GTA: Los Santos - Character Thread

You are in Los Santos. What's the story? You don't give a shit. You're a criminal. You make your own story, you decide your own beginning and ending. You're in Los Santos now, and whatever plans you once had are gone. You've gotta get by here, in the best ways you can. Good fucking luck.

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Name: Leonid Travnikov (Russian: Леонид Травников)

Date of Birth: January 6th, 1979

Sex: Male

Race: Caucasian

Description:

Fashion Sense: A man of fine taste, Leonid prefers to wear suits in almost all occasions. While he owns his fair share of leather jackets and casual clothes, he finds almost no use for them. He often wears a pair of Silver Superior glasses, as well as black leather gloves, both to make it harder to pinpoint who he is.

Favourite Weapons:
Magazine Extended Pistol .50
Scoped and Suppressed Assault SMG
Advanced Scoped Heavy Sniper

Owned Vehicles:
Enus Cognoscenti Cabrio
Benefactor Schafter
Ubermacht Zion

Wealth:
Available to him: $2,351,060
Available to the Solntsevskaya Bratva: $8.5billion

Personality: Proud of himself and full of faith, Leonid is as arrogant and stuck up as they come. With no respect for the common thugs that roam San Andreas, and no love for the poorly organised mobs that control much of the cities underground, he's made more enemies than friends. As a nationalist who loves his country, and in many ways despises America, he's had difficulty fitting into the niche of the European climate that barely exists in Los Santos.

History: Born in Kormagrad, a city in the western steppes of Russia, Leonid grew up in a poor area with his mother, while his father went off fighting the wars for the Soviet Union. As a young man, Leonid always dreamt of joining the Union and it’s armed forces and fighting for it’s people, though his mother stopped at nothing to dissuade this.

At the age of sixteen, Leonid began to associate himself with small time crooks, robbing people and stores to make some money for themselves and their families. In the same year, his mother was raped and killed by unknown assailants, sending Leonid into a spiral of depression and near insanity. Eventually, during one of his groups robberies, he killed a civilian, and was quickly incapacitated by the team, who said they wouldn’t risk taking a maniac like him with them. He was arrested, and promptly thrown into prison at the age of eighteen.

During his time in the harsh reformatories, Leonid watched people die, kill, and commit all other number of atrocities that he could never even imagine. One day, he was approached by a group of men, and quickly began to fight them, ignoring their offer for ‘protection’. In the scuffle that followed, Leonid took down only one of the four men before he was beaten into submission.

For the next three years of his sentence, Leonid tried everything he could to survive on his own, and though he risked death countless times, he’d garnered a small following of new comers, forming a small clique. At one point, he was met by the head of another prison gang, known as the ‘Sol Brotherhood’. They claimed to be part of a larger operation outside the prisons, and offered he and his gang recruitment into their numbers. Though many jumped at the chance, Leonid refused until his very last day in the prisons, at the age of twenty-one, in 2000.

When he was released, it became dangerously apparent that whoever he’d killed had been someone far more powerful than he thought. In his first week, Leonid was attacked on the streets and forced to run for his life from a trio of attackers. It turned out he’d killed a high ranking member of a powerful crime family, and quickly he sought out the help of the same people who’d offered him a place in their ranks not long ago.

By the time he was twenty-two, Leonid was a member of the Solntsevskaya Bratva, a trained killer, a masterful thief, and an astounding maker of allies. He eventually moved to America, to partake in the large numbers of growing Europeans there. He proceeded to create his own Bratva, a sect under the Solntsevskaya. When he landed in Liberty City, he knew his time had come.

He started off with simple, petty crime – robberies and so on. Before long, he accidentally stole the vehicle of a loan shark that turned out to be employed by the Petrovics. With his hand in the pot of the Liberty City crime world, he began his climb to the top.
When he had what he needed, he bought a small warehouse in Bohan, and finally the Travnikov Bratva was known in Liberty City.

