The Condominium (REBOOT / OOC / OPEN)

[Sylvanstreak]

Working on something. A wanted fugitive/prison escapee (no extradition treaty on the island. Let me know if anybody among you wants to tie our stories together. Hope this rp is still on. I'm thinking MC has friends on the island including but not limited to fellow escapees and a powerful/wealthy benefactor/s that he may or may not be employed by/owe favors (perhaps being a part of their gang).

Definitely still on, just slower going (nod)

Updated the accepted list.

[Sylvanstreak]

Working on something. A wanted fugitive/prison escapee (no extradition treaty on the island. Let me know if anybody among you wants to tie our stories together. Hope this rp is still on. I'm thinking MC has friends on the island including but not limited to fellow escapees and a powerful/wealthy benefactor/s that he may or may not be employed by/owe favors (perhaps being a part of their gang).

Definitely still on, just slower going (nod)

Updated the accepted list.

I'll probably start working on IC OP over Christmas break, for those who haven't finished their chars yet.

[Mizrad]

Anyone looking to combine character backgrounds? I'm open to ideas, wanted to try something new.

[Sylvanstreak]

Anyone looking to combine character backgrounds? I'm open to ideas, wanted to try something new.

Think Ah-eh-ioh-uh was.

[Sylvanstreak]

Anyone looking to combine character backgrounds? I'm open to ideas, wanted to try something new.

Think Ah-eh-ioh-uh was.

Aiming to get the IC up around end of month, for whatever it means. No rush if you can't get chars sketched out before then, but I do try to tailor the IC to get everyone who's approved, worked in.

[The Posthuman Coalition]

NAME - Luc Beauregard
PROFESSION - semi-retired Hitman
FACTION - Independent
SPECIALTY - Contract killing is Beauregard's primary service, but his particular skillset means that he also offers himself as a bodyguard, a driver, and even a spy and saboteur.
GENDER - Male
AGE - 46
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION - "Luc Beauregard was born (as Jean-Pierre Zayco) in June 12, 1974 to a wealthy half-Spanish Filipino businessman and a French Mother. Jean-Pierre was raised in the city of Dumaguete, Philippines until an unfortunate vehicular accident killed his parents at the age of 13. After staying with his abusive grandparents for two years, Jean-Pierre was adopted by an uncle on his mother's side. He stayed in Paris with his uncle until he enlisted in the French Legion at the age of 16, faking his own age. At this point, he had adopted the name Luc Beauregard, taking his uncle's surname. Luc became part of the 2nd Foreign Parachute Regiment, first participating in the Gulf War from 1990-1991. He also served at Rwanda, and became French "by spilled blood" during an operation in Somaliland in 1992. Shortly after an honorable discharge from the Foreign Legion, he was approached by the Russian intelligence agency FSB to conduct economic espionage against France. At some point in time, he became a double agent after getting employed by the American CIA to counteract Russian influence of European economics. Finally, in 1997, he was approached by the DGSE to work for them, and essentially became a triple agent working for France, Russia and the USA. Luc Beauregard participated in the Kosovo War in 1998, wherein he was assigned to train and lead units of KLA soldiers. Luc went missing in action near the end of the war, presumed to killed in action whilst leading a KLA unit launching a nighttime surprise attack on Serbian positions near the outskirts of Pristina, Kosovo. Rumors within the criminal and intelligence community regarding the actual status of Luc Beauregard emerged when he began contract killing. Due to his skills as a soldier and spy, he became a sought-after individual by criminal groups and intelligence agencies alike, working alongside them in many occasions. Now a semi-retired hitman after years of contract killing, Luc Beauregard finds himself within the shores of the Condominium, currently enjoying his long break within a rented upscale apartment in Whitaker Island.
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -

1) Weapons
- M16A4; modified with folding stock, 4.5-14-50mm advanced sniper scope, electronic trigger
- Welrod pistol
- Brugger and Thomet VP9
- Beretta 92FS, modified to work with both a compensator and suppressor
- SIG Sauer P226, with suppressors
- Spectre M4 SMG
- HK MP5K SMG
- AirForce Texan SS suppressed air rifle
- Garrote wire
- razor blades
- various knives and stilettos
2) Tropes
- Hitman With A Heart
- Consummate Professional
- Really Gets Around

[Herador]

So the game is closed, yeah? Cause I had an idea floating around for a gent who runs a very low-level drug dealing and prostitution racket in a less reputable corner of Whitaker, maybe on with a direct connection to Khonar or services clientele from that area. real grimy, desperate feel to him and his story.

