially with the fact that she didn’t want to shoot her old friends, she has had to kill friends and family before and was uncertain how many more lives she could shoulder like that before it destroyed her. Her mind at the best of times is crumbling under the weight of all her actions, her previous sins torture her every waking moment, who knows what will finally tip the iceberg and break her.

 

A shaky breath parted her lips after she took a sip of the coffee she’d brewed, hands running down her face. Her attentioned turned to a figure in the corner of her room, a ghost from her past that only she could see. One of many figures she could see. It was a man with a long overcoat and a suit. With pure venom in her voice, she spat out to the nothingness; her eyebrows furrowing. “You can stop looking so smug. We knew this day would come again. You made me this way, shouldn’t you be proud?”

 

“Oh, I’m proud. Proud of myself, look what a terrific job I did with you. You do nothing but kill and steal all at the request of others. I made you into a weapon. You're my greatest achievement.” The voice whispered back to her, though truly.. Nothing was actually there. “The sooner you die, the sooner you are returned to me.”

 

“It is nothing more than I deserve… But until that day, I’ll find a place to belong, a place where I can happily lay down my life and it will be MY choice. Not yours.” Lucy grumbled back at the figure, taking her phone from the counter, sending her text to Alicia; a confirmation that she would gratefully accept her offer. 

 

Lucy met with Alicia and received the signature Azteca plaid shirt and their blue skull mask symbolic of someone in their ranks. Lucy looked down with despair at the Black Triad mask in her hands. She’d worn it for as long as she could remember, even after they fell. Wearing it as a memorial for all the souls lost in the war. Her heart sank at the idea of putting them away for good, but life is for the living. Those she lost she can still remember, but only as long as she is alive to do so. Not wanting to fully part ways with her mask, she tucked it away in her bag swapping it out for the skull bandanna.  

 

As Lucy exited that clothing store, with her outfit that proudly displayed her new family. 

This was a new start for her.

Mi Familia Sobre Todos.

Love it 

[PickNic]

I was out of the scene for Eclipse for a while, but I loved reading the new posts for Aztecas, you guys always had some awesome RP and always gave everyone a good time. Hope all is well. 

[Frewer]

Great post Lucy!!!

 

[givejoshamosin]

NLA really do be the best faction, and with @Z0thian in it now, shits gonna be a madness. 

Love to the Amigos and I wish you all the best, thank you for all the great roleplay opportunities.

Edited January 17, 2021 by givejoshamosin

[Kend0]

wow, incredible post @Z0thian great addition to the faction.

One of my favorites to RP with, look forward to the things ahead!

[alexalex303]

Negative comments removed. If you have any issues with the way the faction is conducting itself, contact faction management or faction leadership privately. This is not the place for it.

Any further posts of the kind will result in forum and/or in-game punishments.

[YNGx]

Volver a la Familia

"Back to the Family"

Thomas flew into the city of Los Santos with ambition and purpose, truly seeking what was out there in life for him, he was no stranger to big cities but he had never seen anything like Los Santos before. He was very uneducated and uncertain of what paths he would choose to go down but he had yet to decide what he wanted to. Despite his cousin being a Police Officer at the time of his arrival into the city he was still vigilant in his ideas of crime to partake in and would not let his family by blood get to him.  Thomas grew up in Barrio Logan of San Diego, California with his mixed "father" and Caucasian "mother", he had no siblings during his childhood as he would later find out that he was adopted and his true family would be revealed to him later in his time in Los Santos.

 

After his first couple of weeks in the city he came across an blasian man named Jamal Andres which offered him a position into a new gang called the "Asian Boyz" though it was newly created and it was himself and Jamal he would start to engage in crime that can take place in the city, robbing stores, killing people who talked shit on the two and evading from the police whenever they had been pulled over. He had finally gained a keen eye to the crimes that he could be apart of. The gang "Asian Boyz" started to slowly grow and had around 8 concurrent members who would hang around and do whatever they wanted from vibing on beaches with chicas to music or robbing stores and taking all of Muhammad's money. Though shortly after they had started to see slight numbers, things began to go downhill and issues arised between the group called "The Firm" and "Asian Boyz" which led to the decision of Thomas leaving the gang and continuing on with his life in the city ending him up meeting a man named Sherlock Dang.

