It was a cold october morning. Sean yawned, crept out of the family-bed and woke his brother up. Amir quickly browsed through the malfunctioning refrigerator but his dreams of glory died before they even had begun. Sean was sitting next to a window overlooking their front yard and the dirty streets outside, though you could barely see anything due to the snow that had begun pouring down three days earlier, non-stop. The man of the house, whom was also believed to be the kids father, Philip Dice, the son of a previously great druglord in the Dominican Republic. Philips father had been assassinated during the great revolts in the 1970’s, leading to the fall of his cartel and leaving Philip an orphan on the streets of extreme poverty. He was then forced to flee, and managed to escape to Los Santos disguised as a french exchange student. Mere months after Philips arrival he had been lost to the quickly spreading plague that was ’crack-cocaine’. At the same time, he ran into Sean and Amir’s mother, Annika Lidelöf, a Swedish heart-surgeon who had moved to the US to study the effects the crack-cocaine possibly could have on the heart. However she was not able to resist its tempting appearance, and decided to try it just once.
Money was an insufficient resource in the Dice-family. In fact, the little income there was to maltreat originated in trading illegal narcotics and trafficking human flesh. However the boys had grown up under these circumstances so waking up next to a neighbour or unknown being leaving cum-stains on his pyjamas was nothing out of the ordinary. Sean didn’t mind cum-stains as long as they were his own, and as he had yet to reach the appropriate age required to produce anything of the sort, he could rest assured they were indeed not his own. Today was one of those days. Out of anger Sean attempted to punch a hole straight through the window, to his surprise, mere nano-seconds before planned impact, he realized there was no glass and was left hanging out the window in the biting cold with a dislocated shoulder.
None of them had eaten in over three days, which is one of the side-effects of using amphetamine, although they did not feel like looking for cans in the blistering cold on empty stomachs so Amir sent Sean to snatch some cash out their mothers secret stash. Sean soon returned, pale and shivering he stuttered “She’s.. She’s dead”. Amir was not bothered, he had never been all to fond of her anyways. “That’s not all” Sean continued to falter. “The stash, it’s gone! And so is dad!” Amir’s seemingly, until now, calm facial expression turned into a grumpy mess of furious grimaces and outrageous, uncontrollable spasms. “Filthy thief! I should’ve known he wasn’t trustworthy.. his utterly stupid actions has once again left us empty-handed''.
Phillip never expressed fatherly love to Amir, he always adored Sean the greatest, which is why Amir had negative feelings towards him. Sean, who had become enraged after hearing Amir's reaction regarding their father's demise, decided to go his own way and leave his brother to fend for himself. Amir observed the room, he grinned and muttered ''Foolish bastard, works every time''. He then grabbed a sledge hammer and struck the floorboards beneath him with a colossal force to reveal a suitcase containing their mothers stash.
Sean was also on his own and ended up roaming the streets, begging for food and barely making a living. Amir, on the other hand, was financially better off than Sean since he had his mother’s stash. He rented a cheap apartment in Ganton, a residence where he became rather fond of the on-going turf warfare between two local street gangs known as The Grove Street Families and The Magnolia Crew. During his stay in Ganton, Amir befriended Tra Williams whom was a highly respected associate of Grove. Their friendship became stronger and Tra offered Amir a place in Grove Street, this was an offer he could not decline.
Two years later and Amir had toiled his way up the ranks. However, due to a disagreement with their gang, Amir and Tra decided to leave Grove Street for good and form their own posse… a street gang that became known as the 36th Street Relatives. After numerous conflicts, endless shootouts and gruesome turf wars, the 36th street relatives had made a name for themselves; they were respected throughout the streets of Los Santos. Amir, along with Tra, had to leave the city for unknown reasons, this had a massive impact on the gang and eventually lead to its downfall. Tra was nowhere to be seen, he had left Los Santos for good. Nevertheless, Amir returned and was infuriated when he heard of the Relatives' collapse. Sean, now regretting running away, had heard of Amir's return and decided to search for him.
Mere weeks had passed by and the brothers were once again reunited. Amir had one objective in his mind, and it was to rebuild the Relatives in an attempt to once again overthrow the city of Los Santos.
Well, I co-founded 36th Street with Tra and we did a pretty decent job of leading it until we both became inactive and the gang basically fell apart. Most of us have been playing SZR for a long time and are experienced players. I think we will do good at rebuilding this gang and hopefully become successful. It's all up to the admins/Dom if we get a shot at this or not and I promise that I, and the members will do our very best if accepted.
Leaderskin
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Female
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Members
Amirzo Dice (If accepted, I would really appreciate it if my name could be changed to Amir_Dice)
Sean Dice
Akai Kuramoto
Don Matsuo
Joe Johnson
Satoru Nakajima
Ichiro Hataka
Eddie Jacobs
Vag Athas
Marvis Kempai
OG Negro
Joey Crack
Jake Gibson
Saul Williams
Rank 0 - Str8 Busta
Rank 1 - Wanksta
Rank 2 - Youngsta
Rank 3 - Homie
Rank 4 - Relative
Rank 5 - Gangsta
Rank 6 - Original Gangsta
Rank 7 - Pimp
