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 Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:29 pm
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Respect your fellow RP'ers.
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Use correct spelling as best you can. (I understand that some words are hard to spell, and it is ok to have mistakes, just check your post before you submit it.)
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NO TXT TALK! (No exceptions.)
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Post often. (If I see you haven't posted in a while. I will PM you and if you do not respond within three days I will remove your posts and character from the RP.)
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Do not spam one line responses. (No one enjoys writing a full detailed post and getting a single line in response to their two paragraphs.)
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All posts must have a minimum of three well structured sentences. (Also do not only post three sentence posts.)
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Do not play as though your character can't be touched. (You are in fact mortal!)
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If you feel that something that happens is unfair, PM me and we will try to work things out. (Don't complain all the time though. Things happen for a reason.)
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There are and will be no futuristic weapons, no powers, and no fantasy junk! (This is a Mafia RP not a Vampire RP.)
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Keep to Gaia TOS.
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Make sure you read the rules, because if you don't then you won't know that you need to submit your application with the title "My Loyalty is to You". (Just letting you know.)
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No OOC. (That's Out Of Character speak for those of you who don't know that)
I am sure more rules will come at a later date.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 5:30 pm
 [b]Username:
My Name is:
I am [color=red](___)[/color] years old
I am a: (Man/Woman)
My Story is: (Character's background. How and why are they where they are now)
My Profession is: (What is your character good at. EX: Working Numbers or Being muscle)
My Expertise is in: (What is your character good at? EX: Explosives, Pyro, Lock picking, intimidation, sharp shooting, etc.)
My Weapon of choice is: (A picture of the weapon you prefer to use. It does not have to be a gun)
My Little friend is: (A picture of the gun your character uses. It must be from the time period. Think 1920's to 1940's)
I Look Sharp: (A picture of your character. Prefer a detailed one.)
What do you care if my personality is: (What is your character like?)[/b]
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 6:26 pm
My Name is: Underboss- Vito Genovese Jr.
I am 24 years old
I am a: Man
My Story is: Vito's father moved here to America with him and their family a long time ago. Vito grew up in both Italy and New York. Each place home to him and home to his father's organization. His father gained the title Godfather to the other dons around New York and the east coast. Vito Jr. has dreamed of becoming like his father and only wishes to prove his worth to his father. His abilities are honed from his years of work and growing up in the family.
My Profession is: Organization and Recruitment...amongst other things.
My Expertise is in: Persuasion and Manipulation.
My Weapon of choice is: Tommy Gun
My Little friend is: Pistol
I Look Sharp: Vito Jr.
What do you care if my personality is: Vito is a family man and as such he cares about the family. He is kind and caring to most, but his business style is cold, calm, and collected. His eyes are always watching and he is always keeping tabs on everyone. He makes a point of keeping business and family separated. If anyone goes against him they soon find themselves with and offer than can not refuse.
Username: Abnegated_Soul
My Name is: Vicente Vastine
I am 23 years old
I am a: Man
My Story is: Vicente was born into the Mafia and was trained with the works rather early in life. He started out with his father teaching him how to oversee that things went down properly and how to spot a cop a mile away. He tried to quit the business once but he got stuck in with some worse people and returned begging for forgiveness. He get re-accepted but he was under constant surveillance and is trying to regain his place amongst the top dogs.
My Profession is: Muscle
My Expertise is in: Sharp shooting
My Weapon of choice is:
My Little friend is: Sniper
I Look Sharp: 
What do you care if my personality is: Vicente is very calm and collected, but once he blows his fuse then he won't stop ranting. He is rather quiet when on business but when he is with friends and off of work he constantly talks.Username: lost in hopes My Name is: Carry I am 19 years old I am a: Woman My Story is: Carry’s dad was in the Mafia for many years. He would teach Carry on how to fight, how to pick lock, and how to be an excellent marksmen. When Carry had turned 14, she was just as good as her dad. But, when she was 19, he father was caught and up in prison. Not long afterwards, the mafia came around and recruited her. My Profession is: Working with Numbers My Expertise is in: Picking Locks My Weapon of choice is: Semjaza KnivesMy Little friend is: Thompson submachine gun (AKA: Tommy Gun; in service from 1938-1971 I Look Sharp: Carry usually wears a black shirt, dark blue jeans and a long, dark red shawl tied around her waist. Her knives stay at her side, under the shawl. Where ever she goes, Carry wears a long black coat with a large hood that shadows most of her face when up. What do you care if my personality is: Carry is very serious about what she dose. When she’s away from ‘work’, she smiles and laughs and loves to have fun. Though she’s constantly observing the people around her, she lightens up a lot. Loves jokes and smiling. She’s secretly paranoid and is constantly arm, usually with her knives. Username:
My Name is: Marcello Lupizo
I am (eighteen) years old
I am a: Man
My Story is: Marcell lived in a humble town for the majority of his life. His mother had left when he was thirteen, just walked out, leaving him with his father. His father, distraught, kept pushing and pushing until Marcello snapped and stabbed him to death. Fearful, he fled Italy to avoid being charged-or caught-for what he had done. He was invited to pick up the 'family business' from a friend, and, having no other source of income, complied.
