¤ A World Without Logos ¤

[MissOutlaw]

~Prologue~





The world is full of lies, deception and chaos.


Sometimes we just fail to see what’s right in front of our eyes.


But most of the time we simply choose to turn away, like cowards.


We think we're safe, safe in our own little private world where nothing can go wrong.


Nothing can touch us, no one can hurt us.


The news broad casts murderers, rapist, psychopaths, serial killers, drug dealers, child molesters and the rest of the scum that pollutes the world.


And what do we do?


We just sit there and watch, unaffected and uncaring.


Sure a few people will get angry about it.


But do they really ever DO anything? No.


A crazy murder goes around killing innocent people and gets letters from fans in the mail.


Since when did we praise those who were wrong?


And then someone thinks they have the gall to say how messed up the world is.


When they at some point in time thought of doing these things or enjoyed the thought of these crimes.


People are nothing but hypocrites and will continue to do so until something changes.


You either be a part of the crime, stay in your little fantasy world...or change the tides themselves.


Blend in, fade out or stand out from the crowd.


These are your choices...


~ Location ~





New York City. The Big Apple, the City that Never Sleeps, Sin City. It goes by several names and is home to more than over 8,000,000 people. Among the population of these law abiding citizens are thugs, thieves, murderers and members of the Mafia. Organized crime has become the most dangerous and difficult type of crime to take down. Normally they control the lower parts of the City. For example the slums, downtown and some upper class areas. But as of late their territory has grown and the crime rate is at an all time high. Dirty cops, rigged accidents and corrupt judges are becoming a regular reoccurrence. The weak don’t survive and the noble are shot dead. It’s a slow and steady decline downwards to hell, with no hope of getting better.


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:Rules:


1. Do not GOD MODE! It’s pretty obvious no one likes a God Moder so please, don't be 'that guy'.


2. If your character is hit then they are hit, no dodge or evades, if it happens then it’s done. If you plan on fighting in the Rp I suggest you talk it over with the one you plan on fighting with so it goes smoothly and pans out correctly. Be fair to your Rp Partner, give them chances to fight back. No auto knock outs, not unless it’s part of a plan or idea.


3. Do not speak for or CONTROL other peoples characters. It’s not fair, fun or right so do not do it. If you want dailog or have an idea then speak with the Rper you are interacting with and come to an agreement together.


4. You are in no to in anyway shape or form to KILL or permanently damage another Rpers character. If you are granted consent to then that is acceptable. But you are in no way allowed to kill other characters. This also goes hand-in-hand with the NO GOD MODING rule.


5. Try to type more the 3 sentences if you can. This is more of a Para. Rp so do try to make the length of your post count.


6. Have fun! In the end this is the #1 reason why we are all here anyways. So just remember this is for fun, enjoy it!

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[CaterpilAli]

Name: Nathaniel Marx





Age: 21





Date of Birth: 20/5/1992





Nationality: Japanese/American





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Occupation(s): product developer





Relatives: Both parents deceased, no living relatives





Backstory: his mother was murdered when he was fifteen, leaving him more than a little damaged. with the support of his father, he made it through. He survived the loss, developing into a normal teen, with a few minor altercations along the way. Everything was alright until his father's murder two years later, where an unknown man had murdered his father at work, shooting him point blank in the head. No mercy, no remorse. Nathaniel was thrown into the system, an orphan with no family to speak of and no desire to cooperate. Yet he did so, and was out of the system in a year anyway. He made something of himself, a name, but hadn't allowed himself to become too successful for his own good. He kept his head low and find a niche comefortable enough for himself where no one could bother him.


Personality: Charming and polite, Nathaniel has a real way with women, he has a love for beauty that none can surpasse, but also high standards relationship wise. He's friendly enough,m but he distances himself from most people. He's an observer and often only interacts when it benefits him. He is intelligent, charismatic and slightly mysterious. No one ever knows what he's really thinking.


Name: Zara Wonder





Age: 16





Date of Birth: 27/7/1997





Nationality: American





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Occupation(s): DJ





Relatives: Parents dead, a younger brother that lives with a foster family





Backstory: Zara lost her parents when she was twelve. She lived with a foster family for a bit, but they split her and her younger brother Chaz up and she refused to stay. She went looking for her little brother, but couldn't find him and ended up on the streets, an orphan, lost, alone, and scared. She managed to get a place to stay with one of her old friends, for a little while at least. She got a job working as a DJ in a club, using a fake idea, again supplied to her by her friend, and made some side cash. She wants to find her little brother more than anything else, to give them both the home they were deprived of for so long.


Personality: Zara is kind, loving and devoted. She has a slightly darker side to her though, caused by the death of her parents and the uprootal of their home and family. When she becomes attached to someone she finds it hard to let go. She can often be over sensitive and at other times she just doesnt care. She can often flip from one mood to the other in an instant, but she tries to keep it in check.





Name: Carmen





Age: 24





Date of Birth: 18/6/1988





Nationality: Latin American





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Occupation(s): Dancer/barmaid





Relatives: Mother: drug addict and retired hooker, father in jail for murder, older brother lives in Manhattan





