La Famiglia Di Molte Case: A Hetalia Mafia / Gang RP

[Black-Cat771]

[ we could start posting for the rp now - as i don't know if any of the past member's will be returning - so for now, post as you guys see fit. ]

[marthh]

( if anyone is up for rp, I'm online c:

[sutekh]

[ omg it's back, i've missed this rp! ;w; am i still able to be russia? ]

[Todd.]

((I'm open too with Siberia xP))

[Black-Cat771]

The figure had given only a nod to his question - and as they stood behind the mailbox to hide vision from suspicious eyes - soon taking out the rather thick and wax sealed envelope. "A delivery for you from the 'second snow fall' ...it is requested you read it at any imediate time when safe from prying eyes, preferably at your own estate..." the figure replied, moving half their hood to show a glimpse of who they were. It was Matthew Willams. After he quickly hid his face again, he fixed his voice to the that of a more femanine and french accent. "I'm certain you'll find this information on the recent rumors to be ... Interesting." 'She' murmured. Later, he was secretly also going to head over to the italian estate and deliver a copy of the information - trying to keep a close tie between the two mafia's, without getting too entangled in them.

[ yup - everyone is still as they are ]

[Paul Stamets]

Gilbert Beilschmidt
Mood; Bored
Location; Wandering
Tags; Open!

The young mafia lord to be had his hand shoved in his pockets. He was trying to not look overly suspicious, well he had nothing currnetly to be suspicious about anyway,but he didn't want to look like some wannabe. He had to look cool. ((More inc, but driving down to grandmothers so wanted to post. Someonecan reply if they'd like, otherwise I'll add more))

[marthh]

( I'll post a starter for the heck of it, anyone is welcome to hop in! Sorry, I'm particularly bad with these.

England --

With a sullen sigh, he eyed the rainy streets from under a canopy. The day was dark and luring, waiting to strike and parade on the leader's already crappy mood. He wouldn't take it to heart, he had too much else on his plate and wouldn't let a bit of rain bother him. He had the other mafia's to worry about, he had to make sure no one had snuck in and there wasn't a spy amongst his citizens. England made a bitter face, he really didn't considered any mafias an ally, he had friends but they weren't countries. He had to remain vigilant if he wanted to protect his homeland. A car zoomed by him, running it's wheels through a huge mud puddle. The water overwhelmed England like a wave and afterwards, he was soaked to the bone. Bloody git! he thought resentfully, staring after the disappearing car with a certain hatred in his eyes.

[Black-Cat771]

[i could have Ashley visit England ]

[edit- i'll also probably make some more characters in a little bit ]

[marthh]

( that's be fine c:, I'm in the process of making another character. I'm just fetching his ref sheet.

[Todd.]

S a s h a Vitalij, Siberia.
Male / 15 / Homo / Crush: Open. / With: -
And you shall guess that like just like any good sniper Sasha here, the Siberian territory, was keeping an eye on pretty much everything. His gun was carefully set on the floor having a tripod to keep it steady and standing. He kept his eye staring at random people through the monocular scope like thing which gave him a rather magnifying look possible prey down on the floor. A soft yawn and he rolled onto his back, staring at the sky for a moment before sitting up and stretching his back, packing up his stuff and making sure the gun, now held in place on his belt by some kind of belt was well hidden by his long trench coat. The tiger toy was carefully placed on his pocket and he slid a hand into it, squishing the toy on a tight grip as he walked down the stairs and exited the building casually.

OCC: Actually reposting the starter post since no one ever interacted with poor Sasha...