The Travnikov Bratva started off strong, dominating the mediocre crime market that Liberty City held, easily pushing over the only slowly growing Italian and Irish families. Soon, the Bratva managed to dominate Bohan, the Lupisella crime family their only opposition. Little did Leonid know that they were part of The Commission, the crime organization consisting of five of the original Italian crime families in Liberty City. With The Commission well aware of the risk of the Travnikov Bratva, they made sure that this up and coming Russian crime syndicate could never operate outside of Bohan, killing any and all members who dared walk on Commission turf.

The Lupisella-Tratnikov conflict boomed in 2004, when the Albanian Mob, a small time street gang, was employed by Leonid to operate against the Lupisella families and outside the brinks of Bohan. Though they were barely able to get a footing beyond Bohan, they inflicted heavily on the businesses of the Lupisella, who were unable to pinpoint how some street hoods were able to take over their once illustrious control. Eventually, the Ancelotti family got control of the Mob, and soon the Bratva was again left without allies, the slowly growing Spanish Lords simply enemies to both sides.

At some point in 2005, the Lupisella inflicted the first big hit to the Travnikov Bratva, in what would be known as the Fortside Massacre. In response, Leonid and his followers proceeded to kill anyone and everyone associated with The Commission in Bohan, and fortify their hold over the borough. The Lupisella responded similarly, and soon the place was split between both sides, with Little Bay, Boulevard and Northern Gardens going to the Lupisella, while Fortside, Chase Point, Industrial and South Bohan went to the Travnikovs.

This relationship continued into 2006, with the Travnikovs building up a strong business of prostitution, arms trafficking, and a powerful allegiance with the now strong Petrovic Bratva. This growth in power lead The Commission to step out of the spotlight, leaving the Lupisella to once again fend for themselves. Unbeknownst to the Tratnikovs, the Italian crime family made a quick bond with the Albanian Mob and Spanish Lords, promising both equal power over the area of Bohan controlled by the Travnikov Bratva if they helped to eliminate them.

By 2007, the Travnikov Bratva had been pushed into only South Bohan, with the Spanish Lords and Albanian Mob hounding down on them, their allies in the Petrovic Bratva doing everything they could to help. But by 2008, the Travnikov Bratva had been forced entirely out of Bohan, with all but a few of their leaders dead and most of their members gone. Assimilating into the Petrovic Bratva, The Commission once again claimed control over Bohan.

With news of the rise of Russian crime families in Liberty City, Leonid quickly found peace, glad to know that while he had fallen, his brothers and sisters had taken over. Knowing Liberty City was done for him, now that he was out of the protection he once relied on, Leonid decided it was time to leave, and using what was left of his power, hopped on a plane and disappeared, never to be mentioned again in that industrial crime riddled city.

After much time, Leonid moved to the beautiful city of Los Santos, where he’d heard good things about possible business associates. In his research he’d come across many people who lived in the city, most of which were involved in his fields of crime, the same ones he’d grown so used too. He got to know them and their methods, and once he was in Los Santos, he'd do all he could to take everything from them.

Vices:
Drinking
Cars (Will do almost anything for a good car)
Racism (i.e. he's an immense racist to pretty much everyone)

Name: Kayle Tamara Wynter

Aliases: Archangel  (IAA codename); Princess (street nick)
Age: 25

Sex: Female

Race: Caucasian  (British Descent)

Description: Height: 5'9


Fashion Sense: Modest; doesn't own many "hot" outfits, if any - doesn't go clubbing at the moment.

Favourite Weapons: AP Pistol, Special Carbine, Sniper Rifle

Owned Vehicles:
Shitzu Hakuchou
Vapid Dominator
Merryweather Upgraded Canis Mesa

Wealth: 3 Million

Personality: Cool, calm, and collected; has a tendency to go overboard when her daughter is in danger or her handler. tends to prefer overkill when allowed, though has a fondness for just sitting on a rooftop and poppin'assholes with her rifle.