Backstory: Carmen didn't have the childhood of her dreams. Her mother and father were both criminals in their own way, her mother always high on a fix, her father always stone drunk. He would come home from the pub, ready to rouse on her for her lack of.. well everything, but her brother would always be there to look after her, arguing with their father, turning his anger on his son rather than the helpless daughter who cringed at his feet, new bruises already forming on her body. The amount of times she was taken to hospital for broken bones and internal injuries. The night the hospital finally worked it out was also the night her father committed murder, killing the barman at his usual pub just because he refused to serve him any more alcohol. A few months later he was convicted with first degree murder with two added charges of child abuse. The family moved on. Her mother ended up in some hostel somewhere when they were evicted from their apartment and the two kids, now practically grown adults, learned to earn their way up the food chain. Her brother did so easily, brilliantly in her mind, with knowledge and contacts. She however, struggled. When her brother moved to Manhattan, he offered to take her with him, but for some reason she felt compelled to stay. She found a job working at a bar as a barmaid, and on rare nights, as part of the entertainment. Being a beautiful young woman, it wasn't hard to get her job, or to keep it. Unfortunately the wages weren't great, and her various other jobs attracted the attention of Leonardo Debralski, one of the Mafia. At first she was flattered by his attention, but thought that it was a simple thing, a couple of drinks, maybe a night together, but she was free to do what she wanted. That was until he caught her flirting with one of the locals at the bar where she works. When she got home that night he was waiting, and he was mad. She was covered in bruises for a week after that. And then it became sport for him. He beat her whenever he felt like it, constantly reminding her that all he had to do was say the word and everything she knew would crumble. They knew all about her family, her past, and her brother. He threatened that if she went to the police he'd kill her brother. She had to stay, had to keep quiet. Her fear for him grew, and in a strange sense, she grew to love him like a caged animal might love their captor. He held her captive in so many ways, and she couldn't think of a way to possibly break free.


Personality: Carmen is friendly, gentle and timid, due to the effect that Leonardo has on her, the way he treats her. If given half a chance, she feels she COULD stand up to him, but she knows that the moment she did, the rest of his gang would be after her in an instant. She is frightened by men, because of Leon's and her father's influence. She trusts little now and she is highly suspicious of people at first, but once you win her over, she is loyal. She likes to help when she can.





Name: Leonardo Debralski





Age: 28





Date of Birth: 24/10/1984





Nationality: Russian American





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Occupation(s): Mafia





Relatives: Three brothers and a father all in the mafia, mother deceased and younger sister in college





Backstory: Mafia has been in his family's line for generations, the tradition being forced upon him when he was old enough to learn to use a gun. He adapted easily, loving the look of pride he saw on his father's face. He wanted to make his father proud. Being surrounded by death he grew up to be bitter and jealous, greedy and a bastard. When he took interest in Carmen, it was simply for the sexual desires, and then he caught her flirting with that worthless prick at the bar, and something inside him snapped. He went to see her that night, tshe angered him, so he raised his hand to her. The rush of power that surged through him was great. Seeing her lying on the carpet made him feel powerful too. He had a taste for blood, a new kind, one that she had given him. And he loved it. He wouldn't let her even consider leaving him now.


Personality: Cold hearted, bitter, protective, greedy and more than a little jealous. No one can have what he has claimed. Be it a girl, a gun or a territory.





NAME: UKNOWN


ALIAS: THE HARLEQUIN





AGE: UNKNOW





D.O.B: UNKNOWN





NATIONALITY: UNKNOWN





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OCCUPATION: SERIAL KILLER





MO: VICTIMS ALWAYS LEFT AS IF IN A SCENE OR AN ARTWORK, NO EVIDENCE LEFT AT THE SCENES, A MASQUERADE MASK ALWAYS LEFT AT EVERY SCENE - (CALLING CARD) VICTIMS SHOW EVIDENCE OF TORTURE, SEDATION. FEMALE VICTIMS SHOW EVIDENCE OF SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. NO DNA SAMPLES RECOVERED. BODIES CLEANED METICULOUSLY, ALL 'ENHANCEMENTS' APPEAR TO BE PRE-MORTEM. ALL SUSPECTS CHECKED OUT





HISTORY: FIRST APPEARED 2006, VICTIM JAPANESE FEMALE AGED 37, YUCHI MILLER, SPOUSE: RAY MILLER, CHILD: KISUKE MILLER, REPORTED DECEASED. TWENTY SEVEN REPORTED DEATHS SINCE, NO CONNECTIONS, NO SUSPECTS. VANISHED IN 2008, NO LIKE CRIMES SINCE


PROFILE: METHODICAL, PATIENT, MEDICAL SKILLS EVIDENT, MONEY, ARROGANT, TAKES PRIDE IN HIS WORK, PSYCHOTIC, POSSIBLE INCIDENTS AS A CHILD CAUSED TRAUMA. MOTIVE IS UNCLEAR. NO PATTERN WITH THE VICTIMS, NO WAY TO LINK THEM. POSSIBLE OCD TENDENCIES, PARTICULARLY LOOKING AT THE WAY HIS VICTIMS ARE LEFT. BELIEVES HIS WORK IS ALL THERE IS.

 

[BloodRedRoses]

Name: Alaya-Rose Hoppkins




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Age: 21




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Date of Birth: 1/4.1992




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Relatives: Rai




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Back story: Her family are the more tactical in the Mafia, most of the women don't know they are even in it, just like Alaya-Rose doesn't. Her Families symbol is a blue rose, but they are clever, they make the pattern of them look like a blue hawk, to confuse anyone who tries to identify them. Alaya wears blue roses especially on her dresses. Her father and brothers are quite mysterious about their work and Alaya never tries to find it out, she used to but that never ended well so she left it alone. Sometimes Alaya hears screams around the little family village they live in (Like a whole block of apartments all for the family) but never finds anything wrong.


Personality: Is they typical spoilt brat, she grew up with money, not ever questioning where it came from and never knowing it was Illegal. She thinks herself higher than most people and boasts about her money quite a lot, spending it on things she doesn't really need nor want. She doesn't even know her family are in the Mafia, her father and brothers just tell her its the family business, She is completely fooled.





Name: Rai Hoppkins





Age: 25





Date of Birth: 2/6/1988





Nationality: American





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Occupation(s): In the mafia, does what his father sets him to do.





