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  1. Yep! Just wanted people to understand what they were going towards incase they had questions what it might used for/if it was different from forums donations.
  2. As was stated during the meeting, anything that goes to helping improve the server and show appreciation to those who spend their free time developing and fixing bugs - I'm all for it.
  3. There are no words. Ghoul just hanging around. What's under the mask. Good story about why the tattoo. The boys are back in town....
  4. Name: Vance BradfordAlias: GhoulAge/Birthday: 29, 02/10/1990Hometown: Southeast, exact location unknownFirst Language: English - AmericanFavorite Color: Dark BlueFavorite Things: Hard rock, his motorcycle, living by his own rulesFamily Members: Unknown direct family members. He considers his MC members to be as close, if not closer, than family.Personality/Attitude: Guarded, reserved, and stand-offish. Short tempered. Loyal to those he believes deserve (notably MC)Skills: Grease monkey, Mechanically gifted (making guns, and repairing his bike).Dislikes: People who show disloyalty/dishonesty, people who mess with his bike, those who hurt/wrong members of the MC, schedules/those who aren't "free"Strange Behaviors: Values his Club members' lives more than his, can flip from calm to anger at a moment's notice. Habits: Routinely takes things apart to put them back together, riding his bike to clear his head and destress Background: Not much is known about Vance's childhood, as he doesn't share any of it. What is known is he left his home at a young age, because his parents were never there. He snuck around mostly, finding different ways to survive. As he grew older, he took more risks and loved the adrenaline rush it gave him. By the time he was 15, he heard the first sound of a motorcycle and was hooked. It happened to be owned by a mechanic at a garage in a town he was passing through. He decided then to try to get a legitimate job, and applied to work at the garage. He didn't have knowledge then, but he was hired to clean up around the shop. The owner wasn't able to pay him that much, but Vance quickly suggested what can't be paid could be taught. Over the next 3 years, Vance was a sponge soaking up everything he could. The mechanic Vance first saw, was the one who was the most hands on. He was amazed at how easily Vance learned things and called him a "natural." Everyone took notice how much Vance was in awe of the motorcycle. They chipped in and got Vance his first motorcycle...which he cherished. As he had been one for so long, Vance slowly grew to a point where he couldn't sit still. He had also reached a place where he felt he knew more than enough, and the men at the shop couldn't each anymore. Slowly he felt as if they didn't respect him, or value his work. By his 20th birthday, he had enough. One night, he snuck into the garage, took what money he could and left the city. What was once so promising, had deteriorated. He thought at this time he could do anything. And then he ran into the Lost MC. His bike was in pieces, and he had been looking for a new one. He came across a biker bar in what is believed to Texas. He attempted to take one of the bikes, as he thought he could get away with it. Just as he hopped on, he was surrounded by a number of people. What happened that night will likely never be known, but it began what is viewed as a "redemption." Where he once could've been argued to be a parasite....Vance slowly turned into a solid soldier. He found what he wanted....a family. A group of men & women who challenged him in ways others hadn't. They didn't follow schedules, but they had rules. Rules...he respected. Even if he didn't fall in line right away. It would be the first time he learned more of grunt work, and had to earn his stripes. But, once he "got the picture" things fell in line pretty quickly. He went from a "hangaround" to a full member gradually...and then quickly rose to soldier one he got the picture. He learned the ideas of respect and trust, he had never been shown before. He was treated like an adult, rather than just a project. He was given tasks and expected to fulfill them, which he did. He was loyal, and ruthless when needed. The one thing Vane never had, was a nickname until one night. When trying to take care of a rival gang, Vance was too close when an explosion went off. The fire scared a significant portion of his face. Initially the gang didn't want to take him to the hospital due to potentially being linked to the cause of the fire. After several hours, he was taken to a hospital for treatment, where doctors said based on the burns he was lucky to be alive. After the bandages were removed, you could see a discolorization on one side of his face compared to the other. One of the guys there commented Vance looked like he was back from the dead. Vance was dead...and Ghoul was risen. In response to his nickname, Vance went spoke to a couple of tattoo artists in the club and slowly got marks on his face to hide the scars, and live up to the name. It was a celebration when Vance revealed his tattoo to the club. They viewed it as a sign of respect to the club, and showing he's there for life. He would do anything for the club if asked. Then the time came when he was called for bigger things. The President of his club, had tasked a few members with assisting chapters with revitalization. Vance was told about the chapter in San Andreas, that had fallen on hard times. George had reached out to a few clubs for help, asking for some of the younger promising men & women to come help in one of the country's major cities. Vance was tabbed as one, and with a goodbye to many members of the MC. Vance headed west, with every intention to ride back out to visit those who helped him find his way. Now, he just wanted to return to others. To help those Lost to become found.