[Purusapura]

tag
Your it

[Sylvanstreak]

So the game is closed, yeah? Cause I had an idea floating around for a gent who runs a very low-level drug dealing and prostitution racket in a less reputable corner of Whitaker, maybe on with a direct connection to Khonar or services clientele from that area. real grimy, desperate feel to him and his story.

It's open o/

[Herador]

So the game is closed, yeah? Cause I had an idea floating around for a gent who runs a very low-level drug dealing and prostitution racket in a less reputable corner of Whitaker, maybe on with a direct connection to Khonar or services clientele from that area. real grimy, desperate feel to him and his story.

It's open o/

App to follow when I get off work then.

[Herador]

Tomorrows my day off, app tonight or then if I can't swing it this evening.

[The United Federation of Terrans]

I'll have an app later tonight or early tomorrow for a Lichter operative.

[The United Federation of Terrans]

NAME - Erik Bauer
PROFESSION - Combat Tracker/ Mercenary
FACTION - Lichter
SPECIALTY - Operator
GENDER - Male
AGE - 31
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -
Hailing from Pretoria, South Africa; Erik Bauer is a professional mercenary. Having enlisted with the SADF at a young age of 17, Bauer spent three years as a regular grunt on the forefront of a bloody border war with Namibia; before transferring to the Special Forces. Here he joined the 5th Special Forces Regiment and learned his craft as a combat tracker; hunting down militia groups in the DRC for the better part of two years before leaving to pursue better paying opportunities.

From there, Bauer joined up with a variety of corporations and security services that saw him go from ambushing war-bands in the Sudan to suppressing Abu Sayyaf cells in the Philipines. Needless to say, Bauer did this for the money and for lack of better things to do. So he often jumped from contract to contract to keep himself busy. It wasn't until he met his wife, Alicia O'Donnell-Bauer (see below), who was a steadfast Lichter employee; that he actually stayed with a specific company. From there Bauer found a niche within Lichter as a member of an assault team. Helping to track down hidden caches in remote areas and raid suspect buildings. As of this moment he's being transferred to the Condominium Island Chain at the request of his wife, a high level investigator.
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -
-Fights for a paycheck, but is loyal to his employer until the job is done.
-Has a grey vs. grey outlook of the world
-Uses a Karambit as his main fighting knife
(Quirks, virtues, vices, unusual interests, items - No more than 3 total)

NAME - Alicia O'Donnel-Bauer
PROFESSION - Former NYPD Detective
FACTION - Lichter
SPECIALTY - Investigator
GENDER - F
AGE - 30
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -
Born New York City, New York; Alicia O'Donnell was the middle child of eight in a family of cops. It was a given that she would join, the only question was how far she would climb the ladder. At first she seemed to shoot up ranks, accelerating into a detective slot in Organized Crime with minimum time in service. She was in the running for an early promotion to sergeant and was the golden child of the department. However, one particular case led to uncovering a decent size piece of corruption in the justice system, one Alicia decided to pursue. The fallout from the case ended the careers of several judges, politicians and officers; many of whom dragged Alicia down with them.

Busted from detective and riding a graveyard shift, Alicia was eventually headhunted by Lichter and offered a job as an investigator. With little other options, Alicia accepted and spent the next five years traveling the world with Lichter; exposing criminal organizations that ran against the company's interests. It was during this time she met her husband, Erik Bauer, when his company was hired to provide extra muscle for a Lichter operation in Venezuela. This was the only notable break from the pattern for the next two years of Alicia's life. However, as of recently she had been assigned to help "tame" the Condominium island chains. A task that seems impossible to her; so she put in a transfer request for a her husband. Having need for a dependable gun that she knew she could rely on.
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -
-Believes herself to be the good guy, no matter Lichter's intentions.
-Prefers steadfast routines and extensive planning.

[Herador]

NAME - Roman Hurston
PROFESSION - Private Detective
FACTION - Works closely with criminals, though isn't one.
SPECIALTY - Investigator, independent intelligence work
GENDER - Male
AGE - 29
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS - (Quirks, virtues, vices, unusual interests, items - No more than 3 total)

[Sao Nova Europa]

Would a local politician who is running on a hard on crime/law and order platform be acceptable?