Relatives: Alaya





Backstory: When he was eight his father gave him a hand gun, and started to teach him how to use it, he caught on quickly, by the age of 16 he was doing small jobs for his family, tracking, break ins not much. But now he is the most discreet member of his family and usually is the spy.


Personality: sneaky, rude, sly and very arrogant you can barley hear him as he walks around and is very possessive, his whole personality changes in front of his sister, apart from being arrogant .

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[Ember Bare]

Name:Ink Kindle





Age:18





Date of Birth:10/31/1994





Nationality:American/japanese





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Occupation(s): Thief





Relatives: He has no idea





Backstory: He always lived in the shadow,his parents kept him away from everything. He was kept in the house and had never seen the outside except for what he saw on tv,which his parents always showed him the good sides of life. But he had grown tired of it and when he was nine he finally got out,now wishing he hadn't after getting lost and had no way of getting back. That was when he bumped into Sling,he was very nice to Ink and helped him out when he needed it the most. Ink had stayed with Sling after that and thought as if he owed him for helping him out,and he was going to make sure he did. With the good things he learned from his parents he was more smart in math and science then stealing and killing,so he did have some trouble in the real world. But Sling taught him everything he needed,and he got the hang of things. Though he never talked much through it all,the only one he seemed to speak to was Sling.


Personality:He's pretty shy around people,and loves to have fun and find things that are new.


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Name:Sling Rogue





Age:21





Date of Birth:1/20/1991





Nationality:German/American





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Occupation(s):Thief/doctor





Relatives:His parents have been dead,but he was cared for by his uncle.





Backstory: His parents died when he was three years old,he doesn't remember anything about them. He just remembers his uncle being there with him,and he hated his uncle. Sling saw him as a rotten greedy old man and wished he was the one that died,but he did nothing against his uncle. He ran off after his uncle went to far when he was ten and stay as far away from him as he could,it wasn't a problem since he new how to live on his own and how to survive in this world. He then met Ink and decided to take care of him since he looked so helpless,though there was a small age difference their experience was completely different and Sling noticed that right away. After a couple years with Ink around,Sling had started thinking of creating a little gang out of the lost. He kept the idea to himself since he wasn't sure about it yet,but still put it into action.


He became a hidden doctor that helps the sick and hurt,and the only way to find him was to be in one of those conditions. The rumor of him spread around fast and he is wanted by a lot of people to work for them,they had gone as far to hurt there own men and wait for him to come.He found Black not to long after having the Idea of creating a gang and becoming the doctor,Black didn't seem as clueless as Ink was before so he wasn't as hard. Though Black and Ink never seemed to get along,Sling thought it was nice to have someone around. The two help him with his work and they so far have done great,no problems yet.


Personality:Childish most of the time though not when it comes to things he must take seriously,and when it comes to the ones he cares about he'd do anything.


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Name:Black Gunst





Age:18





Date of Birth:11/13/1994





Nationality:American





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Occupation(s):Thief





Relatives:None alive





Backstory: He doesn't remember much from when he was little,but he does remember being on his own since he was 12. He figured if he kept playing his cards right in life he'd be fine,but he learned not everything is fair in these games. He messed with the wrong people and got beat badly when he was 15,which was when he met the well known doctor he had heard about. He just came out of no where and that was all he remembered before he passed out,the next thing he knew he was in some strange house. He met the doctor and had a feeling he had been the first to actually see who he was,that is until he met Ink. He ended up staying with them though something about Ink annoyed him,though he couldn't pin point it.


Personality:He's pretty mellow and tends to get mad when he's ordered around,he's a nice guy though when you get to know him.

 

[MissOutlaw]

Name: Beno Thomas





Age: 32





Date of Birth: 12/17/1981





Nationality: Italian, German and Native American





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Occupation(s): Ex-NYPD, Ex-Private Investigator, Vigilantly and part time Mechanic





Relatives: His father died during duty as an NYPD and lost his mother at a young age. He doesn’t speak to any of his family members still currently alive. His wife, daughter and son were all murdered in a breaking and entering robbery.





Backstory: At a very young age Beno had lost his mother. They said it was a hit and run car accident that never was solved. The people who caused the accident got away and were not given any punishment. Beno and his Father grew very close out of his mothers’ death, leaning on each other for emotional support. As he grew up his father taught him how to shoot a gun, how to survive on his own and how to read others intentions. He had learned a great deal from his father, perhaps more than one ever would in a few short years. Beno idealized his father and wanted to grow up to be a cop of the NYPD just like him. When Beno was 20 years old his father was shot during active duty. A gang war broke out in the slums and the NYPD was sent to neutralize the situation. His father was rushed to the hospital only to succumb to his injuries and pass away that night. Later his killer was brought in court and stood before a judge. All the evidence was against him and it was a sure thing he’d go away for a long time. However in the end the verdict came to him being Not Guilty and he walked without any criminal charges. How could that be? How in the world was something like killing an officer not a serious matter? Beno was furious and powerless due to the systems failure.


Two years later Beno went to the academy and graduated with flying colors. If the system failed, he would not. Benos record was the highest for most convicted criminals and lowest rate of suspects getting away. It was personal. For everyone he put away he felt that much better about his fathers’ death. By honoring him and being an honest police officer he felt that his hard work made up for his death. For the next 5 years Beno followed through his duty with honor, pride and truth. During his time as a police officer he had met a woman named Maria. The two of them grew very close within a year and decided to get married. When the birth of his daughter Lucy came he and Maria bought a home near his job. It was perfect and he couldn’t be happier. Then two years later his son was born, Darren. Beno had everything he needed. A steady job, a loving wife and a beautiful family. Everything was picture perfect. Until the day that he found powerful evidence proving that some of his fellow officers were corrupt by the Mafia.


