View topic - Rivalry in New York (CLOSED)
It happened in the New York city:
This is in New York, everywhere you go you're not in security because the mafia is everywhere. Ah? You say you're one of them? Well...it doesn't mean you're not a target...because they all are in rivalry. Why? Because they all want New York for themselves. That's who tree of the mafias in the world started a war between them. The security doesn't exist, not for the civils nor for the mafia, cause they all can be a target at every time everywhere.
This is in New York, everywhere you go you're not in security because the mafia is everywhere. Ah? You say you're one of them? Well...it doesn't mean you're not a target...because they all are in rivalry. Why? Because they all want New York for themselves. That's who tree of the mafias in the world started a war between them. The security doesn't exist, not for the civils nor for the mafia, cause they all can be a target at every time everywhere.
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Tenebrae >> Torhval
Do never betray your boss:
=> No god-modding, no one is perfect and it's not fun.
=> Don't kill other persons if they don't want, ask them first by PM.
=> No auto-hit/auto-kill, it's not fun.
=> I don't want to know anything about the characters sex life, pleas take it away from me.
=> Remember the mafia is not American and can't have any member of the opposite group, they have to be Italian in the Italian mafia, Japanese in the Yakuza and Russian in the Russian mafia, or they have to have a relation with the group they joined, it have to be logic.
=> If you are a family member your history have to match with the others family members.
=> Pleas don't do any post with tho much gore details in it.
=> Don't forget to PM me your profile with the name of the mafia group you want to join, if you don't want to be in the mafia the title will be "Civil". Remember the civil can be attacked, killed or kidnapped in any time.
=> If you read the rules pleas add "Lets the war start" to the title of the message.
=> I would like you to post at least once to twice a week, If you can't post, or will be away for a while pleas PM me so I know about it.
=> No god-modding, no one is perfect and it's not fun.
=> Don't kill other persons if they don't want, ask them first by PM.
=> No auto-hit/auto-kill, it's not fun.
=> I don't want to know anything about the characters sex life, pleas take it away from me.
=> Remember the mafia is not American and can't have any member of the opposite group, they have to be Italian in the Italian mafia, Japanese in the Yakuza and Russian in the Russian mafia, or they have to have a relation with the group they joined, it have to be logic.
=> If you are a family member your history have to match with the others family members.
=> Pleas don't do any post with tho much gore details in it.
=> Don't forget to PM me your profile with the name of the mafia group you want to join, if you don't want to be in the mafia the title will be "Civil". Remember the civil can be attacked, killed or kidnapped in any time.
=> If you read the rules pleas add "Lets the war start" to the title of the message.
=> I would like you to post at least once to twice a week, If you can't post, or will be away for a while pleas PM me so I know about it.
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Tenebrae >> Torhval
The families, because they are some:
Mafia italiano(Italian)
The Boss(Charlie Moretti): The Boss.
Zila(Domitilla Moretti): Daughter of the Boss.
Corvo(Belvedere Moretti): Youngest child of the Boss.
Bellezza bambola(Alessia): Member(possition not determined).
Miss Alice(Angela): teacher/assassin.
Rosella (rose) >Left< & Fiore (flower) >right<(Eula (left) & Luisa (right) Bice): Us doctors (and clean up crew).
Russkaya mafiya(Russian)
Koshchey(Demyan Zadouroff): The boss.
Mnogie litsa(Ivan Zadouroff): Son of the boss.
Yefim(Viktor Нестор): The boss' best friend.
Maxima(Nadeah): secretary/ disguise specialist.
Tech(Alexei): Hacker.
Mirage(Nikita Ekomov): Interrogator/bartender.
Yakuza(Japanese)
Kagemusha(Yamaguchi Katsuro): The Boss.
Amanozako(Yamaguchi Hotaru): Eldest child.
Miho(Nakamura Aiko): The boss' sister-in-law.
Yuki(Ichigo Morimoto): Bodyguard.
Munashii(Takahashi Kimiko): Assassin.
Kuro Neko(Daisuke Sakuran): Second Assassin.
Non of the families(Civils)
Marie Elizabeth Lionheart: Student.
Christian Schenk: Student.
Yamaguchi Kameko: Baker.
Tuuli Featherdust: Fortune teller.
Izzy Carinia: Waitress.
Mafia italiano(Italian)
The Boss(Charlie Moretti): The Boss.
Zila(Domitilla Moretti): Daughter of the Boss.
Corvo(Belvedere Moretti): Youngest child of the Boss.
Bellezza bambola(Alessia): Member(possition not determined).
Miss Alice(Angela): teacher/assassin.
Rosella (rose) >Left< & Fiore (flower) >right<(Eula (left) & Luisa (right) Bice): Us doctors (and clean up crew).
