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~STORY~


The year is 2015, the once peaceful metropolitan city of La-chance has erupted into a warzone, playing host to the fighting of two once peaceful gangs.

The Mezzo Morte, is the resident italian mafia. Long established within the citys government, they are known to have a hand in everything that goes on within the city. Both knowledgable and well supplied, up until recently they had been doing extremely well under the leadership of Jonathan Delucci, their 72 year old boss whom had been recently assassinated by an unknown agent. He has been replaced by his 20 year old grandson with mixed reactions from the other members of the family.

The Russian mob of Koltsov is still relatively new to the city only arriving two years ago. Despite the fact that they are still gaining a strong foothold in the city they have grown fast gaining power quickly becoming the second most well known gang in the city. They dominate the importation and smuggling business, capable of getting cars, weapons, and even people for the right price. They have risen to the successful point that they have by following their dutiful leader Demitri Dragunov. Recently however they have also run into trouble as Demitri's only son Sergei was murdered.

The Koltsov beliving that it was the Mezzo Morte who killed their leaders son declared war, the Morte had no choice but to accept the declaration also beliving that the Koltsov was responsible for the assassination of their former boss.

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~Rules~


0. This is a Literate RP, if you cant type out a single paragraph or two then I dont think you should be here.

1. No Godmoding, Powerplaying, Autohitting, Meta-gaming...or any other noobish acts for that matter. If I gotta warn ya more than a few times you are outta here

2. There are two people in charge of this RP so far; [Dre] and Myself. If One of us tells ya something, listen.

3. You are capable of creating side-stories and what-not, I actually encourage that. But the initial storyline is there for a reason, dont completely change the story.

4. Your character is not the greatest, and unless theres a damn good reason for it they are no better than any other character for that matter.

5. I cant state this one enough. EVERYONE IS HUMAN. There are no Neko/Demon/Vampire/Angel/Monkey characters, It becomes annoying to have to keep sayin that.

6. Dont go overboard with weapons, if ya wanna use a sword ya can, if ya wanna use a gun ya can, but be realistic with it. You arent deflecting walls of bullets with a sword nor are you able to shoot someone a mile away with a shotgun.

7. I dont really care how much you curse, just as long as it dosent become unreadable, or completely pointless. For those of you who dont like cursing theres a ******** word filter on gaia USE IT.

8. PM me your profiles. Title them "Ya Know" so I know that read the rules.

9. This is a long term RP dont disappear without warning or anything...if ya dont show up for 3 days then I'm giving ya the boot.

10. I reserve the right to add anything that I feel is needed to this list or even the story, so check back often.

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Pre-Made Profiles:

~If ya wanna use one of these, then PM it to me with the blanks filled in~
{Also you must Include a RP sample with your PM}

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Name: Demos Delucci
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Group: Mezzo Morte
Personality: (Filled in by player)
Appearance: ~Demos~
Background: The grandson of the former Mezzo Morte Don. He was thrust into the position of leader shortly after his grandfathers death. Being as young as he is most people of the gang distrust him as they are often times older than him. Currently he is also a student at La-chance Academy, the local college.
Preferred Weapon: Blades~ranging from throwing daggers to longswords~


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Username:
Name: Demitri Dragunov
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Group: Koltsov
Personality:
Appearance: ~Demitri~
Background: The young yet knowledgable leader of the Koltsov, He had a son who was killed recently fueling the rage and hatred that he exhibits for the Mezzo Morte. His subjects respect him as he thinks logically under pressure.
Preferred Weapon: Low caliber handguns

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Original Profiles and Profile Layout


[b]Username:[/b] Pretty self explanatory
[b]Name:[/b] Your characters name ~First "Nickname" Last~
[b]Age:[/b] How old is your character ~Nothing younger than 19 or older than 70~
[b]Gender:[/b] Pretty easy one ~Male or Female~
[b]Group:[/b] Another easy one ~Mezzo Morte or Koltsov~
[b]Personality:[/b] How your character acts under different circumstances
[b]Appearance:[/b] What your character looks like ~Picture or description~
[b]Background:[/b] How your character was raised, and interesting facts from their life
[b]Preferred Weapon:[/B] What types of weapons they prefer to fight with


