The Race to the East (a mafia RP) OPEN AND ACCEPTING

[WishTheWitch]

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To my worst nightmare.

Hi, my name is Sabrina, but you can just call me Rini. My last name is unimportant at the moment, but we'll get to that eventually. Right now I'm looking for three people to help me go across the United States. You see, my father was the boss of a major mafia group in New York. At first, I wasn't the rightful heir to his throne of death, deceit, and drugs. My older brother was and we were thicker than thieves. We went everywhere together, did everything together, and, most importantly, were a family together.

My father is a cold, terrible man who takes no interest in his children's activities. He is the same to me as a stranger on the streets is to you. His only worry in this world is his heir, which he has had several of. Unfortunately, they have all died tragic deaths. Most of these men I've never met before, but the few that I have I regret ever meeting. They were all evil men with nothing but money in their hearts, yet it was thanks to them for the childhood that I had: one that I could share with a Jeremy that was not raised to be a cold blooded killer from birth like our older brothers.

Shortly after the death of the last heir (the brother born just before Jeremy, which made him the rightful prince of our father's kingdom), Jeremy took me on a trip to California in our father's private jet. We went to the beaches, to the raves, to the clubs; again, we did EVERYTHING together. After a good week of drunken days and even drunker nights, he came to me one night and told me he had to go do something for our father. Worried, I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. He assured me multiple times that he would be okay, and after a little while I believed him. It was a foolish decision. But not quite as foolish as the one to follow him.

This is where my story begins, in a way. I followed him to a shady club where there were deals being done in our father's name. He tried to put a stop to the men and women, but he was overwhelmed. I watched as people sneaked up behind him, but I couldn't just sit there and do nothing! I had to help! So what did I do? I ambushed the man sneaking up on my beloved brother and started the fray that ultimately killed the most important person in my life in more way than one.

When I woke up, I found myself in a warehouse district alone with a dead body that... I didn't recognize. I have no memories, no clue that the man beside me was my beloved Jeremy. To me, he was a stranger and, for all I knew, the one responsible for the pounding headache in my skull and the bullet wound in my thigh. After searching this strange body, I found a phone with a cracked screen and a missing back. When I yanked the battery off, I found a note hastily scrawled in black ink on a receipt. It went as follows:


Rini:
Get home as quickly as possible. You're next.
J.


I had no idea where this 'home' was, but I understood a threat when I saw one. I searched him more thoroughly and found a wallet with several IDs inside, one of which was of a girl. I took his money, his broken phone, and his wallet with me, then made my way to a more crowded area where whoever had killed the man wouldn't be able to find me. It wasn't until days later when I got myself into a public bathroom and cleaned up that I realized it was me.

Armed with a broken phone, a stolen wallet, and a fractured memory, I wandered the streets until I found a shady area that... for some reason, held a strange familiarity to it. Little did I know that it was one of many black market outposts where people can hire others to do... less than legal things. It is also here that I subconsciously knew I could find people to help me on my quest to head east back to my family, or at least the address printed on the ID that I stole from the dead body.

I am armed with a stranger's credit cards and ready to pay whatever price I need to to escape the threat that is currently chasing me... And to find my family. They might be worried about me!

[WishTheWitch]

Here are some details:

The people after Sabrina (my character) are after her in order to stop her from telling her father about what they have been doing, which is basically using his name in the black market. They want to kill her not only to keep her quiet, but also to get under her father's skin.

The group chasing after her are all trained killers hired by the Californian mafia group. Their name is the Diamonds. They are great at mind games and strategy.

The New York group is called the Clovers. They are known in the Northeast for a number of things; a few being drugs, murder, and owning the city's police system. They are influential all over the country.


(( I will add more to this in a little bit.))

[WishTheWitch]

Here are some rules:

1) We all know to follow the gaia TOS, right? If not, then you better not apply.
2) In regards to fighting, which is a requirement to join this RP, be as gory as you want. I enjoy the blood, guts, brains, and beatdowns that come along with a mafia RP. The more creative you are with the fights, the happier Ninja is, which is a good thing.
3) Being as this is a literate RP, don't be a moron and create this really awesome profile and work super hard on it if you aren't going to put that much effort into your posts. I've gotten really awesome profiles, then the posts SUCK a**. Let's not have repeats of that, please.
4) No one liners, as "interesting" as they may be, I don't like them. There is a minimum of two paragraphs per post and no maximum limit.
5) Even though the opening storyline is in first person, PLEASE DON'T POST IN FIRST PERSON! I need third person to function. So please, please, please-- I cannot stress this enough-- DON'T send me anything with first person. No profiles, no posts, nothing.
6) I love cheerios, don't you? If you're a smart cookie, you should put the name of your favorite cereal in the subject box when you send me your profile.
7) Don't god mod. Nobody likes that. You might just end up like Jeremy if you do that.
8 ) I encourage romance, in fact, I hope to have plenty of it for Rini, but if the clothes come off, then please timeskip before you get a little too detailed. I don't want this to be mistaken for porn.

