“Our streets are full of violence…”
The tall broad shouldered man grabbed the shopkeeper and punched him in the stomach. The obese shopkeeper fell to ground, clutching his sides in pain. The tall man took advantage and kicked the man in the face. The shopkeeper fell onto his back, his nose broken and lip split. “I can’t pay you the money…” The tall man sighed and pulled a pistol from a hidden vest holster and aimed it at the shopkeeper. The shot echoed in the secluded alley, and the fat man died with a bullet still hot in his head…
“Our streets are full of drugs…”
The sixteen year old waded through sea of excited concert goers. The rock band’s heavy metal song resounded off the walls of the youth centre stopping all speech, with the exception of yelling and wolf-whistling. He reached the far wall and stood in front of a group of Goths. One with head of gravity-defying hair stepped forward. The sixteen year old nudged him in the stomach twice and the Goth nodded, holding out a wad of cash. The kid took, and gave him the small zip-lock plastic bag of white powder, and disappeared into the crowd…
“Our streets are full of corruption…”
The policeman raised his gun at his suspect. “What are you putting into the dumpster!” he called at the female. She shrugged. Still pointing his gun, he approached the dumpster. He was about to open it when the woman placed briefcase in front of him. He bit his lip as he opened it, and noticed his stomach contract as he saw the neatly arrayed rows of notes. He closed the lid and turned around and re-entered his police cruiser; the contents of the bin remaining a mystery until the garbage man came the next day…
“Our streets are full of sex…”
The man with black hair opened the door and smiled as the man entered the building. The man readjusted his glasses, and tried not breathe in the smoke from a freshly lit cigarette. He walked to a desk at the end of a corridor, where an elderly man sat. The man with the glasses, not in his territory said in a quivery voice, “J-just one.” Then he handed out a cheque. The old man took it, inspected it and whistled. An attractive woman in skimpy clothing smiled and took his arm, escorting him upstairs…
“And do you know why...”
The girl attempted not to faint as the tattooist applied the ink She was in considerable pain but she do not make a noise, but her watering eyes betrayed her. She clenched her teeth, but it didn’t help; if anything the pressure on her teeth just made things a whole lot worse. The tattooist said something but she couldn’t comprehend it. She looked the tattoo on her arm: a red velvet curtain…
“The Red Velvet Gang…”
The Red Velvet Gang
The Red Velvet Gang is the most feared gang in the city. The gang has roots in all levels of society. Their symbol is a red curtain; a member of the gang can be identified by this. They’re into anything they judge as profitable. The current head honcho of the gang is Richard Jones. He is above the leader rank, and above everyone. Although it appears he does minimal work his hands are in everything. He is also known as the Velvet Assassin. Despite being one of the most criminally active gangs, is also the most tolerating. They accept any initiate regardless of ethnicity or gender; although both decide what type of work they can do.
