Orbis Gangsters (IC, Invite Only)/ Sign-up

[Davincia]

The world of Orbis is a peaceful one, where the people of the world cooperate and thrive together. However, this peace is only a lie. In the shadows, crime runs rampant on a scale never seen before. These are the stories of the most notorious criminals on all of Orbis.
While the law remains unaware of their existence, they will emerge from the shadows.

Rules:
-All posts must be made in-character.
-This RP will use characters, not nations, as the central focus.
-Bullying, spamming, and godmodding are all forbidden.
-Northern Davincia will be the one to "coach" the RP.

Sign-up example (invited nations only)
Criminal's name:
Criminal's nationality:
Criminal's age:
Type of criminal: (Murderer, thief, crime lord, etc.)
Appearance: (please use images if possible)
Brief History: (optional)

[Davincia]

Criminal's Name: Leo Crynzk
Criminal's Nationality: Davincian
Criminal's Age: 29
Type of Criminal: Mercenary/Hitman
Appearance:
Brief History: Leo was once a man of the law. He was once a police officer with a strong moral code, and he was also a family man. But this all changed one day when, during a routine stakeout, a suicide bomber detonated near his police car. The explosion left his face permanently damaged, and he could no longer breathe without an apparatus of sorts. His wife left him due to his hideous scarring. To make up for his ruined life, Leo decided to use his training as a police officer to take vengeance on the world that abandoned him. Now, Leo Crynzk seeks to become the greatest mercenary who ever lived.

[Northern Davincia]

Criminal's Name: Victor Marthyn
Criminal's Nationality: Northern Davincian
Criminal's Age: 31
Type of Criminal: Professional Thief
Appearance:
Brief History: Since childhood, Victor had always felt oppressed. Whether it be as a colonial citizen or a communist proletariat, he always had bigger dreams. Reading stories of great thieves who were free as the wind, Victor aspired to be like them. While his early career was only acts of petty theft, things took an interesting turn when he managed to steal a massive diamond from a relative's home and got away with it. Realizing his potential, Victor decided nothing would stop him or his quest for true freedom.

[Sanikiluaq]

Criminal's name: Daniel Killion aka Dan 'Suki' Killion

Criminal's nationality: Sanikiluaqian

Criminal's age: 23

Type of criminal: (Murderer, thief, crime lord, etc.) Street gang leader

Appearance: (please use images if possible)

Brief History: (optional)
Dan 'Suki' Killion is the leader of the notorious Sanikiluaqian street gang known as the Spade King Rebels (SKR) which has in roots in 1970's Sanikiluaq. Killion is of Irish decent and uses ruthless methods employed by such groups as the IRA. Killion is wanted by Sanikiluaqian police but avoids arrest because his criminal gang has triple the members of the police force. The SKR runs the ghetto in the capital of Sanikiluaq and the police cannot enter their turf without losing any officers. Killion runs drugs, guns and is active in the sex trade. Sanikiluaqian police advise everyone to avoid him and his gangsters at all costs.

[Isaciaria]

Criminal's Name: Indazita Sharma
Criminal's Nationality: Isaciarian born, now stateless
Criminal's Age: 31
Type of Criminal: Ringleader [organized crime]
Appearance: Short, Indian/Burmese ethnicity, scar along left jawline which extends to the tip of the ear, wears glasses. Large hands and feet. Skinny.
Brief History: An intelligent child in school, as soon as he graduated college he joined the government and worked in a government organization focused on domestic crimes. He had a mean streak, however, and often tortured suspects to get them to confess. He was dishonorably discharged 3 years ago, and joined forces with the very group he was trying so hard to capture, the Quads. He rose quickly in the ranks, and now commands one of the largest crime organizations in Isaciaria. His organization is suspected of supplying the terrorists in Ahrana and Mongolia with guns and ammunition. The organization's whereabouts, number of members, and leader's name is unknown to the government, who just calls the leader "The Eastern Jackal", abbreviated as EJ. The government has ramped up security Eastern Isaciaria, where they believe the organization is located, little do they know, they are completely wrong.