His Captain was one of those who were corrupt and the proof he had could not be forwarded to him because of it. He soon started to realize he had allowed his guard to go down and failed to see all the signs in front of him. Beno had no choice but to leave the task force and become a private investigator. It was the only way he could continue to gather his evidence and lay low for the next few years. If the Mafia found out what he knew then not only he’d be a target, but his family as well. That fact made Beno have trust in only one man, Logan Murphy. He and Logan had grown close, working on assignments that were of high importance. If anyone knew how to pin this evidence on the corrupt police officers it was him. Beno and he worked on the information together, gathering all that they could to bringing justice to those who deserved it. Little did Beno know that Logan was simply helping to fool him. Logan called Beno out one time to a meeting site they visited often. For awhile Beno waited for Logan but he never showed. His phone calls weren’t received and Beno had grown worried. What if something happened to him? What if someone caught onto them? What if…? The thought raced through his mind as he rushed back home, fearing for his family’s life. But it was all too little too late. A robbery they said, a few thugs broke in, took nothing but a few things and murdered his entire family. The story he knew was a lie and now all eyes were on him as the next target. Beno disappeared and fled to the only place he knew the Mafia wouldn’t look the slums. Now he’s plotting his revenge, taking out any criminals that cross his path and finding the ones responsible for his families’ death.


Personality: Beno is cold and guarded. He keeps people far out of reach and has more enemies then friends. A loner he is anit-social, keeping to only himself and focusing on his ultimate goal. Beno maybe a harden man but he does has sympathy for the weak and sometimes feels he cares too much for them. His rough attitude keeps most people at bay, but those who can read through his front find that he’s a man of justice, honor, truth and loyalty. He wants to set things right and punish those who are guilty.


Name: Valdez Spider (Alias name: La Tarántula en el Fuego - The Tarantula on Fire)





Age: 30





Date of Birth: 05/05/1983





Nationality: Spanish





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Occupation(s): Leader of the Arachne gang, International Criminal, War Lord, Drug Lord, Serial Killer, Psychopath, Father and Million Air.





Relatives: His family relatives have all passed away but his daughter Nena, 8 years old. The rest either died of natural causes or starvation.





Backstory: Back in his country his mother and father ran a Bakery that had been in the family for generations. The villagers bought from them and they made enough to get by. It was hard times back then and Valdezs family soon felt the pressure. Taxes were raised to unmanageable prices and soon they were struggling to make the bills. Spider was the second youngest of 5 siblings and as his parents business suffered so did they. One at a time slowly Valdez watched each one of his beloved siblings pass on due to starvation. When his younger sister died a part of Valdez innocence’s left him. Why did all his family have to die? Why couldn’t it be someone else’s? Why did they all die in the worse, slowest way possible? And why for some ungodly reason did he have to sit there and watch it all? After his father past it was just a matter of time that Valdez would be the next to go. His mother, determined to save at least one of her children fled the country and go to America. But when got to the boat that was taking them she found out that they had only enough money for one ticket. As a mother in her position she did the only logical thing she could do...beg the Captain to take her child to America and leave her there. Valdez screamed, kicked and cried as the crewmen took him from his mother. The last of his family...gone. Without his mother he was alone and within him the last shred of his innocence faded away, leaving a hole that only anger and hate filled. Valdez never saw his mother again and he never forgot the horrid memories of his childhood past.


When Valdez arrived to America he was admitted into an orphanage where he stayed the rest of his young years before getting old enough to be legally on his own. He was given a job and the state paid for his apartment for the time being until he could get on his feet. The neighborhood was terrible and run down. Low life and petty criminals infested the area in which he lived in. For months he avoided those they called dangerous. He would stay inside his apartment and only come out when he needed food, had to check the mail or go to work. Valdez kept to himself finding no reason to socialize or make friends. Then one day his apartment was broken into. He came home early from his shift; his manager not needed as many people working that night. When he came home the door had been busted open and the living room was trashed. It was when he heard someone is his bed room that he shut the door behind him...and locked it shut. Whoever this was he wasn’t about to let them get away with what they had done. Bottled up rage boiled inside of him as he went to his bedroom. There he saw the man who was eagerly digging through his personal belongings. Valdez didn’t shout, he didn’t alert the man he wasn’t alone; he simply watched them committing their crime. Looking for the first weapon he could grab Valdez found a ball point pen on his dresser. He took it up and examined the end of it to make sure it still had a point. Then he came up from behind the thief he stabbed him in the throat, plunging the pen into his neck. Valdez lost control at the first sight of blood. Viciously and repeatedly he stabbed the man in his throat over and over again. When Valdez finally regained some self control he backed off and listened to the panicked gurgling sound his burglar made. As body shook and flailed about Valdez couldn’t help but feel some small since of satisfaction stir in him. Eventually his body had stopped all together, letting the hiss of his last breath leave his body.


From that point on Valdez had a taste for blood and often satisfied his need. But after some time he found it brought nothing other the satisfaction. He was still working at the same dead end sh*t job and he was going nowhere with his life. Sure killing people had its perks but in the end he was just another dead beat looser trying to make a living. This was an error Valdez sought to correct in the only way he knew he could. If the criminals found ways to get by then he’d follow suit and join a gang. But when he tried to confront members of his neighborhood gang he was rejected. They tried to humiliate him but he returned words of conflict which in turn broke out into a fight. Valdez however didn’t come unarmed and when one of them went to pin him to a wall he stabbed them in the left eyes socket, instantly killing them. He pounded his knife into the mans head a few more times before shoving the dead body from him and sending it onto one of their friends. The fight ended with 3 of the men dying and 2 of them getting away. Word quickly got out about the men he killed. The members of that gang were searching for him as a rival gang was interested in bringing him in. Under his new families protection he did the dirty deeds that no one else would do for them. To show his undying loyalty to his group and its leaders. This however was not the end of Valdezs plan and when he decided to execute it all hell broke loose. Riots filled the streets, gang wars breaking out and total chaos concealed the true motive for his plan. He worked for months calculating and preparing for a distraction such as this. While everyone was fighting leaders fell, high members died during the gun fights and the cowards fled into hiding. It was the perfect moment to find the last of the leaders and wipe them from the face of the earth. The last one he killed was his own boss, the one who made the decision to bring him in, in the first place. His final words to his former employer still whisper in his ears every now and again. “Sorry Boss, we’ve decided that it was in our best interest to go in a different direction. It is sad to know you won’t be coming with us but I will leave you with the reassurance that everything will be A ok even after your dead and gone big man! So you can just sit back and relax, it will only take me but a moment of your time to end your life. Ok?”