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Ren of Shadows
Username: Ren of Shadows
Name: Carlos James "C.J" Delucci
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Group: Mezzo Morte
Personality: Carlos is a funny-guy. He enjoys making a good joke anytime even if it happens to be a very bad time. He is never seen looking distraught which often causes people to not take him seriously. He is intellligent and often times cocky. He gets along with everyone well enough but is not very trusted.
Appearance: Carlos
Background: A low ranking member of the Mezzo Morte, and a student at La-chance Academy. Carlos made himself known after breaking the arm of a bartender who wouldn't serve him. After being bailed out of jail by his cousin Demos, he was presented with a job opportunity within the family. He is often times seen with another member of the family, as he gets along with everyone. He killed his first person at the age of thirteen after being mugged by a highschool kid, whom he stabbed in the throat to get his money back. By the age of fifteen he had begun training with Demos though he never actually became a part of the family untill recently.
Preferred Weapon: Shotguns


Mikail189
Username: Mikail189
Name: Johnathan "Jimmie" Delucci
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Group: Mezzo Morte
Personality: Johnathan's rather weird for someone of his age. He likes to have fun and be cool. It's hard for him to be quiet sometimes but he knows when the time is right. He has a bit of a temper but that's only if you tick him off and push his buttons.
Appearance:Johnathan, he got the tattoo as a show of rebelliance.
Background: Johnathan had a pretty boring life up until his father had gone away for business and rarely came home anymore. He soon became a relentless party freak and ended up in a drunken fight with a guy at a party. He nearly beat him to death with a bottle but the police came and arrested him. His mother bailed him out and put him under house arrest for a while but he soon showed his so called angel side. Though it may be Johnathan can lie through just about anything. His mother doesn't know it but he recieved this ability from her. He seems like he's always on a sugar rush and is practically jumping a mile high. Take any of his favorite things while he's enjoying them and he might have to kill you. Those things would be Lemonade, Certain books, his digital camera, and food. He also carries a camera where ever he goes.
Preferred Weapon: Pistols and Daggers


PeacexLovexEmpathy
Username: PeacexLovexEmpathy
Name: Sonya Black
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Group: Mezzo Morte
Personality: Sonya is the uptight, neurotic busy body. She's completely by the book. She likes to look out for everybody else, sort of like the mothering type. She has serious trust issues with almost all of the younger members of the gang, however, her lack of faith in her new crime boss never keeps her from following orders and getting the job done. As secretive and quiet as she is, she is none the less faithful to the Mezzo Morte.
Appearance: Sonya
Background: Sonya was brought up in the Slums of Chicago. From the time she was old enough to work, that's exactly what she's been doing. Trying to make a living and keep her and her father off the streets. Her childhood was rotten and lonely one. Just before graduating from high school, the only person that really even mattered in Sonya's life, her father, was murdered - a life altering event for Sonya. She decided to drop out of school and move on to clearer shores. Her feet carried her to La-chance where she befriended a kind, old man. That man offered her a job. A job that she took without hesitation. This man reminded her much of her father, and in a way he was like a second father to her. Upon his assassination Sonya has been stricken with grief yet again. She vows to find this assassin and do away with him/her by her own means.
Preferred Weapon: A wide variety of handguns, including her personal favorite, the 44. Magnum.