[Venhalmuj]

(Criminal's name:)Abbaranni Vettali.
(Nationality:) Native Venhalmujian.
(Age:) 38
(Type of criminal:) Assassin, mass shooter.
(Appearance: Center)
(Brief history:) After the half hour war, the retreating Reserkans where captured by a Venhamujian scouting party of 800. This scouting party was lead by the joint command of Centurion, Makarra Sevarahj & Centurion Abbaranni Vettali. Unfortunately for Abbaranni, the victory was awarded to his partner Makarra. Outraged, Abbaranni went rouge, and assassinated Makarra, along with three other fellow officers. Besides that, Abbaranni is also responsible for the shooting of 12 civilians and 5 soldiers at the Detlas bank, and the shooting of 8 farmers in the Detlas suburbs. He is seen mostly around Detlas and the outlying area. He is considered very dangerous, if spotted, avoid at all costs. Heavily armed.

[Ahrana]

(Criminal's name:) Osama
(Nationality:) Unkown
(Age:) 36
(Type of criminal:) Former President
(Appearance:)
(Brief History:) He was ousted and killed many innocent people while in power, since he was ousted in 2011 he has killed even more people.

[Davincia]

Leo was exhausted from his most recent mission. His most recent contract was to kill some Davincian reporter who spewed politically incorrect opinions of the Tsar. But it was moments between contracts that Leo enjoyed the most. With his vast amounts of wealth, he figured spending a night in the Belhakes Grand Hotel. More specifically, its underground bar. During this time of the year, Leo knew that Davincians practiced ancestor worship. As part of tradition, they would normally wear dark clothes and masks. Even then, his outfit would look highly suspicious. In Leo's mind, the fact that he could go out in the open as often as he did was a form of insult to the police who could never catch him. Sitting in a booth in the back of the bar, Leo could hear his phone ring. He flipped it open, and answered. "Who's there? This is supposed to be an unknown number!" Leo quietly yelled. For a strange few seconds, silence transpired. Then it replied. "I'm interested in making a contract. I know well of your services." the caller whispered.

Leo's vacation would be ending early.

[Northern Davincia]

Victor was rummaging through a chest he had found within a run down house. Braybel was the perfect city for thieves at night, if it hadn't been for the "People's Guard" or what Premier Sozin affectionately named his secret police. But that didn't necessarily deter experts like him. The chest was full of basic things, like clothes or books. Trying to keep quiet, Victor decided to move onto the drawers, opening one that was dangerously close to the home's owner. Victor could tell when someone was in a deep sleep. Pulling open the drawer, he plucked a watch and dropped it into his pocket. Victor then tip-toed his way to the window, under the moonlight, and opened it slowly as he did with the drawer. Trying to remain hidden, Victor moved through the window as quickly as he could, remembering to shut it to leave less evidence. "Looks like I can buy some tickets to Ahrana with these..." he said with a grim smile.

[Venhalmuj]

Abbaranni was wandering in a dark ally of Detlas. This was no random excursion, he was on an important mission. He reaches a section of brick that is slightly discolored than the rest. He unsheathes his sword and plunges it into the stucco binding of the bricks. The slab then creeks off with an agonizing pull. He enters to see a mattress, stove, table and chair. This is his home. Much less luxurious then his villa on the Nile, but that would be too predictable. He strides over to the mattress and lifts in up, reveling a hatch in the floor. He opens the hatch, reveling a stash of ammunition, sticky bombs, a heavy sniper, and an M4. ''Delightful'' he whispers under his breath. ''The pieces have come into place. I will no longer just be known as the Demon of Detlas, I will be know to the whole of Venhalmuj.'' But, only one crime could possibly help him reach this status: an assassination. Not just a standard assassination, but an assassination of the most powerful man in Venhalmuj...

[Reserka]

Criminal's name: Higer “Reserka” Born
Criminal's nationality: former Reserkian. Davinian
Criminal's age: 32
Type of criminal: Mass murderer
Appearance:
Brief History: Born and raised as a Reserkian, Higer love playing in the toxic fields of his home province as a kid. But after the 30 Min War he was sent to Davincia and his parents were “accidentally” sent to North Davincia. They were so poor they couldn’t afford to go back. So Higer was sent to an Foster home. He kept moving from foster home to foster home. So one night when he was 19 he murdered his foster parents and their kids. And since then he is on killing spree killing Davincian officials and randoms people.

[Davincia]

Criminal's name: Higer “Reserka” Born
Criminal's nationality: former Reserkian. Davinian
Criminal's age: 32
Type of criminal: Mass murderer
Appearance: (Image)
Brief History: Born and raised as a Reserkian, Higer love playing in the toxic fields of his home province as a kid. But after the 30 Min War he was sent to Davincia and his parents were “accidentally” sent to North Davincia. They were so poor they couldn’t afford to go back. So Higer was sent to an Foster home. He kept moving from foster home to foster home. So one night when he was 19 he murdered his foster parents and their kids. And since then he is on killing spree killing Davincian officials and randoms people.