Russkaya mafiya(Russian)
Koshchey(Demyan Zadouroff): The boss.
Mnogie litsa(Ivan Zadouroff): Son of the boss.
Yefim(Viktor Нестор): The boss' best friend.
Maxima(Nadeah): secretary/ disguise specialist.
Tech(Alexei): Hacker.
Mirage(Nikita Ekomov): Interrogator/bartender.
Yakuza(Japanese)
Kagemusha(Yamaguchi Katsuro): The Boss.
Amanozako(Yamaguchi Hotaru): Eldest child.
Miho(Nakamura Aiko): The boss' sister-in-law.
Yuki(Ichigo Morimoto): Bodyguard.
Munashii(Takahashi Kimiko): Assassin.
Kuro Neko(Daisuke Sakuran): Second Assassin.
Non of the families(Civils)
Marie Elizabeth Lionheart: Student.
Christian Schenk: Student.
Yamaguchi Kameko: Baker.
Tuuli Featherdust: Fortune teller.
Izzy Carinia: Waitress.
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Tenebrae >> Torhval
Want to join one of them?
Become one of them:
Mafia:
Civil:
Become one of them:
Mafia:
Code:[imgright]Pleas put picture here[/imgright][align=left][color=#400000]Hello, you only know me as[/color] [color=#BF0000](code name)[/color][color=#400000], but in the family they all know I am[/color] [color=#BF0000](First name + Family name)[/color][color=#400000]. The beginning? That was for[/color] [color=#BF0000](Age)[/color] [color=#400000]years ago. WHAT??? You can't see it? Well I am[/color] [color=#BF0000](gender)[/color][color=#400000]. Don't play with me, because you don't know what[/color] [color=#BF0000](position or family member)[/color] [color=#400000]can do. And I never go anywhere without[/color] [color=#BF0000](weapon(s))[/color][color=#400000].
My Heart can only be taken by[/color] [color=#BF0000](preference/sexuality)[/color][color=#400000].
What the light brings me:[/color] [color=#BF0000](what your character likes or loves)[/color][color=#400000].
But when it became dark...[/color] [color=#BF0000](what your character doesn't like or hates)[/color][color=#400000].
What is roaming in the darkness...[/color] [color=#BF0000](fears)[/color]
[color=#400000]Take a little(much) time with me and you'll now I am[/color] [color=#BF0000](Personality)[/color][color=#800000]. You're a little too curious... You know, curiosity kills.[/color]
[color=#BF0000](History/bio)[/color]
[color=#400000]WHAT? You says I am manipulated by[/color] [color=#BF0000](Username)[/color][/align]
Civil:
Code:[imgright]Pleas put picture here[/imgright][align=left][color=#000040]Hello, I am[/color] [color=#0000BF](First name + Family name)[/color][color=#000040]. The beginning? That was for[/color] [color=#0000BF](Age)[/color] [color=#000040]years ago. WHAT??? You can't see it? Well I am[/color] [color=#0000BF](gender)[/color][color=#000040]. My life is as a[/color] [color=#0000BF](Job/Status)[/color] [color=#000040]. And I never go anywhere without[/color] [color=#0000BF](Any type of things with importance, or used for every day.)[/color][color=#000040].
My Heart can only be taken by[/color] [color=#0000BF](preference/sexuality)[/color][color=#000040].
What the light brings me:[/color] [color=#0000BF](what your character likes or loves)[/color][color=#000040].
But when it became dark...[/color] [color=#0000BF](what your character doesn't like or hates)[/color][color=#000040].
What is roaming in the darkness...[/color] [color=#0000BF](fears)[/color]
[color=#000040]Take a little(much) time with me and you'll now I am[/color] [color=#0000BF](Personality)[/color][color=#000040]. Why do you need to know that? Isn't it personal?[/color]
[color=#0000BF](History/bio)[/color]
[color=#000040]WHAT? You says I am manipulated by[/color] [color=#0000BF](Username)[/color][/align]
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Tenebrae >> Torhval
“У попа была собака,
Он ее любил.
Она съела кусок мяса,
Он ее убил.
В землю закопал,
надпись написал…”
Demyan walked down the hall of his rather large mansion happily singing the nursery rhyme he had learned in his childhood. It was another lovely morning in New York and he was eager to continue his work. With a large smile on his face he wandered about singing happily till he arrived at the kitchen. Once inside he selected a few favored ingredients from the refrigerator and set them on the counter. Pulling down a frying pan and a small pot he began cooking his interpretation of a traditional American breakfast: eggs, bacon, waffles and oatmeal with raisins. Ever since arriving in the United States, Demyan has become obsessed with American cuisine. When ever he is not busy conducting business or dealing with his “family,” he was found either cooking or drinking, and on occasion he does both at the same time. As he was cooking he continued humming the little rhyme happily as he prepared enough food for himself and his son.