yuki1234
Username: Yuki1234
Name: Irina Lébedev
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Group: Koltsov
Personality: Irina is will at all time act as if she owns the place. She can be quite haughty and condescending and hates being wrong about anything. She loves a good party and will do what needs to be done to get what she wants.
Appearance: Irina
Background: Born in Moscow twenty one years ago to Ivan Lébedev, a higher up in the Koltsov organization, and his wife Inga, Irina was brought up in the lap of luxury. It would be completely correct to say that Irina was in ever conceivable way a "Mob princess".
Irina was sent to nothing but the best boarding schools, doctors, music teachers, and vacations her fathers money would buy and she loves ever second of it. From a small age Irina has known that her father bought her love and she could give a damn as long as the gifts kept coming.
As of last year Irina has moved from St. Petersburg to the new city her parents have settled in, La-chance, and has moved into her own penthouse apartment that, of course, is paid for by Daddy.
Preferred Weapon: She carries a custom engraved Model 60 Smith & Wesson Revolver that her father got her for "protection purposes".


Ren of Shadows
Username: Ren of Shadows
Name: Traevon "Tray" Delacroix
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Group: Koltsov
Personality: Tray is a collected individual, his demeanor borders on taciturn as he rarely has any type of emotion showing aside form rare cases. Unconfrontational by nature his attitude often presents a problem as he has a tendancy to correct people on the smallest details. A very intelligent person he prefers to think before acting and as such he often looks down on people who jump the gun. Also he tries to distance himself from actual interaction on a personal scale as he has a strong fear of intimacy with anyone.
Appearance: Tray
Background: Trae was born in New York, the son of a french novelist and an american athlete. Before his birth his father abandoned the family leaving Trae to take his mothers name. Growing up as a 'problem child' he often found himself under house arrest until one day he got tired of it and talked himself out of it. Discovering that he was good at making people belive almost anything that he said he took to becoming a hitman but found that the job was much more physically demanding than he preferred and quit after one job. Afterwards he took up a con game, cheating people out of their money to make a living. He found this to be a relatively easy way to live though it required some creativity in which he enlisted the help of his sister Elizabeth, for whom Trae ~Having to grow up around only her~ had developed an unhealthy relationship with. After hearing that his sister was dating one of his childhood friends Trae killed the both of them in a fit of rage, before disappearing for a year. Returning on his 21st birthday. He was enlisted for the Koltsov in order to clear his criminal record.
Preferred Weapon: Silenced handguns and throwing knives.


Honorable Genin Hitomi
Username: Honorable Genin Hitomi
Name: Millan "Yanie" Sabella
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Group: Mezzo Morte
Personality: Most people have the habit of calling Millan a "fake" or "poser". That is because she gets along with most people she encounters. Her personality changes with the people she's around, making her adaptable to any situation or easy to talk to. Only her closest friends have seen her rather childish side. Leaving most to question how she ever got involved with the Morte's in the first place.
Appearance: [Yanie]
Background: Yanie's early childhood was the typical everyday Home life She went to school got O.K grades did chores and played video games, But things changed as she entered her adolescent years. There were these two boys that had always peeked her interest because weather it be at school or whenever she'd get a chance to talk to them. Yanie felt as if they were hiding something; and she soon found out. The night her father was murdered would be one to remember, because it was the time when she sided with the Morte's. There was an affair between her father and one of the Koltsov. It ended in him being shot by her fiancé and Millan's family torn apart. Tragedy, yes but millan had enough and permanently found a place in the feud between the two families.
Preferred Weapon:AMT Hardballer