In the end Valdezs plan worked and all the gangs that were once rivals became one massive unit itself. Thus came the birth of the Arachne, his greatest success and the beginning of his notorious career. Valdez is one of the most powerful and feared criminal organization leader known. He has territories not only in New York City but in Colombia, Hong Kong China, Mexico and Amsterdam Netherland. With every territory having rival compotators Valdez rarely finds himself bored. Except for Amsterdam, all who apposed quickly submitted to Valdez and his group. The rumor of the Mafia in New York claiming his territory gathered Valdezs full attention however. Now he plans on returning to his long lost City to regain his territory and teach the Mafia a lesson in respect.


Personality: Simply put, Valdez is downright insane. He’s also violent, unpredictable, prideful and extremely dangerous. The way he tortures his victims is in both ways unique and cruel. Not only does he physically torture them but also emotionally and mentally. He does this by keeping them alive for as long as he can or bringing them back to life as many times as their body will allow. He goes as far as to even creating a bond with his victim. Just so that he can easily manipulate them into thinking they can trust him. Only to find out that he will torture them over and over again. On rare occasions he actually sets is victims free as a small act of mercy. This however helps proves his brutal operations and spreads fear through his territory. There is only one weakness he posses and that is his daughter of 8 years, Nena. Nena is the only person he cares for other then himself. If away dared to threaten her they’d wish they were dead. His love for his daughter is genuine and the fact that she’s following in his blooded footsteps makes him proud as a Father.

 

[CaterpilAli]

Name: Nena Spider





Age: 8





Date of Birth: 7/3/2005





Nationality: Spanish





Appearance: View attachment 9953





Occupation(s): Psychopath in training





Relatives: Valdez Spider





Backstory: Nena was born into a world of violance, drugs, blood and war. Her mother died giving birth do her but her father did more then fill that empty space her mother would have filled. When she first saw someone die she was scared. But her father explained it to her in simpler terms, making it sound like a game. The more he made it appear to be fun the more Nena became used to it. Soon whenever her father tortured or 'played' with someone Nena wanted to be there to watch. Seeing what clever trick her father had next. He always found a way to keep her intertained and that ensured Nena never getting bored. Her father is the most important person in her life and their bond is unbreakable. The love they have for each other is genuine and true. When Nena wanted to try her had at 'play time' her father was more then happy to teach her how its done. Soon she became independent and started to do things on her own. Though her skill is not as sharp as her fathers she is still just as ruthless. She started collecting her 'friends'. Her father taking the bodies when she was finished 'dressing them up' and getting them stuffed. Her 'dollies' are all the people she has either killed herself or has had a hand in their death. She hopes to be just like her father one day and take over the organization. But for now she'll enjoy the sweeter things in life and follow the bloody trail her father left behind.


Personality: Due to her father's influence, Nena grew up not understanding what was frowned upon and what was permitted. Her love for playing 'doctor' and other similar games stems from his influence. She loves her father dearly, and isn't scared by much. She has a creepy demeanour, again, from Spider's influence, and she doesn't think that there is ANYTHING wrong with what she does. She revells in the pain of others and is ruthless in her deliverence of it. She lives for Valdez's praise and pride, she loves the smile that he gets when he looks at her.

 

[MissOutlaw]

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[CaterpilAli]

How long had it been? Five years? More? He could still smell the sweet scent of her perfume. The last lingering scents that coated the pillows even while the crimson blossom bloomed over the white linen. He could still hear the cries of distress as he brought the lamp down over their skulls. it hadn't been his finest work, but he was an amateur back then. How much he had developed since then, He thought with some pride, examining the crime scene photos. Ahh, how beautiful his victims were now. No more messy kills. No, his work was so much better now, so much more refined. Still, she was his first. He would love her for that. Forever. She had provided him a valuable lesson. One that he would never forget and had taken everything he possibly could away from that valuable lesson. He had learned to be gentle and delicate, take his time, don't rush. It had been such a valuable lesson. He moved to his old turntable, selecting a record and putting the needle into the thread of the vinyl, smiling as Maria Callas's sweet soprano sang out in his workspace. Her voice set his nerves at ease and he felt instantly relieved. Lack of activity had been eating at him for a while now. It was good to be able to relax again. Soon now, he thought to himself. So very soon.


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'You gonna stand there all day or are you actually gonna do something with that crate?' Leonardo demanded to know of one of the lower guys, puffing on his cigar as he did so. He hated having to play cargo supervisor. It was a demeaning task, one for someone with less standing than him. Yet he still had to do it, all because the grunts couldn't be trusted to handle the goods carefully, nor could they be trusted to KEEP the goods in the crates. When the grunt looked at him in confusion he sighed. 'In the truck you moron.' He snapped in frustration. The sooner they got it over with, the better. He had some business to take care of. He thought of Carmen, the beautiful young barmaid that had caught his eye recently. She had a certain,, allure about her, something that drew him in. Maybe it was the shy smile she always gave when he spoke to her, or ordered a drink. He wasn't quite sure. But she was certainly something else. 'Hurry it up, we don't have all f*ckin' night. Some of us want to go home sometime tonight.' He shouted at the workers as they piled the crates onto the trucks one by one. God he wished they'd just finish it already. He was sick of waiting. Snow had begun to fall a few hours before and now his black trench coat was dusted with a healthy frosting of the stuff. It was so thick that when he shifted position to stop his feet going numb thick chunks of ice slid off his shoulders and burst on the concreted dock. He shivered slightly. 'Get a move on! I'm not going to stand here and freeze to death because you lot are slow.' He scowled as they piled the last of the crates on the truck and folded up the ramp, securing the tarpauling over the precious cargo. Leonardo walked around to the passenger door and climbed in. 'You know where to go.' He told the driver, a brawny man with a thick greying beard and a squashed cap on his head. The man nodded and started the engine, driving into the night, heading for headquarters.


