heroshade
03-11-2009, 05:58 AM
((Surprisingly enough, I have never seen a Mafia RP before, so I figure I'd start one. Obvious rules, no god moding, ridiculousness/retardedness, Spankeytwo. Hmmm.... well, here goes.))
Name: Seth "Suds" Carter
Age:24
Nationality: Irish/English
Appearance: 5'10, redish/brown hair, blue eyes, decent build.
Organization: The Ciprioni Family
Rank: Bodyguard, low ranking soldier
BIO: Seth grew up mostly on his own. His Parents were alcoholic drug addicts, and payed little attention to him. He acquired the nickname "Suds" when his friends heard his drunken father calling to him as he left their apartment. Despite this, Seth is fairly intelligent for a common thug. He was caught selling pot when he was sixteen, but barely managed to loose the police through the dark alleys that he spent most of his childhood in. By nineteen, he was head of a small drug ring consisting of six of his friends and a whole horde of needle junkies. After refusing to pay protection money to the Altoné Family, three of his "associates" fled the organization. Soon after, two of the others turned up dead. Seth and his last remaining "employee", Niko Trent, knew they would eventually have to pay protection or die. Days later, a man arrived at their door, offering the protection of the Ciprioni Family. Not only did they accept, but they offered their services as well. Throughout the years they clawed their way up the hierarchy. Today, they are both personal bodyguards of Edwin Saunders, the godfather's son-in-law.
Seth grinned slyly as soon as he saw the two aces the dealer had just handed him. "Agh, shit, I fold." said Austin, one of the other grunts sitting at the old splintering table. "Nice poker face ya got there Suds" Niko spouted sarcastically, as he threw down his cards. It was true, Seth was never a great poker player. The other three men at the table all set their cards aside as they had the past three hands. Suddenly the door opened and Case Hardwell, a Ciprioni underboss, stepped into the room. He was a huge man, standing at 6’7 with a massive build. He was wearing an expensive looking white suit with pinstripes, and a Oakley FIVE sunglasses.
“Get up you lazy-asses, we got work to do.” He demanded. Everyone looked at him curiously, including the almost-always indifferent Edwin Saunders, who had been sitting at the counter building a house of cards. “What’s going on Case?” asked the pudgy short man, although, without really caring. “The boss wants to meet us at his house. He didn’t say what for.”
“One more hand?” Seth asked, looking around at the other guards, who nodded in agreement. Case smacked him in the back of the head. “Get your Mick ass into some nice cloths and meet us in the parking lot.” He barked, not only to Seth, but to the rest of the group as well. “Okay, okay, Jesus Christ!” Seth said, rubbing his neck. Case ignored him and walked out of the apartment room, slamming the door on the way out. “What’s up his ass?” Niko laughed.
Edwin ascended from the stool he was sitting on and stretched himself out. “I guess it’s important. You guys go change and lets get out of here.”
All six men rose from the table simultaneously went into their rooms to change.
Seth went in looking like a cheap bartender, and came out looking like a business man. His dirty white shirt and blue jeans had been replaced with a black silk suit and slacks and his short hair was gelled back in such a way that made him look rather professional. Of course, most professions didn’t called for the Berretta 90Two he had holstered under his jacket. “Everybody suited and strapped?” Edwin asked, not waiting for a reply. “Good, lets go.”
They all filed out of the Castro Street Apartment complex to be met by eleven men dressed to kill (So to speak) waiting outside three fancy black cars and a hummer. Out of the crowd advanced the Underboss, lighting a cigarette in his mouth. “Ready?” he asked, the cigarette still hanging from his lips. Edwin turned around and looked at his guards. “No, we just decided to get dressed up and pretty to come out here and tell you we were going to need more time.” He said jokingly. Case grinned, a rare occurrence. “Good. You’re riding with me.” He stated. Edwin motioned towards his men. “Suds, Niko, lets go.”
Ten minutes later, the convoy was cruising over the Brooklyn Bridge, the three cars surrounding the Hummer.
“So what’s this about?” Edwin asked, this time with a hint of genuine curiosity. Case tilted his head towards the back seat. “The boss is cuttin’ some deal with the Altones.” He answered.
Edwin let out an irritated grunt. “We should have brought bigger guns.” Niko spat from the passenger side back seat. The hulking man in front of him turned to him. “Did anyone tell you to talk?” he asked darkly. Niko grinned. “What is this an interrogation? When does anybody ever just TELL someone to talk?”
Had it been anybody else, the car would have pulled over, and his beaten and bullet-riddled body would be dropped over the edge of the bridge; or so one would think. In reality, Case was a teddy bear as far as his organization went. Niko and Seth were the only ones who weren’t in a leadership position who knew this.
“Anyway,” continued the Underboss. “We’re meeting them at some bar in Queens.” Edwin grunted again. “I don’t trust those rats.”
“I don’t either,” Case said, turning back to face the front again. “I hope Joey knows what he’s doing…”
All the while, Seth was gazing out the window at the river below him. Dealing with the Altones was definitely not something he wanted to do again…
((Okay, so far theres only two families, the Ciprionis and the Altones. I plan on adding more later, as well as some smaller gangs. You can also RP a cop or law enforcement agent or something if you want. Hopefully we can actually get some RPing done in the RPing forum for once.))
