//Mister Los Santos 2017 - Just The Tip\\

[EVOLUT7ON]

Mr. Evolut7on

Age: 45
Name: Jason Kick
Place of Birth: Sandy Shores
Business: Auto-business
Offices: Arcadius Business Center
Likes & Hobbies: Cars & speeding, girls & clubs, slim suits.
Favourite vehicles: Vintage classic.
Favourite weapon: My elbow and a wrench + mechanic's skills.
Respects: Diligence, honesty, family, and friendship.
Dislikes: Envy, betrayal, talking BS behind my/anybody's back.

Well, hello everyone! Let's get acquainted...

My name is Jason Kick. I was born in Sandy Shores. The first period of my life was really difficult. I had to work 24/7, we had no father and I was helping my family as much as I could. Our family had lots of problems with the money... I should help my mother to subsist younger sisters and brothers. There were five of us. We had no chances to live in a prosperity and to earn enough money... The family is all and everything. It's the most important thing... I had no choice, I had to break the law... I was a mechanic in the nearest Auto Repair Service not so far from Grand Senora Airfield, so I knew how to hack any vehicle and I became to steal the vehicles... I also had an "American dream": to achieve through my hard work a big house for the family, to buy a personal car, to have the opportunity for prosperity and success, to become independent from money and from anybody, instead of drinking the beer in Yellow Jack Inn Bar and moaning about my sh*tty life to the barkeeper. I set a goal.
That's why I became a grand theft auto...


A few years later, I bought a personal vehicle warehouse and opened a repair shop not so far from Los Santos. I still got my hands dirty: I was stealing and dealing the "liberated" luxury vehicles. Yes, I had some problems with cops but Devin Weston (he was my boss and was giving me the list of targeted vehicles to steal) was solving that kind of problem very fast.


Time passed. I got the license and opened my own company "Premium Deluxo Motorsport" and built some auto shops in Los Santos. My life was getting better and better. Finally, I could buy a big house for my lovely mother, sisters, and brothers. Finally, we had no any problems with the money - we could live like normal, average people!


A few years later I sold my business to Simeon Etaryan and bought the office in Arcadius Business Center with a personal repair shop. From that moment I was working only with VIP & CEO people like Martin Madrazo, Devin Weston (with 50% sale), Dave Norton, Solomon Richards, Yusuf Amir and many others. I also hired one of the best top managers, Pamela Hendersson, to help and monitor all my business stuff.


To sum up, I am who I wanted to be. I've become independent of money, I work for myself; my family doesn't ask/need anything, finally we live in "American dream".
Yes, a hard work doesn't guarantee success but no success is possible without hard work! Instead of moaning about my unhappy life, I choose to work hard, dream big and I made it! I didn't wait for an opportunity, I was making/creating/building my life at that moment by myself.
I just wish to say everyone, that all is possible. Life is only yours, you choose how to live. Set the goal, don't give up and you will be honored.
I am John Kick and I will be glad to share all my experience with you.
As Mr.Los Santos I wish to help and teach everyone who is ready to raise his/her your ass off the couch and turn off his/her TV. Your life, your choice.


Bonus 6th pic for our Guest Judge:
"When the dream comes true"

Hope you enjoyed my story:)

Cheers everyone!

Edited November 19, 2017 by EVOLUT7ON

[.Diana McFarland.]

LL Cool L

 

has all my votes x1,000,000

 

so does anybody in goon squad

[TubewayArmy]

Hello. My name is Claude and I came to Los Santos from Liberty City.

 

 

When I first came to Los Santos, I didn't have anything but baseball bat.

 

I don't talk much, I let my actions speak for myself.

 

With money from my first big job I bought this nice Stallion.

 

Now, a few years later, I run pretty succesful business and have nice stable of italian supercars.

 

 

 

 

Edited November 19, 2017 by TubewayArmy

[Slonitram]

Hello. This is Mister Alencar's secretary typing this out. Normally, he'd be doing this himself, but he's currenlty busy taking care of the company, whose name he chose to not disclose.

 

Full name: Daniel Alencar

 

Nicknames: Mister Owl, The Sadistic Owl, Coruja, Danny

 

Age: 27

 

Daniel Alencar was born in São Paulo, Brazil. At the age of 18, he was obligatorily placed in the Tiro de Guerra, a brazilian military institution where selected citizens are put to do at least a whole year of basic military training. Danny, who grew up being a fanatic for weapons, joined the military not much later, but, at the age of 20, he was kicked out of it after his unstable behavior led him to killing a fellow soldier with a kitchen knife after a heated political discussion, getting himself court-martialed.

 

Thanks to his father, a divorced corrupt politician who had a fortune in his name, Danny managed to be released from prison a year later. As a free man once again, Danny looked for a new objective in life. He had a heavy interest for books, movies and videogames and dreamed of becoming a sucessful writer or actor, but those futures seemed far too distant for him. Eventually, when struggling with money, Owl commited his very first armed robbery and found out that the thrill of stealing and being chased by the police proved to be amazing for him. As such, Danny began to mug people more often, using intimidating quotes from movies and soon enough, beginning to use his own types of one-liners. As such, his persuasion skill led to him being skilled enough to perform robberies in clubs where he wouldn't even have to pull out a gun. As Danny used spend nights up commiting unlawful actions, he became known as "Coruja", which is portuguese for owl.

 

Eventually, his father passed away from a stroke and let all the money go to his son. However, as his dad were already being investigated for corruption by the police, Danny could easily sense trouble coming his way. Using the fortune he got, he bought his way out of the country and to the US when he were 24, donating all the money he had to charity in a futile attempt to make his name seem more clean.

 

In 2014, Daniel finally arrived to LS. He met up with his Lifeinvader friend Lamarr Davis who introduced him into some good old american thuggery. While Daniel is very familiar with the English language, so much that he's fluent in it, he does not speak much due to the fact that he adopted a new behavior whilst planning his exit out of Brazil. He found that being more of the strong, silent type appealed to him in looking more intimidating, something he felt like using in his new life of crime he had started.

 

Our company symbolizes the pinnacle of his success. We specialize in the legal recovery and sale of sports cars, firearms and imported goods.

 

Up to this year, Mister Alencar has made a big name for himself. His time in America's ground helped the man become much more skilled in a lot of his attributes, including his shooting. He owns just about any weapon that can be legally purchased and is very skilled with using them to take down his foes. I, as his wondeful, skilled assistant and lawyer, helped him out of legal cases that seemed to be impossible to come out of, and due to that, I believe he might be destroying something with our company's Buzzard right about now.

 

Oh, I think I just heard something blow up outside. Have some pictures of our fearless leader in his most normal moments whilst I go check.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited November 19, 2017 by TheSadisticOwl

[EVOLUT7ON]

Very nice entries, MiroAWhite, DangerZOneX, IceDree, Big Molio, wingoose, TubewayArmy and TheSadisticOwl!

Edited November 19, 2017 by EVOLUT7ON

[Sanches]

I got a question about backstory lenght. Is there a limit? Im hitting a mark of 1720 words (9914 symbols in total) and it's just 40% finished. Should i go further or abridge it?

Edit: It's 3k words and 17k symbols now.
Edit 2: Finished with the backstory. It still needs editions, but now it's 4576 words and 26360 symbols in total.

Edited November 20, 2017 by Sanches

[IceDree]

Very nice entries, MiroAWhite, DangerZOneX, IceDree, Big Molio, wingoose, TubewayArmy and TheSadisticOwl!

Thank you !

 

You too have an excellent entry, so jealous of the photo with the sun glasses ...

 

I got a question about backstory lenght. Is there a limit? Im hitting a mark of 1720 words (9914 symbols in total) and it's just 40% finished. Should i go further or abridge it?

Put it in a spoiler

 

I'm looking forward to reading it, sounds epic!

[Sanches]

Put it in a spoiler

 

I'm looking forward to reading it, sounds epic!

Yeah, i wanted to put each part in spoilers (photos, info, story ect) in a first place.

Im just afraid that amount of text and my grammar would spook judges off. Also im giving a short description of every key character for a better understanding there, so...

Edited November 19, 2017 by Sanches

[IceDree]

 

Put it in a spoiler

 

I'm looking forward to reading it, sounds epic!

Yeah, i wanted to put each part in spoilers (photos, info, story ect) in a first place.

Im just afraid that amount of text and my grammar would spook judges off. Also im giving a short description of every key character for a better understanding there, so...

I believe you are fine, per the new rules:

 

With this new system a contestant can put his efforts into something that he is comfortable with. For example, a contestant who knows he's a strong writer can put all his chips into writing a stellar biography.

Crap, I just realized that you are my competitor & I should be sabotaging your efforts instead jk jk

 

< insert a gif of drama queens conspiring against each other in a TV competition >

[R3CON]

I got a question about backstory lenght. Is there a limit? Im hitting a mark of 1720 words (9914 symbols in total) and it's just 40% finished. Should i go further or abridge it?

There's no limit on the length of a post or backstory. No minimum or maximum word count specifications nor is a spoiler required. All contestants have the creative freedom to allocate their time and energy according to whatever works best for them. You can also structure your post how you wish given that it lines up with the rules in the original post. In the interest of maintaining this freedom, whether you go further than what you wrote is your decision to make.

 

Im just afraid that amount of text and my grammar would spook judges off.

Feel free. Don't let concerns about the judges affect your creative process. Just focus on making the best/competitive entry you can, however you decide to achieve that. Edited November 19, 2017 by R3CON

[livejoker]

Hey guys, some quick good news! We were featured in the GtaForums Weekly Issue 36! Android was super cool to send over some questions for an interview and even gave us a community highlight! It's pretty dope. I'm hoping it spreads the word - I also encourage everyone here to do so by grabbing a signature in the first post and mentioning the comp to anyone you think may dig it.

