Introduction
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The premise of this RP is to roleplay as a Mobster, a man of the mafia. You start off
in New Reno with little cash and few friends. The city streets are filled with
prosttutes, drug dealers, gangsters, and civillians low on luck. It's up to you
how you make a name for yourself in this god-forsaken place. How will you shape your fate?
How will you affect the town of New Reno, for better or worse? The Don of the Mordino Family
has suffered a major blow in the loss of their new made-man, Arden Stone. Arden
was gunned down as he left his car at the Desperado Casino, by masked assailants. They
carried heavy-duty weapons, including Tommy Guns and Sub-machine guns.
The Mordino family has fallen from grace, becoming the weakest of the four families
in New Reno, even weaker than the Wrights.

This is where you come in. In order to rise back up as a respected and feared
family, the Mordinos need new men. You begin as the lowest rank, a Toad (Note:
This does not go by the Itallian ranking system for the Mafia). You must slowly
build your way up, possibly becoming the new Don, and successor of "Big Jesus" Mordino,
the current head of the Mordinos. With a sickly Don, a hard-headed and arrogant son,
and a crumbling Jet factory, the Mordinos are slowly dying. It is up to the new recruits
to rebuild the once prestiged family of the Mordinos.

Ranks
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NATURAL RANKS (These ranks go in a successive order, you impress someone high up in
the family, you rank up. Simple as that. Unfortunately, just because you're a great
Made-Man or Underboss, doesn't mean you're set up to be the Don. To become a Don, you really
have to do something special. Same goes for Made-Man. Sometimes you can go straight from
a Made-Man to a Don, but it is unlikely.)

1. Toad
2. Sheep
3. Associate
4. Footsoldier
5. Gunman
6. Enforcer
7. Made-Man
8. Caporegime (Crew Leader)
9. Underboss
10. The Don

SPECIAL RANKS (These ranks are usually stand alone, but some are successive like Natural
Ranks. To attain these you must do something important. Note: If you were an Enforcer
and become a Contract Killer, you can still become a Made-Man, or eventually Underboss
later.)

1. Family Advisor (Controls the cash flow and drug output)

1. Contract Killer
2. Hitman
3. Assassin

1. Driver
2. Chofure

1. Man-at Arms (Usually gets the best weapon rewards and biggest artilery)

Rules and Guidelines-------------------

1) Do not be all-knowing or mind-reading
2) Do not fast-forward the story, only I can continue the plot drastically
3) I am the host and have full control over every element of the game, including death
(Note: This does not mean I can just kill you when I want)
4) No language that the board won't allow
5) No romance, and be very non-descript and vague around strippers and prosttutes
6) Do not kill another player without their consent.
7) Do not control anyone who isn't your character
8) No godmoding or ubering, basically meaning be realistic
9) Use as best grammar and spelling as you possibly can
10) Do not determine the outcome of your posts, such as a bullet hitting someone.
11) List your location in bold at the top of each post
12) Have fun!

Character Sheets

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race: (Caucasian, Black, Asian, you know the drill)
Appearance:
Weapons: Keep it very simple, no big guns or multiple guns, you're just a toad
Equipment: Anything that doesn't hurt someone. Note: You start with $250.
Misc Info:

NOTE: YOU MUST START AS A TOAD

I will begin posting as my character soon. For now, I'm Little Jesus Mordino, a Caporegime in the family

My post:

