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- May 28, 2024
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Organization: LSPD
Name :Zaki Sopranos
Gender: Male
Age(55): ..
Nationality: Algerian
Place of Birth: Algeria
Sexuality: Straight
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: black
Tattoos: .2 arm 2 leg 1 chest tattoos availabe
Strengths: Calm And Professional
Weakness: Nepotism And Favoritism
Life Story:
Los Santos wasn't a spectacle; it was just smoke, noise, and exhaust fumes. The neon didn't tower, it just bled down the buildings like cheap paint. zaki didn't look up much; the real danger was always on the ground.
He didn't have a birth certificate. He didn't have a crib. Everyone said he was just dumped in a cold alley behind a synth-food market. He didn't grow up, he just was found—found by kids who smelled of trash and rain, kids who knew exactly which dumpster held yesterday's bread.
Survival wasn't a "lesson"; you just had to do it. You had to know when to run, who to pay off, and how to keep a small knife tucked inside your blanket cuff. Trust was just stupid.
But that routine didn't last. The war that started wasn't "brutal"; it was fast and pointless. A loud, dumb fight over three blocks that nobody really cared about. When the gunfire smoke cleared, only the echo was left. Not his whole makeshift family, just the two who mattered most—they were gone. He didn't have time to cry.
He walked out of the smoke and kept moving. Los Santos didn't care. It was a giant grinding machine, and Matrix was just a small piece of metal that still refused to be chewed up. He wasn't fighting for a win; he was just fighting to see tomorrow's ugly sun.
Career Story:
zaki ’s path changed sharply the moment he stepped away from the shadows of his past and joined the Los Santos Department. He traded quiet, hidden work for flashing lights and loud sirens, hoping he could reshape who he was—not someone stirring chaos anymore, but someone trying to hold things together under the badge.
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Every stretch of asphalt turned into his workday. Speed, recklessness—he met all of it head-on. He chased down drivers who pushed too far, stopped the dangerous ones, and kept the highways in check with instincts that didn’t miss much. His name spread, not as some gunman people feared, but as an officer who knew what he was doing and made it hard for anyone to get away.
But the uniform didn’t silence everything behind him. Pieces of his old life still pushed into his mind during every chase, every arrest. He kept wondering if he was really trying to make things right, or if he was just paying for mistakes that never fully fade. The line between justice and getting even started to blur, especially when he crossed paths with people who reminded him of who he used to stand with.
Outcomes
1 -zaki can take bribes. ( up to 100k and ask for guns/ammo/illegal stuff as a bribe ).
2 -zaki can find anyone's body cam and is able to destroy it. (Only by /try to find the bodycam (only 2 times) and /do to destroy it)
3 -zaki can disrespect anyone as gang members do. (Keeping in mind toxicity, Gen 6.10 and 6.19)
4 -zaki can let suspects go free if they're in his family or his friends, can also aid them in escaping, alter wanted lists and delete criminal records..
5 -zaki can lie about calling a lawyer and refuse to provide any type of identification.
6 -zaki can remove criminals from the wanted list and wipe their criminal record.
7 -zaki can break IC Law, whether on or off duty. and use his position in the ORG for his advantage.
8 -zaki Is able To Sell/Buy legal/illegal weapons and Items from the Blackmarket, as well as sell classified information (up to $100k). (Not ORG weapons)
9 -zaki can use his radio while off-duty to gather information or leak it (Only when IC justified and does not interfere with active operations)
10 -zaki can engage in any criminal activity such as go for the ghetto clap, pickpocketing, buy/sell guns from black market, or use illegal stuff on or off duty ( No ORG weapons included).
Name :Zaki Sopranos
Gender: Male
Age(55): ..
Nationality: Algerian
Place of Birth: Algeria
Sexuality: Straight
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: black
Tattoos: .2 arm 2 leg 1 chest tattoos availabe
Strengths: Calm And Professional
Weakness: Nepotism And Favoritism
Life Story:
Los Santos wasn't a spectacle; it was just smoke, noise, and exhaust fumes. The neon didn't tower, it just bled down the buildings like cheap paint. zaki didn't look up much; the real danger was always on the ground.
He didn't have a birth certificate. He didn't have a crib. Everyone said he was just dumped in a cold alley behind a synth-food market. He didn't grow up, he just was found—found by kids who smelled of trash and rain, kids who knew exactly which dumpster held yesterday's bread.
Survival wasn't a "lesson"; you just had to do it. You had to know when to run, who to pay off, and how to keep a small knife tucked inside your blanket cuff. Trust was just stupid.
But that routine didn't last. The war that started wasn't "brutal"; it was fast and pointless. A loud, dumb fight over three blocks that nobody really cared about. When the gunfire smoke cleared, only the echo was left. Not his whole makeshift family, just the two who mattered most—they were gone. He didn't have time to cry.
He walked out of the smoke and kept moving. Los Santos didn't care. It was a giant grinding machine, and Matrix was just a small piece of metal that still refused to be chewed up. He wasn't fighting for a win; he was just fighting to see tomorrow's ugly sun.
Career Story:
zaki ’s path changed sharply the moment he stepped away from the shadows of his past and joined the Los Santos Department. He traded quiet, hidden work for flashing lights and loud sirens, hoping he could reshape who he was—not someone stirring chaos anymore, but someone trying to hold things together under the badge.
*
Every stretch of asphalt turned into his workday. Speed, recklessness—he met all of it head-on. He chased down drivers who pushed too far, stopped the dangerous ones, and kept the highways in check with instincts that didn’t miss much. His name spread, not as some gunman people feared, but as an officer who knew what he was doing and made it hard for anyone to get away.
But the uniform didn’t silence everything behind him. Pieces of his old life still pushed into his mind during every chase, every arrest. He kept wondering if he was really trying to make things right, or if he was just paying for mistakes that never fully fade. The line between justice and getting even started to blur, especially when he crossed paths with people who reminded him of who he used to stand with.
Outcomes
1 -zaki can take bribes. ( up to 100k and ask for guns/ammo/illegal stuff as a bribe ).
2 -zaki can find anyone's body cam and is able to destroy it. (Only by /try to find the bodycam (only 2 times) and /do to destroy it)
3 -zaki can disrespect anyone as gang members do. (Keeping in mind toxicity, Gen 6.10 and 6.19)
4 -zaki can let suspects go free if they're in his family or his friends, can also aid them in escaping, alter wanted lists and delete criminal records..
5 -zaki can lie about calling a lawyer and refuse to provide any type of identification.
6 -zaki can remove criminals from the wanted list and wipe their criminal record.
7 -zaki can break IC Law, whether on or off duty. and use his position in the ORG for his advantage.
8 -zaki Is able To Sell/Buy legal/illegal weapons and Items from the Blackmarket, as well as sell classified information (up to $100k). (Not ORG weapons)
9 -zaki can use his radio while off-duty to gather information or leak it (Only when IC justified and does not interfere with active operations)
10 -zaki can engage in any criminal activity such as go for the ghetto clap, pickpocketing, buy/sell guns from black market, or use illegal stuff on or off duty ( No ORG weapons included).
