The Brotherhood Family is a Italian Organization founded by Sayaku Kei, they are involved in alot of criminal activities such as Blackmail, illegal gambling, prostitution, arms dealing and drug smuggling. The Organization are currently looking for hard working loyal members to increase the family population and to take over more businesses.
"It was rainy on this night, very rainy... Sayaku was sleeping alone on his couch while someone knocked on the door. At first, Sayaku didn’t hear the knocking, but after a few knocks he opened his eyes and started to wake up. He walked over to the door, and when he was close enough, he could hear few people talking between them. He opened the door, and noticed two strong men in black uniforms standing on the house's entrance; Sayaku was surprised and didn't know them. They pushed him over, knocking him down to the floor outside the house and walked into it. He could clearly see that they had something big under their jackets, but he couldn’t tell what it was. He was looking at them while he was lying on the floor, they just standing there without doing anything, Sayaku was very confused. Suddenly, one of the men upholstered a gun from under his shirt, and Sayaku could see clearly that it was a fully loaded Mac-10, Sayaku was very scared, and started to tremble. While he was lying on the ground, Sayaku noticed that on both of their necks was an Italian tattoo, something was written there, but he couldn't tell what it said. The guy that pulled his mac-10 out walked past Sayaku and left the house, Sayaku’s eyes followed the man hoping to find out what was going on but something caught his eyes. There were around seven gray tuned sports bikes outside the house, and around 10 Italian people wearing the same uniforms the these two men had. Sayaku didn't even know what it was all about, but he scared... Very scared. Around four people walked into the house, and one of them noticed Sayaku lying on the ground, He started to walk closer and closer towards Sayaku. Sayaku attempted to get on his feet and make a run for it but suddenly the man heading towards Sayaku rammed his foot into Sayaku’s face causing Sayaku to be knocked out.’’
Sayaku started to slowly wake up, he struggled to open his eyes, but then he noticed that he was tied to a black chair in the middle of a dark room. After being sat in the chair for around fifteen minutes a big man opened a door and took a step inside, he had a strange face that Sayaku tried to examine slowly.
'Stranger' [Italian]: "Salve Sayaku, welcome to my house.”
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "Who... Who are you...? And what the hell is going on here?"
'Stranger' [Italian]: "Well... It’s a long story. I don't think I should tell it to you.”
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "What...What, what are you talking about!?"
'Stranger' [Italian]: "Let’s just say... If I were to tell you, I would have to kill you.”
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "What the hell are you talking about, untie me now!"
'Stranger' [Italian]: "Yeah... that is not so easy, in second thoughts, I will tell you."
'Stranger' [Italian]: "Anyway you are not going to go anywhere for a while, that's for sure."
While Stranger was speaking, Sayaku tried to remember whether he’d seen this man before, he was sure he had.
'Stranger' [Italian]: "You see, your father had to pay us, which he didn't, so we took had to take you as a hostage for a while”
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "For a while, what do you mean?
'Stranger' [Italian]: "It means that you will not be useful to us after a couple of days."
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "And what will you do with me after that?"
'Stranger' [Italian]: "Let’s just say, enjoy your last few days."
"It was a rainy night, the same as yesterday, just seven years ago.
He was eating dinner with his parents; it was 11 o'clock when someone knocked on the door. Sayaku carried on eating while his father stood up and started to walk over to the door. He saw two men pushing his father out of the way rushing through the door and another man walking into the house after them, it was him.
They started to talk, but Sayaku couldn't hear anything, he saw the man giving a briefcase to his dad, and then the man left the house.
He kept watching his dad until he opened this briefcase and noticed that the briefcase was full with allot of money.
This was the last time he saw his dad ever again, after that he just disappeared, and until today he have never heard from him."
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "Wait wait, how much does my dad owe you?"
'Stranger' [Italian]: "A lot of money, eh. A lot of money.”
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "And if he pays you back, you will set me free, am I right?"
Stranger started to laugh, Sayaku hated the fact that he didn’t respect him in anyway, he started to shake his head as a negative movement.
'Stranger' [Italian]: "You are so funny, Lucky we took you and didn't take your stupid mom."
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "My...my mom?"
Sayaku forgot that his mom left the house before he fell asleep on the couch, she told him that she is going shopping for a while and she will be back soon.
'Sayaku' [Italian]: "What did you do with my mom?"
'Stranger' [Italian]: "She's dead..."
"Sayaku still sitting on this chair, while tied up and couldn’t move...