Abandoned Warehouse, Northern New Reno

Little Jesus Mordino lit a cigarrette as the new recruits poured into the warehouse. They were led by several Caporegimes like him and the Underboss, Rorn Black. Little Jesus was dressed in a black leather jacket, and a dark pair of jeans. With one hand he took puffs from the cig, and with the other, he spun his switchblade, properly named, Lil' Jesus.
"All of you [censored]ers get in line, now!" shouted Lil Jesus, spinning the blade around wickedly.
"Aint got time for this [censored]... got a Jet deal to take care of down south..."
"Don't bust an artery," said the Underboss, Rorn Black, walking towards Jesus.
"I think you should direct that to my father," said Lil' Jesus, grinning.
"I don't take that humorously, Little Jesus," said Black, scowling.
"Oh don't worry. When the old man kicks the bucket, I'll be the new Don, and you'll be in trouble.
"Remember your place, you pice of [censored]!" roared the Underboss, gripping hold of Jesus' throat. But Lil' Jesus just smiled. Dozens of Toads were in the back of the warehouse, watching Mordino being lifted off the ground by Rorn.
Black let go of Mordino, and dusted off his jacket.
"Oh he will not be pleased," said Mordino, grinning. Black stumbled off, grumbling.
"Listen up you sons a [censored]es! Today you're becoming Toads in the Mordino crime family! You have all been given a small amount of money, to spend it on anything you like. I suggest you don't go burning a hole in your pocket to get Jet!"

Name: Darren Michaels
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-four
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Short, slick black hair. Black jacket with a white shirt underneath. Blue, baggy jeans. Dark brown working boots.
Weapons: Brass Knuckles ($60) Combat Knife ($165)
Equipment: Money ($25)
Misc Info: None

Abandoned Warehouse, Northern New Reno

Darren, after having recieved his $250 left the warehouse and headed down into the sleazy streets of New Reno. Making sure to stash the cash in his shoe, he set off down the pavement, avoiding the crowds of shady looking characters and obvious jet addicts. Arriving in the Commerical District, he made his way to the shabby, partially destroyed building baring the sign 'New Reno Arms'. Opening the door, Darren made his way over to the counter and removed his cash from his shoe. "How much for that eh..." He began, browsing over the inventory on the table. "How much for the knuckles and that fine lookin` knife buddy?" He asked, eyeing up the merchandise. "$225." The response was gruff and quick, as was Darren's reaction. He removed the money from his shoe and counted out $225 exactly before handing it over. The merchant took the money, counting it slowly before giving Darren the two weapons in exchange. "Thanks." Darren muttered before stashing cash and weaponry away.

"Now where to next..."

Character Sheets

Name: Frank Lupinacci
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Race: Italian
Appearance: 5' 10", 190lbs, jet black hair (Greased back), muscular build
Weapons: 9mm pistol, Switch blade
Equipment: Red shirt, Brown pants, sun glasses,
Misc Info: Frank was always a troubled child. His father used to beat his mother, while Frank watched. Frank got into trouble alot, because he hung around with the wrong crowd. They were just a little bunch of pick-pocketer's and grifters. Frank gradually gained acceptance into the Mordino crime family as a Toad.

Abandoned Warehouse, Northern New Reno

Frank looked at the little scuffle between the two men, and walked out. It was nice radiated day, as Frank made his way to the bar. It was going to be a good day, new job, new people, and best of all, new weapons and people to kill. It was starting to look up for Frank...

Character Sheets

Name: Artur (Its a real Irish Name meaning Noble) Conor
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Irish
Appearance: Short and very broad with very Vivid Ginger hair. Has a grin like a Ginger Tom Cat.
Weapons: A wooden club made from a Pick-Axe handle without its Pick-Axe head.
Equipment:

• A few bottles of Crude home brew moonshine Whiskey.
  
• A cotton poloshirt with a small four leaf clover emblem sewn onto the briast.
  
• A pair of very worn jeans with old blood stains turned brown on the thigh and shins.
  
• In his pocket he has the $250 dollars he has just recieved.
  
• An old leatherbound red bible with a golden cross sticked on.

Misc Info:
Artur has a very strong northern Irish accent, he has grown up in a part of the city of which decended from a population of Irish Imigrants.
He is an ex-member of a small 'irish family' of gangsters but most of his real family who were also in the gang were killed in a vicious fight to control the moonshine buisiness of which they lost.
Artur has a very sick sence of humour and is most always grinning at something or another.