History: Born in London, Kayle and her younger sister Morgan went to expensive schools since they could walk. Showered with gifts but never loved the two fell into different kinds of rebellion - Kayle leaving the house for paintball and martial arts and Morgan becoming an over the top party girl.
Their father did nothing to control Morgan, who descended into sex, drugs, and crime, but Kayle finally did. Breaking into the mansion that Morgan was partying at, Kayle started to drag her sister out...but her crackhead friends tried to stop her.
By the end of it, Kayle put five in the hospital and three had broken limbs. Arrested during her escape with Morgan, Kayle was brought before a judge and given a choice - while her sister was beig treated in rehab for her drug addiction, Kayle would either spend time in jail, real jail, or join the military.
Facing no other options, Kayle picked the military and subsequently applied to the RAF. Having her own grades, extracurricular activities, and prior training in some fields, the RAF accepted her.

At age 17 and three-quarters, Kayle was conscripted into the RAF. Sent to basic and working through it, Kayle spent four years training and learning. Having an interest in flying, she was put on a course to first fly helicopters, then, if she found herself comfortable as a pilot, jets would be considered.
She didn't crash the helicopters, so they decided to put her through some basic flight with propeller trainer until, at age 19 and a half, was given the chance to fly a real jet. She spent two months training in Eurofighter Typhoon, before her mother contacted her.

Some of Morgan's crackhead friends, high on some hard drugs, had broken in for Morgan. In drug-fueled rage they murdered him, and dragged her sister away. Unable to do anything but hide, she implored Kayle to save Morgan.
One problem was, she had no clue where her sister was being held...so, she reached out to family friends, until one managed to help - a New Scotland Yard Inspector, who used his own influence to help find the location of Morgan. While he did his best to get the cogs working, Kayle received a call from her sister - Morgan had managed to break free and begged her sister to save her, as Morgan's old friends were doing their best to dope her up once again. Already assaulted in other ways, Kayle put her career on the line.
Commandeering a Bell 412 from her airbase, she flew to London and executed a risky landing in the backyard of the crackhouse. Entering, Kayle slaughtered the doped-out kids with execution-style headshots, and released Morgan.

She had to run now. With murders and the theft of military hardware under her belt, jail time was inevitable. Leaving Morgan to the oncoming police officers for safety, Kayle took to the skies and made her way as far as possible, until a pair of Tornadoes from another base intercepted her. Forced down, she took off on foot into the wilderness, her head start enough to finally reach a town. Booking passage to America under an assumed name, Kayle arrived in Liberty City with one thought on her mind.
"f*ck me."

Six months from her birthday in December, and with little no money, contacts, or even a change of clothes, Kayle was forced to turn to the darker side of the city as her salvation. Finding work at the Triangle Club, she became embroiled in a prostitution ring run by the Trunchez brothers, until they were all slaughtered. Escaping during the carnage, she was picked up by the Pegorino family and forced to dance in Honkers nightclub. Pulled during FIB undercover checks, Kayle suffered her twentieth birthday with new information - during the mob's gangrapes of her, one had managed to impregnate her. Now bearing child and slowly losing her figure, the mob began to conspire her fate...if not for the death of Jimmy Pegorino.

With the mob falling apart after the death of the head of the family, NOOSE moved in. Cleaning up the stragglers, Kayle was found in a back room, beaten and starved. Taken to a hospital, she was left alone for the first month of her recovery and the second in an apartment provided by the police
That was when an agent of the IAA by the name of Flint Hamilton stopped by, and revealed she had approached yet another choice.
Work for him in sunny Los Santos, or be extradited to England for crimes against the Crown, and all that fun stuff that came with ten accounts of first degree murder and theft of government property. Again, her choice was made for her. She was given time to recover, and be trained and updated on everything she would need...and time to raise her soon to be born daughter. Agent Hamilton, going by the code-name Azazel, gave her more time then most thought would be right - around five years.