(Nursery Rhyme Translation: The priest had a dog,
And he loved her.
The dog ate a piece of meat,
He killed her.
He buried her in the ground,
And he wrote an inscription...)
Nadeah, who had been awake for about two hours now, was sitting in front of her laptop as she surfed the logs she had stored in the database. In these logs were all of the names, ages, and all around profile of every Japanese civilian in the world. It had taken her years to obtain this much information, and certainly a lot of hacking. However, she was determined to go through each and every profile, skipping the younger generations and all of the males. Her age category of suspicion was from the age of 20 and up. There was only one way to find the woman that killed her family, and this was it. Well, mostly. She doubted she could really get remotely close to the Yakuza, but she was trying anyway. She had specifically put her in situations where the Yakuza would have to notice her, but no such luck yet. A sigh left her lips and she ran her fingers through her hair.
Daintily picking up her cell phone, she sent out a brief message to the contact in her phone dubbed "Boss". Most people would assume that it was her employer, and really he was, but not the kind anyone would think. It was still a bit early, so she knew he may not have been up yet, but it was a simple text that could be answered at any time of the day.
"What's on the agenda for today?" Read the text.
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Ivan Zadouroff
The son of the Boss and the Actor of Mnogie litsa
Ivan hadn't really slept this night, he didn't really like New York, but had to live there. He knew what his father wanted, but what he didn't like was that his father became obsessed with American food, if it was only that at the menu from the morning to the end of the day he would probably not eat all of it. After all he knew how to make food himself...
Getting down to the kitchen his father was already there, without saying anything but just sat down. Not really touching the food either...just looking at it... There was no question that he would eat American every day. And certainly not every time in the day either. If his father couldn't understand that...
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Tenebrae >> Torhval
Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth she delivered the final blow, driving her knee into the large man’s solar plexus. As the man crumpled to the ground one last time, Hotaru lifted her fist in the air in victory as the crowds cheered. Stepping over the prone form of her would be competitor she made her way to the exit. Crossing the threshold out of the caged arena she was greeted by the usual posse of armed men in black suits. One of the men held out her coat and congratulated her on yet another victory. With a smirk she swung her large black coat around her small frame. Heading over to the bookie she collected her winnings, informing the mousy man that she would be back and that there had better be decent competition next time before taking her leave.
With the armed men at her flanks, she left the supposedly abandoned building and out into the chilly air of yet another dull morning in New York. Pulling out her cell she noted the time. Eight am. Yet again another night has flown by without her notice as she submersed herself into the night world of cage fighting. Her father would probably disapprove of how she was conducting herself here in the Americas. Her father was a bit of a traditionalist, but she had no interest in following outdated stereotypes. She enjoyed fighting and no one, not even the Kumicho was going to stop her. Slipping the phone back into her pocket, Hotaru decided to skip school for the day and headed home to her bed.
With the armed men at her flanks, she left the supposedly abandoned building and out into the chilly air of yet another dull morning in New York. Pulling out her cell she noted the time. Eight am. Yet again another night has flown by without her notice as she submersed herself into the night world of cage fighting. Her father would probably disapprove of how she was conducting herself here in the Americas. Her father was a bit of a traditionalist, but she had no interest in following outdated stereotypes. She enjoyed fighting and no one, not even the Kumicho was going to stop her. Slipping the phone back into her pocket, Hotaru decided to skip school for the day and headed home to her bed.
Yamaguchi Katsuro
The Kumicho
The Kumicho
Onyx eyes gazed upon the skies as a rosy color began to spread across it and paint the clouds in a pink color in replace of gray. As the sun rose up to bring on the morning, a chilling breeze blew by causing long raven locks to dance along it. The Japanese man sat calmly on the steps of the back porch of his property, quietly enjoying the break of dawn and sipping away at a warm cup of green tea. If anyone were to observe the at this time, they would have called him tranquility personified. The brief bit of sun vanished and hid behind the gray clouds, the pinkness leaving with it, and his dark eyes closed as another breeze blew by, the winter chill seeping into his bones. But Katsuro paid it little mind. Winter in New York was cold yes, but it was not as cold as it was in Japan.
Taking a sip of tea to warm him up, the raven-haired man drifted his thoughts to why he was awake so early in the day. Well it was a normal occurrence for him to be up with the sun, the reason behind it this day was because of the once again disappearance of his daughter Hotaru. He had discovered she was gone form her room in the late of night and remained awaiting her return sense then. Finishing his tea, Katsuro arose from his spot and began to walk back inside. Once inside, he sat upon the couch near the front door and grabbed the newspaper off of the coffee table. Opening it up, the Japanese man began to read, and waited.
