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- May 23, 2024
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Organization: EMS
Name: Cherry Brovadoo
Gender: male
Age: IC 40 | OOC 19
Nationality: Indian
Place of Birth: India
Sexuality: Straight
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Tattoos:N/A
Strengths: Good leraning, good buniness, fast leraning
Weakness: trust issue, money, angry issue
Life Story:
My name is Cherry Brovadoo, and I was born in India.
Growing up, life was tough. My family didn’t have much, but we had love and that kept us going. I was the kind of kid who always tried to do the right thing. I studied hard, finished school, and dreamed of building a better life not just for me, but for the people who raised me with so little and gave me so much.
But dreams don’t always pay the bills.
After finishing my studies, I struggled to find stable work. It felt like every door I knocked on stayed shut. I was tired of seeing my parents stress over money, tired of feeling useless. That’s when I started doing small favors for the wrong kind of people just some quick cash jobs. Nothing violent, just driving, carrying things, not asking questions.
But one thing led to another, and before I realized it, I was doing things I never thought I would. I got involved with people who lived outside the law moving stolen goods, handling risky deals. I told myself it was temporary, just until things got better. But deep down, I knew I was slipping into something dangerous.
Then one night, everything changed. A job went bad real bad. Someone got hurt, and it shook me. I saw the fear in their eyes, and I couldn’t shake it. That could’ve been me. Or worse, someone I loved. That moment hit hard. I knew I had to get out.
I packed up what little I had and left for Los Santos.
I didn’t know what I was looking for at first maybe a clean slate, maybe redemption. Then I came across EMS, and something clicked. Saving lives. Helping people. Being there when no one else is. That’s what I’d been missing all along.
They gave me a chance, and I gave it everything.
Now I wear this uniform not to run from my past, but to prove that people can change. I’ve been on the wrong side. I’ve seen what pain looks like. That’s why I fight every day to bring some good into this chaotic city.
Career Story:
After completing my medical degree in India, I knew I didn’t just want to be a doctor I wanted to be the kind of surgeon who made a real difference when it mattered most. I chose trauma surgery, a path where every second counts and every decision can be the line between life and death.
I trained in some of the best hospitals across Mumbai and Delhi, pushing myself beyond limits late nights, impossible cases, high stakes surgeries. I was proud of the work I was doing, but something in me always felt like I was meant for more… or maybe just something different.
That’s when I decided to move to Los Santos, looking for a new chapter and a new challenge. I joined Pillbox Hill Medical Center, and it didn’t take long for people to notice me. Patients respected me. Colleagues admired my precision. Within a year, I was one of the city’s top trauma surgeons.
But behind the clean scrubs and white coat, I had another life. One no one knew about.
See, before I came to Los Santos, I got caught in something back home something I thought I left behind. A favor for someone I owed. A quiet deal. A few supplies passed to people I didn’t ask too many questions about. It was supposed to end there. But it didn’t.
When I arrived in Los Santos, the shadows followed. The city had its own underworld, and soon I was pulled into it first quietly, stitching up wounded gang members off the books, supplying pain meds, no questions asked. But it grew fast.
They saw the value in me. I was useful. Invisible. Clean.
Eventually, I found myself involved in drug supply, off-the record treatments, and even money laundering through my private clinic. My medical career gave me cover, and my surgical precision was matched only by the calculated way I ran the operation behind the scenes.
I never mixed the two lives. At the hospital, I was Cherry Brovadoo, the brilliant trauma surgeon. In the streets, I was someone else entirely respected, feared, and always two steps ahead. It was a dangerous balance, but it gave me something I hadn’t felt in years: control.
I knew the risks. One mistake, and it could all collapse my license, my reputation, my life. But I also knew what it was like to come from nothing… and I promised myself I’d never be powerless again.
This is my city now. I heal it by day and own its shadows by night.