He was thinking about his dad, and how he left him seven years ago, a lot of people knew that his father was a well known respected member of a Italian Organization, the same as Stranger. His father always came home with a scar or some kind of injury on his face or arms, Sayaku’s mother hated the fact that he could bring men harmful to the house, and danger Sayaku. Sayaku’s dad never killed anyone, not even with his organization, never. He always got men to do the dirty work for him, and cops always used to come by his house, time after time. Sayaku never wanted to follow in his dads footsteps, but his dad always wanted Sayaku to be successful like him. There were always fights inside the house between them both, and they did not get on. In the dark room Sayaku could hear a slight door opening noise from the other side of the room, he could not see who the man was entering the room only faintly, he glanced into the man’s eyes, grinning to himself. Sayaku’s dad ended up paying the debt he had to pay and Sayaku was knocked out and set free, he woke up at his house wondering what was going on, and what happened." Sayaku had to get a few things sorted for the payback towards the torture of his mother and himself. He and his brother continued with the family name Brotherhood and tried their best to help the city and gain respect and everything worked out well.
It had been over three years. Each year comprised of 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. And in this prison, it was fucking hot. Sayaku Kei sighed as he made another scratch in his own private table at the corner of the prison. He was quite used to being alone- his own Italian family had deserted him due to dishonour.
"Why is it so damn fucking hot here?!" Sayaku muttered to himself in Italian. It wasn't like he had much else to do, he could have walked back into his cell and looked at his porn magazines that he had managed to accumulate. But he wasn't interested in that right now. At the moment all he could manage to do is concentrate on the intense sun, constantly beating on his skin. And in his mind he constantly continued to replay the events that had happened exactly one year ago.
"Nice stunt you pulled at the Burger Shot buddy" Alex said as he was arresting Sayaku. The previous day there was a holdup with Sayaku and a bunch of Cubans. Before even the initial holdup was done, Sayaku however threw a burger into Alex face. That however was not the cause of the holdup. The real cause was the shooting that the Cubans had partaken in. Not that it mattered.
"Have a fun time in prison kid!" Alex said as he closed the prison gate- sealing Sayaku away from the world for 24 months. But that just made Sayaku bored. And when Sayaku got bored he tended to do rather extravagant stuff. So he did what everyone thought was rather impossible at the time... he broke out of prison.... and got away.
Sayaku had been chased to the desert. He was getting tired of driving to just hide from the cops. He knew they were after him- in fact they were circling the desert area just north of the mountain he was on. He was tired and finally decided he would just turn himself in... Even though he knew his father would be most displeased.
“Am I insane.” he wondered as he was speeding off towards the LSPD HQ located in the heart of Los Santos. “Their gonna fucking lock me up again.. then again that’s not a big surprise. Generally escaping out of prison makes you most wanted.” he continued to think. Stepping out of the car he looked up at the LSPD, staring at it- watching it cast its shadow down on him, almost like it was casting a shadow of doom upon him. Closing his eyes, he watched as his life quickly zoomed before his eyes. Opening them with a new sense of resolve, he strode up into the steps of the LSPD, cellphone in hand.
Looking around inside the LSPD, he saw no one, not really all that surprising being most wanted and all. Flicking open his cellphone, he dialled the numbers- 911, being immediately placed into the stupid automated system. When it finally put him through to reporting the crime he merely said, “I'm right under your noses if you can find me....” then threw the phone across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.
Sayaku had been leaning against the LSPD reception desk for a while now. Sighing he pulled a cigar as well as a Zippo from his pants, when suddenly Alex walked into the police department. Looking up, Sayaku said coldly- just loud enough for him to hear, “What took you so long?” As Sayaku slipped the cigar into his mouth, using the Zippo to light it, he looked over at Alex nodding towards him. Alex merely ignored his comment, replying to him, “Enjoy that cigar, that’s the last one you’re going to get for a looong time.” Sayaku merely chuckled, moving back his jacket to reveal his holster- causing Alex to reach for his tazer. But Sayaku laughed, throwing the holster at Alex’s feet. Alex quickly moved around him, securing him in handcuffs despite the fact that he really didn't need them.
“Why did you do it?” Alex was asking Sayaku in the prison examination room as they stripped everything off of him. “Why did you break out?” Alex asked again. Sayaku merely shrugged and responded, “Because I was bored.” Alex laughed answering back sharply- pushing him off into the cell areas “Yeah well this time you won't be so lucky to get out- you'll be staying in for a long time. 3 hot meals.. and a bed. Oh.. and don't drop the soap!”
Sayaku's father- Kuresake was pissed off when Sayaku finally decided to call him- 2 weeks after he had gotten imprisoned. The conversation was mostly on both parties a set of incredibly loud Italian, swearing, and in the end Kuresake disowned Sayaku completely. From that point on, Sayaku realized all he could do would be sit there, and rot.
Sayaku continued to sit in the baking sun, sweat dripping down his face. Prison life hadn't done much for Sayaku except make him a much better fighter. Speaking of fights, one was about to break out amidst Sayaku's thoughts. A black man wearing teal walked over towards Sayaku, tattoo's running down his chest, sunlight bouncing off of his sweat. Heading straight to the table where Sayaku sat, he growled at him slowly....