A couple hours passed before the sound of the door opening caught his attention. Folding the newspaper, Katsuro stood and turned towards the door with his arms folded across his chest. "Okaeri." he said calmly, his face an indifferent mask but his dark eyes showing anger and worry.
(Okaeri = Welcome Home)
Daisuke Sakuran
The Assassin known as Kuro neko
Daisuke took very good care of his little selection of weapons as if they all was a precious part of a big treasure. He never used any fire weapons, but all of his weapons was Japanese and familiar to him. he knew how to use them the best, still his favorite was the Tekko-kagi cause it made him closer to a cat, after all it wasn't for no reason that he was surnamed Kuro neko. Plus he loved cats, it was definitely his favorite animal. It wasn't for nothing that he was known for doing a good job in a short time. So far except the daughter of the Boss there where only one female in the Yakuza. Also she was beautiful too, but he was probably too timid to to take the first steppe, especially if it was Hotaru, He couldn't even imagine that it would be possible. She was somewhat different from other girls... He had once again trained his skills this night as usual. He preferred to do it at night time. So he had taken a early breakfast and what he needed now was a break. Hopefully the Boss didn't need him right now.
Tenebrae >> Torhval
Punching in the code to open the front gate of her “home,” Hotaru waved the men away signaling that there presence was no longer required. The men happily bowed and left, eager to have the briefest amount of sleep before the boss man found something for them to do. With the grace and confidence of a proud victor, she made her way up to the front door and let herself in eager to find her bed and sleep the day away. Unlocking the door and stepping inside she found herself facing the tall dark haired form of her father. He seemed far from pleased at seeing her come through the door despite the welcome he greeted her with.
“Ohayo gozaimasu oyabun.” Kicking the door shut behind her, she proceeded to remove her coat, not caring that her current state of dress blatantly gave away her nightly activities, and tossed into the closet beside the front door before knealing down to unlace her boots. She could care less that her father was angry, but she had to admit, she was fairly impressed he noticed her absence. He was usually too busy for such minor details.
(Ohayo gozaimasu oyabun= formal greeting meaning “Good morning boss” )
“Ohayo gozaimasu oyabun.” Kicking the door shut behind her, she proceeded to remove her coat, not caring that her current state of dress blatantly gave away her nightly activities, and tossed into the closet beside the front door before knealing down to unlace her boots. She could care less that her father was angry, but she had to admit, she was fairly impressed he noticed her absence. He was usually too busy for such minor details.
(Ohayo gozaimasu oyabun= formal greeting meaning “Good morning boss” )
Heck no she wasn't awake! Alexei hadn't slept all night because of the job the boss had made her do. Hack a bank and add more money to his checking account. She was exhausted, so she was sleeping. But her alarm, jingling, woke her up. Alexei groaned, sitting up as she opened her eyes. Her room was normal, retro, but it had a very large computer in the middle of it. She walked out of her room after putting a pair of pants on. She slipped her shirt on as she opened her fried, grabbing a pickle. She took a bite out of it before walking back to her room to put her shoes and socks on.
Alexei left her house fast, like she always did, holding her Mac book air. She stuck it in her bag as she jumped on her motor cycle, zooming off towards her bosses house.
Alexei ended up getting there quickly, maybe a little too quick. She walked up to the door and knocked. "Girl scout cookies!" She said in a high pitch voice, like a little girl scout.
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Kimiko sheathed her katana. She usually trained very early in the morning, and today was no different. She hadn't gone through any ammo with her guns. No, she would only fire blanks. There wasn't any need to waste ammunition when there was no real target. Her deadly sword dance had gone very well too, and with this in her mind, she allowed herself a rest. It was off to the office for the morning and then over to the estate for a while. There was no doubt in her mind that the boss's daughter, Hotarou, had been out again. Kimiko had seen the girl leave the estate herself when she stayed late to check up on a few mysterious cases.
Which was just great for the female. One of the go to assassins in the Yakuza or not, there was no escaping her boss's definite bad mood. Maybe she would sneak into the little room that almost belonged to her after work. After all, she was welcome there, but just didn't want to deal with a foul mood. And even a small part of her wanted to talk to Hotarou, just to try and convince her out of such a violent career, but she would seem like a hippocrit. An assassin telling a fighter to not be violent? Now THAT would be a story to laugh at.
With a small sigh, Kimiko walked to her kitchen, grabbed the milk, and a protein bar. No one else lived here or visited, so she drank straight from the jug, and then took small bites at the bar of fiber in front of her. Yeah, the morning routine always woke her up. And with a shower, a change of clothes, and finally getting everything she needed for the day together, she was ready for work.
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