Only Outcome:
1-Be able to do any kind of illegal activities only while OFF DUTY [Must still follow server rules]
Name: Cherry Brovadoo
Gender: male
Age: IC 40 | OOC 19
Nationality: Indian
Place of Birth: India
Sexuality: Straight
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Tattoos:N/A
Strengths: Good leraning, good buniness, fast leraning
Weakness: trust issue, money, angry issue
Life Story:
My name is Cherry Brovadoo, and I was born in India.
Growing up, life was tough. My family didn’t have much, but we had love and that kept us going. I was the kind of kid who always tried to do the right thing. I studied hard, finished school, and dreamed of building a better life not just for me, but for the people who raised me with so little and gave me so much.
But dreams don’t always pay the bills.
After finishing my studies, I struggled to find stable work. It felt like every door I knocked on stayed shut. I was tired of seeing my parents stress over money, tired of feeling useless. That’s when I started doing small favors for the wrong kind of people just some quick cash jobs. Nothing violent, just driving, carrying things, not asking questions.
But one thing led to another, and before I realized it, I was doing things I never thought I would. I got involved with people who lived outside the law moving stolen goods, handling risky deals. I told myself it was temporary, just until things got better. But deep down, I knew I was slipping into something dangerous.
Then one night, everything changed. A job went bad real bad. Someone got hurt, and it shook me. I saw the fear in their eyes, and I couldn’t shake it. That could’ve been me. Or worse, someone I loved. That moment hit hard. I knew I had to get out.
I packed up what little I had and left for Los Santos.
I didn’t know what I was looking for at first maybe a clean slate, maybe redemption. Then I came across EMS, and something clicked. Saving lives. Helping people. Being there when no one else is. That’s what I’d been missing all along.
They gave me a chance, and I gave it everything.
Now I wear this uniform not to run from my past, but to prove that people can change. I’ve been on the wrong side. I’ve seen what pain looks like. That’s why I fight every day to bring some good into this chaotic city.
Career Story:
After completing my medical degree in India, I knew I didn’t just want to be a doctor I wanted to be the kind of surgeon who made a real difference when it mattered most. I chose trauma surgery, a path where every second counts and every decision can be the line between life and death.
I trained in some of the best hospitals across Mumbai and Delhi, pushing myself beyond limits late nights, impossible cases, high stakes surgeries. I was proud of the work I was doing, but something in me always felt like I was meant for more… or maybe just something different.
That’s when I decided to move to Los Santos, looking for a new chapter and a new challenge. I joined Pillbox Hill Medical Center, and it didn’t take long for people to notice me. Patients respected me. Colleagues admired my precision. Within a year, I was one of the city’s top trauma surgeons.
But behind the clean scrubs and white coat, I had another life. One no one knew about.
See, before I came to Los Santos, I got caught in something back home something I thought I left behind. A favor for someone I owed. A quiet deal. A few supplies passed to people I didn’t ask too many questions about. It was supposed to end there. But it didn’t.
When I arrived in Los Santos, the shadows followed. The city had its own underworld, and soon I was pulled into it first quietly, stitching up wounded gang members off the books, supplying pain meds, no questions asked. But it grew fast.
They saw the value in me. I was useful. Invisible. Clean.
Eventually, I found myself involved in drug supply, off-the record treatments, and even money laundering through my private clinic. My medical career gave me cover, and my surgical precision was matched only by the calculated way I ran the operation behind the scenes.
I never mixed the two lives. At the hospital, I was Cherry Brovadoo, the brilliant trauma surgeon. In the streets, I was someone else entirely respected, feared, and always two steps ahead. It was a dangerous balance, but it gave me something I hadn’t felt in years: control.
I knew the risks. One mistake, and it could all collapse my license, my reputation, my life. But I also knew what it was like to come from nothing… and I promised myself I’d never be powerless again.
This is my city now. I heal it by day and own its shadows by night.
Only Outcome:
1-Be able to do any kind of illegal activities only while OFF DUTY [Must still follow server rules]