  5. I joined in the initial wave of FiveM being noticed on Twitch back in 2017. I found Revo through streamers like Timmac & Proxy and got hooked. People haven't pushed me away yet. Started as EMS, when I wanted to be a cop originally. I joined PD back in July 2017. Taken a few breaks due to RL but always coming back because this server has tons of friends and those that I call family. Had highs and lows on the server - lows just being mostly burnt out. But, what's great about the server it hanging out in TS or in other games with people. Carrying friendships off the server and having fun elsewhere. At the end of the day, we come back to Revo because it's where these friendships started and where some continue. Still a cop to this day, with a rough NY accent, where my Southern accent comes through. I can't remember the last time someone said anything other than JT to me....outside of formal introductions. 😉
  6. I know we had a post about this on the old forums, and I don't think many people were looking into it. But.... The inner child of me, who first played this game in 2005, squealed. https://www.mmo-champion.com/content/8509-WoW-Classic-Launches-August-27th-Beta-May-15th And yeah, like the WoW guy I am... I preordered this too. 🙂
  7. Name: Joshua Thompson Age: 27 Birthday: 2/26/1992 Hometown: Charlotte, NC First Language: English - American Favorite Color: Blue Favorite Things:Rock music, action movies, video games, various sports Family Members: Estranged from his father & mother. Brother currently in jail. Deceased sister. Personality/Attitude: Stubborn, smartass, loyal, friendly to everyone. Skills: Gear head, mechanically gifted, strong climber. Dislikes: Disrespect. General assholes. Those who hurt the weak. Those who can't get serious Weaknesses: People in distress - hurt, kidnapped, etc Hobbies: Listening to music, writing, climbing different areas to overlook the city, sky diving, exercising on the beach, scuba diving. Background: Born to a small family, outside the Charlotte metropolitan area, Josh was considered a saving grace as his parents were dealing with marital issues. As the 2nd of two children, Josh followed his brother religiously who was only a few years older than him. They were often together through the early years as both parents were busy working their jobs. By the time of Josh's 5th birthday, his mother was pregnant with his baby sister. It became an exciting time, as JT believed it was his turn to look after someone. Several months before his 6th birthday Josh, his mother, and brother were in a serious car accident. His brother, then 10, became crippled and would deal with a limp for the remainder of his life. Josh, who was a booster seat, was unarmed as he was behind his mother. She, suffered the most loss - as the wreck ended the life of her unborn daughter. This event changed the family, and sent them back to the broken path that Josh never knew about. His mother, suffered severe depression and went after alcohol to numb the pain. She became despondent and showed very little emotion to anyone. She some how maintained her job, but seemed to go through the motions in life. Josh's father, began cheating as the marriage was barely that. JT never knew how many women he was with in the early years, but by the time of the divorce Josh knew of several girlfriends. His older brother, now suffering from a limp, had to take numerous medications to help with the pain. He was filled with more anger and rage, than the brother JT remembered growing up. By the time Josh was 12, his parents were divorced and living their own lives. His brother now 17 was in and out of prison due to falling into a rough life of narcotics. The only bonding experience JT got from a parent was the times his dad would watch after him. The two would talk about sports, and work on one of the numerous cars his dad owned. It seemed like JT was headed towards the life of a mechanic, if he became stuck at home. His saving grace was his grandmother who practically took him in. She had tried to help his brother, and was determined to do more with JT. She kept him focused on school, and avoiding the habits of people around him. As Josh moved through his teens, he watched friends succumb to drugs and other addictions as life passed them by. His grandmother wouldn't let JT think twice. If he wasn't playing various sports, he was helping her at local shelters. Josh witnessed people hard on life, and struggling. He wanted to do more. He learned about women and children that were assaulted and wanted to make a difference for them. He felt the desire to protect those, and keep the streets safe, in some form. After graduation he stayed home and went to a local college to get his degree. Shortly after getting his college degree, his grandmother passed away, and the biggest thing she wanted was for him to get out of the area. Simply to not end up like his friends had. He made a promise to his grandmother and packed his belongings, to head out West. He didn't know where he was going, or what he wanted to do. He just knew he wanted to keep his new home safe and help those who needed it. Little did he know his home would become Los Santos....