Ranks (in descending order):
Leader-Capable of making all decisions and listens to no one
Captain-Eyes and ears of the leader; only answers to the leader
Nightman-Capable of making some important decisions, and fits in wherever their skills are needed
Shadow- Usually does the quiet kills, evidence dumping and theft
Enforcer- Pure killer and tax collector
Dealer-Responsible for most of the drug dealing and related money handling
Initiate-A rookie member. Just does odd jobs. Answers to all of the above
The tall broad shouldered man grabbed the shopkeeper and punched him in the stomach. The obese shopkeeper fell to ground, clutching his sides in pain. The tall man took advantage and kicked the man in the face. The shopkeeper fell onto his back, his nose broken and lip split. “I can’t pay you the money…” The tall man sighed and pulled a pistol from a hidden vest holster and aimed it at the shopkeeper. The shot echoed in the secluded alley, and the fat man died with a bullet still hot in his head…
“Our streets are full of drugs…”
The sixteen year old waded through sea of excited concert goers. The rock band’s heavy metal song resounded off the walls of the youth centre stopping all speech, with the exception of yelling and wolf-whistling. He reached the far wall and stood in front of a group of Goths. One with head of gravity-defying hair stepped forward. The sixteen year old nudged him in the stomach twice and the Goth nodded, holding out a wad of cash. The kid took, and gave him the small zip-lock plastic bag of white powder, and disappeared into the crowd…
“Our streets are full of corruption…”
The policeman raised his gun at his suspect. “What are you putting into the dumpster!” he called at the female. She shrugged. Still pointing his gun, he approached the dumpster. He was about to open it when the woman placed briefcase in front of him. He bit his lip as he opened it, and noticed his stomach contract as he saw the neatly arrayed rows of notes. He closed the lid and turned around and re-entered his police cruiser; the contents of the bin remaining a mystery until the garbage man came the next day…
“Our streets are full of sex…”
The man with black hair opened the door and smiled as the man entered the building. The man readjusted his glasses, and tried not breathe in the smoke from a freshly lit cigarette. He walked to a desk at the end of a corridor, where an elderly man sat. The man with the glasses, not in his territory said in a quivery voice, “J-just one.” Then he handed out a cheque. The old man took it, inspected it and whistled. An attractive woman in skimpy clothing smiled and took his arm, escorting him upstairs…
“And do you know why...”
The girl attempted not to faint as the tattooist applied the ink She was in considerable pain but she do not make a noise, but her watering eyes betrayed her. She clenched her teeth, but it didn’t help; if anything the pressure on her teeth just made things a whole lot worse. The tattooist said something but she couldn’t comprehend it. She looked the tattoo on her arm: a red velvet curtain…
“The Red Velvet Gang…”
The Red Velvet Gang
The Red Velvet Gang is the most feared gang in the city. The gang has roots in all levels of society. Their symbol is a red curtain; a member of the gang can be identified by this. They’re into anything they judge as profitable. The current head honcho of the gang is Richard Jones. He is above the leader rank, and above everyone. Although it appears he does minimal work his hands are in everything. He is also known as the Velvet Assassin. Despite being one of the most criminally active gangs, is also the most tolerating. They accept any initiate regardless of ethnicity or gender; although both decide what type of work they can do.
Ranks (in descending order):
Leader-Capable of making all decisions and listens to no one
Captain-Eyes and ears of the leader; only answers to the leader
Nightman-Capable of making some important decisions, and fits in wherever their skills are needed
Shadow- Usually does the quiet kills, evidence dumping and theft
Enforcer- Pure killer and tax collector
Dealer-Responsible for most of the drug dealing and related money handling
Initiate-A rookie member. Just does odd jobs. Answers to all of the above
OOC: Okay the following game is that all of the players shall be part of the Red Velvet Gang. The rank is up to you; but note there will be rank advancement in the game. This game will have mature themes and will be darker then other games on the site, so I suggest anyone easily offended not play in this game. The game will just be set in the ‘city’ in this time period.
Character template:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Rank:
Job: (Drug dealer –what type specifically, hit man, etc)
Items/Weapons: (screwdriver, razor blade, Desert Eagle, etc)
Physical Description:
Bio: (Brief bio on why you’re in the gang)
My PC:
Name: Shirley Range
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Rank: Shadow
Job: Thief
Items/Weapons: Swiss Army Knife, rucksack, muesli bar
Physical Description: Not eye popping beautiful but still attractive. She has tanned skin, blue eyes and long died black hair. She usually wears tight skimpy clothing, proudly displaying her red velvet tattoo to the world.
Bio: Days after her birth her mother was beaten to death by her alcoholic father, for hiding money. After he was cleared of all charges he turned his attention towards Shirley. Throughout most of her childhood was verbally and physically abused, having to go into hospital one time after she was knocked unconscious by a frying pan. At the age of 16 she ran from home, and a member of the red velvet took her in. She showed an aptitude at theft and was happily accepted into the gang. She only returned home once, and that was murder her father by making him literally eat a smashed up glass bottle.
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