[Cylarn]

Would a local politician who is running on a hard on crime/law and order platform be acceptable?

The general vibe of the Condo, in most spots, is anarchy. Organized government, without a monopoly on violence, falls prey rather quickly to groups that do not wish for codified law to be cutting into their business.

[Sao Nova Europa]

Would a local politician who is running on a hard on crime/law and order platform be acceptable?

The general vibe of the Condo, in most spots, is anarchy. Organized government, without a monopoly on violence, falls prey rather quickly to groups that do not wish for codified law to be cutting into their business.

Another idea is high school teacher in bad neighborhood, who knows a thing or two about martial arts. Not criminal, simply resident who may get caught up in the trouble because some student(s) join a criminal group and he is a 'boy scout' who wants to set them on the right path again.

[Cylarn]

-snip-

Go for it.

[Sao Nova Europa]

NAME Alexander Chang
PROFESSION High school teacher/historian, author at online weekly history magazine
FACTION - None
SPECIALTY - Martial artist/unarmed combat specialist: for years he was taught Wing Chun by his uncle (Li Wei). While he rarely uses his skills in actual combat, when he does he can take down multiple opponents many time his size.
GENDER - Male
AGE - 34
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -

Son of a Chinese immigrant father and a local (British-descendant) mother, he grew up at the Clovis Marches. Unlike some other kids, he never joined a gang but he had his fair share of trouble with a school bully who happened to be a member of a gang. Wanting to defend himself from this bully and put an end to daily beatings, he began taking lessons from his uncle on Wing Chun. Eventually, he managed to both beat up the bully (thus ensuring that no one else tried to intimidate him) and to graduate with stellar grades. He went on to study history at the local Clovis Marches University, before going to the UK (on a scholarship) for his Master's and Doctorate studies.

Returning to the Condominium, he became a high school history teacher at a Whitaker Island school but his stringent attitude towards illicit activities and refusal to show preferential treatment for children of rich and/or influential parents meant that he was transferred only two years later to a high school at Khonar Island. There he has to deal with gang warfare, atrocious conditions, crumbling school infrastructure and teens that are joining gangs. Nevertheless, he has retained his idealism and sense of purpose, hoping to set his students on the right path and ensure that they both become educated and law-abiding citizens.

ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -

Boy scout - An idealist nice guy who goes out of his way to push teens (many of whom are gang members) to become law-abiding individuals. He also does not tolerate bullying or violence and is willing to go out of his way to stop it if it is happening before him. Needless to say, such an attitude on Khonar Island has put him in trouble.

Dedicated martial artist - He trains every day in his tiny flat, trying to keep his reflexes sharp and body firm. His techniques are becoming better as time goes by.

Academic and Friendly - His knowledge of history is deep, but he also tries to make his class lessons as presentable and understandable to students as possible. He goes out of his way to use pop references and jokes to make the lessons more interesting and is always friendly to students and willing to help them academically even outside school hours.

[Magdelene]

If this is still open, please consider my application. If not, do ignore it but know that I'll be disappointed I'm in the midst of planning out another character. This character might be a side character. And yes, I know, first post. But this is a new account because the old one I used kinda exposed my real life identity.

NAME - Maritza Lopez
PROFESSION - Full-time heroin addict, part-time streetwalker.
FACTION - Island Resident
SPECIALTY - N/A
GENDER - Female
AGE - 20
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION - "You really wanna know why I got into heroin, and why I'm out here on the corner? I'm sick of you asking me about my shit, but since you've been helpin' my ass a lot, fine, I'll tell you.

How do I start? I don't even know where I should start. Maybe from my childhood. Yeah, that'll work.

My childhood wasn't particularly bad, nor was it exceptional. It was okay, I guess, especially given the conditions we were living in. Oh, did I forget to mention that I'm from Khonar Island? It's horrible, but my family was one of the slightly richer ones, which made life just a lil' better. Dad ran a grocery shop down the street, and Mama sold food from a cart. Every kid in there wanted to make it big - all of them wanted to make it to Whitaker Island - and that included my ass. How were we gonna make it big, though, if we weren't given the right opportunities? That's right, crime. Personally, I've never witnessed any of my neighbors turn into something good nor successful. The kids I grew up with? They murdered my father in broad daylight just because he was five hours late to pay the "protection fee". His death drove my Mama insane, literally, which then drove my family apart. My older brother, Carlos, was killed by a 'stray bullet' when he was 19. The bruises all over his body accompanying the bullet wound on his head? Definitely didn't contribute to his death. Right, 'stray bullet'. I was 18 at that time and the family, now without a breadwinner, would be reliant on me. My younger siblings Ysabel and Daniel were still in school.