“Where's my money eh puta?” the Mexican man spat at Sayaku. The money he was referring to was the small amount that they made in the prison doing odd jobs. Of course Sayaku had some, however for the past three weeks he had refused to give the Mexicans their protection money. He really didn't need protection either; he was merely just too damn lazy to put up with the drama that went on in the prison.
“So eh?! Where the fuck is my fuckin money pendejo!!” the Mexican jefe shouted, sweeping his arm across the table- sending the water bottle's that were there flying. Sayaku merely looked up at the man, taking a sip from the water bottle that was already in his hands. Feeling the cool water slide down his parched throat, he continued to stare at the Mexican in front of him, his eyes seeming to pierce straight into his skin. Finishing sipping his water, Sayaku stared into the mans eyes and uttered these two words: “Screw you”
The Mexican jefe was taken aback for a moment- this having been the 4th week in a row that the strange Chinese man had told him to either fuck off, or go screw himself. Most of the prison inmates were quite willing to fork over their pathetic salaries to the Mexicans in an effort to not get their lights punched out. This one was different... it was like he had a backbone. “Oh well” he mused.. “Guess I'm going to have to knock some sense into this kid”
Sayaku on the other hand, was quite enjoying the reaction of the Mexican man thinking, particularly the vein on the side of his head throbbing a bit- either from thinking too hard, or just plain frustration. Knowing of course that the Mexican man was probably getting annoyed by his constant rebuttals, he would probably have to kick some ass today. And little did he know, he was right.
Suddenly the Mexican swung as Sayaku, missing his head entirely slamming the water bottle out of Sayaku's hand. Water sprayed everywhere, splashing Sayaku in the face. Sayaku closed his eyes, a look of anger sweeping across his face, he immediately stood up- the chair behind him moving back a few feet. Growling very quietly under his breath, he quickly opened his eyes then lunged across the table- tackling the Mexican to the ground below.
The result was amazing. A prison brawl started, just over a lone Chinese man tackling a Mexican Jefe. About 15 mins later, a pistol shot was fired in the air making everyone freeze. Once the dust had settled, Sayaku was seen in the center of a circle of Mexican men, a bit of blood running out of his mouth, and at his feet there was the Mexican jefe, curled on the floor thanks to the multiple attacks done by Sayaku. Sighing- Sayaku move away from the man, the circle of Mexicans opening to allow him passage way. Another day in solitary confinement for him- not that it mattered, he was quite used to it by now, and he was alone anyway. Walking quickly towards Alex the recently appointed prison warden was also walking towards Sayaku.
As Sayaku was about to open his mouth to speak to - he got cut off by who proceeded to say, “Tish, come on follow me. We need to have a word.” Frowning, Sayaku wiped his mouth of blood- completely ignoring 's classic insult towards him, he followed up into his personal office in the south tower. pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, taking a moment to find the right one to his office. As he was opening the door he made a small comment, “Interesting thing happened Tish.. some higher up called me with some news you might fucking enjoy”
Sayaku rolled his eyes at the comment as he stepped into 's office, the cool air immediately hitting his skin- he sighed relaxing a bit. To his left he could look out and see the prison yard out the window, to the right he could see just a few buildings. Stepping forward he sat down into a chair in front of the desk at the office, his eyes darting towards the papers that had his name written all over them. Turning he looked at the back of 's head as he was looking over the prison yard.
“Apparently, for some strange reason, I got orders from a few higher ups that your to be released immediately.” Alex said, still looking out the window. “Parore?” Sayaku asked, his left eyebrow quirking up in its unusual fashion. Alex turned to Sayaku, the look of annoyance crossing his face as he sighed then said, “No you dipshit. Your getting out of here free and clear. Your passport's taken care of. Nothings going to be on your record, there won't even be a fucking note saying that you were in here in the first place. There won't be a single thing on your record, not even a bloody traffic ticket.”
At this the possibilities started flooding through Sayaku's mind, a smile came playing to the corners of his mouth. Then a frightening thought came through, as he realized that Alex might be trying to play him for a fool...
“You aren’t messing with me are you ?” Sayaku asked innocently enough, despite that he used his favourite nickname for Alex. A ripple of anger crossed Alex’s face as he crossed the room to get into Sayaku's face. “Now you listen here kid. I aint liking this. But I'll have you know: I'll be watching you like a hawk. You won't eat, sleep, breath, or even scratch your ass without me knowing about it. Do you understand me ya little worm?” Alex finally finished his rant, breathing heavily- spittle on his upper lip. A smile finally broke out onto Sayaku's face as it lit up in joy. held out a tan envelope towards Sayaku, which he grabbed then stood up, and merely walked out the door.