Set up with Lamar (and warned that one's desire for sexual favors) she easily got the naive Lamar to set her up in Los Santos. Bundled onto a flight with five-and-a-half year old Kadence, she was split up by the IAA at the terminal. Sent out to meet Lamar, she rebuffed his advanced, resisting the urge to break his neck, and let him drive her around. She then proceeded to kick his bitch ass in a street race, Working with a few of Lamar's contacts, she established a small foothold, even obtaining her personal Dominator. She slept in it for the first few nights, until a sharp knock forced her awake. Outside was...not a hooker, as she dimly hoped. Instead, a sharply-dressed woman with a tight ponytail stood outside her window, suit freshly pressed. Introducing herself as Agent Arcelia (Ar-Cel-E-Uh) Washington, and her codename was Dominion. Getting into the passenger seat and setting the GPS, Kayle found herself pulling into the garage of the Del Perro apartments. Brought into a very high up apartment, Kayle was greeted by a hug from her own daughter.

Arcelia then brought her into a side room, and laid everything out - the IAA had acquired this apartment, another apartment, as well as a garage down by the airport. With a few parting words, Arcelia was ready to leave...but was stopped by little Kadence, who had taken a liking to her.
This was the first sign for Agent Flint Hamilton that something might develop. And something did - a few months in, while young Kadence was asleep on the couch after watching cartoons, and during a very heated argument over Kayle's tactics...it was Arcelia who made the first move, and when Kayle woke up, hours later to Kadence shaking her, asking for dinner. Hastily telling her to go upstairs and wait, Kayle quickly showered away the earlier...exercise, she hurried upstairs and quickly made Kadence some mac n' cheese, before Arcelia walked in.

Wearing her button up shirt and, hopefully, panties, Arcelia took a stool and downed a glass of wine.
"We never speak of this."
"Or we do."

That was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. And at first, it was just sex. Arcelia would look the other way when Kayle used...extreme measures, in exchange for Kayle's undivided attention a few times a week. But in most cases, as it is, something else blossoms. And Kayle found herself more then just a "booty call."
Not that she had any problem with that.

In between jobs for a contact named Lester, a few for a mobster named Martin Madrazo, and a few for a psychopath named Trevor Phillips and his cowardly lacky, Ron Jakowski. Gaining funds and soon contacted by Merryweather Security Consulting, Kayle was faced with a new challenge: her sister, Morgan.
Meeting her at a run down bar in Sandy Shores, Kayle managed to reconcile with her sister the final problems they had (accidentally broke some of the bar in the process) and parted ways as sisters again...but even then, fate had other plans. Plans that never seemed to coincide with Kayle's.

One month later, on Kadence's sixth birthday, Morgan called. FIB agents were moving in on her for some of the things she had done as Merryweather, and now needed help. With the IAA and FIB already on extremely uneasy terms, she easily procured a Buzzard from Arcelia and made her way to Blaine County. Arriving just in time to take down a few FIB Mavericks, she did her best to cover Morgan on her way to her own vehicle...but she was hit.
Kayle watched her drive off, and followed. Swerving, almost drunken flight.Paniced and scared, Kayle descended as the Merryweather Mesa swerved and went off-road, finally spinning out and broadsiding a tree. Kayle landed nearbye and ran as fast as she could, but it was too late. Morgan was dying, and there was nothing she could possibly do.
Kayle held her sister's hand, so she would not pass away alone.

Burying her in a grave overlooking Los Santos, Kayle returned to Del Perro, drowning her sorrow out with Arcelia for the night.

MISC NOTES FROM FIB SUPERVISOR "AZAZEL":
-Handler Codename: DOMINION (FIB Supervisor Note - Has a homosexual relationship with Archangel. Have found nothing compromising and thus will leave it be. This relationship has grown more close since the death of Morgan Wynter.) If this becomes problematic, Arcelia Washington might be re-assigned.
-Useful asset with multiple skills, mainly flying.
-Has managed to procure her own vehicles since initial funding; her daughter is ferried between homes at random, keeping any enemies of Kayle at a loss for the girl's location.