Big thanks to Recon and Ice for answering a question. If you guys got questions feel free to ask away and we'll happily help you out.

Edited November 19, 2017 by livejoker

[LL Cool L]

Placeholder...UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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Name: Lucas "Luke" Lopez

Known as: "LL Cool L", "LL", "Super Homie", "L", "El"

 

Age: 23

Heritage: FATHER - Madd Dogg (African American)

 

MOTHER - Juaneta Xin Lopez (Half Japanese, half Cuban)

 

Bio: Coming Soon

 

 

 

under construction....

Edited November 21, 2017 by LL Cool L

[Castellari09]

Im not gonna say what my character does for a living, but he does use an uniform. The problem is that I cant get the real uniform because its just not possible without pc mods (also Im on PS4). I put on clothes that kinda look like the uniform (actually doesnt get any close lol).

 

My question is:

Is that a problem? I mean, the improvised uniform is as sh*tty as it can be, but thats the best I could do without adding things on photoshop (against rules).

 

Someone please help me!!!! *drama queen*

[Sanches]

My question is:

Is that a problem? I mean, the improvised uniform is as sh*tty as it can be, but thats the best I could do without adding things on photoshop (against rules).

I feel you with mods and photoshop. )^:

But try using your imagination with your custom uniform. Is it possible to say that you're a part of a special squad in your place of work? If so, then you can ask your friends to copy that uniform and make screenies together.

[livejoker]

It's best to use in-game clothing and, as Sanches said, using your imagination and getting as close to the real thing as possible. Being creative with your outfits can really help you stand out, meanwhile mods/photoshop (which are against the rules, photoshop to some extent) don't really bring in the same interest. Custom/replica outfits shows you got the eye for detail.

[Matrelith]

Matthew Flynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

''It has been a mere four years since it was founded, but since then the Halbech Corporation has grown to become one of the biggest multimillion companies in southern San Andreas. Tonight we will be taking a closer look at the story behind the company, and more importantly, its enigmatic CEO who started it all; Matthew Flynn.

 

 

My name is Julie Ackerman and you’re watching An Inside Look on Weazel News.''

 

 

 

''Our story begins in the fall of ’83. Flynn was born and raised in Leftwood, Alderney State as the youngest of a family of four. His father worked as a car mechanic at his own garage in Westdyke, while his mother worked as a nurse at the Westdyke Memorial Hospital. Flynn has one older sibling, a sister named Hannah who is five years older than him. After going through law school, she is currently working as a district attorney for the State of Liberty City.''

 

''Flynn, when he wasn't helping out his father at the shop, was attending Alderney High School. After graduating, he went on to study at business school. His old man had promised him that one day Flynn would be the successor of the car shop. Flynn’s ambitions turned out to be bigger than that however. He had dreams of making it big. He wanted to make his mark on history. Alderney State was getting too small for him. After getting his bachelor’s and master’s degree in business management, Flynn decided to move to Los Santos in 2010.''

 

 

''Life was tough in the beginning. Being new in the big city meant that Flynn had to start from scratch. While investigating our news reporters got in touch with a landlord who rents apartments in Vespucci. He told us he rented one of his smaller condos out to Flynn back in 2010. Mister Flynn was described as a class A tenant who didn’t cause any problems and always paid his rent on time. The only remarkable thing the landlord remembered was often hearing Flynn entering and leaving his apartment at irregular hours, frequently in the middle of the night.''

 

''This seems to correspond with other information we came across that seemed to indicate that Flynn did some shady jobs for some shady people back then. Flynn allegedly had contact with several people of the Los Santos underground world, ranging from criminals meddling in illegal street races to those who were in the drug trade. Save for some speeding tickets however, Flynn’s criminal record remains clean to this day.''

 

 

''These allegations aside it seemed that life had been good for Matthew Flynn. In the summer of ’13 the Halbech Corporation was founded in the now famous Lombank West office building. The company started small primarily as a shipping company, taking on contracts primarily at the Los Santos harbor from businesses all over the world, which led to it directly competing with Post Op and Alpha Mail.''

 

 

''As time went on however, the company expanded and opened up new divisions. Besides the Shipping department, the Halbech Corporation opened up a Security department to provide private security to those who can afford it, an Energy department tasked with developing and investing in cleaner sources of energy, a Weapons department tasked with developing new weaponry to support the military of governments overseas and a lot more. Over the years the Halbech Corporation has become a multinational company and a household name in the city of Los Santos.''

 

 

''What really put the Halbech Corporation on the map however were the 2017 Elections. After being elected, Governor Hunter stayed true to his word to increase government spending in the military to combat the ongoing Hydra jet problem. Halbech Corporation, with its Weapons department, was chosen as one of the companies to work as a government contractor to develop new weapons and vehicles to improve the equipment of the San Andreas military.''

 

 

''The leftwing media has stated more than once that Halbech Corporation and Flynn have been using their weapons manufacturing division to also supply feuding gangs throughout the city of Los Santos and Blaine County with weapons. According to them Matthew Flynn has been adding fuel to the fire in order to make a profit through conflict. In the spring earlier this year mister Flynn, in an official statement, has said that without any substantial proof he and his company would disregard these accusations as mere slander.''

 

 

''While Flynn is someone who keeps his personal life pretty uhh… private, he has become more and more of a public figure throughout the years. From opening new stores in Rockford Hills, to visiting fashion shows on Vespucci Beach, if there’s a big event chances are Flynn will be there, driving in luxurious sports cars and a Le Chien model at his side.''

 

 

''Since founding his company, Flynn has also become somewhat of a philanthropist, often making generous donations to several institutions in the state of San Andreas, like the University of San Andreas, Los Santos (ULSA), the Animal Ark and the Central Los Santos Medical Center.

In the winter of 2016 in an interview during the radio show Chattersphere on WCTR Flynn went on record stating that his early years in Los Santos have humbled him and that he wanted to give back to the city that has given him so much.''

 

 

 

''The story of Matthew Flynn is one of those classics, about a young kid with a dream making it in the big city. With no end in sight to the growth of Flynn or his company, this is one man we will have to keep an eye out for. No doubt he’ll have a grand influence on the city of Los Santos for years to come.''

 

 

 

''My name is Julie Ackerman and you have been watching An Inside Look on Weazel News.''

 

 

''Coming up next: are Liberals trying to brainwash your pets? Our reporter Jerry Habberdasher has the scoop!''

 

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Matthew Flynn during the Anna Rex Fashion Show in the summer of 2017 © Daily Rag

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Picture of Flynn found under his bio on the official Halbech website © Halbech Corporation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Picture of Flynn in his office during an interview with the Daily Globe © Daily Globe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Partying on the Unsinkable II with #halbech CEO Matthew Flynn !! #goodlife #lifeisaparty

 

Picture posted on Bleeter by exotic dancer Sapphire (real name unkown) of Vanilla Unicorn, July 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Matthew Flynn during a Pegassi photoshoot promoting the new Ruffian © Pegassi Automotives

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flynn spotted in a back alley with his signature diamond blue Elegy RH8

 

 

 

 

 

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Name: Matthew Flynn

Age: 34

Date of birth: October 21st, 1983

Place of birth: Westdyke, Alderney State

Nationality: American with Dutch ancestory

Style/appearance: Formal, (business) casual

Occupation: CEO / Philanthropist

 

 

Author's note: the first and last picture are not meant to be part of the six picture quota and can be ignored by the judges.

Edited November 20, 2017 by Matrelith

[IceDree]

 

 

 

 

 

 

That newsfeed was a nice touch.

 

 

Excellent post.

Edited November 20, 2017 by IceDree

[livejoker]

Holy crap, if I was wearing pants it would've blown them off. Amazing entry, great creativity!

[CaptainMarvel]

Cant...stop...fapping...

[LL Cool L]

post under construction....made some updates but I need to get ready for my dentist appointment, I promise I will finish when I get back

[Castellari09]

~

D E X T E R H E N C K E L

~

~ Bio:

 

Oh, geez, it’s very hard to talk about myself. It’s hard because I might sound a bit arrogant all the time, but let’s give it a try. My name is Dexter Henckel, I was born in 1989 in London. I grew up there, living with my parents and my older stepsister. After graduating from high school, I moved to Liberty City because I wanted to change my life completely. You see, my folks are kinda rich and because of that, they always thought they could run my life for me, that bothered the crap outta me, so as soon as I could, I took off. I got a job in a diner next to the place I was crushing and after a couple of months, I moved in to a nearly decent apartment with a roommate, that was all I could afford at the time.