Nope.

[Ahrana]

As Osama Retired to calm down from the running he had been doing he thought to himself, "I've done it, finally I've gotten her."
He turned on the TV to see what the News was saying bout her condition which made him laugh. As he looked at his next target somewhere not in Ahrana, he prepared his weapons and made a call to someone to prepare his jet.

[Davincia]

Leo was stunned to hear that this mysterious caller was Sozin of Northern Davincia. Sure, he's assassinated politicians before, but being hired by one? Almost too good to be true. But it could have easily been a trap set up by someone. Putting his distrust aside (and replacing it with greed) Leo agreed. "The target is a man named Osama. He was former president of Ahrana a long time ago, and now he's resurfaced and killed Empress Anastasia. I know your government is too weak to find him, so this is where you come in, Leo Crynzk." explained Sozin. He couldn't tell what was more surprising, being hired by a psychotic dictator, or avenging a monarch. "This contract interests me. I accept, and for this case, ₤1,000,000 should be enough to persuade me." Leo kept up his ominous tone as best he could. Sozin replied with, "Fine. I'll send the cash your way, just get it done."

[Venhalmuj]

Abbaranni stood on the outer wall 80 feet above the street. ''Almuj looks so graceful at sunset, a shame I must ruin this graceful night with a murder.'' His target was Nebbaccari Tinemild, Grand Duke of Venhalmuj. ''He is having a dinner party tonight to promote his campaign for WA delegate. His personal guards will be spread out, it is the perfect time to strike.'' He dropped a rope into the busy streets below, and repelled downward. When he reached the street, he briskly made his way across the hoards of rushing traffic. He ran through the many shops and vendors, dodging rickshaws and bicycles. Finally, he reached the gilded gates of the Almuj administrative acropolis. ''The south gate, that is where the most of the guests are arriving from, I will try and sneak my way in there.'' The line of traffic flooding into the south gate was an immense sea of expensive cars. ''It seems that every politician and their brother in Venhalmuj has shown up.'' He sees a slow moving black SUV headed for the south gate. ''This is my chance.'' He rolled underneath and held on to the chassy of the car. ''This is my way in. I am the deadly parasite. I am malaria to the Duke.''

[Ahrana]

Osama lands on the border of Ahrana to refuel, the air base is his old base sure he would be taken to during a War. The Plane was refuelled next stop an ocean nation.

[Northern Davincia]

The airport was, for the first time Victor could think of, empty of people. It was often difficult to board a plane in Northern Davincia, as Sozin's regime placed heavy restrictions on travel. He crawled through an air duct, trying to find his way to the next plane that would be leaving. "These guards are complete idiots." Victor scoffed at the military-like airport guards below. He had heard rumors of the Ahranian monarch getting killed by some ousted aristocrat, though Victor didn't much care. All that mattered was getting the profit that Northern Davincia would deny Victor. Dropping behind a guard unit, silent as a feather, Victor made his way to the nearest terminal to board the next flight to Ahrana, and would once again outsmart his own homeland.

[Venhalmuj]

The SUV rumbled to a stop. A car door opened, and a polished dress shoe stepped out. The man addressed the valet, and by his voice, abbaranni could tell it was Jason Katoa, President of Parliament. He had a thick prominent voice usually, but now, he seemed rather saddened. The valet drove the car into a dim garage, got out, and locked the car. Abbaranni then swiftly moved through the garage, and found a way out. Before him, was the tall gleaming Chateau de darude. ''This shack was the birthplace of the Duke, it will be his deathbed as well''. Abbaranni then climbed up on to a hedge, and climbed into a window. It was dark, and the only light came from the door's key hole. He tiptoed over to the door, and gently opened it. It reveled a long hallway, lined with elaborate moldings, and a luxurious velvet carpet. At the very end, he saw a man in a military dress uniform. ''This may be a mission to kill the Duke, but I don't mind deviating a bit''. He slowly walks up to the guard, unsheathes his sword, and taps him on the shoulder. (It is considered cowardly to kill an enemy from behind, even for Abbaranni). The guard spun around, slitting his own throat on the blade, and tumbling to the ground. ''That's one point''; Abbarani said jokingly. ''Now it's time for the jackpot''.