The Peace Keeper
Username: The Peace Keeper
Name: Arturo "Arty" Valentino
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Group: Mezzo Morte
Personality: Arturo believes in living a passionate, full life and therefore is a very outgoing, laid-back person. He believes that time spent not engaging in ones vices and pleasures is time wasted and is a big procrastinator when it comes to work he didn't assign himself. Befitting his personality, he is a big drinker, but can hold his liquor surprisingly well. He also smokes. When it comes to those aroud him, he is quick to judge. Within the first five minutes of meeting him, he has already decide whether you're a friend for life or a hated enemy. There is no middle ground. He is very loyal to his organization. Above that, friends and himself only.
Appearance: Arturo Valentino
Background: Arturo's father, the Italian owner of a large arms manufacturing company, Valentino Arms, married into the family. From that union was born Arturo Valentino on April 14, 1991. Young Arturo grew learning business and etiquette from his father, but took more after his mother and her heritage. He was sent to a juvenile facility when he was 15 for numerous petty crimes. After he was sent home, he knew his future lay with his mother's side of the family. When he turned 18 (no sooner, as instructed by his parents) he was given his first errand from the Mezzo Morte to break into a rival businesses warehouse and steal a crate with unknown contents from a delivry truck scheduled to be there on his arrival. When he arrived, there was no truck in sight. He waited in an empty broom closet for two hours. He was so angry at the time wasted, he busted out of the closet, killed 3 men including the driver, injured 2 more, and drove off with not only the crate he was supposed to take, but the entire truck. Since that day he has been in deep with the family.
Preferred Weapon: He keeps a Valentino .357 in his jacket and a Valentino .38 snub nose is his sleeve. He is very good with guns due to his history around them, but won't hesitate to pick up the nearest blunt object when out of bullets and swing away.


.N.o.i.r.
Username: .N.o.i.r.
Name: Liam Kerrigan
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Group: Freelance
Personality: Flaky, Intelligent and is unafraid to show it and rather straight to the point. Occasionaly Liam has his moments of eccentricy. when carrying out orders or crossed Kerrigan has an ice cold demenour and a total lack of remorse often seen as a deep insanity.
Appearance: Liam Kerrigan
Background: Brought up in the city Liam left after about 19 years only returning once every so oftern brought in because of his professionalism and notority as a no strings hitman. Occasionaly appearing for no apparent reason and vanishing as quickly as his targets.
Preferred Weapon: pair of .45 m1911a

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~Banners~


Every RP needs advertisment, otherwise it would never get anywere. I hope that people will send in homemade Banners for the RP

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The first Received banner by Bizzell
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Second Banner, Made by Ren of Shadows
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~The RP is officially Open for business~ *Applause*

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((can I be Delucci?

I'm gonna make another person, but I wanted him to be my main.))

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((Sure))

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((Very good, did you want to start tonight?))

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Echo sighed as she sat on the top of the building. She was positioned to where she could she everyone, but everyone couldn't see her. She was in the middle of assembling he rifle. She was to test it out today, and why not test it on a random person. She finally got finished and looked through the scope. She pulled back and put her hair up in a ponytail and looked in again. She was now looking at a middle aged man with a suit on, probably on his way home from work. She positioned the gun, and shot. She quickly withdrew the gun, diassembled it and was off. She was now on the sidewalk gawking at her work, looking like an exective herself with her suit-like attire and her sniper rifle case.

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"Hey Demos! you got any more ties I can borrow?" Carlos Delucci said nearly falling down the polished stairs of the mansion that belonged to his cousin. Covered in only a towel he let out a sigh as he realized nobody was there though the sound of a distant television meant that someone had been there recently.

Wearing only a towel wasn't a problem for him despite the fact that it was early fall, and freezing outside. But he was indoors now and searching around his place of residence produced no qualms to him.

"Hey somebody in here?"He yelled out, he was far too lazy to search the whole mansion and far too oblivious to think of actually getting dressed before any of the Mezzo Morte members who may have been wandering around the premises saw him wearing nothing but a towel. Despite that he continued his search untill finding himself sitting on a couch watching T.V. wearing nothing but a towel.