My Profession is: intimidation and persuasion.
My Expertise is in:house calls
My Weapon of choice is: switchblade or brass knuckles
My Little friend is: Colt Revolver
I Look Sharp: [x]
What do you care if my personality is: though it may not seem like it, Marcello has a mean streak. When he is sent on "house calls," he is vicious, and seems to show no concious at all. However, when he's not doing a job, Marcello is a very reserved, almost awkward kid.Username: Rentok
My Name is: Rocco Gotta
I am 21 years old
I am a: Man
My Story is: Rocco's father was a man of high esteem in the mafia. Until his death, that is. He was killed by a rival mafia for the destruction of one of their fronts. Rocco's mother took care of him, but he never forgave the men who killed his father. Then, on his 21st birthday he went and swore allegiance to the Mafia his father served in, in order to kill the men responsible for his death.
My Profession is: Heavy
My Expertise is in: Intimidation, Close Combat
My Weapon of choice is: Wooden Bat
My Little friend is: Snub Nose .38
I Look Sharp: [X]
What do you care if my personality is: Rocco is brash, arrogant, and aggressive. He'll rush in head-first and almost always takes the first shot. He is highly impatient, and has trouble with stealthier jobs. His motto is "Shoot first, then shoot some more."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 10:15 pm
 "I don't want to simply move to America...I want to be America!" These were the words spoken by Vito Genovese Sr. on the day he and his whole family moved from Italy to the United States. Not a tear in his eyes, but a smile on his face. The arrival was something to see. People scrambling all over to get their things and get to America. The place of dreams and hope and freedom. He stepped off the boat with his family and from that moment the rest is history. From rigging elections to taking down empires. The name Genovese is known in every big wig's company and every kingpin's empire. Recently there Vito Sr. has obtained the main supply of Tobacco to the east coast and along with the Tobacco he ships guns in the same crates. The man is a business genius and anyone who has opposed him has been silenced. But our story isn't about the man, it is about his empire...."The Family" as he calls it. The main face of The Family is Sr's son Vito Jr. Who is a spitting image of his father and a brilliant man as well. He values expansion and new endeavors in making money. There are many others in the family that act as the strong arm of Vito Jr. but from time to time he is know to go and do a job himself if it is truly personal. Of course his father frowns on this but he never tells him he can't do something now. He trust his son to know when enough is enough. Welcome to New York, welcome to The Family. ((You are all starting at either Sal's Bar, or The Family home.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:24 pm
Vicente walked into the family house slowly. He inhaled the sweet smell of freshly shined cherry wood. He set his suitcase down by the door and walked toward the front stair case. He had almost forgotten how large the place was after his three month infiltration assignment in Haiti. He was supposed to quit the assignment after two weeks of no success but he decided and became determined enough, so he didn't leave until the information was acquired. Usually Vicente didn't do those types of thing, but the boss ordered it so he did it. He was probably just trying to test out his skills after being inactive for so long. He slowly walked around the house simply enjoying the feeling of being home. He didn't see anyone around so he sat down in the nearest chair, got comfortable, and waited for someone to arrive.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 9:20 pm
Carry walked into the Family home with the only sound coming from her heavy boots that she always wore. They were her favorite after all. She had just gotten back from what she called, a 'silence mission'. It was done as well as always, clean, no evidence, just like her dad taught her.
And, as always, she stopped by the bar to celebrate the job well done. Though she was only 19, no one questioned her at Sal's. It wasn't like she went to get wasted. Just a drink or two to feel good. And sometimes, like tonight, a little tipsy.
She looked over and saw Vicente sitting in the chair. She stopped and looked at him carefully.
"Vicente? Is that you?" she asked.
She pulled her large black hood down and slowly walked over to him.
((Sorry. Just got back from Camping.))
