The Round Table is an established group of the highest authority within the criminal underworld. Only leader of each organization is allowed in. Mafia, MC, Gang and even Militia (If they don't cause trouble.) We meet once a week in a undisclosed location. You may bring one of your most trusted people if that makes you feel better. But no cell phones. No guns. No weapons of any sort. Now the people I currently have in mind for this is @Frank @The1TheOnlyGonzo @Hanshi-Toshiro and myself. If there are anymore leaders who wish to join just respond to this post.

(This is in the style of a Gangland Documentary. So just try and read it in that voice. XD) In the 1970’s The Gemini's- later known as The Tri City Skins- made a brutal reputation for themselves. Murders, drugs and hate crimes with the more violent members. After 20 years of being the most violent gang in L.A. they were ready to make moves in more… enclosed spaces. When Henry Taylor, leader of The East Side Skins gained control of his own half of the already blood thirsty gang he wanted to make more profit off of them. He would ask his members the favor of a life time. To go to prison for carrying out contract killings and making even more money in there. Charles Formen, “Double T” Harris and Lynyrd Hawkins agreed to this offer. In prison they sold drugs from the inside for extra cash and carried out brutal hits on members of The Hells Angels and other local gangs. Along with making home brew and gambling rings inside their home away from home they also set up annual boxing matches for bets to be placed. And whoever one got 60% of their earnings. 40 off the top for the danger of getting caught on the ring leaders part. The ranks go as follows. Prison Leader Captain Ring Leader Soldier Prison Leader to make sure things stay smooth in their little illegal government. Captian to maintain the order of the smaller guys and fufill hits on any targets. Ring Leader for making gambling matches and boxing tournaments for extra cash inside. And regular foot soldiers to help out with whatever they're told to do. Henry Taylor runs the prison side of things. And The Tri City Skins are always looking for new members for their dangerous and bloody ways. Prison and on the outside. Just make sure not to be on the wrong side of the contract.

Mainly the US Server. But considering you are on the Australian Server I'll be down to talk about maybe setting up a branch over there. Make a International Gang out of it.

"Alright man. Well I'll see you inside." *Henry jogs into the club and takes off his jacket.*

I may be interested in this line of work. If there's anything we need to talk about just tell me.

*Henry shuts his door and lights up his cigarette. The smoke travels up into his eyes as he exhales.* "If this place doesn't scream homosexuality then there's something wrong with my gaydar.." *Realizing what he said and seeing what looks to be a straight man enter the bar he looks down and starts to walk in behind him.* "Hey man! Do you know what this place is like?" *He asks the man in the plaid jacket.* ((WAITING FOR DEKAN TO REPLY))

Alright thanks man.

You spelled it completely wrong. Consigliere I believe it is. Calico correct me if I'm wrong.

I was half asleep when I read that. I thought he was was saying they were the same as the old games.

Essentially

I definitely may join your server once it's up. If you'll be strict about it I'll support you 100%

Nah, I can't join because I was banned for talking about Star Citizen with Motown. So there's that

This isn't an idea or a suggestion. You gotta search around a bit man. Just look in the business category and you'll see them.

If you please would, make a small nice character background for the person you'll be playing as in this topic within this topic. So there's no clutter. The year is 1850 and it's set in all of Texas and Mexico with a small portion of Nevada and New Mexico. It's the Wild West. You may do what you please as long as it's within reason. Please no going out of character or harassing other characters. Not shooting somebody for no reason. Always try and talk to them. Have fun guys!

*Henry takes a quick puff and tosses the cigarette to the ground.* "Probably just go to a club or something. But if you're not into that we could always go to a bar? I heard they get.. Really wild this time of night." *Henry looks at his watch. 10:12 pm.* "Yeah, really wild."

Let's just agree that if this topic gets blocked or deleted then we know that they are scamming. Deal?

*A few hours later Henry comes back to the restaurant to pick up Pam in his black 78' Charger. He steps outside the car and start to smoke a cigarette while spinning around his switchblade in his hand.*

*Henry finishes his sand which and gets up.* "Alright I'm buying though so please, don't get your hopes up for like.. Being the dominant one." *Henry smiles and walks out the door to his car. As he gets in he grabs his switchblade and looks at it. He glances over to see Pam smoking her joint. He starts to chuckle and tosses the switchblade into the glove compartment and drives off.*

"Listen young gun. You got a lot of learning to do yet. You wanna keep learning? Because me and my six shooter can interrupt that really quick. And what the fuck are you talking about? What guy?"

"Well if the big man wants to ask me he can come here himself. *Henry stares into the mans eyes with no remorse. He just looks on with a stern but straight face.*

"Thank you." *Henry takes a big bite of his sand which and smiles.* "Well hey, I was thinking about going out for drinks later. And maybe you can come along if you wanna.. Even dapper Dan can join in." *Henry points to Charles and smirks while taking another bite.*

*Henry gets up and walks out of the saloon. As he does he bumps into a man smoking a cigar.* "Can I help you? Fella?"

*Henry takes a sip of his coffee and leans forward with his arms on the counter.* "I will take a club sandwich please. If that's not too much to ask darlin." *Henry smirks and leans back. He takes a out a twenty and hands it to her.* "You've been good so far. Might as well get a tip ya know?"

Mein Kompf. The strongest piece of literature for the white male or anybody that thinks the way they do. 'My Fight' written and published by Adolf Hitler in 1925. A good 15 years before the start of World War 2. It just goes to show that power is already destined for those who crave it most. My story begins in February of 1979. I was born in Los Angelas, California to my mother, father and sister Sarah. Growing up in a community mostly dominated by blacks wasn't the easiest thing to overcome. But as you get older you form your opinions on other people's thoughts and outlooks on life. For me it was my grandfather who fought in World War 2 in The Third Reich. And I read his journal everyday for 6 years until I decided to form my own opinions and stop following others. And that was my first real move into what I became. I became a man who killed black people because of the way they looked. Killed Mexicans because of the way they smelled. Harassed Jews because of the stereotypes brought on by them. In around 1991 my friend Hanshi and I started up a new era of an already dying breed. A gang of white men who wanted to rebel to regain control of the future. Tri City Skins. Killing any and all colored people because of what we were taught and what we had seen. Suburban America can kiss my ass because we were the ones who struggled with our identities. Not what dress we're gonna wear to prom. But before that... Before Hanshi even. There was Marcus Hawkins. An African American male who bullied my friends and me relentlessly through Freshman Year of Highschool. Beat us up, call us names and threaten to hurt my family. And I took it because I was afraid of what would happen if I stood up. I thought that if I stood up somehow it would be worse. After so many years of being followed home getting called names I had enough. I shaved my head until every little hair was gone. I wanted to be as smooth as a marble. And all night I flipped my switchblade in and out. Practicing and getting my fingers toughened up. And then the next day after a long day of humility and torture I turned right instead of left. I took Marcus into an alley and stabbed him fourteen times in the stomach. And I walked away like nothing ever happened. More will be continued I guess.

After about a year of silence and not feeling like I was gonna get shot in the head my old friend Hanshi decided to pay me a visit. With the Skins on a slight downfall from my departure he wanted me to go back. I honestly didn't wanna do it but he's a friend. I went back to work with him on one condition, I don't shave my head anymore. I was trying to maintain the legitimacy of my nature. I wasn't going back to that hell hole. We'd drive around and reminisce of the old days and laugh all night. Things felt normal but they weren't. Secretly I had changed. But I couldn't tell him that. Not yet at least