[WishTheWitch]

Here are some Profile Skeletons:

Username:
My name is (First, Middle, Last).
I side with the (Clovers or diamonds).
I am (20-25) years old.
I am (insert height here) feet tall
I am a (male or female)
I am (heterosexual, homosexual, asexual, pansexual, etc.)
My favorite weapon is the (choose a reasonable weapon; I would prefer handheld weapons like knives or glocks. Rocket launchers are a no.)
My reasons for helping (basically, give me a reason why you are helping to either protect Rini or hunt her the ******** down. I would really like it if it wasn't a pansy reason like "She's cute and helpless". No, I need corruption and underhanded reasons.)
I was born this way (personality description)
Get it away! (Give me WEAKNESSES! Major ones, minor ones, fat ones, skinny ones, I want all of them. Also, please specify which ones can be discovered easily, and ones that can't.)
I just love (give me things that you just LOVE, even if it's sex possitions. wink lol)
I am good at (what makes you good at your job? Any skills that might help you in the fight against your enemies)
My background goes like this (since I had such a s**t ton of other bull for you to fill out, this can be relatively brief. At least a paragraph. )
Hangon, you forgot (anything that wasn't in the profile that you want to add)
Damn, don't I look good? (anime picture only)



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[b]Username[/b]
[b]My name is[/b] (First, Middle, Last).
[b]I side with the[/b] (Clovers or diamonds).
[b]I am[/b] (20-25)[b] years old.[/b]
[b]I am[/b] (insert height here) [b]feet tall[/b]
[b]I am a[/b] (male or female)
[b]I am[/b] (heterosexual, homosexual, asexual, pansexual, etc.)
[b]My favorite weapon is the[/b] (choose a reasonable weapon; I would prefer handheld weapons like knives or glocks. Rocket launchers are a no.)
[b]My reasons for helping[/b] (basically, give me a reason why you are helping to either protect Rini or hunt her the ******** down. I would really like it if it wasn't a pansy reason like "She's cute and helpless". No, I need corruption and underhanded reasons.)
[b]I was born this way[/b] (personality description)
[b]Get it away![/b] (Give me WEAKNESSES! Major ones, minor ones, fat ones, skinny ones, I want all of them. Also, please specify which ones can be discovered easily, and ones that can't.)
[b]I just love[/b] (give me things that you just LOVE, even if it's sex possitions. ;) lol)
[b]I am good at[/b] (what makes you good at your job? Any skills that might help you in the fight against your enemies)
[b]My background goes like this[/b] (since I had such a s**t ton of other bull for you to fill out, this can be relatively brief. At least a paragraph. )
[b]Hangon, you forgot[/b] (anything that wasn't in the profile that you want to add)
[b]Damn, don't I look good?[/b] (anime picture only)

[WishTheWitch]

Here are some finished Profiles:

The Clovers

Sabrina Trifoglio

Username: Ninjalicious9
My name is Sabrina Lee Trifoglio
I side with the Clovers (though she doesn't know it)
I am 22 years old.
I am 5'4" feet tall
My favorite weapon is the Glock .22
My reasons for helping Rini is trying to save her own life.
I was born this way Brilliant (in her own ways). Innocent (so long as she suffers from memory loss). Tender, mysterious, confused, energetic, hopeful, and loving. After she regains her memories: deadly, angry, defensive, hateful, short tempered, and... broken over her brother's death.
Get it away! Easily discovered: The bullet wound in her thigh (which she has managed to get minor medical treatment for), her head (which is still a bit swollen from the blow to the head she sustained in the fight), spiders (she ******** HATES THEM; if she sees one, you better hope she doesn't have a gun cause she'll start shooting at it), and her memories and the fact that she can't remember anything at all.
Not easily discovered: Her hatred of pretty girls (though that one is a bit harder to dig up due to the fact that she doesn't have the memories that MADE her hate other women), herself (she hates what she's done in the past; yet again, will be hard to dig up), and her dislike of the dark (this one is prominent even when she lacks sufficient memories).
I am good at Rini has exceptional aim. Be it throwing a baseball, rock, ball, or shooting a gun, throwing a knife, or anything that requires aim, you can bet your life she'll hit her target.
My background goes like this See the opening story at the top.
Hangon, you forgot
Damn, don't I look good?