After a year or so working at the diner, I decided that I wanted more for my life. It was in a rainy morning at the diner that I saw on TV a special about fire fighters. That moment I thought “hey, I could totally be a fire fighter!”, then I did a lot of research on how to become a fireman and discovered that Los Santos Fire Department had a shortage of firemen after a terrible fire at the IAA building, lots of casualties (including 10 firemen, 10!). I quit the diner and the night after it I was already in Los Santos. I got a job in another diner and started studying. Got my Emergency Medical Technichian certificate and submitted to the selection process of the LSFD. Once I got the call, I quit the diner and started working as Firefighter 1. While in this position, I was able to rent an apartment at La Puerta. After 6 months, I was able to work as Firefighter 2. My temporary contract had ended and I was officially hired as a Firefighter 2. And I gotta say, I’m a damn good fireman. A few girls even recognize me on the streets from the FD calendar. They compliment me a lot. A lot. I think that’s the reason I got a girl pregnant at the age of 23. I freaked out a little, but I’ve always been very responsible, so it was not THAT terrifying. The girl and I started dating and I even asked her to move in with me, which she did. I remember we used to fight a lot after our kid was born. Joey is his name, by the way. Anyway, we fought pretty much every night and right before Joey’s first birthday, she left us. I came home from work one night and no one was home. My neighbor, who used to babysit sometimes, saw me getting home and came to bring me Joey and a note from Stacy, that bitch!
I had to hire a fulltime nanny, but everything worked out just fine. Joey is five nowadays and a freaking smart kid, he makes me the proudest dad in the universe. Flirting with his teacher is a plus, I’ll give you that. I tried very hard not to lose my accent when I came to America and thank God I didn’t, because girls seem to enjoy it very much. I must be sounding like a manwhore. Oh, well.
Alright, I think that covers about everything up. My life hasn’t been that interesting, to be honest, but I’m very happy with how and where I ended up, I regret nothing.

 

 

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~ Vehicle picture:

 

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Name: Dexter Henckel

Parents: Caleb Henckel and Georgia Riddler.

Stepsister: Ninnah Desrosiers (Georgia cheated on Caleb with a guy on a trip to Canada)

Son: Joey Henckel

Job: Fireman

Age: 28

Date of birth: September 23th, 1989. London, England

Favorite meal: pretty much anything from Up-N-Atom

Favorite color: red

Favorite car: Bravado Gauntlet

Favorite radio station: Vinewood Boulevard Radio

Favorite place: any beach

 

~

Edited November 22, 2017 by Castellari09

[Juan_M_1717]

James W. Lombard III

 

From the latest issue of Starstalk Magazine:

 

It was a night to remember at the Fundraiser For a Better Tomorrow hosted by local playboy James Wilson Lombard III at the Richman Mansion. The 38 year old heir to the Lombank fortune was joined by the creme de la creme of Los Santos´ high society in his latest enterprise. The man considered one of the state´s most eligible bachelors for three years in a row found himself surrounded by big names like Vinewood producer Solomon Richards, stars Milton McIlroy, Laszlow and a recovered Jack Howitzer, entrepreneurs Devin Weston and Martin Madrazo and even old acquaitances like Mark J. Crowne, all eager to be seen next to the man of the hour as soon as he arrived from his penthouse at Eclipse Towers in his golden helicopter.

 

 

This event served as a testament of this young man´s will to succeed, as his life was marked by tragedy when he lost both his parents as a boy in an as yet unresolved murder in North Yankton. After the incident little James disappeared from the public eye and not much is known from those early years, which fueled all kinds of conspiracy theories about him training in faraway lands and getting revenge on those he held responsible for his parents´ murder. Of course this is the type of story the press loves but one knows is clearly false as soon as you see the man, a decent citizen and concerned millionaire, even if he´s a bit irresponsible with his partying. Whatever the case, Mr. Lombard returned to the city in grandiose form three years ago, aggressively taking the helm of his father´s company and establishing his headquarters at LomBank Towers.

 

 

"We are gathered here" James said "for the noblest of purposes: to rid the state of San Andreas from the crime that plagues it. Be it drug trade, underground car theft rings, weapons dealing, selling of illegal and counterfeit products or biker gangs terrorizing our citizens, we will chase them all and I´m sure your donations will be put to good use, as our dear friend the Chief of Los Santos Police Department can attest. A great man this one, attending this event on the very birthday of his wife. Let´s all wish nothing bad happens to her, only good things on her special day. Surely her husband will take care of that". After the speech Mr. Lombard was approached by a colleague who asked him if he didn´t find it strange that masked men sighted all through the state during criminal activities of all sorts, from car theft to drug dealing, all seemed to share an eerie resemblance regarding height, complexion, eye color and other details. Our host took it with a grain of salt. "Are you suggesting the same man is a biker, a gun smuggler, a hitman, muscle-for-hire for other criminal elements and Lord knows what else? Why, that´s as preposterous as suggesting that that same man is at the head of a mysterious organization running all crime in San Andreas from an unknown headquarters! Ha ha ha!". After this the host left the party as is usual for him. We wanted to speak to our colleague about his theory but as soon as he left he was run over by a Post Op van in a freak accident, dying instantly.

 

 

And why does James Lombard so frequently vanish from sight, even at his own parties? That´s anyone´s guess. Does he go to his yacht near Paleto Bay to be in touch with nature? Does he leave the state from his personal hangar at LSIA in one of his luxurious aircraft to visit foreign countries? Does he just search for privacy in the company of some lucky lady, as rumors linking him wit Poppy Mitchell or DJ Cara Delenvigne seem to suggest? No one knows, but one thing is sure: even in those moments where no one is watching he´s surely still thinking about crime in San Andreas.

 

 

 

The Thugazi pic: (well, the rules use the word "vehicle" so...)

 

Edited November 22, 2017 by Juan_M_1717

[Testarossa]

Thomas “Tom” Whitehall

Age: 35

Date of Birth: February 14, 1982

Birthplace: Dukes, Liberty City

My story pretty much starts back in the cold, crime infested days in Liberty City back in the eighties, my father was the owner of a small mechanic shop around Broker and my mother pretty much stayed at home. While other kids would go play basketball at the local court or run around the park, I decided to go with my father to his shop and just watch him work all day. There was something about watching him that was just, I don’t know, therapeutic, the patience and the amount of work he had put on everything was just incredible.

When he passed away in ‘94 I felt as I had lost a huge part of my life. There was this emptiness that remained inside of me for years and I had no idea how to get rid of it. I remembered that he always did what he loved and never took a step back. By the time I was 18 I had saved enough for a beater car from a junkyard in Alderney, an aging Dinka Blista, it looked like it had gone through hell and back, the AC didn’t work, nor did the tachometer, it had rust inside the rear left fender, basically it was falling apart every day. During the next years I ran around working in part-time jobs to help me finish said project car. With every check I had been given, I would spent part of it on parts for the damn thing, obviously keeping a part for the more important expenses.

I eventually discovered the street racing scene in LC, and needless to say I stupidly gave in to it. Since the rewards were somewhat high I decided to stay in it for god knows how long, as it would be my main monetary source for a while. Talking about $1500 per race sometimes, the risk was well worth it for a broke college student, I felt guilty about it at first but later down the road the guiltiness was gone. I was able to afford rent in a small apartment near Outlook Park and things were going pretty nicely.

That is until I was 22, I got an offer for working as a wheelman for a simple bank job after winning a race from an undisclosed contact. I had somewhat of an idea of what I was getting myself into but I tried to look at it on the positive side, so after a couple of sleepless nights I decided to take the offer, somewhat reluctantly. Couple of days later I met with the guys that were part of the job, some tall, what seemed Irish-American guy and another dude who was smaller. The job consisted in driving a couple of guys robbing a Lombank chain in East Hook back to safety, it seemed pretty straight forward. The job was going pretty well and I was already halfway through Acter Industrial Park in Alderney, then we came across a busy intersection, I hadn't seen the red lights as I had done so throughout the whole journey. Then suddenly, out of the corner of my eye was a dump truck headed towards the side of the silver Chavos burner I was driving. I did my best to swerve to safety, but it was too late. The truck hit what seemed to have been the rear right door where one of the criminals was sitting, the Chavos was pretty much a ball of twisted metal afterwards.

The two other guys received some fairly heavy injuries, but still made it out alive, I think, but I never heard from them again after court. Anyway, I was left with a fractured neck, a dislocated arm and a certain vision problem, hospital seemed like hell the entire time I was in. In the court trial it was clear I was involved with the heist, so I was sent to spend 18 months in prison.

Fast forward years after the incident, I was living a relatively normal life, I had found work at a cab company for some Eastern-European guy and his cousin as a driver, it was pretty much a terrible and stressing job which made me feel tired pretty quickly, but as I had no money it was the only way out. I had left the criminal life because I feared a second incident like the one that happened in Alderney years ago, but I was also in favor for a new start. After months of planning and preparation, I decided to move to the State of San Andreas, I don't recall exactly what was the motive on why I picked that state, I could've picked anything really, Jefferson, Lincoln, you name it. Maybe it was the weather, or the… I don't know, that magic you saw in movies and TV. It just seemed like a step in the right direction... and so, here we are.

Obligatory vehicle pic:

Edited November 23, 2017 by Testarossa

[livejoker]

Hey guys, just a quick reminder that the Meet & Greet is ONLY open to those that post a submission ("under construction" posts are fine). The Meet & Greet is taking place Friday on the 24th. It would be cool to have everyone that entered so far join. You can check the details on how to join in the first post under the "Meet & Greet" section. I also want to say that the Xbox One meet has a 5-10% chance of being pushed to the next day as I may have work that day. Will let you guys know if there's any changes to the Xbox One date. PS4 is still on schedule, far as I know.

I've been saying this a lot but please spread the word! There's a week left for the first round and there's not as many entries as we expected to see. This is most likely the last forum "competition" of the year so ending with a bang would be great! Thank you to those that entered so far, wonderful stuff.

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Keep'em coming fellas! Good submissions so far and I had a good read too

[Sanches]

Sanches Net.

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Short info:

 

 

Surname: Net
First name: Sanches
Age: 30 y/o
Place of birth: Moscow, Russia
Nationality: Russian (former), Chernarussian (former), American.
Family: Alex (father, deceased), Mike (elder brother, missing), unnamed mother (missing).
Height: 6ft 1 inch / 186cm
Hair color: dark brown
Eye color: green
Affiliations: Krasnostav Car Service Garage (assistant), "Liberi Militum" Mercenary Agency (volunteer), Los-Santos Police Department (undercover detective), "D&S" PF (co-founder)
Aliases: S, Private Net, San.