Name: Seth "Suds" Carter
Age:24
Nationality: Irish/English
Appearance: 5'10, redish/brown hair, blue eyes, decent build.
Organization: The Ciprioni Family
Rank: Bodyguard, low ranking soldier
BIO: Seth grew up mostly on his own. His Parents were alcoholic drug addicts, and payed little attention to him. He acquired the nickname "Suds" when his friends heard his drunken father calling to him as he left their apartment. Despite this, Seth is fairly intelligent for a common thug. He was caught selling pot when he was sixteen, but barely managed to loose the police through the dark alleys that he spent most of his childhood in. By nineteen, he was head of a small drug ring consisting of six of his friends and a whole horde of needle junkies. After refusing to pay protection money to the Altoné Family, three of his "associates" fled the organization. Soon after, two of the others turned up dead. Seth and his last remaining "employee", Niko Trent, knew they would eventually have to pay protection or die. Days later, a man arrived at their door, offering the protection of the Ciprioni Family. Not only did they accept, but they offered their services as well. Throughout the years they clawed their way up the hierarchy. Today, they are both personal bodyguards of Edwin Saunders, the godfather's son-in-law.
Seth grinned slyly as soon as he saw the two aces the dealer had just handed him. "Agh, shit, I fold." said Austin, one of the other grunts sitting at the old splintering table. "Nice poker face ya got there Suds" Niko spouted sarcastically, as he threw down his cards. It was true, Seth was never a great poker player. The other three men at the table all set their cards aside as they had the past three hands. Suddenly the door opened and Case Hardwell, a Ciprioni underboss, stepped into the room. He was a huge man, standing at 6’7 with a massive build. He was wearing an expensive looking white suit with pinstripes, and a Oakley FIVE sunglasses.
“Get up you lazy-asses, we got work to do.” He demanded. Everyone looked at him curiously, including the almost-always indifferent Edwin Saunders, who had been sitting at the counter building a house of cards. “What’s going on Case?” asked the pudgy short man, although, without really caring. “The boss wants to meet us at his house. He didn’t say what for.”
“One more hand?” Seth asked, looking around at the other guards, who nodded in agreement. Case smacked him in the back of the head. “Get your Mick ass into some nice cloths and meet us in the parking lot.” He barked, not only to Seth, but to the rest of the group as well. “Okay, okay, Jesus Christ!” Seth said, rubbing his neck. Case ignored him and walked out of the apartment room, slamming the door on the way out. “What’s up his ass?” Niko laughed.
Edwin ascended from the stool he was sitting on and stretched himself out. “I guess it’s important. You guys go change and lets get out of here.”
All six men rose from the table simultaneously went into their rooms to change.
Seth went in looking like a cheap bartender, and came out looking like a business man. His dirty white shirt and blue jeans had been replaced with a black silk suit and slacks and his short hair was gelled back in such a way that made him look rather professional. Of course, most professions didn’t called for the Berretta 90Two he had holstered under his jacket. “Everybody suited and strapped?” Edwin asked, not waiting for a reply. “Good, lets go.”
They all filed out of the Castro Street Apartment complex to be met by eleven men dressed to kill (So to speak) waiting outside three fancy black cars and a hummer. Out of the crowd advanced the Underboss, lighting a cigarette in his mouth. “Ready?” he asked, the cigarette still hanging from his lips. Edwin turned around and looked at his guards. “No, we just decided to get dressed up and pretty to come out here and tell you we were going to need more time.” He said jokingly. Case grinned, a rare occurrence. “Good. You’re riding with me.” He stated. Edwin motioned towards his men. “Suds, Niko, lets go.”
Ten minutes later, the convoy was cruising over the Brooklyn Bridge, the three cars surrounding the Hummer.
“So what’s this about?” Edwin asked, this time with a hint of genuine curiosity. Case tilted his head towards the back seat. “The boss is cuttin’ some deal with the Altones.” He answered.
Edwin let out an irritated grunt. “We should have brought bigger guns.” Niko spat from the passenger side back seat. The hulking man in front of him turned to him. “Did anyone tell you to talk?” he asked darkly. Niko grinned. “What is this an interrogation? When does anybody ever just TELL someone to talk?”
Had it been anybody else, the car would have pulled over, and his beaten and bullet-riddled body would be dropped over the edge of the bridge; or so one would think. In reality, Case was a teddy bear as far as his organization went. Niko and Seth were the only ones who weren’t in a leadership position who knew this.
“Anyway,” continued the Underboss. “We’re meeting them at some bar in Queens.” Edwin grunted again. “I don’t trust those rats.”
“I don’t either,” Case said, turning back to face the front again. “I hope Joey knows what he’s doing…”
All the while, Seth was gazing out the window at the river below him. Dealing with the Altones was definitely not something he wanted to do again…
((Okay, so far theres only two families, the Ciprionis and the Altones. I plan on adding more later, as well as some smaller gangs. You can also RP a cop or law enforcement agent or something if you want. Hopefully we can actually get some RPing done in the RPing forum for once.))