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- Aug 29, 2021
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Name: Elvis Krimson
Gender: Male
Age (IC): 27
Race: Native American, Mexican
Nationality: American
Place of Birth: San Antonio, TX
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 88 KG
Height: 6’1
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Tattoos: Neck, Both Arms
Strengths: Smart , great in hand to hand tactics , good driver
Weakness: Trust Issue.
Elvis was raised in the dry heat of the San Antonio outskirts, a mix of Native American and Mexican heritage that gave him a quiet, steady intensity. At 6’1” with a lean, athletic build, he never needed to scream to get attention; he just had a way of holding a room. His father, a man who’d seen the worst of the underground fight scene, didn't want Elvis to be just another brawler. He raised him with a specific mantra: "Your mind is the only weapon that never runs out of ammo." While other kids were playing sports, Elvis was being drilled on how to read a room and think three moves ahead of everyone else.
The wheels came off when his older brother, Jay, passed away. Losing Jay left Elvis hollow, a teenager drifting until he crashed into a local Marabunta set. They saw a kid who didn't rattle when things got hot, and Elvis found his escape behind the wheel. He became their primary driver for border runs, learning the hard way how to dance a heavy 4x4 or 6x6 through Texas mud and rocky scrubland while the feds were on his bumper. He developed a feel for the machine that most people never get, but at 18, his luck hit a wall. A smuggling run turned into an ambush, and a judge gave him the classic ultimatum: ten years in a cell or four years in green.
Elvis chose the Army. It was there he met Forest, a grizzled CO who saw the street-hardened kid and decided to sharpen him into a professional. Forest didn't try to beat the "gang" out of him; instead, he taught Elvis "Combat-Calm"—the art of slowing the world down when the bullets start flying. Because of his reach and balance, Elvis was trained to handle multiple attackers at once, learning to use a man’s own momentum to put him in the dirt. For the first time, Elvis felt like he was part of something that actually mattered.
That sense of honor was short-lived. During his final tour, his own unit—a group of guys he called brothers—betrayed him. They’d been moving black-market gear on the side, and when the investigation started, they used Elvis as the fall guy. His history with the Marabunta made him the perfect scapegoat. He was stripped of his rank and tossed into a military stockade for a crime he didn't commit.
The yard was a different kind of battlefield, but an old friend from high school helped him find his feet. Through him, Elvis learned the "Rules of the Underworld"—the grim, practical reality of surviving among predators. He learned that in a world full of snitches, silence is the only real currency. He mastered the "Tech-Check," learning how to spot and neutralize bodycams, and the cold necessity of silencing a witness to protect the crew. Having been burned by the streets and the state alike, Elvis finally stopped looking for a flag to follow. He landed in Los Santos with the discipline of a soldier and the cold eyes of a man who knows the only person worth trusting is himself.
Outcome 1: Due to his history with the Marabunta and his military service, Elvis Krimson is an expert off-road driver who can confidently control 4x4 and 6x6 vehicles on rough terrain. He strictly avoids unrealistic stunts or non-RP driving. (No UB Driving)
Outcome 2: Elvis Krimson is well-trained in close-range combat thanks to his mentor, Forest. He can defend himself against up to two opponents in tight situations while properly demonstrating Fear RP at all times.
Outcome 3: From his time in the prison system, Elvis Krimson has the ability to locate and disable body cameras using proper RP commands, strictly for personal purposes and never for a legal organization.
Outcome 4: Elvis Krimson can temporarily silence a person by taping their mouth shut using proper RP commands, with the /try command used no more than twice per situation.
Gender: Male
Age (IC): 27
Race: Native American, Mexican
Nationality: American
Place of Birth: San Antonio, TX
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 88 KG
Height: 6’1
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Tattoos: Neck, Both Arms
Strengths: Smart , great in hand to hand tactics , good driver
Weakness: Trust Issue.
Elvis was raised in the dry heat of the San Antonio outskirts, a mix of Native American and Mexican heritage that gave him a quiet, steady intensity. At 6’1” with a lean, athletic build, he never needed to scream to get attention; he just had a way of holding a room. His father, a man who’d seen the worst of the underground fight scene, didn't want Elvis to be just another brawler. He raised him with a specific mantra: "Your mind is the only weapon that never runs out of ammo." While other kids were playing sports, Elvis was being drilled on how to read a room and think three moves ahead of everyone else.
The wheels came off when his older brother, Jay, passed away. Losing Jay left Elvis hollow, a teenager drifting until he crashed into a local Marabunta set. They saw a kid who didn't rattle when things got hot, and Elvis found his escape behind the wheel. He became their primary driver for border runs, learning the hard way how to dance a heavy 4x4 or 6x6 through Texas mud and rocky scrubland while the feds were on his bumper. He developed a feel for the machine that most people never get, but at 18, his luck hit a wall. A smuggling run turned into an ambush, and a judge gave him the classic ultimatum: ten years in a cell or four years in green.
Elvis chose the Army. It was there he met Forest, a grizzled CO who saw the street-hardened kid and decided to sharpen him into a professional. Forest didn't try to beat the "gang" out of him; instead, he taught Elvis "Combat-Calm"—the art of slowing the world down when the bullets start flying. Because of his reach and balance, Elvis was trained to handle multiple attackers at once, learning to use a man’s own momentum to put him in the dirt. For the first time, Elvis felt like he was part of something that actually mattered.
That sense of honor was short-lived. During his final tour, his own unit—a group of guys he called brothers—betrayed him. They’d been moving black-market gear on the side, and when the investigation started, they used Elvis as the fall guy. His history with the Marabunta made him the perfect scapegoat. He was stripped of his rank and tossed into a military stockade for a crime he didn't commit.
The yard was a different kind of battlefield, but an old friend from high school helped him find his feet. Through him, Elvis learned the "Rules of the Underworld"—the grim, practical reality of surviving among predators. He learned that in a world full of snitches, silence is the only real currency. He mastered the "Tech-Check," learning how to spot and neutralize bodycams, and the cold necessity of silencing a witness to protect the crew. Having been burned by the streets and the state alike, Elvis finally stopped looking for a flag to follow. He landed in Los Santos with the discipline of a soldier and the cold eyes of a man who knows the only person worth trusting is himself.
Outcome 1: Due to his history with the Marabunta and his military service, Elvis Krimson is an expert off-road driver who can confidently control 4x4 and 6x6 vehicles on rough terrain. He strictly avoids unrealistic stunts or non-RP driving. (No UB Driving)
Outcome 2: Elvis Krimson is well-trained in close-range combat thanks to his mentor, Forest. He can defend himself against up to two opponents in tight situations while properly demonstrating Fear RP at all times.
Outcome 3: From his time in the prison system, Elvis Krimson has the ability to locate and disable body cameras using proper RP commands, strictly for personal purposes and never for a legal organization.
- /try searches for the bodycam (max twice per situation).
- /do destroys the bodycam.
Outcome 4: Elvis Krimson can temporarily silence a person by taping their mouth shut using proper RP commands, with the /try command used no more than twice per situation.