 

 

 

 

 

Backstory:

 

 

 

 

Sanches was born in late 80-s in a poor family. He wasn't the only child, there was an one year older brother Mike. Relationship between his parent was rough. Times in Moscow was not the easiests ones, it was hard not just to find a job to take care of yourself, but to take care of entire family. Two years later of Sanches' born, his parents divorced. Father took both of the children and they moved to Chernarus due it's cheap living costs. And soon they arrived to eastern coast village - Beryozeno. Got a small loan of money and a cheap apartment in the nine-story living building.

Even though the prices was much smaller than in Russia, this country still suffered post-war times. Some time later father managed to get a job in the neighboring village's car garage. Soon both of the kids went to the school. Local kids didn't like outlanders so it was hard to make any friends for Sanches and his brother.
Time passed, but nothing much changed in Sanches' life. His only friend was his brother, his family lived in the poverty. At the age of 17 Sanches' brother offered him to help his family get some money. He offered to hold up a local newspaper kiosk. Sanches declined his offer stating that they might get in a serious trouble if they would get caught. But this didn't stop his brother from this job.

Another year passed, Sanches turned 18. He graduated his school. Even though his grades was far from the best, his english level was a bit better for a junior student. Now there was a choice - to countinue study or find a job to help his family. Sanches considered finding a job a higher priority at the time. Soon he got a job of assistant in the garage where his father was working at. There Sanches got the basic knowledge about cars' mechanics.

The "peacefull" days didn't last long. Some kind of unknown flu hit the eastern Chernarus. Most of grocery stores was closed due government orders for the sake of public health. Sooner the Chernarus border was closed and the International Disease Association announced Chernarus as a quarantine zone. At the first time this didn't caused much troubles, since most of the Chernarus populace got used to stay in the country and the tourism wasn't even a thing here.
Even though Sanches' family wasn't showing any of the flu symptoms, the quarantine atmosphere was stressing. The government's orders of limitations was more and more absurd. Starting from banning specific types of food, ending with the streets lockdown and communication restrictions. The television was out and the only way to know what's going outside during the lockdowns was radio. The radio could catch only a couple of music stations' signal and one specific station. This station was owned by a group of anarchists who was trying to "tell people the truth" about the government.
They told that this wasn't any kind of flu. This was an experimental type of biological weapon. Causing sick specimen's mental system to collapse, which will cause yet unknown behaviour and shortly after killing it's brain completely. But Sanches nor his family never heard about such cases.

The streets started to get patrolling by an army units equipped with biohazard defences. Such an act from the government side caused small amounts of people to riot. But it wasn't an actual riot. These people was the infected ones.

It required 17 days to have this country ruined. The government lost it's control, army abandoned their base camps, half of the police was killed and the other half joined the survivor groups. At the time of "compleat local apocalypse" Sanches' father has died when the garage got raided. Sanches was present there, but he didn't even understand what was going on before it's too late. The only option he had is to run away. In the hometown he met up with his brother in their apartment and decided to escape from the town. That was the start of 2 year quarantine surviving.

 

During the quarantine days, Mike was taking care of Sanches. His tough character helped both of them to survive. At the younger ages Mike was interested in sports, that led him to a strong body build for his ages. The older he was, the more experienced and independent he get. Who knew that this would make a good use in local hell. Mike was a good leader. But was he a leader because the group was made out of two people or that he was the responsible big brother? In any case Sanches thanked him for saving them.

In the place like this, the infected wasn't the main problem. Rioting people and armed groups was the biggest danger. Some groups wanted to assembly their own settlement for the sake of reborning the community. Other groups was wandering around "cleaning up" the mess: infected, government remnants and anyone who wasn't agreed with their point of view. For the first year Sanches and his brother joined with survivors group, which got a small village under their control - Polyana. This year was undoubtedly the hardest one in Sanches' life. He had to get used to blood, raids, sleepless nights, constant fear and lack of food.

Even though there is no "holiday" word in such place, but Mike still remembered Sanches' birthday. Sanches turned 19 years old. It was a nearly one year in the hell. And it went even worse during one memoriable night. The Polyana village raid. Sanches' lookout shift came to the end and he passed it to his brother. He made his way back to the tent and he was about to go sleep, but then gunshots started to blast around. Turned out, that the village was getting raided by another hostile group. Dwellers were outmanned and outgunned - automatic rifles against hunting shotguns and rifles. The choice was obvious - to fight an uneven battle or to hide in the woods. Sanches has choosen something between these two variants - to hide in the woods and try to shoot from there, using bushes as a cover. But this wasn't the best idea, since attackers were in the dark woods too. So the choice was to run away again, but he couldn't leave his brother that easily. The time was running as fast as adrenaline drops into Sanches' blood. He spent enough time waiting for the best moment to catch his brother and shoot hostiles. But minute passed after minute. Where's Mike? Sanches heard voices talking about dweller hiding among the bushes, he had no choise but run again, leaving Mike with hopes that he managed to escape.

So it has been 8 months of wandering alone. Alone or with random companions, which didn't stay for long. The massacre had it's consequences. The streets was empty. Just garbage and bodies were lying around, making that awfull smell. Most of the houses were cleaned up in terms of supplies: food, water, clothing and ammunition. Sanches' only option to make a living was to hunt for animals. Thankfully he found a kitchen knife in one of the houses, some customization turned it into a pocket blade, which helped him to make a makeshift bow and arrows for a hunt. He was spending his nights in random houses. He brought some wood inside and made a fireplace in more or less suitable place, barricaded the door and was looking straight into the fire. Fire gave him hope, it was always warm and bright, that's how Sanches got his obsession of lighting his lighter or matches later on. Pyromania.

At the end of the second year in the quarantine, the places were really deserted. Cars without fuel or the whole parts, abandoned houses with danger warning signs, piles of cremated bodies, improvised road barricades. At one point Sanches started to hear aircraft around. At the first time he thought that it was hallucinations due lack of sleep, but turned out later that helicopters were quite real. Sanches thought that he had nothing to lose anymore so he decided to try look where do helicopters land. It required 2 days to reach one helicopter, because they fly fast and each day they're heading in different directions. Turned out that it was mercenaries, who were doing evacuation jobs in Chernarus. As soon as Sanches reached one he was met unfriendly, being threated of getting shot and then cuffed, blindfolded and taken to the helicopter.
He finally escaped Chernarus Quarantine Zone, place which took his family and friends. Soon after a whole month of evacuation jobs, there was an order to nuke the place, cleaning up the infection. The order was accepted by a greater military. The Chernarus was erased.

The mercenary group who was in charge of evacuation jobs and brought Sanches out was "Liberi Militum" mercenary agency. A true army without face. Former soldiers, militia members, special order units and volunteers were given a chance to form up a professional mercenary group, who would do any job that governments and politicans are afraid to order their armies to. The head of "Liberi Militum" was a former US military sergeant, Afghanistan veteran, Robert Dann known by "Chief" codename.
Originally he was called "Chef", he got his nickname for his gas carrier case in Afghanistan. His group had an intel about OPFOR's camp, he was ordered to take them out at once. What he did was above the expectations, at night he infiltrated the camp and attached the remote controlled explosves to the two gas carriers. Then he triggered the explosion which caused an improved "napalm" strike from the both sides of the camp. For cooking OPFORs in the fire his squad members gave him "Chef" nickname which turned to "Chief" codename later.
Chief was sent back home after a serious injury, but shortly after he recived a secret order from his commanding office. It was a task to find and eliminate an US military deserter, who has too much on his hands - resources and intel. Chief accepted this job and was transported back to Afghanistan. At the time of searches, Chief had strange thoughts in his head. He was thinking about useless of modern battles. About soldiers doing useless work on the enemy's territory. About soldiers' reckeless acts. He imagined about one place, where soldiers' deeds would really make a difference.
Soon Chief managed to find this man, turned out that he was collecting men and recources to build a mercenary group with their own moral foundations. Chief offered his help and then he deserted from the US army himself, making that mercenary agency.

After arrival from Chernarus, Sanches was put into the medical bay quarantine platform for checking in. After day of the tests, turned out that Sanches wasn't infected by this virus. However it was ordered to destroy every item he had with himself. Clothing, equipment and supplies. Sanches asked for a huge favour - to save his blue scarf, since it's the only thing he have left from his family. Agency men accepted it and after numerous acid treatment the scarf was good to go.
Sanches passed the healing course, and he was asked where he should be sent to. To remaining family members, prison or streets. Sanches stated that he has nothing really left, so he wanted to join this mercenary agency. Management didn't really wanted to accept a CQZ survivor to their ranks, but at the end he was accepted as a cadet.

During his training days, Sanches got paired with another newbie. His name was Vitovt Danykowski. Vitovt knew much things about demolitions. He told that he used to be a sapper cadet for his motherland army, but he got rejected because of documents got tampered by someone. Then the agency contacted Vitovt and offered him to join their ranks.
It appears that Vitovt really likes America 40s thematics. He told that he used to dream about buying himself one of the vintage cars. He even once ripped off a magazine page with Roosevelt Valor's picture on it to save it for the future. He and Sanches became a friends, since Vitovt had a very easy character back in a days. Sanches finally found a person, who he can talk to after such events happened to him.