Katerina DeLuca

Username: Ophelia's Soul
My name is Katerina Marie DeLuca
I am a woman clearly
I swing with anyone. Its called being pansexual
I side with the Clovers for now
I am 20 years old.
I am 5'4" feet tall
My favorite weapon is the A jackal knife, though I like my claws and fangs too.
My reasons for helping Money, duh. She is ******** bored. The diamonds piss her off so its fun to annoy them.
I was born this way Curious, outgoing, intelligent, fun-loving, charismatic, observant, trouble-making, fierce, sexual, friendly
Get it away! Strength (she is not strong at all), Focus (Has a hard time paying attention. Might be the most notable weakness), Hot days, Spicy foods (Ew.), Sweets (This is actually because she loves them so much. You could literally pay her off in candy or cake.), Animals (She will never hurt one), technology (she is horrible with it)
I just love Sweets, animals, sex, men, woman, sex, fighting, dancing, music, sex, sleeping, traveling, drag races. Oh, and sex.
I am good at Agility, flexibility, intelligence, speed, hand to hand combat, throwing knifes, dancing, gymnastics, driving, annoying people (Though that might not help with the job)
My background goes like this Katerina (Kat) grew up street smart inside a gang within Venice, Italy from the age of eight. Not much is known about her from before then. She started out as a message carrier, more often than not getting in trouble by following the older gang members on runs, hits, or robberies. She soon proved her worth though with her agility, reflexes, and speed. She is an excellent thief and has a high IQ that made her valuable for strategy. Her flaw was her focus though. She enjoys messing with people too much. Though if you needed a bank robbed, she was your girl. Kat had no problem with hurting people if they hurt or threatened her first. Or if they just needed to die.
Hangon, you forgot drives a black 2013 Dodge Charger with a modified engine and nitrogen pump.
Damn, don't I look good?

Body Type
eye color

lip piercing
Collarbone piercings
Tongue piercing
belly piercing
hip piercings
Ear piercings

Hip and side tattoo
Back tattoo
Hand and wrist tattoo

Assassin outfit
Right thigh gun
Left thigh gun
Jackal Knife
Serpent cutlasses
Eight throwing knives
Metal claws
Sharpened fangs

Gabe Knight

Username NanoPaladin
My name is Gabe Knight
I side with the Clovers
I am 24 years old.
I am six feet tall
I am a Male
I am Heterosexual
My favorite weapon is the Dual Desert Eagles, a machete and a P90
My reasons for helping The bounty on bringing her back was far greater than the one to kill her.
I was born this way Quiet, sometimes he can be seen as distant and cold, brave, honorable, smart.
Get it away! He does have asthma so if he runs for a prolonged time and pushes it, an attack may trigger. Country music, he hates it so much he will refuse to go near it.
I just love Girls, money, smoking flavored tobacco, guns and armor
I am good at Ex-Delta Special Operative; fire fights, hand to hand, overall battle tactics, squad fighting and recon.
My background goes like this To be added.
Hangon, you forgot He can get distracted by a good amount of cleavage. a** or boobs.
Damn, don't I look good?

Weyland Furlan

Username Partydude11
My name is Weyland Tiberius Furlan
I side with the Clovers
I am24 years old.
I am5'4'feet tall
I am a Male
I am Asexual
My favorite weapon is the Shotgun, but not too bad with razor wire and throwing knives.
My reasons for helping To get in good with her dad... and make it easier to complete the contract I'm on now.
I was born this way Quiet and devious, loves to make plans yet at the same time rarely follows them. Rather impulsive as well, yet can be patient when needed. Always gives the impression the impression that he's hiding something. Also, notably a damn good actor.
Get it away! Partially blind in his left eye, hates sour foods and anything above room temperature. Also hates it when he has to run for extended periods.
Not easily found: Whenever anyone finds out a real fact of his life. F*&&#xin;g TEDDYBEARS. (Seriously, he'll kill like ten people for you if you provide one that's fluffy enough.) Iguanas. (The little scaly bastards.)
I just love Money, explosions, killing, easy contracts, and teddy bears. Also cursing.
I am good at Acting skills, throwing knives, infiltration, driving skills, and explosive training.
My background goes like this Exactly who Weyland is is not known. Hell, not even his real name. That's to be expected in his line of work. See, Weyland is a hitman, not a famous one of yet but he's gaining a name in the trade. Not too long ago he got a certain contract that's not gonna be easy to fulfill... until he got a lead on quite the find. Now he just has to get her where she needs to go.
Hangon, you forgot (anything that wasn't in the profile that you want to add)
Damn, don't I look good?