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[Blak]
((Very good, did you want to start tonight?))
((Eh Ive got nothing better to do for the next two hours why not))

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((Sorry I've got to go I'll be back on twomorrow I belive))

Evangeline pourd the remaining pancake batter onto the grittle as the plate of pancakes sent off the sent of sweet shugar and cinnimon. Dumb guys can't make there own food..she thought to herself as the grittle sizzled turning the mixture into now a pancake as the edges began to bubbles bursting giving the sighn to flip the pancake as it sizzled again the new side coming to a brown. She yawned as she set the spatula down putting down the plate of what seemd to be 200 pancakes on the table she wasn't sure if evan that would be enouph for the appetite some of these men had. She put the final pancake on the stack as she grabbed the butter and syrup from the fridge the door shutting with a clank as she walked back to the table setting them down along with a stack of plates. She turned off the stove setting the griddle in cold water creating immediant steam to shoot into the air making a loud sizzle that died down over a 4 minute period as she released the water down the drain and washed off her hands. "Breakfast is ready.." she mumbled silentley under her breath ".....finally" she yawned sitting at the table with a thump of tiredness. I need bed.......she thought yawning again as she set her head on her arms resting on the table the heat and moisture of the pancakes filling the air with aroma. She wasn't hungry now, at least not for warm food, she wanted something like cerial. Which she'd get as soon as her eyes would open again and get the energy to grab a bowl, milk,cerial and a spoon which seems so hard to do from her position at the moment.

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The lithe jet black haired boy sat silently. Eyes shutting, and eyebrows lowering as the shrill voice of his cousin pierced his ears like an arrow. Or a finely aimed silver bullet. Arms propped up, hand placed lightly across one another forming a bridge for which Demos rested his tired head upon. The boy sat calmly. His cousin, Carlos had somehow, drowned out the booming talk radio that he was listening to. Especially amazing, as he had the small bud earphones driven deep into his skull just so that he might avoid something like this.

Demos had slowly stood up. Dawned in a pair of black and red pin stripe pajamas. And black bunny slippers. He had been, listening to the reports of yesterdays confrontations with the new rival gang Koltsov.

Things had transformed into an all out war as of late. With accusations thrown both ways, with word of assassinations. It was highly believed that the Koltsovs' leaders had ordered the killing of his grandfather, Johnathan Delucci, within the organization. This was inexcusable. The Koltsov had to be reprimanded. And Demos was at the reigns'.

Yet, despite this. He had little in the ways of resentment. Honestly Demos was performing his job out of duty, and not a shared belief or ideal that the rest of the family shared. And this weighed heavy on him. For, he did not want war. Truth be told, Demos did not care whether it really was the Koltsov who murdered his grandfather. Ever since his child hood, he had deemed that death suitable of someone who delved in crimes as his grandfather did. And unwillingly, he had also taken up this destiny.

And it had been some time now. To the point, where although he did not enjoy the fighting. He did however, relish in being known. Hearing his name, and the name of his family constantly spoken in the media, no matter the context. Gave him a sort of accomplishment, that he never thought he'd enjoy. It was. . .creepy, was this what happened to everyone in his family?

Delved in his thoughts. Demos had never forgotten about his cousin, and heard him plop himself on his leather couch. Watching the sky cam recordings of yesterdays gang battle.

Standing up slowly. Demos too, would find his way to the enormous living room. His slippers making no sounds whilst they padded with the posh carpet under his feet. Decorated with the family's insignia in gold elaborate text. Laced with a red rose.

"Do I have any ties? Yea. What're you looking for?" The new adult questioned. As he stood behind the couch. His right arm, on the left arm of the couch as he had taken out the headphones, and left them on the kitchen table. He held a small glass of orange juice, icy cool in his left hand. As he sipped it briefly. Admiring the view the news reporter had captured of his men 'at work' the night before. On the large plasma screen t.v.

"You know what? Ask me later man, I'm gonna go get something to eat." Demos then announced near silently. Going to shake his cousin on the shoulder, as if to make him get up as well. "You should too. Looks like 'The Ladies' just finished." He said, turning away and making his way back to the kitchen. Shuffling his feet, a rare smile on his face. Whilst raising his half empty glass of orange juice to Evangeline.

"Mornin'." He then promptly declared, stopping at the door way.
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