After nine months of the training he was known as a Private Net and sent to his first operation in Serbia. Operation "Silver Uranus". The goal of this mission was to find a local uranus trader Tura Silver and eliminate him to prevent future development of a nuclear weaponry. Sanches luckily got paired with Vitovt to aid their squads with intelligence, ressuply and communication service.
The task sounded not that hard, just to track down a single man and neutralize him. But sooner, squard realised that Tura Silver had his private defence forces. This lack of intel brought squad to a hard times trying to get to the Tura. The squad couldn't contact their agency before a certain day for the sake of not reveal their cover. This was a secret operation after all. Soon they came up with a plan to try make a deal with Tura. Squad sent 4 men: Sanches, Vitovt, Jakub and Adam to try contact Tura in terms of buying uranus.
This supposed to be a deal which should be compromised by rest of the squad when the time is right. But at the moment of contact, Tura realised that this was a fake deal and got the whole squad ambushed. During the shootout, Sanches and Vitovt managed to escape, thanks to makeshift smoke bombs. The rest of the squad was captured by Tura's men.
Sanches and Vitovt was left apart of the rest of the squad and the operation's success was depended on them. A day after they finally managed to contact agency and reported the situation. However, agency couldn't send any backup since it will cause local laws to raise suspicion on them. Everything that agency could do is to send a small airdrop with unmarked weapons and explosives, but they couldn't give the exact landing spot, just approximate coordinates. Sanches and Vitovt agreed under these circumstances and got left to wait for an airdrop.

Some time later they finally managed to find it. They unboxed the crate and found two CAR-15s, eight 5,56mm magazines, two 5,56 suppressor, nine Glock-18s complected with 2 extra magazines each, armored case filled with remote control explosives, detonator, 4 medical kits and extra food provision. They considered this as enough for a side objective - rescue the squad members.
Using the old intel which still covered actual Tura's transportation paths, Sanches and Vitovt have established a trap: rigging up the bridge with explosives, smoke bomb tripwire traps and vantage positions. There was a huge risk awaited for them, they had two options, to fail an objective by killing their squad members or getting themselves killed or succeed. They spent hours trying to mentaly prepare for such an act. Vitovt claimed that this situation was like in a cheap action movies, but Sanches was more negative, saying that risk of losing their squad members isn't worth the action, they should act accurate as possible.

Sooner they started to hear trucks comming. There was a convoy: one jeep in the front, one light armored vehicle, truck with the captured squad members in it and one more light armored vehicle behind. As soon as jeep reached other half of the bridge, Vitovt triggered the explosive, which caused bridge to blast 3 times and then fall in the river, taking jeep's wrecks and LAV with it. The truck's personnel exited a vehicle taking cover in the bushes nearby, but they've triggered the tripwire smoke bombs to go off. Seconds later the whole area around was covered in thick smoke, Sanches could get near the truck and quickly uncuff his squad. Then he gived out pistols and told to capture the LAV behind them.
Thanks to Vitovt's cover from above he managed to keep remain personnel busy, the squad did capture LAV and forced it's personnel to drive back to Tura's place. Later that day squad arrived to Tura's camp and thanks to LAV's cover they could repeat Trojan's Horse strategy. It required about 2 hours to take control over the camp. Most of the time they've spent on negotiations with opposing forces, their main argument was Tura Silver in the hostages. Tura's forces accepted to surrender and after that it was safe to contact the agency, since 90% of a mission was complete and now they could call the shots wiht the local laws.
Tura was taken in the custody and squad was taken back to the base at one piece. This case got the Chief's attention. He personally thanked Sanches and Vitovt for saving his men and still managing to succeed with the operation. Later he awarded them with agency's medals of merit.

Years passed, Sanches got respect among his comrades. He finally thought that he's in a place where he belongs to. He participated in other numerous operations, but then started to think as himself as a killer. "No way i could even imagine killing someone 5 years ago. I saved my squad in Serbia, i participated in hostage rescue missions, but i can't get over the killing part. I can't feel sorry for those who's on the opposite side of my scope. Am i getting used to it?". Sanches asked his commandings to lower his priority as a rifleman. They argued at first, because Sanches was good at shooting, but later on they offered him a place in infiltrators ranks. Special squad, made from spies. Sanches understood that this is one of the options how to help the agancy without killing anyone so he agreed that offer.
He has been trained a close quarter melee combat, a perfect way of neutralizing a target without killing it, but it wasn't enough for Sanches. He wanted to make sure about safety of him and his target both. He asked agency's gun mechanic for a favor. A custom made weapon, Colt .45 converted to custom .22 tranquilizer darts. The mechanism was taken from Ruger TQ pistol, but the gun's look surely reminded M1911 due it's comfortably handling. Finally the gun was born, mechanic couldn't solve some of the problems. It was lack of bullet travel speed armor piercing and the drug itself was pretty expensive. But this was satisfying enough for Sanches.
Sanches' infiltration trainings wasn't yet complete. Commandings stated, that there was lack of trusted hands in the primary squads. So they made Sanches to go back to his previous squads.

One day a contract came to the agency along with some intel. An order to eliminate Dennis Roketa. Intel said, that he possesses a mysterious virus vials, Z-virus. Sanches realised that he could be responsible for what happened to Chernarus, if he could capture Dennis, he could get anwsers from him. Sanches volunteered to participate in the operation. The intel also gave an approximate Dennis' location - Southern San-Andreas.
Since San-Andreas had a peacefull situation there wasn't any needs to send an armed group. It was a two man job. Sanches offered Vitovt to accompany him in that mission and he accepted the offer. There was some problems on the other hand. The agency didn't have any contacts in San-Andreas, which meant that agency won't be able to actively support this operation. However, the agency promised to make a fake documents, which would help Sanches and Vitovt to join ranks of a local police department, so they'll have more rights than just a civilian and it would make easier to track down their target. After briefing Sanches and Vitovt moved to Los-Santos by public transit.

At the first they didn't have much with themselves, just passports and a small sum of money. The idea was to gather as much intel as possible before joining the police forces.
The starting plan was to raise money. Vitovt offered a freelance jobs, because it would help to get money and information from many different sources and areas at one shot. After buying a small house in a desert settlement northern of Los-Santos, they started to operate.
Although Sanches lived in poverty once again, he had completely different feelings. He was his own man, he was surrounded by new beautiful-and-not landscapes, different people, different cars, different rules. He never paid attention to his surroundings during his usual missions in the agency, but this time new place really got his attention.
So the freelance days begun. Firstly Sanches and Vitovt stated themselves as any professionals as long this would get them the job. Even tho they didn't succeed all of the time, they were slowely making their way further, but still they failed to find any informationg about Dennis Roketa.
Eventually they got enough money to buy an apartment in the Los-Santos, Del Perro district. About the same time they were contacted to meet up with a man from the agency to get the fake documents. Documents stated that both of them graduated law school and got degree in criminology area. Soon they got an appointment in the Mission Row Police Department and successfully got their job as detectives. This was the end of their freelance days and operation "Rocket" has been started.

As long as they were newbie detectives, PD couldn't let them full entry to their databases, they had to gain trust. So this led to an actual detective job. Unfortunatelly, both of them wasn't great detectives, just Vitovt atleast could act as an detective because of movies he watched back in a days. But Sanches wasn't feeling himself at the right spot. Eventually most of their cases ended up without being solved or the culprit was being killed. This sounded more like acts of vigilante, not like detective job. Their acts got sheriff's attention. He told that their progression was actually good, since most of the criminals are easily escaping their judgment thanks to their real-or-not lawyers. That's how they both got a promotion.
Finally Sanches and Vitovt got a bigger security access so they could enter the PD database on their own. Even though they couldn't find a man called "Dennis Roketa" they've found a man matching his appearance, the database stated that his name was "Dean Mennis", but there wasn't any actual information about him although. Sanches and Vitovt atleast had a point to begin their search.
Weeks later they managed to trace Dennis down and "apperhend him on suspicion of murder". On the way back to the car, Sanches and Vitovt saw that some men were staying near their car. Turned out that they were Dennis' men and they started to shoot. The shootout wasn't long, as one of Dennis' men threw a grenade towards Sanches and Vitovt. They didn't have much time to react, they could just dive away releasing Dennis. The explosion triggered and Sanches got blast concussed. The next moment he couldn't hear anything or see stuff legibly. He saw three black figures coming towards familiar orange one. That could be Dennis and his men approaching to finish up Vitovt. Sanches took his chance, pulled out his police service pistol and with his last breath holding, did 5 shots. He didn't see if he actually got his targets or not and then fell completely unconscious.

Sanches woke up the next day in the Mount Zonah medical center. Vitovt told Sanches about what happened that day. That Sanches saved him and killed Dennis. Vitovt found 2 Z-virus vials on him and successfully destroyed them later. But because of these quick action Sanches failed to get the anwsers from Dennis. Anwsers about Z-virus and about the Chernarus incident. But atleast his family was avenged. So they may rest in piece now.
Days after Sanches was discharged from the hospital and he contacted his agency to inform about mission's success. Agency's commandings ordered him and Vitovt to get back to the base, but Sanches declined the order. He wanted to make a deal with the agency. Sanches remembered that they don't have any contacts in San-Andreas, he offered to build a undercover company in Los-Santos, which will serve to the agency as San-Andreas contact. Commandings declined this deal as expected, but then Chief himself told that he will come to the Los-Santos and ordered Sanches and Vitovt to be on standby. He clearly had some plans in his head.
After Chief's arrival he reached Sanches and Vitovt. They discussed the plan of creating a company. The plan was to make an undercover PF, which will make money, collect intel, manpower and resources to send a percentage to the agency. The cover would be a kickstarting company. Both sides agreed with that plan and soon "D&S" PF was registered in Del Perro district of Los-Santos.