I got a call from this dude after tryna find a job for a long ass time. He offered me a job with a salary that was way too hi- Hang on, is someone watchin' me? No? You sure? Okay, so, anyways, he offered me a job with a salary that was way too high. Obviously, an 18 year old me living in poverty didn't think too much of it, and went to the meetup location. It was this- this old ass warehouse that smelled like musk and sweat. It smelled funky just like the place we lived in, except it was a different kind of funky. There was a table and a chair right smack in the middle of the warehouse, and soon after, a man with hella tattoos appeared. 'Please sit," he said, and I did just that. He offered me a glass of water which I refused. He became pissed and insisted that I drank it. I shrugged and drank the glass of water, again not thinking too much about it. We talked for a bit and within minutes, my head became heavy and I started to feel drowsy. I was so fuckin' stupid.

I woke up on the floor at a corner of the warehouse, my hands tied to a metal pipe. I lo- You ain't gonna tell anyone that I told you, right? Okay. So, I looked around with my blurred-ass vision and saw a syringe by my side. There was a rag tied on my arm. I panicked, but at the same time, I had this strange feeling - something I haven't been able to replicate recently. I didn't want to stay any longer, but I wanted more of the feeling, more of the rush. I begged the dude for more, and he happily gave me more.

"Remember the job I offered you?" He asked. "It's on Whitaker Island. You'll definitely have a lot of fun and get more of this thing."

"Whitaker Island?" I asked myself. Hell yeah, that's the place where people get rich. Those glamorous and beautiful people I've seen on TV, they're all from Whitaker!

I gave my agreement, and the next morning, I was hauled onto a ferry with at least a dozen other girls. When we arrived on Whitaker, we were divided into two groups. My group was transported to this club with loud music and barely dressed dancers. We were then told that we would now be working in this club to dance and to 'entertain' the patrons. Of course I didn't agree with that shit, but what could I do? I couldn't object. I needed the thing. Good thing, however, was that after 6 months of working there, I finally figured out what they'd been shooting into my veins and that I could get it off the streets as long as I got the money - heroin. I ran and never looked back. Till now, they've been hunting for me. I ain't got no work experience nor a proper education, so I was back to doing what I'm good at to make money for my next high. At least I'm getting a lil' more freedom now, though. Shit, I'm getting tired from all this talkin'...

But hey, listen, you've been good to me by givin' me free tar, so I'll give you a discount. How 'bout I show you a good time for fifty? No? Forty? C'mon..."


ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS - Despite being despised because of her profession, Maritza has always had a positive outlook of life.

Maritza also has a strong hatred for violent criminals, and believes that justice will prevail.

She swore to never ever commit a crime, but in times of desperation, she just might do so.

Apart from heroin, Maritza also indulges in expensive liquors and enjoys the finer luxuries in life, despite her current financial situation.

Maritza, a regular customer at the Whitaker Grand Casino, also enjoys trying her luck at roulette, blackjack, and other gambling activities.

[Sylvanstreak]

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NAME - Erik Bauer
PROFESSION - Combat Tracker/ Mercenary
FACTION - Lichter
SPECIALTY - Operator
GENDER - Male
AGE - 31
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -
Hailing from Pretoria, South Africa; Erik Bauer is a professional mercenary. Having enlisted with the SADF at a young age of 17, Bauer spent three years as a regular grunt on the forefront of a bloody border war with Namibia; before transferring to the Special Forces. Here he joined the 5th Special Forces Regiment and learned his craft as a combat tracker; hunting down militia groups in the DRC for the better part of two years before leaving to pursue better paying opportunities.