 

Sherlock would then lead him to a man named John Corsetti which would stay an important name in his mind for the next few years in the city, furnishing him into the criminal he is now. He would join his gang the "Crimson Syndicate" and begin going up the ranks of the Syndicate. In his time in the Syndicate he had met many people and they would all become his really good and close friends going from Sherlock, Cameron Fade, Tristan Byrd, Fuoco Diaz, Swervo, Juan Menez, TJ Fronta, Michael Lucciano to even John and Remmi Corsetti themselves, even creating bonds with other gang members and people in the city. Through these relationships he would create a perfect home for himself in a gang and would stay in it till the end but a few weeks after.... the war between Triads and Irish vs Aztecas, GD , Crimson would erupt, after a few fights Crimson would relocate their HQ to La Spada which was owned by Al Romano, Tony Romano's brother whom was a member of Crimson's High Command during the war, it would put the gang in a tight spot and would force Crimson to drop from their side and be replaced by LFM in the fight, shortly after MoreBlood joining the conflict as well.

 

 

As the conflict arose between both sets of groups, Crimson was stuck to choose a side, which unfortunately would end up in a less honorable decision of joining the Triads and Irish side resulting in a big meeting in which what Crimson shall do shall the war continue on, it was decided between the groups that if Crimson was to fight they would wear a certain attire correlating to Irish and Triads and they would have to help them at all costs. Thomas disagreed HEAVLY with several decisions made at the time which were all coming from Tony Romano who became a primary reason in Thomas's further decision to leave down the line, thankfully they did not have to fight at all in the war and conflict finally dispersed. During Thomas's final days of being a Lieutenant of Crimson Syndicate, he had reached out to a woman named Alicia Rodriguez which would be a very important person within the group Los Aztecas, they exchanged a few texts and had set up a meeting to talk about what Thomas was looking for.

 

 

"Hola vato!" a familiar voice said, Thomas proceeded forward after they were done talking to a different individual. He looked at Alicia and replied "Hello!" and smiled, "So Thomas, I know you are here today about getting into Aztecas and before I begin, I must ask, are you still apart of Crimson?" He replied "Yes", "So I must know, are you going to let John know that you're leaving and have talked to myself?" Thomas replied "Yes, I will tell him that I have talked to you and I am officially leaving" Alicia responded "Sounds great so Thomas, how are you doing financially? What do you have in your armory and what vehicles do you own? as well as what is your primary source of income?" Thomas responded certainly with "I am actually doing really well on money with around 100k, quite a few heavies, .50's and I have a Komoda, BF400, Hakuchou and Bifta." Alicia had nodded looking at Thomas, observing him closely. "Alrighty vato, so I would like to introduce you to Valentina and Carlos Rodrigueez, our El J’efe" Thomas extended a handshake to Carlos, acknowledging his role within the gang. Alicia asked "Thomas, there's a lot of people trying to actively become apart of our gang, what makes you stand out and what could you bring to the familia?" Thomas replied "Well, I'm always in the city and can help with anything when anything needs to be sorted with, I will always respond to backup calls and I will be there whenever you need me. I also am able to receive constructive criticism or feedback and apply it to myself if I make a mistake/mistakes." She nods and replies, "I will reach out to you soon Thomas, adios vato". That night Thomas had arranged a meeting with Crimson High Command and would officially let them know of his departure from the gang, he would say goodbye to his friends and finally part ways. John would tell him that he's proud of him and wishes him well on his future endeavors.