The Diamonds

Open Female Position

Open Female Position

Open Male Position

Open Male Position

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Rini limped down the street, making the blood soaked bandage on her thigh rub against the hole. It hurt more than anything Rini could remember. Then again, she couldn’t exactly remember much—or anything at all for that matter. Stopping for a minute, she leaned against a wall, her breath puffing in front of her in the chilly night air. It was probably growing close to midnight now, and she still hadn’t found a good place to rest. The street was empty and dark, all of the street lights were out, and the air reeked of bad behavior.
“Don’t touch me!” A loud drunken voice bellowed, making Rini turn to see a fight breaking out in the street about four hundred feet away from her. Music and the smell of cheap alcohol reached Rini’s senses, drawing her interest. The bar seemed to be crowded, which was a plus for her to hide from her followers. Plus she really needed to sit down else she lose any more blood and faint. Rini pushed off of the wall and made her way down the street toward the fight that was going on in the street.
She made her way around the brawl and entered the smoke of the bar. A sense of familiarity overcame Rini as the scent of smoke, booze, unwashed men, and puke washed over her and filled her senses. She inhaled, grasping at the string that would open the door of her memories. Unfortunately, the sensation faded and left her empty and frightened. What if she never got her memories back? Would she be broken forever?
Rini shook her head and brushed past a few large men to take a seat at the bar. “What would ya like?”
“Two shots of Everclear.” The response surprised her because she honestly couldn’t remember what her favorite thing to drink was or if she was even old enough to drink… How old was she?
“I’m going to need to see your ID.” The bar tender smirked at her, his eyes roaming over her. She shook off the creepy feeling that settled in her stomach and instead leaned on the counter, breasts in prime view. She didn’t really want to give her ID out just in case her name was recognized and the people who were following her got a good lead.
“Oh, come on, sir. Let us not pretend that this establishment is a lawful one.”
The bartender smirked, eying her chest that was resting on the counter. “Maybe. Why should I do what you want?”
Rini shrugged, making her breasts bounce. “Because I’ve had a rough day and you want to do a girl a favor?”
“Oh, I’ll do you a favor all right.” The bar tender brought up four shot glasses and set them on the bar to pour everclear into them. “Alright. But you owe me.”
More customers walked up to the bar, needing the bartender’s attention and drew him away. Sighing, Rini threw back two of the shots. A wave of giddiness washed over her that she suppressed. She needed to be clear minded. She wished she could refuse the third and fourth shot, but she’d had such a shitty few days that she just couldn’t give them back.

[Drunken Immortal]

It's cold outside in the middle of the winter
and my brain's in the fridge
Point things in the better

`♥.¸¸.♦´´¯``♠ .¸¸.♣ ¤* Billy *¤ ♣.¸¸.♠´´¯``♦ .¸¸.♥´

RODOLPHE Vernier spent thirty-two years making his fortune from a chain of high-end brasseries in Paris and Marseille before retiring in 1999 and turning the business over to his sons. A widower, he retired to California, where he met his current wife. Shortly after they married, Vernier adopted the woman's daughter, Marie. He loved the girl as his own, he'd told Billy during their first meeting, and if not for his advanced age and prominence would have happily handled Romain Doucet himself. From any other man it might have come off as a boast, but the hard sadness in Vernier's eyes told Billy the man was telling the truth.

"You found him?" Vernier now asked Billy. They were sitting in a crappy bar in a part of town the cops rarely frequented. "He was where I said he would be?"

"I found him," Billy replied in French. He wore a disguise, not a good one, but enough that Vernier would have trouble giving an accurate description: a ball cap that hid Billy's shaggy hair, dark glasses, and five days' worth of stubble.

"You did it?" Vernier asked.