From there, Bauer joined up with a variety of corporations and security services that saw him go from ambushing war-bands in the Sudan to suppressing Abu Sayyaf cells in the Philipines. Needless to say, Bauer did this for the money and for lack of better things to do. So he often jumped from contract to contract to keep himself busy. It wasn't until he met his wife, Alicia O'Donnell-Bauer (see below), who was a steadfast Lichter employee; that he actually stayed with a specific company. From there Bauer found a niche within Lichter as a member of an assault team. Helping to track down hidden caches in remote areas and raid suspect buildings. As of this moment he's being transferred to the Condominium Island Chain at the request of his wife, a high level investigator.
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -
-Fights for a paycheck, but is loyal to his employer until the job is done.
-Has a grey vs. grey outlook of the world
-Uses a Karambit as his main fighting knife
(Quirks, virtues, vices, unusual interests, items - No more than 3 total)

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NAME - Alicia O'Donnel-Bauer
PROFESSION - Former NYPD Detective
FACTION - Lichter
SPECIALTY - Investigator
GENDER - F
AGE - 30
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -
Born New York City, New York; Alicia O'Donnell was the middle child of eight in a family of cops. It was a given that she would join, the only question was how far she would climb the ladder. At first she seemed to shoot up ranks, accelerating into a detective slot in Organized Crime with minimum time in service. She was in the running for an early promotion to sergeant and was the golden child of the department. However, one particular case led to uncovering a decent size piece of corruption in the justice system, one Alicia decided to pursue. The fallout from the case ended the careers of several judges, politicians and officers; many of whom dragged Alicia down with them.

Busted from detective and riding a graveyard shift, Alicia was eventually headhunted by Lichter and offered a job as an investigator. With little other options, Alicia accepted and spent the next five years traveling the world with Lichter; exposing criminal organizations that ran against the company's interests. It was during this time she met her husband, Erik Bauer, when his company was hired to provide extra muscle for a Lichter operation in Venezuela. This was the only notable break from the pattern for the next two years of Alicia's life. However, as of recently she had been assigned to help "tame" the Condominium island chains. A task that seems impossible to her; so she put in a transfer request for a her husband. Having need for a dependable gun that she knew she could rely on.
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -
-Believes herself to be the good guy, no matter Lichter's intentions.
-Prefers steadfast routines and extensive planning.

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NAME Alexander Chang
PROFESSION High school teacher/historian, author at online weekly history magazine
FACTION - None
SPECIALTY - Martial artist/unarmed combat specialist: for years he was taught Wing Chun by his uncle (Li Wei). While he rarely uses his skills in actual combat, when he does he can take down multiple opponents many time his size.
GENDER - Male
AGE - 34
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -

Son of a Chinese immigrant father and a local (British-descendant) mother, he grew up at the Clovis Marches. Unlike some other kids, he never joined a gang but he had his fair share of trouble with a school bully who happened to be a member of a gang. Wanting to defend himself from this bully and put an end to daily beatings, he began taking lessons from his uncle on Wing Chun. Eventually, he managed to both beat up the bully (thus ensuring that no one else tried to intimidate him) and to graduate with stellar grades. He went on to study history at the local Clovis Marches University, before going to the UK (on a scholarship) for his Master's and Doctorate studies.

Returning to the Condominium, he became a high school history teacher at a Whitaker Island school but his stringent attitude towards illicit activities and refusal to show preferential treatment for children of rich and/or influential parents meant that he was transferred only two years later to a high school at Khonar Island. There he has to deal with gang warfare, atrocious conditions, crumbling school infrastructure and teens that are joining gangs. Nevertheless, he has retained his idealism and sense of purpose, hoping to set his students on the right path and ensure that they both become educated and law-abiding citizens.

ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS -

Boy scout - An idealist nice guy who goes out of his way to push teens (many of whom are gang members) to become law-abiding individuals. He also does not tolerate bullying or violence and is willing to go out of his way to stop it if it is happening before him. Needless to say, such an attitude on Khonar Island has put him in trouble.

Dedicated martial artist - He trains every day in his tiny flat, trying to keep his reflexes sharp and body firm. His techniques are becoming better as time goes by.

Academic and Friendly - His knowledge of history is deep, but he also tries to make his class lessons as presentable and understandable to students as possible. He goes out of his way to use pop references and jokes to make the lessons more interesting and is always friendly to students and willing to help them academically even outside school hours.

If this is still open, please consider my application. If not, do ignore it but know that I'll be disappointed I'm in the midst of planning out another character. This character might be a side character. And yes, I know, first post. But this is a new account because the old one I used kinda exposed my real life identity.

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NAME - Maritza Lopez
PROFESSION - Full-time heroin addict, part-time streetwalker.
FACTION - Island Resident
SPECIALTY - N/A
GENDER - Female
AGE - 20
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION - "You really wanna know why I got into heroin, and why I'm out here on the corner? I'm sick of you asking me about my shit, but since you've been helpin' my ass a lot, fine, I'll tell you.