The Irish man stood in the line up, his huge club hanging in his bulky right arm and his left hand in his pocket. He couldnt help but smile at the events between the young Boss' son and the family underboss.
Aigh, A wonder who's ead well be crack'n fur us first job.
He lifted his club, admiring its smooth planed and sanded handle, the head was a different story.
Littered with wide dents in the wood and knotches where he had parryed blades or someone had dodged his swing and he had struck courners of walls.

As Mordino addressed the line Artur stood still, leaning on his club.
He couldnt help but smile even wider as the man told them not to spend all thier money on Jet.
Nah drugs like but a wonder ef they mind booze

Name: Jason Black
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: rugged beard, Buzz cut, Blue eyes, Small scar on his cheek and one across his back.
Weapons: switch blade.
Equipment: Some whisky, three packs of cigarettes, lighter, a shard of metal reminding him how he got his scar on his back, $250, Leather jacket, leather pants, leather fingerless gloves, black undershirt and boots.
Misc Info: Hates people that fool around
Gets what needs to be done done
Good with any kind of blade and has used guns before
When he is nervous or mad he spins his switchblade around his fingers

Abandoned Warehouse, Northern New Reno

After jason got his money he took a cigarette and lit it. unlike most people he stood outside smoking his cigarette and drinking his whisky. "Now what should i go to the casino or go home, well im almost out of whiskey anyway im might aswell get some more"

The Desperado 1st floor

"Give me a bottle of wiskey" "here you go thats $5" "here" after sitting around for a few hours watching people come and go and drinking two more bottles of whiskey he headed home

Name: Ted "T-Dog" Howard
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Ted is a pretty average guy, with little distinctive features. He has short brown hair which he usually hides with a black with white spots bandanna, a black shirt and blue jeans.
Weapons: A pipe rifle with 15-20 bullets, and a crowbar.
Equipment: A shaving razor, a yo-yo, a couple bottles of water, 2 Cat's Paw Magazines and a pouch of bullets.
Misc Info: T-Dog screws around with people. A lot.

Ted takes the $250, and with a nod, graciously thanks Lil' Jesus. He promptly walks out of the warehouse, and goes right to New Reno Arms to buy himself some more bullets.

Virgin Street

Darren returned back to Virgin street, home to the infamous casino, owned by his new family. The "Desperado", two large, beefy looking guards stood outside the entrance, obviously with some concealed weaponry. Darren looked up and gazed at the bright neon sign which happened to be slightly flickering and slowly the whole glamour began to fade. The place was obviously in a bad way, missing neon letters, scraqed and scratched paint...It was in need of work, a lot of it too. Stepping forwards to the entrance, he entered the casino...

The Desperado

The casino was much like any other casino in New Reno, full of jet addicts and gambling addicts. The sound of slot machines rolling filled the air and the scent of booze and jet filled Darren's nostrils. He looked around, lost in a sea of slot machines before sitting the bar. Darren made his way over to it, avoiding the shady looking people who offered him jet. When he made it to the bar, he asked the bartender for a bottle of whiskey, which was promptly put infront of him. He handed the man a $5 bill and told him to keep the change. Then, opening the lid he took a sip from the bottle. "Hm. Wonder when I'll get my first job." He thought to himself, scanning the bar.

The Desperado

The cocky Irishman walked up to the bar.
"Aigh love, whats the price of ur poison?" He smiled to the young girl.
"I mean, he payed 10 dollars an ey payed 5 and apparently you kept the change."

He leant across the bar and passed her a scribbled note on a piece of paper.
"What duh' yey say about a bottle of brown then ey?" She giggled and closed the piece of paper, slipping it down her top and passed Artur a bottle of Whiskey.
"I will make it much worth yey while girl."

Artur picked up his club from atop the bar where he had left it, winking at the young girl as he walked off to a table in the courner, as he did the young girl slipped some money from her own pocket into the till and returner the smile.

[[Bump?]]