[Davincia]

The smell of corporate fumes was strong enough to make Leo cough, though his mask had some benefits. He brought along some of his own lackeys, all of them disposable. Leo had made the plan to keep them aside his own car to draw some suspicion from the police. However, it just made a section of the road resemble a caravan. "Boss, were exactly we headin' to?" asked one of the mercenaries from the radio. Leo turned a dial on his mask to filter out the scent in the air. "We're going to the Wentrof Docks, outside the city. Just keep the cops off my back, and you get paid." scoffed Leo. It would of worked too, though a police officer driving parallel to Leo caught a glimpse of his mask. The Belhakes Times released warnings that anyone with such a mask is dangerous. "Pull over, this is the Belhakes police!" shouted the officer. Pulling out his SMG, and using his right hand to steer the car, Leo unleashed a wave of bullets into the officer's vehicle, ensuing a chase.

[Venhalmuj]

Abbaranni quietly moved around the corner of the hallway, before him, was a balcony that spanned the ceiling of a larger room. He edged over to the railing, and peered over. 100 feet below him was the grand dining hall of Darude Palace. The table was made of gleaming crystal, and was cloaked in a silk runner. Each chair was made of Acacia, with a purple velvet backing and seat. The dukes dining throne was the most luxurious however. It was a grand acacia chair, leafed in gold, with in-set precious gems. The Duchesses chair was the same, but leafed in silver. ''So, this is where the Venhalmujian tax dollars go'' muttered Abbaranni. The hall was empty, except for a dozen waiters dressing food, and decorating the lavish table. Something then caught Abbaranni's eye, it was a skylight in the ceiling, surrounded by an elaborate fresco and moldings. ''This skylight may be a better shooting point than this balcony.'' But, before he could think, the large doors to the hall clattered open, and a procession of the most powerful people in the country flooded in. Heading the procession, he saw the Duke and Duchess, he saw Cornelius Mattar and his wife, and he saw Jason Katoa with his wife. Jason this time however, had not just a slight whimper, but had tears running down his cheeks. The guests took their seats, Abbaranni however, took aim...

[Northern Davincia]

The airport in Ahrana wasn't much different from the one in Northern Davincia. Victor had spent the last 15 minutes on a bench outside the airport entrance counting the cash he got from an old lady's purse. He had switched his outfit to look less conspicuous, wearing only simple tourist's apparel. "Looks like I have $200 here. I doubt that old lady would be needing it anyway." Victor grinned evilly. It was literally the oldest trick in the book. A thief's tradition, if you will. Walking onto the sidewalk, Victor picked the lock of an empty car (as if he were simply unlocking it) and decided to take a quick drive to the First Bank of Ahrana.

[Komarin]

Criminal's name: John Sergovski
Criminal's nationality: Davincian
Criminal's age: 22
Type of criminal: Thief
Appearance: White skin, blonde hair, green eyes. Well built and hight of 6ft. 3in.
Brief History: John was a soldier of the Elite MP and HSS of Komarin until he was accused of killing two comrades of his. He spent much of the time avoiding capture in the Kharkov underground cities then fled to Davincia where he changed his nationality. John also carries suppression gear where ever he goes to make a get away should the need arise.

[Davincia]

Criminal's name: John Sergovski
Criminal's nationality: Davincian
Criminal's age: 22
Type of criminal: Thief
Appearance: White skin, blonde hair, green eyes. Well built and hight of 6ft. 3in.
Brief History: John was a soldier of the Elite MP and HSS of Komarin until he was accused of killing two comrades of his. He spent much of the time avoiding capture in the Kharkov underground cities then fled to Davincia where he changed his nationality. John also carries suppression gear where ever he goes to make a get away should the need arise.

This application is accepted. Have fun!

[Ahrana]

Osama lands his plane somewhere in Davincia, he hadn't quite figure out what and why he came here other than for fuel.
"Hmm, maybe some sight seeing will do for rightnow."
Osama went acrros the Capital and found some spots where he could kill 100's of innocent people. His phone rang it was time to go to Venhalmuj, time to kill.

[Komarin]

The echo of sounds in the underground cities is unbearable. Turning giant caverns and caves into cities to deal with over population, pathetic. No one want to live here. A heavy smell of exhaust hangs around all day, if it even is day, people are suffocated from the lack of oxygen. 200 feet below ground level, no one can hear your screams. No one above will inderstand the terrible conditions on the Northwest Area. I don't have any better place though. The MP are still after me even down here. "I wonder how Connor and Dylan are doing?"
Walking back to the abandoned apartment building, John hears the sound of a gun shot in the distance. "I will leave for Davincia in a couple days." he thinks.