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Big Bad Tres Ocho against Flowerz // Cucuy got shot, ese?

38th Street Squabbles / Big Tres Ocho versus Flowers

Jayden Holleran | Investigative journalist Jayden Holleran was born in 1995 on the south side of Los Santos, in a neighborhood where truth was rare. His father, Michael Holleran, was a city desk editor for the Los Santos Herald. He refused to bow to corporate pressure. His mother, Evelyn, worked as a nurse at All Saints General hospital. At 14, Jayden lost his father in a suspicious car crash. Days before, his father had published articles exposing corruption in the city’s zoning commission. Jayden believed the crash was no accident. That belief became his purpose. He decided to spend his life exposing the line between good and evil in a city where both often looked the same. By his early 20s, Jayden earned a journalism degree from San Andreas State University. He avoided the stable jobs his classmates wanted. He worked freelance from coffee shops, alleys, and the passenger seats of strangers’ cars. He took assignments no mainstream outlet touched. Missing persons in Davis. Corporate land grabs in Vinewood Hills. Dirty money through the port in La Puerta. Jayden has small circle of people around him. He has no family left, no wife or partner, and no one to pull him out when a lead turns dangerous. That is how he prefers it. Fewer people to betray him. He keeps a burner phone for sources. He still has his father’s half-burnt notebook, filled with names, dates, and clues to a story he has not finished. Now, he is chasing a series of disappearances tied to street gangs, city officials, and a corruption network that hides murders behind closed doors. The trail is buried in false police reports, paid-off witnesses, and bodies that vanish before the morgue records them. He does not know it all leads back to the same people who killed his father. They already know he is getting close, and they will kill again to keep their secrets. ((For any information, questions or inquiries regarding my character or roleplay itself, feel free to reach out in my PM.))

In Japan, a lineage of families maintained traditions centered on martial discipline, ritual loyalty, and secrecy, with the dragon serving as a profound symbol of ancestral strength and purity. These customs, quietly passed down through rural communities, eventually traveled across the Pacific. By the early 20th century, these values had found expression in groups like the Gen’yōsha and the Kokuryūkai, the latter founded by Uchida Ryōhei. These societies were known for their strict internal codes, disciplined training, and covert alliances, leaving an underground legacy that would continue to shape generations. Following the outbreak of World War II, this legacy found an unexpected new home in the United States. Many Japanese Americans were unjustly imprisoned in internment camps, including the one at Manzanar. Within the confines of the camp, a group aof young men and women, rooted in their shared heritage and a need for solidarity, formed the Manzanar Kuroryūkai, a group that adopted the "Black Dragon" name as a symbol of their unity and resilience. Though their activities were often born of desperation, they forged an unbreakable code of loyalty that was paramount for survival. After the war, the internment camps closed, and a new generation of Japanese Americans, bearing the deep scars and lessons of their experience, dispersed. Many of the Manzanar Kuroryūkai and their descendants formed street-level crews in California, carrying with them the code of loyalty and solidarity forged in the camps. A number of these individuals eventually moved to Los Santos, where they established themselves within a small but rapidly growing enclave in Little Tokyo. This community, born from a shared history of displacement and survival, was mostly quiet on the surface but always keenly aware of its surroundings. It was into this world that Yumiko Nakamura was born. She grew up with an implicit understanding of the community's hidden rules, spending her time around shops and back offices where complex deals were made with a simple nod or a knowing glance. Her world was not one of overt violence, but of silent observation and strategic thinking. She learned to read people and situations—what they desired, what they concealed, and what they valued above all else. This upbringing instilled in her a profound sense of discipline and a quiet understanding of power, teaching her to listen more than talk and to keep things close to the vest. An old photograph, discovered in an archive labeled "LS Historical Society: 1942–49", depicts a building with a dragon mural painted above the doorway. The mural's artist is unknown, and the piece is absent from all city records. Given the mural’s style and the community’s reverence for the dragon symbol, it is speculated to have been a gathering place for the second-generation Japanese Americans of the area—a landmark of their shared culture, history, and resilience.

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Since it seems this thread is now, Admin can lock and archive if they so choose unless we have any more legends still around that want to post. If this is the last post before L&A let me add: It wasn’t the best server but for what it was, it was no doubt a fun server. We all know who ruined it and I think I speak for everyone when I say they should have stayed where the F*** they were instead of ruining our fun like they did but it is what it is.