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Carmen finished serving the last drinks for the evening and headed into the back room, stripping off the ridiculous uniform she was forced to wear and getting into her own clothes again. it was near midnight, she was tired and exausted, her body aching from hours on her feet. It was WAY past her shift. They could go to hell if they thought she was staying any longer. She wasn't likely to stay awake much longer. She still had to walk through the snow back to her apartment yet, and she wasn't sure she'd quite make it without collapsing in the snow. 'See you tomorrow night Ralph.' She called to the bartender as he wiped down the bar with a wet cloth, wiping away sticky liquor from its polished surface. As far as bars went, this wasn't the worst she'd worked in. It had class, in a rustic, slightly perverted sense. Most of the men knew not to touch the girls, or risk losing the drinking priviledges. Ralph was protective of his girls. Most of them had been with him since they were old enough to work in the bar. a couple of the other waitresses and dancers had been practically raised by the kindly, older man. Some might think it perverted that he ran such an establishment, but She knew better. Ralph looked after them, he never touched them, never looked the wrong way. And he was happily married to Ella, who was the one that helped the girls with their dances, costumes and even their uniforms. They acted like foster parents, which was something Carmen had found strangely comforting, given her own history.


Ralph looked up and smiled at Carmen. 'Sure thing sweetheart. Take care walking home. Crime rate's been through the roof lately.' He warned and she smiled, blowing him a kiss. 'I will. You take care too. I expect to see you as chipper and handsome tomorrow.' She winked as he laughed a deep, belling rolling laugh that followed her out into the chill night air.


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It was snowing again. Nathaniel sighed, looking out of his window with an annoyed glance. So much white. Like the icing on a cake. Why did people love it so much? It was cold, wet and got everywhere. Just like sand, he thought with irritation. He didn't really like things that went where they didn't belong. Like sand and snow. Both so damn depressing, he thought with bittnerness. He looked back at the blueprints for his latest project. It had to be perfect, but he couldn't concentrate in conditions such as these.


'Nathaniel? Why don't you come back to bed?' Her voice, it was sweet, comforting, inviting. Yes, he could go back to bed. He nodded, looking over to her slender and beautiful figure in the doorway. She was in the silk nightgown he'd bought her for her birthday and he had to admit, it suited her complexion beautifully.


'Coming, Eve.' He said, pushing back from his desk and walking to the doorway, wrapping an arm around her waist. 'Did I mention I love you?' He asked as he leaned in to kiss her neck. She laughed softly. 'You did, but you don't often.' He smiled at her, pulling her close as they walked into the bedroom. 'Well, I do love you. Just so we're very clear.'

 

[BloodRedRoses]

Rai sat in the darkened meeting room, looking at the information in the files his father had carelessly tossed to him, with his feet on the table. He flicked through the sheets, they had everything about this man in here, most f it was irrelevant he only needed to know where to do, who he was and how he was supposed to kill him. "He is Robert Everet, he used to surly our weapons, he turned on us." His father showed imaged of a balding man, with many missing teeth on the projector. "H's rich, filthy rich. His bank account number is in the file, get what you can without raising suspicion. " His father paced, briefing him. He took his legs of the table and rose of the chair, throwing the folder on the table and tucking one paper into his jacket pocket. "Yes, yes i know, don't get caught." he rolled his eyes, perhaps it was a bit cocky but he never got caught. ever. "Where will he be?" he asked his father who replied "outside the hotel, the last on was at." he said and he nodded remembering the place. He caught the gun his father tossed him and took out the earplugs, putting them in as he sauntered out of the room, and into his own to plan. He blasted All time low from his speakers as he texted contacts, getting a car and an alibi. He smirked as he got a text saying everything would be ready in an hour. Perfect.


(Sorry that's short)


Alaya was in the bar in the local club as usual for an afternoon like this, her brother and father working and the rest of her family busy. She lounged on a bar stool lazily a drink in hand, she observed the club to see if she wanted to dance but decided to wait until it got busier, it would be more fun. She waved her hand and put her glass on the table and the bar tender rushed over, leaving a pair of girls who were halfway through ordering completely mad and refilled her drink. A lot of the bars money came from her and her guests and without it the man would be a lot more broke than he already was. Afterwards he rushed back to the girls, who glared at Alaya. She flashed them a smile before sculling her drink and walking over to a cute guy sitting in the bar with his friends and sat on his lap, he immediately pulled her closer and his friends looked jealous, Alaya loved conflict, she sat and flirted with the guy, while his friends watched.

 

[Ember Bare]

"I told you to watch out,it's not that easy to set up..."Sling stood in the middle of an alley with his arms crossed over his chest,looking up he looked a bit irritated as he watched Ink and Black standing the roofs above.Well Ink now dangling from ropes upside-down,they were setting a couple things up that weren't in the area and Ink had slipped it seemed and almost gave Sling a heart attack. Thank God they had at least a dozen ropes hanging across the ally that were strong enough to catch him,and Black was trying to pull him back up though seemed to be doing a poor effort of it. Sling just hoped they hurried this up,they couldn't stay too much longer.