How do I start? I don't even know where I should start. Maybe from my childhood. Yeah, that'll work.

My childhood wasn't particularly bad, nor was it exceptional. It was okay, I guess, especially given the conditions we were living in. Oh, did I forget to mention that I'm from Khonar Island? It's horrible, but my family was one of the slightly richer ones, which made life just a lil' better. Dad ran a grocery shop down the street, and Mama sold food from a cart. Every kid in there wanted to make it big - all of them wanted to make it to Whitaker Island - and that included my ass. How were we gonna make it big, though, if we weren't given the right opportunities? That's right, crime. Personally, I've never witnessed any of my neighbors turn into something good nor successful. The kids I grew up with? They murdered my father in broad daylight just because he was five hours late to pay the "protection fee". His death drove my Mama insane, literally, which then drove my family apart. My older brother, Carlos, was killed by a 'stray bullet' when he was 19. The bruises all over his body accompanying the bullet wound on his head? Definitely didn't contribute to his death. Right, 'stray bullet'. I was 18 at that time and the family, now without a breadwinner, would be reliant on me. My younger siblings Ysabel and Daniel were still in school.

I got a call from this dude after tryna find a job for a long ass time. He offered me a job with a salary that was way too hi- Hang on, is someone watchin' me? No? You sure? Okay, so, anyways, he offered me a job with a salary that was way too high. Obviously, an 18 year old me living in poverty didn't think too much of it, and went to the meetup location. It was this- this old ass warehouse that smelled like musk and sweat. It smelled funky just like the place we lived in, except it was a different kind of funky. There was a table and a chair right smack in the middle of the warehouse, and soon after, a man with hella tattoos appeared. 'Please sit," he said, and I did just that. He offered me a glass of water which I refused. He became pissed and insisted that I drank it. I shrugged and drank the glass of water, again not thinking too much about it. We talked for a bit and within minutes, my head became heavy and I started to feel drowsy. I was so fuckin' stupid.

I woke up on the floor at a corner of the warehouse, my hands tied to a metal pipe. I lo- You ain't gonna tell anyone that I told you, right? Okay. So, I looked around with my blurred-ass vision and saw a syringe by my side. There was a rag tied on my arm. I panicked, but at the same time, I had this strange feeling - something I haven't been able to replicate recently. I didn't want to stay any longer, but I wanted more of the feeling, more of the rush. I begged the dude for more, and he happily gave me more.

"Remember the job I offered you?" He asked. "It's on Whitaker Island. You'll definitely have a lot of fun and get more of this thing."

"Whitaker Island?" I asked myself. Hell yeah, that's the place where people get rich. Those glamorous and beautiful people I've seen on TV, they're all from Whitaker!

I gave my agreement, and the next morning, I was hauled onto a ferry with at least a dozen other girls. When we arrived on Whitaker, we were divided into two groups. My group was transported to this club with loud music and barely dressed dancers. We were then told that we would now be working in this club to dance and to 'entertain' the patrons. Of course I didn't agree with that shit, but what could I do? I couldn't object. I needed the thing. Good thing, however, was that after 6 months of working there, I finally figured out what they'd been shooting into my veins and that I could get it off the streets as long as I got the money - heroin. I ran and never looked back. Till now, they've been hunting for me. I ain't got no work experience nor a proper education, so I was back to doing what I'm good at to make money for my next high. At least I'm getting a lil' more freedom now, though. Shit, I'm getting tired from all this talkin'...

But hey, listen, you've been good to me by givin' me free tar, so I'll give you a discount. How 'bout I show you a good time for fifty? No? Forty? C'mon..."


ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS - Despite being despised because of her profession, Maritza has always had a positive outlook of life.

Maritza also has a strong hatred for violent criminals, and believes that justice will prevail.

She swore to never ever commit a crime, but in times of desperation, she just might do so.

Apart from heroin, Maritza also indulges in expensive liquors and enjoys the finer luxuries in life, despite her current financial situation.

Maritza, a regular customer at the Whitaker Grand Casino, also enjoys trying her luck at roulette, blackjack, and other gambling activities.

All look good. I'll add you lot in a sec.

@Mag - I'm curious now.