  8. Saturday, May 11th What a week it's been. This time last week, I was preparing to for the final day of academy. Preparing to watch a new crop of recruits become cadets. And then, I was pulled into the office and told I was being made FTO. It honestly took me by surprise, as I had to get the notification resent to me because of the attack on the city. It caught me by surprise, as I was talking to Jazz about it maybe 10 minutes prior. Then it happened, and I was given a cadet to guide. A cadet I had to help him see the things taught at academy, when we go out "into the shit." He busted his ass. Yeah, Hawkins had a leg up but you still have to learn how it's done here. It's a different animal. But, it didn't nullify the fact I was proud to see him last night briefly run up and say "How do I look in the vest?" It hasn't calmed down yet either. Still some of the cadets message me about ridealongs. One even told me, "you showed me the most and explained things clear to me that I want to learn from you." From me, Senior Officer Joshua "JT" Thompson? The extra chevron on my uniform still doesn't fill right. It's been one wild couple of months. But, it doesn't change the one thing, the one person I want to talk to the most....A. Hell, I barely call her that as she moreso responds when she hears G. Time and time again, we've tried to talk but never do. Over and over I wanted to talk to her bout things, but she's never had time to talk. Though, she still refers to me as her "bestie. At this point, I feel as that's a more ceremonial title than anything. Part of me feels like we're farther apart than we used to be. Part of me feels like I"m the one to blame. It must've been a year ago, we stood at the amphitheater to talk, and I pour things out. Little did I know I was too late, and it just made things worse. It made my job toxic, I felt ostracized. I felt alone. I had to pack up and leave without anyone knowing. I couldn't do it at my job where I felt no one liked me. I couldn't do it at home because there was no one to talk to. I needed to get away and just get away from her and others. I needed to "fix" myself if that's the right word. So, one night I packed my bags and slipped out of the city without anyone asking. I came back and never told a soul about the true reason. I wanted to simply tell her, and just start over. So, when I got back to the city I went right back to work. I saw a few people, but never gave the reason out. I reached out to A and she'd occasionally get back to me but we could never met up. It was always us mutually agreeing to hang out...but it never coming to fruition. Avoiding? Doubtful. I mean at the time I knew she was busy with work and being engaged to 2 people (of all things) - so I just figured it'd happen. Did it? Obviously not. Why am I writing this? I guess because she reached out to me - rather than vice versa. Telling me about saving up for her house, and wanted to talk soon. We'll see how that goes. I'm not holding my breath as I've heard this same song and dance before. They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. That's what it was like before, I'm not going to let it consume me like I did before. If it happens...it happens. If not, oh well. But, give up? Nah. She's my friend, and at once I thought we could've been more. Give up? Not in my blood to give up on a good friendship...just have to remind her. However, with work....I don't know when I'll have the chance.
  9. I get people want to be involved and know what's going on, but when it's an active crime situation....PLEASE stay back. As a cop, we're trying to handle the situation as smoothly as possible. If you wander into the area, now we're having to watch you & figure out what your role in the situation is. It's why, when we tell you to stay away, and then detain you in a safe area if you do not listen. Want to watch? Sure. But don't come in the middle or near where your life could be in danger. If a cop tells you to stand back or leave the area...do it. Cops are there to protect you from getting hurt. Walking near, around, or in of an active situation like this is making our job tougher. Consider 3 RL scenarios here: Traffic accident, people drive and "bottleneck" to look at it. You've seen it. You might have done it. Gun shots & cops/medical speeding by. You get out of the way, or go the other direction. You hear about an event/see cops directing traffic. You continue to where you were going/check social media to find out what's happening. I get this is a video game, and we want things to be as realistic as possible - even then there are exceptions. But try to value your character's life like you would your own.
  10. I made a post related to this before the wipe, and wanted to bring the idea back up. Currently, you only see the messages you receive. When you log back in, it's a different story. I know everyone is familiar with this when you look at your phone when logging in, you see sent messages. Once you receive a message, these go away. But, when you log in again - the same old messages appear. The top message is over 7 days ago, while the 2 lower are from earlier this week. That's no big deal - as even before the wipe you saw the most recent texts you sent. But, this is where my idea comes in. Could there be something in the works where we see both sent and received messages on phones? Many times when I'm on duty and I receive messages, it will take a longer time to get to reading it. So, I forget what the context of the conversation was about. Maybe the phones can keep a track of 3-5 of messages between people. Just so both parties can remember the conversation. 2nd question: Can we send/receive offline messages? That might be a bad way to describe it, but once someone is on the server their name is lit up saying the phone is on. Once they log off, phones still say they are active. Similar to the first suggestion, could we send messages to people and they're stored in their phones. The next time they are online, they get a notification and can read the message/respond. 3rd idea - Can there be a tracker on the phone that shows Missed calls/Text messages? People step away from their computer, are unconscious, or just occupied and miss getting a message. I'm not meaning an icon on the actual screen (though it could be an option). I'm meaning and at the top of the phone, where the icons are shown, you see something similar to this Just little numbers or something next to the icons - like a !. I know we don't have a tracker for calls, but at least could be something for texts.
  11. I use the satellite HD map. The Top one.
  12. I' m thinking JT would be the Black Knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail 😉
  13. My tastes fluctuate, and a few people like @Carrowin Sol always sent me music or had a playlist going if we were on the server together. Then streamers like JamJar always play good songs. I'm always listening to stuff like or But, the others show me music like I said - As you can see, my music taste is all over the place. Yeah, I like country too. 😉
  14. The last time I saw that face, it was clean shaven and in firefighter gear. He's all grown up.
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