"Yes. I didn't kill him, though."

"No? Why not? If it is money--"

"It's not money. Neither of us needs the trouble. If you hurt a deserving man, the police will smile in private; if you kill a man--even if he's deserving of it--the prosecutors will force them to do their job. Trust me: Doucet won't ever be the same." Vernier considered this, then nodded. "How is your daughter getting along?"

Vernier shrugged. "A bit better, we think. She is seeing a therapist. She has started talking to us, taking an interest in things. I want to thank you for--"

"Thank me by forgetting me. Forget me. Forget you hired me to do this. Don't talk about it to anyone. No bragging. For the next twenty-four hours, go out with your family and be seen. Do you understand?"

"An alibi."

"Yes."

Vernier studied Billy for a few seconds. "Aren't you going to threaten me--tell me not to talk to the police?"

Billy gave him a hard smile. "You won't tell the police."

"No, I suppose not." Billy held his gaze until he said it again: "I won't."

"They will come see you, ask you questions. Don't be too quick with your alibi. Let them do the legwork. Tell them you're not sorry about what happened to Doucet, but you and your wife and daughter are just trying to move on with your lives. For a while everyone will assume you're responsible. Stick to your story and it will pass. Understood?"

"I understand."

"Keep your eye on the news Sunday. Leave the key for me later tonight. I'll collect the money." On Billy's instructions, Vernier had left a manila envelope containing the money in a locker he'd rented at a local hostel. Once certain Billy had in fact done the job, Vernier would leave the key under a bird feeder in the backyard. Billy stood up and extended his hand to the Frenchman.

"Good luck to you."

"And you."

Once his business was concluded he moved to the bar, not wanting to draw any undue attention to himself or Vernier. The only open spot was next to a girl who looked as though she didn't belong there. It wasn't his problem, so he just left it and signaled for the bartender. "Australian Whiskey on ice."

I'm lucky if I even give in to the sin
And it's all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down

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Rini completely ignored the man next to her, wishing only to drown in the liquid in her glasses. Once she had finished her four shots and the stranger next to her called over the bartender, she asked for more, "Can I get another shot of Everclear, please?" The man frowned at her.
"You owe me for those other ones." With that, he reached toward her breasts, which were still propped up on the counter. Fast for a drunk, she latched onto the man's arm next to her, effectively pulling her body out of his reach.
"Now, now. You wouldn't want to upset my friend here." Frowning, the bartender was obviously not happy that his playtime with his two fluffies had been taken away. "He doesn't like it when people take things from me." She really had no intention of letting this man cop a feel on her, let alone do half of the things he probably thought he was going to get to do to her. She just intended on giving him a favor, which was pretty important coming from her.... But who was she? Why was her promise to give him a favor a big deal? She couldn't remember....

The man she was still attached to looked like he could probably take her across the US. Though, she wasn't entirely sure. Everyone here was for hire, for better or for worse... Why did she know that, either? She wasn't sure... But she needed him in order to get back home where her family was waiting for her.. Maybe he would bring her there. Looking up at him with large eyes, she hoped he would listen to her despite the slight slur to her voice. "Can I talk to you?" She inquired, hoping to god that he just played along with her.

[Drunken Immortal]

It's cold outside in the middle of the winter
and my brain's in the fridge
Point things in the better

`♥.¸¸.♦´´¯``♠ .¸¸.♣ ¤* Billy *¤ ♣.¸¸.♠´´¯``♦ .¸¸.♥´

Billy sighed as the bartender made an unwelcome advance on the girl and she latched onto his arm. This would cause problems, but with the part of town they were in at least the authorities wouldn't get called. With his free arm he reached out and grabbed the bartender before slamming his down onto the hard surface of the bar. "You try to touch her again, and I'll puncture your lung with your own rib. Are we clear?" He asked calmly, all eyes on him for a moment before they returned to their business. As Billy released the bartender he got up and pulled out his wallet, dropping enough money to pay for the girls shots and his drink.

"Can I talk to you?" The small girl asked with a slur.

"Sure kid. Lets talk." Billy said, his Australian accent in full blast as he walked towards the front door of the bar. It was time to leave this place before a brawl started. Things like that only needed a spark, and Billy might as well have set off a flare in there. It was only a matter of time before things started breaking and blood began flying. "Why don't you start with what a young girl like you is doing in a place like this at this time of night?"

I'm lucky if I even give in to the sin
And it's all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down

♧♧