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"Shut it you!"Black yelled down at the irritated face below,he worried about what was going to come after saying that but he just shrugged it off. He was trying to pull Ink up but he couldn't,it was as if he was caught on something below. He tried to see what but couldn't tell since it was dark,so he just yanked as hard as he could to see if he could simply break what was holding Ink down. Once he did,whatever that was holding Ink down suddenly let go and Black fell back on his butt. He made sure to hold on to the rope so Ink wouldn't fall,"Such a pain..."Black sighed as he kept his feet on the parapet of the roof and pressed against it as he began pulling Ink back up to the roof.


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Ink was hanging from a rope twisted around his ankle and leg,he was laying across a couple ropes before Black started pulling him back up without any warning and made him slam up against the wall of the ally. So Ink though as a way to get back at Black he'd grab a hole in the wall and held on as Black tried to keep pulling,when he felt Black pull hard he quickly let go and shot up a ways before stopping again. He looked up to see what happened but didn't see Black anymore,he began moving up again and figured everything was fine. When he made it to the roof he climbed back up and smiled at Black sitting there and before getting hit in the head he jumped over to the other roof,then waved back at Black with the grin still on his face after he got his balance back.

 

[MissOutlaw]

It’s was time. The still night air whispered chilling secrets and brought a cold storm over the city. Small flicks of soft snow fell from the sky, dancing in light spins on their decent down to the ground below. The silence of this wintery night would only be short lived. A man dressed in dark clothing covered with a heavy leather jacket dashed through the cities short cuts and long alleys. His belt, thighs, jacket inside and hands were armed to the teeth with guns, ammo and other weapons. But with the shadows of night hiding him almost completely those he ran past were oblivious. Even if they had known they'd be foolish to stick around. What he was planning to do, what he was running to was not only going to be dangerous but cause several counts of death. And this he was planning on. At the moment he reached the streets leading to the docks he stopped, sliding up to the wall and waiting patiently. When the roar of a cargo trunk barreled near he sucked in a long and deep breath. This was it, the calm before his storm. And as it crossed his path he stepped from the shadows and started his assault. The loud crashes from the bullets exiting the chamber rattled off as if they were semi-automatics. His fingers thumping back onto the trigger as fast as his body would allow. The rush of adrenaline hit him and he charged for the shadows, rushing to the next alley. As the cargo truck halted he appeared again, this time way ahead of them, his arms cradling a heavy shotgun this time. The pump action slugger blasted rounds into the engine of the truck, threatening to set the whole thing a blaze. When his foes finally got a lock on him and retaliated, with heavy force. Rolling to duck away he again once more faded into darkness. Without him giving away his position his enemies were now confused and panicked. Random shots in the dark were popped off in a ridiculous display of intimidation. A few bullets did get close, one just barely missing the side of his head. But still he stayed still, as if he was part of the stone that was the building behind him. His breath came out in a mist of hot air as his hand reached for his belt. There a comforting oval shaped object called for him attention, beckoning him for it to be used. He was more than happy to oblige its request and when he yanked the pin from its place he threw it, letting its wrath ignite. A few of the men saw the object and scattered, other were not so blessed. After the time reached zero it erupted in an explosion of gun powder and scrap metal, going in every direction. The truck joined the fray and displayed bright fiery colors of its own, engulfing it in chemical flames. When the remaining few tried to rush for the cargo Beno came at them with a force so ruthless that it made them retreat to cover. This was his resolve, his mission, his way of life now. Until he avenged them, until he killed every last one of them, until he was dead he'd never stop. And when he stopped firing the trucks goods screeched, jewelry reaching high degrees of heat, melting away to nothing but hot heaps of junk. His eyes only glared over at those who still remained before firing again, making sure he kept them down. Once he was satisfied he ran, shooting back as to cover him from behind. It was a small success that would lead to bigger more rewarding missions. As he ran through the cover of the night he could only image what the looks on their faces were.





A creaky door pushed open slowly as a light hung above a very bruised and beaten man. He was tied to a wooden chair that had a gimp leg on the left side. Trying to keep balance he put more of his weight on one side as heavy boot steps came towards him for the dark. A tan colored man stood before him. His attire was nothing exotic like his accent and the dark black of his hair was cut in a thick Mohawk that stood out on him other then the long scar trailing his skull. Looking at the man he tilted his head and questioned, "Did I get you the boge chair my friend? I thought he had thrown it out with the last garbage that sat in it." His body swayed slightly before he crouched down like a child, crossing arms over his knees lightly rocking on his heels. "So...what do you think of my ship? Very big, very equipped. Don't you think so?”, he asked as the man stared up at him with a gaze of fear. This man, dressed in red was lethal as a nuclear bomb. Just as unpredictable as a wild animal his body language was nothing his captive to go off of, learning the hard way that his man was not readable. When the man nodded in a scared manner his kidnapper smiled in delight with a wide smile, "I’m glad you think so. It took me quite a bit of money to afford this. Bet you didn't know that." Standing up he held his hands behind his back, circling his defenseless victim carelessly. With his hand raised up pointing in front of himself he continued on chattering, "You see people like you...don't want to earn anything. No you simply think the world is yours and you can take things from people who've worked hard to get where they are. ....I don't like lazy people. Lay around...do nothing and get fat. Like you my friend. And I’m going to teach you why being fat is a bad thing ok? So let me get something out for me to show you so you get a better idea on what I’m talking about." He whipped around directly in front of his captive, nearly nose to nose before twirling away on his heel and vanishing in the shadows. Metallic sounds of things being thrown around and rummaged through. But when the exclaimed cry of an 'Ah ha!' came forth the man struggled, fearful of that horror was beyond what he could see. As his tormentor returned with his hands behind his back, he crept towards him with the most mischievous grin on his face. "I got someone special for you amigo. It’s very old, from very long time ago.”, when he swung his 'toy' of choice his victim started to struggle even more. The device was menacing and very disturbing. He was not sure what it could be possibly used for but he was for sure, knowing this mans behavior it wasn't good. With a small look of confusion he asked, "What? You don't like what I brought you. It’s a Spanish Spider...don't you like it? It wasn't easy to find you know? Took me years to find a man who had one and then kill him for it. I would have left him alive if he hadn't spoken ill of my mother but...oh well." He returned to crouching on the ground before saying in a very friendly tone, "Let me tell you how it works amigo..."