Vices:
Smoking (prefers Morely, gets redwoods because no one carries Morely)
Sex with her handler.
Princess Robot Bubblegum (Favorite Character: Tied between titular protags and Shiny Wasabi Kitty)

[CRIMINAL REPORT]

ALIAS(ES): THE MUTE, TACITUS MONTEM, N, 
REAL NAME: UNKNOWN AGE: SUSPECTED BETWEEN 20 AND 30 YEARS OF AGE
SEX: MALE RACE: MIXED RACE - PREDOMINANTLY WHITE

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: SUSPECT IS APPROXIMATELY 6'00" TALL (SIX FEET), DARK BLUE EYES, LONG BROWN HAIR, AND OF A MUSCULAR PHYSIQUE.

Fashion Sense: TYPICALLY SPOTTED WEARING A BROWN LEATHER JACKET, BLUE JEANS, COMBAT BOOTS, AND DRIVING GLOVES, WITH SUN-GLASSES, AND HAIR PULLED INTO A TAIL. HAS ALSO BEEN SPOTTED IN A BLACK SUIT AND BLACK TIE. HIS FASHION SENSE APPEARS TO VARY DEPENDING ON WHAT HE'S DOING. 

Favourite Weapons: HE HAS BEEN KNOWN TO USE THE FOLLOWING WEAPONS FREQUENTLY, AND BALLISTICS SHOULD BE CHECKED AT THE CRIME SCENE TO CONFIRM HIS INVOLVEMENT: .45 MAGNUM AUTOMATIC WITH A "SILENCER", AN AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN, A LONG DISTANCE RIFLE THAT FIRES .367 MAGNUM ROUNDS. 

Owned Vehicles: HE'S BEEN SPOTTED DRIVING LEISURELY A SPORTS MOTORCYCLE MADE BY BATI. HIS GETAWAY CAR IS USUALLY AN ARMORED KURUMA - INVESTIGATING HOW HE OBTAINED THIS. ANOTHER VEHICLE WE HAVE SPOTTED HIM DRIVING IS THE VOLTIC COIL WE ARE ASSUMING THIS VEHICLE IS A GIFT OF SOME SORT FROM SOME WEALTHY PERSON. THE PLATES ON ALL THE VEHICLES ARE IN RESPECT: NOPE13, NO2, NAUTI. THESE VEHICLES APPEAR TO BE MODIFIED IN SOME WAY. POSSIBLE LEAD: CAR SHOPS AROUND THE CITY. 

Wealth: CONSIDERED TO BE OF LOWER MIDDLE CLASS. 

Personality: CONSIDERED BY THE BUREAU'S BEHAVIORISTS TO BE A PSYCHOPATH LACKING NARCISSISTIC QUALITIES. THERE'S NO RECORD OF HIM SPEAKING ON A JOB OR CRIMINAL ACTIVITY THAT WAS BEING MONITORED BY THE POLICE. ONLY EVIDENCE OF PERSONALITY IS EFFICIENCY IN KILLING PEOPLE WHO GET IN THE WAY OF THE JOB - INCLUDING OTHER PEOPLE ON THE JOB. 

History: SO FAR WE HAVE A FEW KNOWN ASSOCIATED CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES: THE ROBBERY OF THIRTEEN (13) DIFFERENT CONVENIENCE STORES ACROSS THE COUNTY IN THE SAME DAY. A BANK ROBBERY IN WHICH ONE OF THE ACCOMPLICES WAS SHOT AND LEFT DEAD AT THE SCENE - SEE FILE #38 UNDER "T-M". FOUR (4) ARMED ROBBERIES OF GUARDA TRUCKS SUMMING ONE-HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS APPROXIMATELY. THE SABOTAGE OF TEN (10) POLICE RIOT VANS. FOURTEEN (14) COUNTS OF MURDER OF GANG MEMBERS AND ASSUMED ASSOCIATES. CONSIDERED TO BE A MINOR CRIMINAL. 