The first years in Los-Santos wasn't easy. Getting an undercover company started was a problematic even with the agency's budget been given. Firstly to make a kickstarting company, they would need a fame to make. Vitovt offered to invest money to Pißwasser and some of the movie companies. So they did and soon this gave them a name to begin with. Now some of the people are talking about "a newborn kickstartking company in western LS". On the other hand, investing money wouldn't bring money that fast. Sanches and Vitovt agreed together to start a criminal work - gun dealing, illegal car export and wet work contracts.
A vehicle warehouse has been established in La Mesa and a warehouse for illegal goods has been established in Banning. The international contracts provided the safe supply chain to be manufactured and exported from Los-Santos. Even though at the time D&S already had some reliable men, mostly Sanches and Vitovt were solving company's problems. Sometimes it was just a money question, but sometimes the solving required a brute force.

Now time passed in sun soaked city - Los-Santos. Year after year, he entrenched in the city for sure this time. Since he was a criminal, he had to be cautious and try to hide his identity. What was the best way of hiding your face and not look suspicious? Sanches found an anwser in the moto helmet. He never really was interested in being a rider or a biker, but this could provide a good cover plus serve a good way to push back his problems for a brief moment. Now the question was: rider or biker? Bikers are usually a gangs, so they would stand out too much. Riders are most common event to see in the city, so this did well for him.
Although of being a criminal, he felt like this was a new home for him, where he lives and probably going to die. But sometimes he asked himself "Why am i doing these stuff? For money? For power? I've never had a lust for money nor power. I've always wanted to live peacefully with my brother. And who am i now? A man who lost his family in a worst way possible. A man who took lifes of maybe a hundred people. I will never have forgiveness!". Such memories finally caused a somewhat mental problems, which distracted Sanches from his work.

One day Sanches was on the one of his daily rides. He was passing a crossroad and he saw a vehicle approaching him. He quickly turned away and hit the obstacle. He hit his head hard, but luckily for him he still had his helmet on. When he opened his eyes he found himself lying on his back. The vision was blury, but he saw a figure coming towards him. He slowly started to recognize a woman's figure. After reaching him, Sanches realisied that it definitely was a woman. She approached him and asked if everything was ok. Sanches replied "I survived hell and a local war not to die hitting a dumpster". Such an anwser gave her a thought that Sanches got a brain injury from that traffic accident and she offered to escort him to the hospital, but Sanches declined. Although Sanches insisted that everything was ok, the unnamed woman still escorted him to his house in terms to make sure if he was ok.
In front of the house Sanches wanted to have a little chat with her, atleast to get her name. During the talk it turned out that her name was Anna and she's a nomad, traveling across the country, looking for a better place to settle in. Anna definetly didn't have place to live in Los-Santos yet, so Sanches offered her to live in his house for a couple of days. That put a beginning of Sanches' romantic realationship with Anna.

 

 

 

 

 

Interview:

 

 

Zack: Good evening, LS! My name is Zack Pai and im your favorite cyber sport commentator nobody knows about! So, yesterday i found an invitation mail to conduct an interview. I threw out that mail and today's morning i was forced to... Politely asked to think one more time about this interview, and here i am! So, today a certain man needs my help for some contest or something. Please, meet Sanches!
*Sanches enters room*
Sanches: Hello, my name's Sanches.
Zack: Belive me, everyone in this hall knows you. Because it's filled with your employees.
Sanches: That's *cough* a lie.
Zack: Ok, we should start the questions. You gave me that note... Ugh, what a handwritting...

Sanches: That's the first time i see this paper.
Zack: Say Sanches, why do you wish to get a title of Mr.LS?
Sanches: Well, at the first point i just wanted to support the hype. You know, Mr.LS staff did a hard job organizing the stuff. But now im getting hyped myself. I've spent enough time on my entry and i want to see how far am i gonna get.
Zack: How much time did you spent on your entry?
Sanches: Enough, trust me.
Zack: How adorable... Now tell us about your family origins and ethnicity. I mean, your surname is pretty odd for man born in eastern countries.
Sanches: To be honest, as long as i had an opportunity to ask, i never actually was interested about our family name. I remember, once i asked why i was named as "Sanches". My father told me that he came up with this name because of some beer brand. Same goes to my brother. Our... father used to have problems with an alcohol.
Zack: Very well. Are you willing to tell us more about your family?
Sanches: No.
Zack: How informative! Coming up with the next question. You mentioned a guy called "Vitovt". Can you tell us about him?
Sanches: Of course. Sometimes i refered about him as "Danyko", this came from his surname "Dankowski". He was born in lithuania even tho half of his family was polish, other half was russian. I can't really remember. I've met him in Liberi Militum. Very reliable man. We were a roommates and we got paired together in most of the operations i've participated in. A uniqe guy. For example, he's stuck in 20th century. He always sharp dressed as some italian mafia mob, he listents to retro songs, he even bought that vintage car called Roosevelt. He rarely drives it, it's just for the show, i guess. With all that expensive stuff, he's never afraid to do a dirty job. He was our sapper. His demoman skills helped us out many times. I'd say more, but our airtime is limited.
Zack: And now tell us about your time in Chernarus. I've heard lots of bad news about this country. Please tell us what exactly happened there.
Sanches: I prefer not.
Zack: Why not?
Sanches: Trust me, you don't want to know.
Zack: Ooo, mystery man. Ok, are you going to tell us about your service in Liberi Militum? I've heard that they're mercenary group. Is that true?
Sanches: Correct. This agency are mercenary for sure. Not just some trible milita, but real professionals. I mean, not the every single man there... You get it. Anyways, after i "moved" from Chernarus, i volunteered to Liberi Militum. Thanks to that, i was in Europe, Asia and America. Our leader was a called by his codename "Chief". Probably the most serious man i've ever seen. Im not sure how to describe it, but it felt like he radiated morale. It felt so good to have a leader like this.
Zack: Well, that's some delirious stuff to hear. Let's talk about your outfit. Why do you wear that scarf now? It's LS, it's hot!
Sanches : Oh, that thing. This was a birthday gift from my brother. This is the only thing i managed to save from my old times. This thing helped me out in one and half winter, but now it serves as a good neck muffler, since i ride.
Zack: Alright. And what about your shoes?
Sanches: What about my boots?
Zack: Im totally okay if you brought them from your mercenary wardrobe, but you could atleast clean them time to time.
Sanches: Heh, i do. But i often got things to do at the places where there's no asphalt. It's especially pain when there was a rain recently. You know, mud...
Zack: Haha, first Mr.LS participant who's walking around in pair of dirty boots. Moving up. What brought you to LS?
Sanches: My contract with Liberi Militum has expired. I had a good service then, but i though that it should come to the end. So Vitovt did the same. We established at Sandy Shores first. Not the best way to meet a San-Andreas. But we didn't stick there long, we moved to Del Perro district shortly. This is where our new lives begun. You know, shining posters everywhere, classy cars! A whole different atmosphere!
Zack: To countinue with LS topic. What's the purpose of D&S company?
Sanches: Ah, that was mostly Vitovt's idea. He was obsessed with movies and he wanted to help the cinematograph. He wanted to start investing money in it, but i offered him to go a bit further. To make a kickstarting company, who will fund movies and other clients. Turned out to be a good idea.
Zack: You have been in LS for some time now. Do you have any connections in this city?
Sanches: Well, i got a regular customer ticket in one of Ammu-Nation's shooting range. The evening shift cashier is a guy, called Jerry. He always speaking about his time in Vietnam, even though he looks young for a 'nam veteran. Uhhh, Bahama-Mamas guard knows us. In a good way, don't get funny ideas. His name's Igor. A cool guy to talk to. Damn, that's hard to remember other ones for now.
Zack: Any girlfriend?
Sanches: Heh, actually im seeing someone. A riding angel, the most beautiful wo...
Zack: Too bad, our time is coming to end. Are you going to say something for our viewers?
Sanches: Uhh. Remember, prank calls are outdated, kids.
Zack: It was a Sanches Net from Russia... Chernarus... The hell, i can't even get it right now. Thanks for staying by! My name is Zack Pai, make sure to stalk my page at LifeInvader, hit me up with likes on my Snapmatic - @Zaktopher76.
*Zack is being dragged away by D&S employees*
Zack: Also you can see me commentating tonight's internet chess championship at twit...
*Door closed*

 

 

 

 

 

Photos:

 

 

 

Sanches at LS Summer Festival 2016.

 

 

Sanches and his war buddy - Vitovt "Danyko" Dankowski (on the left).

 

 

Old photo from Liberi Militum. Sanches at the second half of his 20s.

 

 

During his weekly shooting range visits.

 

 

Getting ready for a ride.

 

 

Sanches with his favorite motorcycle - Akuma.

 

 

 

 

 

Facts:

 

 

• Most of the times seen with a moto helmet on.
• Favorite color - green.
• Was an owner of custom made tranquilizer Colt.
• Sometimes randomly lights matches.
• Wears scarf at any time of year.
• Scarf is a reminder of his past and his family.
• Knows the basics of close quarter melee combat.
• Has basic knowledge of gun and car mechanics.
• Aims with the left eye.
• Owned a Vapid Dominator.
• Small wardrobe. Prefers not to point out with suits. Prefers to stay in the "same colors" most time of the year.
• Ordered a custom car plates "SNCHZ".
• Motorcycle of choice - Akuma.
• Regularly visits shooting range.
• Prefers hoods instead of hats.
• Still has a button phone.
• Never showed an interest of finding his mother.
• Appears to have nightmares often.
• Mutters while thinking.
• Sometimes talks to himself.