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 12:51 pm
"Why yes. Hello there Carry." Vicente stated a little alarmed. He had heard someone enter but he didn't expect someone to walk up to him so openly. Most of the family hated him enough as is, but apparently some people were still okay with him. Vicente was out of the loop with the recent missions and all. "So I can smell a little bit of alcohol on your breath so I assume you just got back from Sal's, which also determines that you got done with an assignment." Vicente stated calmly. He stood up slowly and looked at Carry. She looked a lot different than he remembered. When he tried to dessert the family long ago she was only 16. "You really have matured. It's been quite a long time hasn't it?" Vicente stated.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:16 pm
Carry laughed lightly. "Yeah. A pretty easy mission. Done quick, and little celebration with a couple drinks to live with myself. The usual routine."She gave him a good look up and down. "It's been a very long while." She said, laughing. She stumbled back a little but caught herself. "People tend to changed over a long period of time. You look good though. I could recognize that face anywhere." She laughed lightly.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 4:28 pm
"Don't be so sure if you could recognize it everywhere. After a failed mission you might not be able to recognize me anymore." Vicente stated and then laughed. Vicente was being put into the dangerous missions involving Colombians and such. They were extremely dangerous. "You always did have the hardest time living with what you did." Vicente said. He walked over to the door quickly and picked up his bag. "That's probably good though. Means you at least have a heart. Me I guess I'm just a killer at heart." Vicente stated.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 6:34 pm
Carry laughed lightly, though she didn't think it was funny. "If I had a heart, I wouldn't be so good at 'silencing' others, now would I." She sighed and looked at the ground. "A killer, true enough, has no heart. But you kill for a reason. You protect the Family, as do I. A Killer is a killer. A Job is a Job. A job is what we do to protect this family." Carry explained. She looked up at him and smiled. Though it was hard not to smile with the room spinning.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 7:32 pm
Vito sat in the study with a green light shining out into the main hall of the home. His eyes fixed on a note place squarely in front of him on the desk. The lamp light flicked off as a chair could be heard scraping the wooden floor of the upstairs study. A few solid footsteps could be heard as Vito exited the study. His eyes were hidden by his fedora as he walked down the steps and took it off. It would fall on a coat rack as he rubbed the side of his head in deep contemplation. He had lost sleep these past few nights. With the cops cracking down on drug rings and prostitution...things with Vito were getting a little hot under the collar. His eyes were bloodshot and his face clear of emotion. A perfect business man. He came downstairs and looked at a maid before speaking a few words to her and sending her off to fetch him a drink. His father was currently out leaving him in charge of business on the home end. Vito passed Carry and Vicente with no word to either. If they needed to speak to him they would follow suit as he went outside to sit on the back porch. He would take seat in a large oak chair with a sigh as he thought to himself and occupied his mind with all the current issues.
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 7:38 pm
Marcello swung around on the bar stool, his feet hitting the ground with a light thud. He dusted off his pants, and gave a smile to the bar tender, followed with a whispered, "Put it on my tab," and the sound of his hand smacking the bar. With that, the boy turned, and was on his way.
As he moved swiftly down the street, he examined his outfit. It was a black dress shirt, the top two buttons undone (partially for comfort, partially because it looked good), a pair of black slacks, and black work boots that were only partially tied. A pinstripe fedora adorned his seemingly perfectly styled hair (though he never attempted to style it), and to finish it all off, a trench coat that fell just below his knees protected his upper body from the wind. It was actually quite a popular look for the time period, so nobody really suspected much.
Marcello gave a sigh, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from the pocket of his trench coat, pulling out a single stick out from the soft pack. He placed the cigarette between his lips, lighting it, and inhaling deeply. With an exhale, the boy moved to the right, avoiding a puddle that was on the ground, not wanting to get his shoes wet. He gave a wink and a nod to a few girls passing by, short, yellow dresses and frilly white socks adorning them.
He approached the house, his chocolate brown eyes darting around for a moment to the passersby. He then balled his hand into a fist, giving a subtle knock on the large door, waiting for an answer. With a final inhale, he tossed the cigarette on the ground, knowing that the woman of the house was often irritated if they were smoking inside, as it would "ruin the furniture with the smell, and make it unappealing to guests," or so he'd been told.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 7:13 am
"True Carry. Very true indeed." Vicente said as he saw Vito walk by, completely silent. Vicente just stood a little taller. He had to go and talk with Vito soon about the completion of his assignment even though it was a few weeks overdo. Vicente didn't want to bother him now though, he looked tired, and easily irritable. "Well Carry. I better go drop off my stuff and unpack. See you soon kid." Vicente said as he waved when he passed her, heading to his room. He walked up the beautifully polished staircase and walked over to the left corridor. Things just aren't the same anymore now that I'm not up near the top anymore. Vicente thought gloomily. He heard a knock at the door right as he was going into the left wing of the house, yet even though he wanted to get it he would let Carry or Vito get it.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 10:53 am
There Vito sat for a moment. His thoughts surrounding him as he tried to figure out each problem before him. Issues arising with other families and the cops. He knew the payroll and he was doing everything in his power aside from brute force to keep this mess under control. But just then a knock on the door brought Vito's attention away from though and to current matters. Vito was handed a class of dark liquid from a maid and as he stood with it she would skitter off. A sigh would escape his lips before he would take a drink from the glass. The fumes were strong and it brought a satisfied look to Vito's face, but still he did not smile. He would reenter the house and pass by Carry again, Vicente had left to go unpack and with any luck he would finally be done with his work and things could progress. Vito would look to Carry for only a moment before passing her and heading to the front door.
A lock would flip and then a second lock and a third. A large amount of latching was done before the door moved even an inch. Once all the locks were undone there was a moment of silence as Vito stood behind the door. It wasn't long though, as the door was pulled open and Vito now stood before Marcello.
"Marcello, it is good to see you. Come in, come in..."
Vito said stepping aside to let the man outside come in. It was easy to tell that Vito was tired, but he still looked as stoic as ever. Today was a day of business and that was all it would be.
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