 

The following day, Thomas had received a message from Alicia telling him to come to the Paleto Church and finally meet the rest of the vatos, getting into the white and grey plaid shirt and gray skull mask which would represent his status of an Azteca Trial, for the rest of the day he would ride around in Alicia's Kamacho learning the ropes of his new familia, meeting others on the way, unfortunately, he had been arrested later that day after driving into a cop cruiser that he couldn't see, spending time in jail he reminisced on what is to come being apart of this new family. He spent the next couple of months doing whatever to benefit the familia, chopping cars for LFM, robbing stores, running labs with his fellow vatos and even robbing a Jewelry Store, one day, unfortunately Thomas had made a terrible mistake and went against completely what the vatos stand for after being injured in a fight. The next day he was disciplined and removed from the familia due to his inexcusable actions.

 

Thomas began spiraling down out of control with his emotions, he had lost his ties to a familia that he could count on and quite frankly was super excited to be apart of. He went down to his roots and began hanging out with his old Crimson Syndicate homies, helping them late at night running labs, hitting stores, hanging out on their frequency quite often. But, despite hanging out with the first family he had in the city he still wished to be apart of the familia and the opportunities it could of brought to him, he still wanted to be apart of something bigger and better and create a true name for himself in the city. Shortly after New Years, Thomas had reached out to Alicia again asking for a second chance and redo as a Trial for the familia. She responded very quickly with a message that had made Thomas show a big smile for the first time in a long while. 

              

 

Shortly after the discussions that were had took place, he was reached out to his biological father who sent him a Letter saying that I had brothers and they were living in Los Santos, he said they're names were Milo, Moses, Magic, Johnny and Chase Borne. He had reached out to the names that were listed in the letter excited and in shock by who he was related to, he decided to go to City Hall and officially make himself Thomas Borne and removed the old last name Watts. He went out and celebrated with his brother's at the LFM Arcade, drinking booze and smoking all the blunts they had. Knowing that he would become apart of the familia once more, he had finally felt joy and shared the moment with his brother's. Alicia had flew into town after a few days and finally confirmed his position as a Trial for the familia once more, she told him to hop into the vato shirt and vato mask and reminded him again what he was expected to do and Thomas had swore to never make the same mistakes again and from there he would continue to assist the familia as he once had, chopping cars for LFM, robbing stores and citizens, erasing policia presence when they decided to make dumb decisions and arrest the vatos as well as contributing to conflict against TRCC, FSO and Irish and a new enemy that made Thomas raise an eyebrow was LNF. He was ready to die and fight for the familia and will continue on to this day and throughout his story in the familia....

     Mi Familia Sobre Todos!
      (first serious RP post, no hate please! would of included more images but this was an in depth background ahaha)

Edited January 21, 2021 by YNGx

[Dashy]

Gah, much love to the family  Beautiful post Thomas.

[SherlockDang]

Aye keep up the work ! love the RP we have

[Hacky Keanu]

Good one! Thomas

[Buk Lee]

Great post Thomas, enjoyed reading it!

 

[OfficialRemy]

yessir Thomas 

 

 

MoreBlood > LFM > 67

[Skino]

Loving the thread VATO'S 

[Skullboi]

Great post Thomas, keep it up!

[Z0thian]

(This is a character background story, any mention of this ICLY would be considered metagaming, and as a small warning; this post will contain things such as torture, rape, abuse and murder. As a forewarning, it will contain these sensitive materials.)

"Curiously I was unmoved by my work. Unaffected by the act of murder, I had become entirely numb. I'll say it in plain English. I am the perfect killer in every sense of the word, because I'm still alive."

Lucy was born into a large family. Albeit most of her siblings have different fathers. The quadruplets Lucy, Angela, Eve, and Mackenzie are considered the babies, since they were the last children to come all holding the same father. Lucy was the oldest of them; born twelve minutes before Angela, then finally came Mackenzie who was born fifteen minutes after Angela. Being the eldest of the girls it fell upon her to look after her siblings, but Lucy naturally, was a rebellious spirit. The youngest sister Mackenzie was babied by their mother. Lucy always looked up to her father, her father was in the armed forces, she was too young to know or care about his rank. After the news came in that Lucy’s father was killed in action when the girls were only four things began to spiral, it hit hardest on Lucy, who then in turn, went completely off the rails as she got older. Lucy was placed under arrest multiple times, placed in holding cell after holding cell for petty crimes as a way to act out, perhaps for a cry for attention.

