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Suh dudes? Name's Llama.

Stuff I Like
- Dungeons and Dragons (Real RPG)
- Video Games (The Last of Us is my favorite game)
- Photography (I'm a professional, so it's kinda my thing)
- Film (Currently in Film School)
- Dogs (...no explanation needed)
- Good Rappers (J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, Joyner Lucas, etc.)

Stuff I Don't Like
- People. (Jk, but I'm a super introvert)
- Cats (The antithesis of dogs)
- Lil Yachty, Lil Pump, Lil Xan, Lil Baby (You get the point)

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I actually realized the Thomas name thing too xD It's fine since they're in different gangs. You guys can settle the jobs however you like.
@Blox - Your character is accepted as well as the idea that you PM'd me. On a side note: that is one sharply dressed guy, I will say.

@Czechmate46 - Honestly, I'm not sure either. He could be the overseer of the warehouse or something of that sort, or if you have other ideas, I'm open.
@Czechmate46

You character is accepted. Just needing to know: What position are you wanting your character to have in the gang? (Noted that you mentioned a rather high position)

Voltus_Ventus said
Crown City Cartel (W.I.P.)Dramatization: *long drag from cigarette, Exhale* I've often been asked, what does The Cartel do? We don't seem to make a huge impact on everyday life because we don't. We let everyone live the way they want to, all we want is to give them peace of mind that their homes, businesses and families will be safe from the influence of the other "groups" in Crown City. We provide quality insurance and muscle to back it up, for the right fee of course, people often claim that we force some of our clients to join our program but after a quick word with our PR they seem to understand what we do is completely legitiment. We aren't thugs, aren't drug runners or arms smugglers, we run classy businesses and make tidy sums from them, it's just some people don't understand that, some people just want to wreck everything! Do you hear me Mr. Scott, DO YOU HEAR ME!?*muffled scream followed by gunshot, the screaming ends abruptly*Clean up this mess.Informationization: (to be added)


@Voltus_Ventus
If you're trying to propose that the Crown City Cartel is the 3rd gang and you want to comandeer it, that's alright. However, we need some more information(EG: The Leader, location, purpose and such) It would be best if you PM'd Myst, QT, or myself to explain further detail.
Hey everyone, I guess you could call me a Co-GM of sorts. I'll be overseeing The Swindlers(The Thieves). Here's the information about the gang.







Name: Thomas Swindle

Age: 33

Personality :
Good: He's very good at handling stressfull situations(as much as a major thief can be). He is very willing to do what is necessary to help someone who needs it
Bad: Obviously... he's a larsonist. He holds grudges and has a short temper with people he's fed up with.

Gang: The Swindlers (The Leader)

Brief Bio:

Thomas grew up in a broken home, in the lower part of Crown city. His father was a furious alcoholic who beat his wife when he came home flat wasted. When one night, when Thomas was twelve, his father came home, just after losing his job. He came down so hard on Thomas' mother, that he came close to killing her. Thomas, however, raced to his parents room and grabbed his father's pistol, shooting the man in the chest. When the police arrived, Thomas and his mother were taken to Crown City Medical Center and his mother was sent to the ICU.

When Social Services deemed Thomas' mother unfit to raise her son, they sent him to a foster system, where the families never loved him like he needed them to. Broken and angry, Thomas grew up to become a unordinary person. He was reserved until you got to know him, then he would open up. When Thomas was seventeen, his final foster-mother became very ill, and required an expensive treatment. Thomas stole the money to pay the bill, but came out without being caught. It was then that he found his nack for stealth and tricks.
Whoever are the GM's of this RP are probably really awesome...

Very interest
It all depends on where you are xD I kinda did a little time skip to when the rain stopped just for Abram and Jess' convenience
Abram - The Road - Leah

Abram stepped back as she brought the handgun into view. He lifted up his hand, as to ease the girl and calm her down. "Here, I'll put my rifle down, and you can put your gun down. Then we can talk like friendly people." He said, sliding his rifle from his shoulder and setting it on the ground." He observed her movement, and she could see that she looked exhausted, her energy depleted by both the cold and her wounds. He could see a soiled bandage wrapped around her thigh.

W-Who are you?" She asked, her English dialect sounded frightended and cautious. Abram raised an eyebrow; he'd not expected another English person so near New Orleans. He wondered if this girl was in anyway related to the Amelia girl that lived in Haywood - Apparently she'd been Daniel's second in command.

"My name's Abram Chamberlin." He gave her small smile. "Don't worry, kid. I was a soldier. I'm a good guy. I have a friend down the road, she's got a baby with her... You can come with us if you want..." He glanced down at her wound.

"That looks pretty Nasty." He observed. "I can take a look at it. I've got some medical supplies in my bag and I'm a certified field medic."
Abram - The Road - Jess/Leah

While Abram's jacket was waterproof, in no way was it immune to the cold. He felt it seeping through and pricking at his skin. He was tough, though... He could take a little bit of cold. Jess couldn't, however. With her lack of nourishment and the fact that she was keeping her son warm as well meant that she would get cold easier than he; for that reason, Abram made sure Jess and Benjamin had the thicker jacket to bundle up in. Part of Abram wanted to offer to carry Ben for a while, but he didn't want to impose and sever the peace of the sleeping baby. The rain had stopped about two hours after they left the bus, but January was not exactly warm, especially after rain.

Abram had been mentaly sorting the supplies of their bags, trying to calculate how long it would last them. Though the supplies were diminishing, Abram wouldn't tell this to jess.

He had been keeping up with the road signs as they'd passed them, and from what he could gather, they were nearing Baton Rouge. He hadn't been sure if they'd been heading towards Baton Rouge or New Orleans, as his compass had been left in Haywood, but he'd found that they were headed towards the first when he saw the off-ramp signs. He put a hand on Jess' shoulder, indicating for her to stop for a moment. He could barely make out the tiny silhouette of a person- or a walker, more-likely. "Give me a sec, kid..." He said, pulling his rifle from his shoulder.

They hadn't seen any walkers on the road so far, but that just made Abram wary of the possibility of them running into a herd. The man braced the rifle against the crook of his shoulder, peering down the glass scope. He could make the back of a head, stranded with long brown hair. Abram reached to the back lens of the scope, gripping the zoom shifter. He scrolled the zoom as far as he could, and found that the figure was a girl, who was very much alive. Abram waited until she turned her face enough so he could see. She looked very young... A little younger than Daniel's sister... She was moving slow, looking like she was injured. Abram shouldered his rifle, looking down the road. "There's a girl up ahead... she's about one hundred yards or so..." He began walking. "She looks hurt, I'm gonna catch up to her."

Abram picked up a jog down the road, and after a minute, he was about twenty yards away. "Excuse me!" He called to the girl. When she turned around, Abram saw the startled look on her face. "No- don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. You look like you're hurt." He kept his rifle shouldered, but his hand hovered around the pistol that was tucked into his waistband under his shirt. This little girl looked innocent enough, but he wasn't naive enough to think she wasn't a threat at all.
We now have 2 English PCs if I'm correct. And a Scottish npc
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