Once Sayaku was out past the prison gates, he took a huge breath of free air. He was a free man, and chances like this don't happen all the time. Knowing what was already in his envelope- the standard $250, his papers, drivers license, passport. Of course the lingering thought- that Alex might be playing a sick trick on him lingered in the back of his mind. So he opened up the envelope, and out slid the contents into his hand. Everything was has he suspected, the papers, the money. However there as not usually there. A bus ticket. Usually they had to buy the bus ticket from the $250 dollars. Shrugging his shoulders he flicked through the papers and noticed a scrap that said, “Get off on 7851 E Abraham Ave.” He did for a moment think that was a bit odd, then he looked up and saw a bus. Figuring he had nothing to lose, once the bus approached the stop, he got onto it.
Sayaku's bus ride was mostly un-eventful, his drive into Los Santos boring and hot. The bus had no air conditioning on it, and to make matters worse, it was 85 degrees outside. So inside the bus, it was around 90 degrees. During the ride, most of his thoughts were what he was going to do, if he should go meet his father, or just ignore it all and go completely legal. Eventually the bus came to a stop, and Sayaku stepped off the bus at 98 Alhambra Ave. Frowning he was wondering what was going on so he started looking around. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary...
Sayaku's eyes immediately darted towards the phone, which under normal conditions pay phones didn't ring. Walking towards it, it kept ringing, and while everyone looked at the strange phone ringing, no one decided to answer it. As he got closer however, he noticed something interesting about the phone, and that was the placement of two cards: The Ace of Spades, and the Jack of spades. Normally someone would think that the person who put them there was high, but to Sayaku it had something special. Although the meaning and definition had evolved over the years, to Sayaku it meant a blackjack, also known as the number 21. That meant only one thing: Triads. Having all of this just running through Sayaku's mind, he quickly moved to the phone and picked it up.
Sayaku: Hello?
Disguised Voice: Good day Sayaku. Underneath the phone you will see a phone book. Open it to page 21.
Sayaku frowned at the sudden hanging up, but he opened the phone book as instructed. In there was an envelope. Opening it quickly, he found a one way ticket from Los Santos, to Beijing China, along with a letter written in traditional Chinese. It contained the following”
Attention to the reader of this letter. If you are not Sayaku Kei, then the airplane ticket will do nothing for you, as it requires picture identification. However if you are even able to read this it probably won't matter, as by now, you will have tried to use the ticket and failed.
In any event, this letter is directed towards Sayaku. When you come out of the airport, you will walk to your left to Okishara St, and you will notice a black limo. Get into the limo. Further instructions will be given to you there.
Sayaku slowly thought about what he would be getting himself into again. He would be getting into a life of crime again. He knew what sacrifices he would have to make, but he shrugged it off, and then closed the letter, slipping it into his pocket....
Sayaku Kei
Underboss
Tylo Triggzao
Awaiting on this persons confirmation
Consiglieri
Rambo Zin
Capo
Paolo Rossi
Soldier
Eddie Carbone
Francesco Ricci
Associate
Awaiting on this persons confirmation
Paulie Fattini
Piciotto
Frankie Torosano
Johnny Sciacca
Awaiting on this persons confirmation
:: IC ::
1.Always have respect for the Family and for the Allies.
2.Always show respect and good manners when dealing with police officers.Do not provoke!
3.Do not discuss family business in public,take it to a private place.
4.Do not backstab the family,by giving off information to rival Families.
5.If you think something is way too easy or way too clear use your walkie talkie to communicate with the others.
We are united in the family so don't be afraid to ask for help!
6.Do not adventure yourself in other Family turfs without a reason.Only the GodFather may give you permission!
7.Do not: start wars; kidnap/rob people; go on a rampage without the GodFather's approval!
8.Always treat women with respect, if you find out she's cheating on you contact the GodFather immediately, and we will set things straight
9.Do not drink and make yourself noticed on the street.And do not drink and drive.
10.If the police stops you over,hide your weapons under the trunk and be careful because cops are always looking for a reason to bust you.
11.You do not leave the family,you will be kicked out of the family and probably hunted down after.(CK)
12.Whenever GodFather calls you at HQ come even your wife is giving birth to your child.
:: OOC ::
1.Always follow the server rules and listen to the admins,even though sometimes they may not be right in your opinion.We don't want rule breakers!
2. If you break any of the rules,you will probably be removed out of the family and not permited to join some time.
3. Higher ranks such as GodFather may kick you out.Do not question their decision!
4. You will promise both OOC and IC that you will not be affiliated with any other organization/family!
SERVER RULES ASWELL
IC
Name :
Country :
Origin :
Why do you want to join us :
Life story (100 words ) :
OOC
What is your in real life name :
Shat is your in real life age :
Where are you from :
Time zone :
Level :
what is DM with two examples :
Give us one rulebreaking :
I [Name_Here] agree to a death when I decide to leave the faction , The Brotherhood.
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