[Bolslania]

NAME - "My name is Lucas O'Shiel, a proud Irishman I am.
PROFESSION - "I run the Irish Mob here on the Condominium."(Mob Boss)
FACTION - "Didja not here me lad? Irish fookin mob"
SPECIALTY - "Arms smuggling, heroin and methamphetamine trafficking, prostitution. That's our standard game. Although we do have an Import/Export business to have a façade of legality. Not like anyone gives a damn about legality on this island."
GENDER - "I'm a man, quite clearly."
AGE - "I just turned 47 last week."
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION -
"So, you want my story then? Well here she is. So me papi was livin in Dublin see, working for the Irish Mob. When I was born, he himself was a prominent member. That is, until a job went wrong and he had to skip town to avoid arrest. Bless the man's heart he took me and me ma with him. He kept in contact with his mob buddies, and they got us a plane ticket here. Upon arrival he set up an shipping business, the very one we're standing in front of in fact, with money that the mob sent him, soon he was able to get more grunts out here, and eventually shove his way into the arms smuggling and prostitution business. While I was growing up I spent a lot of time on the water, my father staying ashore to do business while my mother and I went boating for an afternoon. He didn't like me seeing what he did, not until I was older at least. I sat in on my first deal when I was 16, I was nothin more than a spectator, but I got a taste of the business. It was a weapons deal I believe, some big shot Indonesian wanted a shipment of AR15s for his personal hitmen, the deal went smoothly but it was an interesting experience. But, as all things end, so did the lives of my ma and pa.

After their passing, which was about 20 years ago now, I took over the family business. I grew it a bit, now we are one of the largest illicit weapons dealers in the South Pacific, you want a gun? Ya come here, and ya come to me. I butted the mob into the drug markets. God damn that was tough, the big shot drug runners did not take kindly to my entrance into the markets. So I wouldn't go around the east side of town now that you've been seen with me. They are still not happy with me after I killed a fair number of their guys.


ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS - "I don't like to use violence, but don't think I won't personally put a bullet in between your eyes if ya don't wanna take the payoff. I enjoy a good boating trip, if a deal goes well I'm likely to go onto the water for a day or two, I've got a few yachts for that purpose. Otherwise I drink as much as anyone else, and I don't like ta smoke, I don't like ta smell the smoke neither."

[Mizrad]

This still going on? Will get an app up within a day or two

[Cylarn]

I believe so.

[Purusapura]

NAME: my name is Julian Hartmann, you may refer to me as Herr Hartmann
PROFESSION: I run the German mob in this archipelago
FACTION: criminal
SPECIALTY: Arms production, Arms smuggling along with several legal businesses such as several gourmet restaurants which can be considered as the best restaurants in the city, I also have an import/export business to make my business look more legal, what can I say, I have been in this business for a long time thanks to my father who laid the foundations
GENDER: male
AGE: 54
BIOGRAPHY / BACKGROUND INFORMATION: Julian Hartmann was born in Munich, West Germany, in the year 1966 to an influential arms dealer and producer, Andreas Hartmann who had connections all over western Europe, he had clients in Italy, Spain and Ireland, business was good as turmoil was frequent in those nations, the years of lead in Italy, the Basque insurgency in Spain and the troubles in Ireland but as his father's criminal empire grew it also brought more attention... The attention of law enforcement but more importantly other German competitors who had no mercy, Andreas' men were going down one by one at the hands of rival arms dealers and soon Andreas died in a car blast in 1996 which made Julian the new leader, Julian knew that Munich wasn't good anymore, with Europe becoming more secure and a place of law Julian knew he needed to move to an entirely different country or else he would suffer the same fate as his father, he needed to move to the condominium

Julian moved almost all his manpower and money to the chain of islands and bought warehouses and other assets to restart his business, he was almost broke but he managed to withstand it and create another empire on the archipelago by 2004 and his empire continued to grow and his faction, the Werwolves named after the planned Guerilla resistance in case Germany lost world war 2, Julian now dominates the arms producing and trafficking rackets of the condominium, if you buy any gun from a dealer whether it be an assault rifle, a pistol, a sniper or a shotgun it was most likely manufactured illegally by the Werwolves.
ANY PARTICULAR FLAVOR TIDBITS :
a taste for finer things: Julian loves wine and fancy food but what he doesn't like is art, it never appealed to him like wine and gourmet food.

manners: Julian likes to carry himself in gentlemanly manner and hates rude behaviour

Fancy fashion: Julian also likes to be well dressed and he does look well dressed whenever he is seen