 

 

 

 

 

Extras:

 

 

 

Some more photos, which shouldn't be counted for judgement.

I've made more material for this entry, but couldn't put it into final version. I though that it would be shame just to scrap it, so i'll just leave them here.

Some of the pictures refer to facts or interview section. Still they can serve for better understanding of the character's bio.

 

 

Abandoned Sanches' Dominator, left for better days.

 

 

Memory photo before operation "Silver Uranus" featured Sanches with his friends.

 

 

Who needs hats when you got your hood on.

 

 

Unnamed extra #1

 

 

Unnamed extra #2

 

 

Unnamed extra #3

 

 

Unnamed extra #4

 

 

Unnamed extra #5

 

 

Unnamed extra #6

 

 

Unnamed Extra #7

 

 

 

 

 

Credits and comments:

 

 

 

 

Firstly, i would like to thank following guys: Alvarez, Mashiro and Vitovt for helping me out with memory photo pictures. I wouldn't do this on my own, thanks guys!
I also would like to thank you for reading all this stuff, i hope that my grammar and imagination didn't kill you. And of course credit goes to Mr.LS staff. I wanted to do my game character's bio for a long time and you, guys, encouraged me to finally do so.

 

Ok, now i would like to give some comments regarding my entry (there's nothing much to read, mostly moans and stuff )

Booya, i've spent solid 10 hours of writing editing and re-editing my backstory. Of course i had a lots of ideas way before i've started to write this one. As i already told, i wanted to write my game bio long time ago, because of all RolePlay projects i've participated in.

But this bio is a bit different. Let's call it offtopic. I've had to do many changes, because if i'd stick with the original story, i couldn't show it to you on the screenshots, because i had to use mods and photoshop for adding certain elements, items and better animations.

It's also shame that i failed to give more attention to Chief and Anna in my bio and pictures, since they had a lot bigger role in the original backstory. Making pictures with them was impossible due lack of actors. I wanted Chief to have a specific facial features, but nobody from my friends wanted to spend 100k for changing their characters' faces (and i don't blame them). Portraying Anna wasn't that hard, since moto helmet covered the face and only clothing and hair would do the job. But every friend with a female character in GTA O got their game removed at the moment (Gad, buy that freakin' SSD finally!).

I also started to get a feeling of my bio turning into some kind of fanfic at the ending. Ugh, i always was bad at describing realationship between people.

The original bio is somewhat darker and more unrealistic. Original one isn't published anywhere yet, but if you really wish to get the idea what is it about, then i'll recommend you to read "life way" and "quotes" sections on my forum profile.

 

P.S. Some of the moments in backstory and interview do not converge. This was made on purpose. Criminal can't talk about his acts, after all.

Oh and also im going to share you with the music i was listening to while making this. Not sure why, but why not?

(it's not a propaganda! I just like the sound)

 

There was a lot more, but i can't find their versions on YT.

 

 

Edited November 27, 2017 by Sanches

[catmandoza]

Spent most of my afternoon at work starting an entry, will hopefully finish it tonight or tommorow night

[IceDree]

That was a nice party, Juan. I enjoyed the wine & the company. Too bad about the reporter ... Those dang PostOp vans are killing people every time they show up. Uh well, at least it was instantaneous & he didn't suffer.

 

Excellent bio Mr Testarossa, I eagerly waiting to see if Mr. Whitehall would live up to your name & sure enough he deliveried in the Thugazi special.

 

Man, Sanches you weren't kidding! Excellent bio & Fun read.

 

 

Excellent entries, guys! Cheers!

[PwnageSoldier]

I'll never live up to your stuff Sanches, nice job!

 

Working on my entry, but I'm not positive if I'll be able to enter it in time, I have tons of work piled up on me right now haha.

[Killer Whale]

Brody Cavanaugh

 

Name: Brody Cavanaugh
Place of birth: Leftwood, Alderney
Age: 24
Affiliations: IAA
Favorite car: Turismo Classic
Favorite food: Anything from Up-n-Atom.
Likes: Extreme sports, diving, provoking cops and losing them.
Dislikes: Cluckin Bell, people parking next to him who honk their horn, LJT.

His story (With some musical accompaniment)

Like many other spoiled kids, Brody grew up having anything his dad's Megalodon Shark Card could pay for. The best cars, the best clothing, the best computers, the most superficial and douche bros on that side of Liberty. Love? Compassion? His parents were too busy in the office staring at the computer screen for hours, focusing on making more money than theyll be able to spend in three lifetimes. They didnt have time to educate a teen, or teach him the value of money. Whatever hijinks Brody got into, an army of lawyers and a case full of money always came along. They couldnt allow for a scandal to damage their reputation, but they wouldnt restrict his only son of any privileges he deserved. Every morning, he goes into poolside to work on his tan with nothing more but an aqua speedo. Then, he would skip lunch, slip inside his gaudy ProLaps trisuit, chug four cans of Junk Energy Drink and jump into three triathlons around Liberty with his bros, always winning against new competitors. After getting the chemicals off his system, he spent his afternoons on the abandoned mansion on Westdyke, waiting for his bros to engage on never-ending raves at Bahama Mamas, and then driving home in dads Turismo while under the influence of a dozen drugs. Rinse and repeat.

However, at times, Brody thought that doing the same thing every day wasnt fulfilling him anymore. He loved the chase, the thrill; opening a parachute 100 meters above the water, doing 175mph on the Plumbers Skyway. But his bros always seemed to repeat the same drivel, Pjanoo played every single night on the Bahama Mamas he wanted to do something differentfast. One morning, he sat on the kitchen table with his dad reading the newspaper.

"Umm hey dad. Do you want to do something tonight? There's a game between the Warriors and the Penetrators on TV, if you want to watch it together."

But he got no response from his father.

"Or, I dunno, we can play golf at the Golden Pier. We can hit the caddies."

No response from the father, still immersed on the newspaper. Brody got up and left to his room. He stayed there all day. The next day, he caught his dad on the same spot reading the newspaper.

"Dad, hey! Brody exclaimed cheerfully as he sat opposite to him, We can go to Hercu-- I mean, Honkers. I hear they're having this hot Eastern-European chick tonight." But his dad didn't respond only to add to Brody's annoyance, "What did I do now?" Brody sighed, still not getting response, Dad, we haven't talked, like, in ages. "Say something." He grabbed the newspaper and threw it to the ground, Say something! He shouted, but the dad did nothing. He just stared at Brody for a few seconds, stood up, grabbed the mess of papers on the floor, sat down and continued reading. Annoyed, Brody got up and knocked the chair to the floor. Upstairs, he could see his mother on her office, staring at the computer monitor, jotting down notes and muttering undecipherable jargon. "Hey mom guess what. Snook from down the street invited me to a party tonight at Middle Park East." This time no response from the mother. Brody rubbed his face and sighed before marching in and turning the monitor off, "Can you listen to me for once?" The mother didn't pay attention to his defiant tone and turned the monitor on again. Brody left the room upset and locked himself on his bedroom. The next day, he notices his mother is not in her office. Going down to the kitchen, his dad is not there, either. He let out an exasperated sigh as he came to terms for what was going on: his parents really didn't care about him and it bothered him now. It angered him. So now, he was going to make them care.

Mr. and Ms. Cavanaugh were incredibly adept at keeping their finances as credible as possible. But Brody knew what they were into and where they stored sensitive information for extraordinary activities. Their only mistake was to leave everything in a safe at home. Thankfully, his degenerate uncle living back in Ludendorff taught him how to open small safes. It was all there; thick dossiers detailing every wrongdoing from his parents: Money laundering, racketeering, embezzlement, insider trading, tax evasion, securities fraud, forgery, bribery and computer fraud. Brody mailed the thick envelope full of evidence to Liberty Tree, and immediately abandoned the house for good. He knew what he was sacrificing: a life of endless luxuries and open doors. But he abhorred it. He hated the thought of becoming a soulless automaton like his parents. A day later, the scandal blew up on all national media outlets, denouncing The Cavanaughs as partially responsible for the stock market crash from two years prior. Mr. and Ms. Cavanaugh were arrested at Francis International trying to flee the country and are being held awaiting trial.


As for Brody, he knew $2,000 werent going to last him three days on Algonquin, so he applied for a job on the Cluckin Bell in Wardite and Exeter. Pay was decent, hours were long, but at least managers didnt bother him that much. His tiny apartment on Northwood drained his monthly income, so he needed to find another option. He met a colleague at work named Dylan, who needed a roommate to share expenses, so they both agreed. Dylan was a curious being. Ridiculously long hair and a chiseled face that would make any Nordic guy red of envy. As risk taker as his counterpart, sans the money to show it. Brody parachutes close to the ground, Dylan beats up guys all night at the fight club. As time passed, they discovered how many things they had in common, and hanging out at the pubs around Liberty became a daily habit. They got close and developed a level of trust no strangers in Liberty would nurture. Having seen and hearing him extremely drunk at times, he accidentally let out several hints that he was into guys. Brody had this burning question inside that he didnt know how to break it to him. Fortunately, he didnt have to anything, as one day coming back from work, he encountered Dylan wearing his ProLaps trisuit.

"Dude, where did you get this? Its so comfortable."

"Take it off."

"It's like I'm wearing nothing at a"

"Dude, take it off! That was 2,200 dollars."

"You know how many games we could buy with 2,200 dollars?"

"Come on, man. Take it off, or I'll take it off ya."