 

The supposed death of Lucy’s father hit the whole family hard, but the two people it affected most were Lucy and her mother. Their mother almost switched off emotionally and physically, she had never much cared for any of her children beside Mackenzie but she was present in their life. However, after the news it was almost like a switch was flipped off. With her depression came alcohol, and with the alcohol came the aggression. She turned coldest towards Lucy who would purposely put herself in the way to protect her younger siblings, despite there only being a short time distance between all of them, Lucy took it upon herself to be that bigger sister they needed, and as such; Lucy was subjected to frequent beatings. With their mother spending most of their income on alcohol Lucy had to take it upon herself to steal what little she could from her mother’s purse to buy essentials for herself and her younger sisters, this often meant if she couldn’t grab enough, she’d go hungry and allow her sisters to eat before she focused on herself.

 

At the age of fourteen, Lucy fell into some rough times when she inadvertently got herself caught up into the paramilitary political movements of the IRA. Lucy didn’t exactly agree with their cause, but saw it as a way to get her hands on things she wanted, and in the process she learned a whole lot from the small group of acquaintances she made. Meanwhile, their mother had moved on, and had begun ‘seeing’ an officer who frequently had detained and thrown Lucy into a cell overnight. Of course on top of that, Lucy’s mother was seeking the comfort of others in the night for money to keep their family afloat. Lucy never judged her mother for this if it kept her siblings alive, Lucy would do anything too.

 

Things were awkward with John in the equation, the officer held a high rank within the police force and was becoming a pain to Lucy. As Lucy’s self appointed new "parental guardian", John made it his personal mission to lecture and pursue Lucy about her criminal activities. It began to annoy her how he stuck his nose in her personal life and tried to enforce himself as some kind of father figure. She certainly wasn't ever going to see him as a father figure.

 

At seventeen, Lucy had gotten herself in another incident where she was arrested for armed robbery, then promptly incited a riot across the city centre, two people were killed among the riot. John was the officer who came and arrested her, thanks to her distraction of the riot her accomplices managed to escape. She waited hours alone in a small interrogation room, her hands cuffed to the table. Finally she heard the door open, but much to her chagrin, the person who stepped through the door was John. He made his way into the room, shaking his head disapproving. He scolded her, telling her how disappointed and heartbroken her mother would be. Lucy rolled her eyes, she didn't care. Her mother was an alcoholic who never paid any attention to any of them, aside from Mackenzie. 

 

John told Lucy this was the end for her, unless she did something for him. He wanted the names of those she helped escape, the very people who helped her rob the jewellery store. A grin formed on Lucy’s lips, as she spat in his general direction and told him to fuck himself. However, what happened next was something that for a long time, broke her psyche. This was the first of many incidents where John sexually assaulted Lucy. He called it their little "arrangement." Lucy couldn't and wouldn't speak up about it. After all, who would believe her? 

 

This happened on a number of occasions and Lucy seemed powerless to stop it. However, by the age of nineteen, she noticed John was becoming more bold and letting down his guard often. Lucy had been detained once more, and John said he would personally escort her home. Lucy now lived alone so of course, John invited himself in. 

 

Lucy was exhausted and tired of being manipulated, so for once, she began to argue when John attempted their usual arrangement, and she told him to put and end to it. The only thing that stopped her arguing was the words “Perhaps I can arrange something with your sisters then…” Silence struck her, and the words weighed heavy on her fragile heart. 