 

[CaterpilAli]

'What the hell was that?' The driver asked as gunshots fired and the windscreen was smashed. 'Someone's firing at us!' The driver then exclaimed, rolling out of the truck, hands over his head. Leonardo jumped out, gun ready and firing into the shadows where the assault was coming from. He counted the rounds. The rate they were going at could only be one man surely. Still, it was no time to pursue the man. He had to protect the goods. His other men had been in the back of the truck and now they climbed out, firing off. One by one they were hit and limped into the cover. 'GET UP YOU IDIOTS! PROTECT THE GOODS!' He shouted at them, firing rapidly and taking a shot in the shoulder. 'SHIT!' He heard a strange pinging noise and his eyes widened. 'GET BACK! GET BACK!' He shouted, diving out of the way just as the truck exploded, the force blowing half of the men away. Leonardo heard the faint sound of footsteps disappearing into the darkness just below the gunshots and he growled, looking at the roaring flames and the destroyed jewellery. 'The boss is not gonna like this one bit.' He said with a sigh and pulled out his phone to make the call.


~


Nena woke on the rocking ship, her delicate features scrunched up as she saw the light outside her cabin on the ship's deck. Strange screams could be heard through the walls and she made a grumbling noise, rubbing her eyes with small hands. Climbing out of bed, she slipped her feet into the slippers and slowly walked towards the screams. She stopped outside the doorway, pushing it open to reveal Spider with the strange device, torturing the poor man. 'Papa?' She said in such a way that it came out a question. She rubbed her eyes again while she adjusted to the brightness. 'Papa your friend's screaming is disturbin' my sleep.' She said in a slightly annoyed tone, looking past her father to glare at the fat man.

 

[BloodRedRoses]

((EDITED))


The dark, mysterious shadow's of the busy city seemed to be ignored as well as they mystery of what lurked within them. Everyone seemed to ignore it, they seemed to push it to the back of their minds, like a chore they didn't want to do. If you looked for them there were only smalls signs that people even noticed it. Parents clutching their child's hands tighter while walking quickly by. People taking the long way to avoid that one scary alley with the dog in it, little things that probably saved their lives. Rai was one of the dark men that hid in that dark Alley, the men that held that murderous glint in their eye, gun in hand, ready to kill. Of course he loved a little torture and scaring people always amused him but he knew where to stop. Going over board could get him and his family caught. He wouldn't dare ruin their perfect record of secrecy especially when he and his father took so much pride in it.


Tell those who need to be told, that was the simple trick. His mother and sister didn't need to know none of the women did. except the ones they claimed. They had normal lives, saw normal people. Until they caught someones eye. Anyone who carried the symbol of the blue rose, with carved diamond was off limits to all the mafia. It was how men claimed their wives. Some saw it as a curse, catching the eye of a devil and being sucked into a world with money, drugs and guns. Constant worry and fear. But that was not Rai's oppinion. No Rai saw it as being safe, being offered complete safety. Within the walls of the mafia hideouts, bearing the blue rose means you can not be harmed. with men and women guarding you you are safe. Safe from that which lurked within the shadows.





As Rai's sharp eye's followed his target he stepped out of the shadows and started walking casually in the crowd he took out his gun and aimed, through all the people and focused, just before he was due to step in the bullets path he fired, quickly hiding the gun and pretending to be part of the panic, he was used to these kind of missions and loved the secrecy of them. No one ran to the dead man and he approached him, pushing his way through the croud and searching his pockets and finding his wallet. He pocketed it and wandered off to the ATM machine down the road and got out a large sum of money, the largest it would allow. he then walked casually a couple of blocks down and got out even more. he kept doing this for a while until the credit card was completely out of cash. He pocketed the card and went home, he would get his sister to give him get another make over so he became un recognizable





(I'm not going to post as my chicky today)

 

[Ember Bare]

Sling sighed as he watched the two struggle to get down from the roof,they were coming down the same way and in the end Ink had knocked Black down. So Black fell down the rest of the way and landed in a dumpster,lucky for him it was full and broke his fall though Sling knew he'd have to give him a bath when they got back home."What is with you two..."He looked up back to the roofs before finishing."Looks good,we'll test it later."He crossed his arms looking down back at the two,Ink made it down and once he hit the ground Black tackled him and like little kids wrestled for who sat on top. Sling just watched as a smile crept across his face,"Alright,Alright enough you two."Sling said as he pulled them apart and away from each other,"Come on,lets get home."He chuckled as he started walking out of the alley,hoping the two would follow without a problem.


Ink followed Sling out with Black,each still messing with the other still like kids.Ink ran up past Sling followed my Black trying to catch him,he made it a ways before getting his shirt grabbed by Black and pulled back on his butt. Black continued running as Ink quickly staggered up on his feet as he ran after him,now it ended up as a race down the street to see who'd get home first. Course it wasn't a fair race since since tricks were involved,but it didn't bother them.And Sling just walked on figuring he'd catch up with them when he got home.

 

[MissOutlaw]

(Rp maybe moved to another site or shut down completely. Due to the lack of time I have to post I may not be able to manage all the rps I am currently in. Sorry for the bad news. =/ )