"Oh, really?" Dylan smiled coyly, holding the zipper, "Well then take it off me."

The doubts were gone. With a smile, Brody walked right to him.

Nothing has seemed to change after a year. Mr. and Ms. Cavanaugh were sentenced to 40 years in prison with possibility of parole, the Cluckin' Bell at Wardite and Exeter closed down again for good due to health code violations, and Brody and Dylan's apartment now has one king-sized bed. Their living now was stealing cars from Stevie, from old beaters to high-end cars. Thanks to that, they managed to live comfortably on that small Northwood apartment. Apart from that, Stevie was planning something big. He wasn't known for stealing cars at a big scale, but he was tired of living of bread and water and barely making a profit on the stolen cars he resells. One day he calls Brody and Dylan and asks them to come to his garage to discuss something big. Three other guys were there. Middle aged, scruffy. All of them were Russians. It was then when Stevie led their attention to the planning board.

A Silicon Valley superpower is coming from Los Santos in a few days to sell five Grottis to a Middle-East oil baron. The vehicles are the Stinger GT, a Turismo Classic, a Cheetah Classic, a Turismo R and a top-secret prototype. Stevie's sources indicate him the vehicles will arrive escorted by Merryweather Security at the Tudor port; taking them head-on would be suicide. There's an angle that will allow them to get close to the cars. The oil baron loves racing, so the seller has arranged some sort of test drive over a closed circuit in Alderney, which is where the five get in. They must dress as the drivers and take their place. Drive for a little bit to not arise suspicions and leave the course when the chopper isnt looking. Avoid Merryweather at all costs, as they'll try to damage the cars. Then, get all cars to the abandoned warehouse on Bohan Industrial.

The day of the heist arrived. Clad in matching Grotti racesuits and helmets, they made their way to the compound in Tudor where the cars were stored. Dylan had to ride the Cheetah, Brody the Turismo Classic. They sped their way out of the compound up to Booth Tunnel while the other three went up to Hickey Bridge. Brody took the Algonquin Bridge route, while Dylan was heading for Northwood. But the other guys weren't communicating.

"Hey, D, you there? The other guys aren't communicating."

"I know, B. I don't know--"

Brody heard a massive crash, silence and another crashing sound, like metal and steel violently creaking.

"D? D, talk to me!" Brody shouted desperately, but the only thing he could hear was a repeated bumping sound and glass breaking.

"Middle Park. We've been--" He was cut off by a hail of automatic gunshots.

on the bridge and sped up towards Middle Park, weaving between cars. He could see massive black turreted vehicles blocking his way into Algonquin again, but he just passed through the small gap between trucks. Black Mesas were following him now, trying to hit the back tires. Going up on Frankfort, one of the SUVs hit him on the back tire, making him spin out uncontrollably. Taking out a pistol he had inside the jumpsuit, he shot he noticed a flipped car in fire inside the park. It was the Cheetah, now reduced to melting steel. He saw some dead guys around. He drove the car inside the park and ran over some goons sporting automatic weapons. He got out and grabbed an SMG and ran for the bathroom, riddling whoever held a weapon and got on his way. Dashing towards goons, he skillfully disarmed one or two and executed them with their own SMG, while he snapped the necks of other two and used them as a shield, making mince meat out of the rest with what seemed to be an acrobatic dance of death. When every A bearded guy on an impeccable white suit held Dylan on a chokehold with a weapon trained on his chin. Brody had the machine gun on the guy, aiming for his head.

"If there's one thing Ive learned in Dubai its to never let people get in the way of your mone--"

A gunshot in the head cut the guy short and released Dylan from his grip.

"Sorry to cut you off there but there is something I have learned: people do talk a lot of bullsh*t."

Dylan cut him off by giving him a hug that Brody returned.

"Hey, hey it's all okay. It's all okay. Let's get out of here."

They left the park immediately on the Turismo. As they went up north, they saw the other three cars smashed; torn like aluminum paper. Different smears of blood on the pavement only meant the occupants had a nasty end. They made their way towards the abandoned warehouse on Bohan Industrial, where Stevie was waiting for them. Situation was not good: The seller found out who they were and wants them dead. By killing the oil baron, they were marked men. And their buyer didn't get any of the cars he was promised, so his people will hunt them down. So, they needed to leave the city immediately before they could pinpoint their location. But they needed to separate, something Brody disagreed on. It was Dylan who convinced him to part ways, promising Brody that hell let him know somehow that he was okay. After Dylan packed what he could on his Marbelle, Brody said goodbye on a very affectionate way. Soon after, Dylan drove away towards Vice City. Stevie told him he was leaving for somewhere in Europe, so he left him a Manana to drive away wherever he wanted. He climbed in, waved at Stevie and also

, finally leaving Liberty.


Los Santos wasn't what he imagined when he saw it through the plane window. Even the welcoming party was underwhelming for Brody. He found Lamar very annoying, and wanted to knock his head with the butt of the Beretta he gave him. It was almost a year after the botch car heist, and Brody was still coping about leaving everything behind for a new city. San Andreas, at first, seemed incredibly bland and barren. Making money was unbearably hard, and everything was expensive. As his quest for riches started, he encountered many unsavory characters who, despite being horrible people, had money to pay. To do their dirty work, Brody had no choice but to join other people who looked for the same. As time went by, there were more opportunities in the form of heists. From a small bank to a big one, Brody finally rolled in the big money. And even more opportunities began to pop up. He wasnt good at selling stolen goods, but he was excellent at driving cars. So, after buying an office and a warehouse in La Mesa, he started his own enterprise: SpandX Packaging Company, a front for vehicle import/export.

Like with every starting enterprise, things were hard. Maniacs on the street blowing up cars from the competition, or just any random car and he wouldn't let them destroy his way of living. Walking on Sandy Shores one night after nabbing a truck for Trevor, he felt a sting on his neck. Thinking it was a mosquito the size of a football, he paid little attention until starting to feel woozy and lightheaded. Last thing he saw it was the floor getting closer.

"Wakey, wakey!" A familiar voice woke him up. Brody couldn't make much of the several silhouettes as his head was still spinning and the lights were right on him, "Good, hes up."

As his eyes settled, he could see what was going on. He was in an abandoned place, tied on a chair and only in his short shorts. A bunch of heavily armed masked guards with rifles circled him. And the devil himself in front of him: Agent 14, holding his wallet.

"Soo, Brody. That's what your driver's license says, right? Bro-dee Ca-va-nog." He then throws the wallet away, "Today's your lucky day."

Brody sighed and slowly shook his head, "I thought I did all those jobs for you, man. Why are you still popping up?"

"He talks?" He turns around to the guards, "I thought he had his tongue cut off. Whatever." He turns to Brody again, "I have a business proposition for you."

"If it's stealing the Union Depository, forget about it. I'm not gonna work for chump change anymore."

"No, no, no, no, no! I'm way above heists now. Thanks to your solid work with Rachkovsky and Humane, I've been put on good words with my superiors. So now, I have my own death squad. Agents from here and there with the sole purpose to kill without anyone knowing they were there."

"And where do I fit in?"

"It's just a matter of Quid Pro Quo. I want you to be somehow part of my death squad, unofficially, and take care of my dirty laundry, if you get my drift."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But why would I want to do that?"

"I noticed you have a legitimate enterprise that's struggling due to the persistent action of other players. If you do whatever I order you to do, I'll provide you full immunity to operate throughout San Andreas. No one will interrupt your more-than-legitimate vehicle exchange."

"Of all people, why me?"

"Because you, my friend, you're one of the top specimens I've ever seen operating in the field. You thought Rachkovskys breakout and the info gathering at Humane was just to pay you? We were watching all of you closely; seeing how degenerates like you operate under pressure and interact with each other. And you consistently showed efficiency and determination out there while many others got themselves discovered by some sh*thead scientist for the 100^th time. You're wasting potential against those low-tier losers. We need young people, strong people capable of achieving change."

Brody leaned his head forward in a menacing manner, "There's only one condition Ill do this: I'm not gonna be a government stoolie, not yours or anyone else's. Just an independent contractor. And I want a good incentive for this."

"Technically, those were two conditions, but I'll bite. Those incentives are not gonna be easy."

"Just make them happen. Soon."

"So I take it we have a deal, then." He extended his hand towards Brody, immediately noticing his hands were tied, "Oh, my bad." Agent 14 then walks away and claps his hands, getting all guards pacing behind him, "Okay people! Lets get a move on. Don't worry Bro-dee, well call you."

One of the guards broke the ziptie that held his hands back and joined the rest. Now what Brody only needed to do was to find his pants.



As much as Agent 14 gave him the creeps, he delivered. Every car he misappropriated and sold was met with no interruptions from external people from the company. He even made colleagues who help him to sell cars from time to time, surprised to see no interference. He was making a lot of money with the import/export business, but there was something he still yearned more than money. Came the holidays and he was in a down mood. One morning, as he entered the office, he saw a wrapped package on the bottom of the Christmas tree. There was no tag from who it was from. As he tore the paper apart, his eyes grew wider as he saw the contents inside it. A black bodysuit with glowing purple and blue stripes. As he opened it, a card fell from it. He picked it up and inspected it. A postcard with an image of the Ocean Beach hotels, with something written below in cursive. Wish you were here, B. Awestruck, Brody got up and searched for every room on his office to find nothing. He then looked outside of the office window, to the snow covered Del Perro Beach. He was still alive, and he managed to know where he was. And he still cared. But being states apart,

Extras

These are to not be considered for the contest

 

Edited November 28, 2017 by Mr_No