 

While he was sleeping, Lucy went into her kitchen and found the biggest knife she could. She stood for a moment in the doorway of her bedroom watching him sleep. Disgusted of the man in front of her. The knife rose high in the air… before she knew it the knife was plunged deep into his flesh, piercing through his chest. Multiple times she pulled the knife out and stabbed it back in. Blood soaked the area. 

 

She staggered backwards looking at the body drenching her bed sheets. Lucy didn't bother to hide the crime scene, she knew if she was ever to return to Ireland, she would be thrown away. So, she never did return. Her hands shaking and bloody, reached for her phone and she contacted some old friends, members of the IRA. Her friend Casey helped smuggle Lucy out of the city, Casey had some friends in Los Santos who were making a name for themselves, The Irish Mafia to be precise. They offered Lucy protection from being caught for her crimes, and in return she offered them her life, to do as they wished.

 

One night, while sleeping peacefully in her bed, she was taken from her home, bound by a coarse tweed bag. When she awoke, her hands were bound behind her back and she was tightly strapped into a metal chair. She glanced around and noticed she wasn’t the only one in the line up. Two of her best friends were there with her and a number of higher ups stood in front of them all. Their leader, [REDACTED] stepped forward, hands behind his back as he stood proud, a look of smugness on his face. He spoke to them, addressing them but not looking at a single one of them, because all he saw in them was a potential of becoming a weapon unlike anything else, their strongest pawn. “Everyone sitting before me has been chosen to take part in a special programme. Your talents shown on the battlefield is what made us choose you. We’ve chosen the best of the best, do not disappoint me… Remember, it’s an honour to have been chosen, and if you die, it’s an honour to die for your cause.”

 

With that, he turned to leave, casting one final glance behind him a dark smile curling on his lips before he vanished. For a year not a single one of the people ‘chosen’ saw a fraction of the outside world. They were subjected to human experimentation, torture and brainwashing of a sort. They were the guinea pigs to see if they could make the perfect killers. A soldier, of sorts, who would killed with no remorse, no questions asked. Little by little, the numbers began to drop, not everyone survived this training and after a year… Lucy was one of the six who ‘survived’. Survived of course, being a loose term, her mind was broken and she believed she was nothing but a weapon. The one thing that they could remember was: It was an honour to be chosen.

 

Each one of them was fitted with a tracker in their left arm, and sent on their way. If they were needed, they would be contacted. They were assigned into teams of three, and allowed to go free until they had a task assigned to them. For the first time in a whole year, Lucy set her sights upon the sky, she felt like she was finally free, though deep down she knew she would never be… Her two friends [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] came out with her, they were husband and wife. Luckily they both survived the training too, and [REDACTED] was in charge of their group. Lucy, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] were one of the two groups.

 

They were contacted for missions, doing what they were trained to do. Torture, kill, extract information using any means necessary, and of course, they did all of this with no questions asked. Lucy had to do some… Awful things to do as their instructions told her, and despite all her training, these actions did affect her mentally. She might act with no remorse, but somewhere deeper under the monster she portrayed on her missions, these acts of biblical cruelty affected her on a deeper level. They were trained to stop at nothing to get their job done, and in doing so, they became the stuff of nightmares. 

 

Lucy’s partners, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] noticed this too, and in an attempt to save their souls, they sold out their leader, [REDACTED], gave his locations to a warring gang. However, the two had been double crossed, and were given misinformation as the leader suspected their treachery. It was found that they had indeed sold out their leader and as such they knew they would suffer a fate worse than death. In a final attempt to save their souls, they contacted Lucy, who at this point was unaware of their treachery. They told her everything, with brutal honesty. Their last request from their lips so desperately. The husband, the commander of their small team, [REDACTED] made one final command to Lucy, knowing she wouldn’t fail her duty. “Don’t let them find us. Finish your job. Family and blood.”

 

Without hesitation, Lucy shot them both, one after the other. Point blank in the head. Deep down she knew that she did them a mercy, because if they were found by her gang, they would be subjected to immeasurable pain and torture, so… She did what little act of kindness she could to them. Lucy buried them on that mountain top and made a full report back to her leader, informing them of everything that happened. Lucy was praised for her loyalty, though punished for not bringing them back alive.