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Aliases: Tacitus Montem (classical latin) , Stille Berg (german), Stummriessen (german), Gigas Tacet (classical latin), Muto Giganto (Italian), Muto Colosso (italian) , Tacito Colosso (itallian), Ruhig Riesse (german)
Name: Neil  Otto

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Race: Male; of germanic descent.

Description: 6'2" (six feet and two inches) tall, dark blue eyes, long brown hair, and has a muscular body from working out everyday. He's almost at Strongman status of muscularity. 

Fashion Sense: Super casual fashion sense. Jeans and a T-shirt with combat boots are the usual. He wears a suit on occasion when he has to attend meetings for his internet company. on the job he usually has some kind of body armor covered by a jacket or hoodie with a mask. Shorts, boots, and a shirt are also common. 

Favourite Weapons: Silenced pistol, automatic silenced shotgun, a marksman rifle. 

Owned Vehicles: For the Job: Armored Kuruma (black); For everyday: Coil Voltic (white); For Casual: Pegassi Bati motorcycle.

Wealth: Pretty much middle class. Most of his money is floating around in the stock market and not in a bank. He makes about 37,000 a year on his normal job.  

Personality: "Strong Silent Type" Not much of a talker. [wip] High-aspect: Strongman Criminal Hit Man. 

History: [Autobiographical History]
Background: where did he come from?


"I was born in Hanzelheim, Garmany, a place you've probably never heard of. I don't even think it's on the map. A small town. On the GPS it's just a collection of buildings without a name. 

Rising: What shaped him?

Vices: 
Gambling

Murder

Statistics:
Stamina: [x][x][x][x][] Triathlete
Strength:[x][x][x][x][x] Strongman
Shooting:[x][x][x][x][x] Dead-eye
Stealth:[x][x][x][x][x] Ninja
Flying: [x][x][x][x][x] Ace
Driving:[x][x][x][x][x] Pro-Driver
Mental State:[][][][][]

Name: Aleksei Dmitrich

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Race: Caucasian

Description:

Standing in at 5 foot 8 and weighing in at about 170 pounds, Aleksei isn't the most frightening looking man. He has short brown hair, coming down partway over his forehead with slight ridges. He's clean shaven, citing he hates the feel of any kind of facial hair. He has striking green eyes.

Skills:

Flying
Shooting

Fashion Sense:

He's pretty casual Ripped jeans, a shabby shirt, running shoes and black sunglasses. He wouldn't object to putting on a nice suit if he had to.

Favorite Weapons: Pistol, Assault Rifle and Molotov Cocktails

Owned Vehicles: Mallard, Rebel and a Hexer

Wealth: 20,000 dollars

Personality:

Aleksei is a hot headed buffoon. You can usually blame the cocaine for that, but when he starts smoking his own product, you can only blame him. He's prone to shooting first and asking questions later, which can make getting deals with him very difficult, not to mention the slight language barrier. If you try to move into his territory, he won't hesitate to break you.

History:

Aleksei was born in a gray area of Russia to a Ukranian father and a Russian mother. Looking for a somewhat better place, his family moved to Liberty City while Aleksei was around 12 years old. Firefly Island, where all of "his kind" stayed. Both of his parents worked full time, trying to provide a good education for young Aleksei. Years would pass under the constant toil and his parents would ultimately die. At the age of 21, he picked up his addiction to cocaine to try to cope with his loss. This would spiral out of control in many ways than one. At the age of 24, he was strapped for cash and needed money to get loan sharks off of him. Instead of facing them headfirst, he hopped a plane as a stowaway and headed for beautiful San Andreas.

Landing in at the airport, he narrowly escaped police capture and became a man on the run. Running until he found the desert. He kept going and going until he found an abandoned building in Sandy Shores. He would lay low here and get into drug trafficking for the local addicts. He would gain some control over the local airfield. Over the last year, he has tried gaining ground for the addicts in Los Santos.

Vices:

Cocaine
His hot temper