 

For a long time, Lucy just lived each day as a blur, a mechanical machine that killed and left a trail of blood and destruction behind her, killing for her cause. Eventually the Irish Mafia disbanded after a long war, and Lucy was left without anything in the world. 

 

It took her awhile but she soon became established as a hitwoman. Lucy was paid on several occasions to take out certain targets for a high price. Lucy showed no mercy for those she was paid to kill, just as she was trained, and she cared little for the reason behind the hits. A job was a job. However, the following years were unkind to her, and she lost many people she held close to her. Being wanted back in Ireland left her with little options.

 

Lucy began to grow cold and lonely, the voices and screams of those she was paid to torture and/or kill began to torment her in the night; she would see figures of those she killed following her. She knew it was just her head trying to guilt her, but she was good at her job. Nobody knew or would find any evidence of her crimes. The loneliness and fear had gotten too much for her and she longed for something, someone to help her.

 

All she found was a group called The Triads. They gave her a place within their ranks, gave this experienced killer and torturer a place to feel welcome and in doing so. They acknowledged her talents and she continues to be a weapon for their cause, doing as she's ordered in order to protect her family. 

 

Within the Triads Lucy had a chance to find herself once more, this once cold and lonely killer was accepted as one of them. Her gifts were valued and they saw her as something more than just a pawn to fight and die for them. Little by little, she developed her personality, became something more than just a broken shell of a human. Lucy found that she didn’t enjoy killing, but it was something that needed to be done to protect the people she cared about, but she was good at it. She made so many good friends in the Triads, and she considered them not just a gang but her family.

 

Her relations spanned further than just Triads too. Triads opened a door and she just stumbled through it, her connections were vastly expanded, she had friends from all walks of life now. People that would die for her, and she in turn, would die for them.

This was how Lucy got acquainted with the Aztecas. 

 

For a long time, Lucy didn’t like most of their people, there had been a war previously between the triads and the mexicans and many of Lucy’s friends and family had fallen in it, though; of course, with all wars, the bloodshed was shared on both sides. 

 

It wasn’t until Lucy had met Alicia and Gabriel that Lucy came to appreciate the Aztecas, and after seeing how they too were so like-minded in their ideals of family. This was something Lucy respected and as time went on, Lucy made close connections to a lot of people in the Aztecas, forming strong bonds with several members. 

 

Triads, Zetas and Aztecas became one big family. A group of unstoppable forces that worked together. At least.. For a time. However, the good times weren’t to last, The Zetas disbanded leaving a hole in a lot of people’s hearts… Then following this, a war broke out, and her current family, Triads demanded they fought against Aztecas. Usually, Lucy would accept, fight without question like she was trained to do. However, she just... couldn’t she’d killed too many of her own friends. She wouldn’t be the reason another one of her friends left this world, so respectfully, she stepped down. 

 

Tensions again were rising after the Triads disbanded, between Aztecas and Lucy’s friends at the Four Seas Order. Lucy reached out to Alicia requesting recruitment. Something inside Lucy urged her to join, she hoped, prayed even that she might be able to mend this bond. Although, sometimes… Wounds cut too deep to heal all. The first day that Lucy put on her Azteca attire, friends of hers, people she considered family in the past insulted her, called her unspeakable things, going as far to shoot at her, attempting to take her life all for her new allegiance. 

 

It seemed peace wasn’t an option.

Lucy has a new family now.

Mi Familia Sobre Todos.

 

[Yugo]

love all the posts

[Skullboi]

Great Job Lucy

[tylxrrr]

These posts are amazing. So much detail and emotion!

[MissDeeds]

@YNGx and @Zothian what amazing stories keep it up love learning about your characters 

[PSX OX]

Amazing stories! I hope I will be able to read some more soon