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Recruitment for the faction is done in-character, and you will be expected to follow the server rules while associating yourself with our image. Be respectful to those around you and dedicate yourself to your characters development within the faction. The aim of 38th Street is to create a realistic sureño environment in El Corona. The Discord is accessible for those who are interested in joining the faction, we're currently open to new members and encourage those who are looking for something fresh to try it out, if there are any questions feel free to contact @risen or connect to the Discord, where you can find some information about the faction and ask any questions you may have.

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The Blockburnerz are an underground collective of mechanics and street racers based out of Barlowe’s Custom & Repairs in East Los Santos. The group’s name is a direct revival of a defunct 1990s crew known as the Blockburners, once active in small-scale street racing circles across the city. The original Blockburners faded out in the early 2000s after a string of arrests and internal disputes. Years later, several employees at Barlowe’s began racing and tuning cars after hours, adopting the old name with a new look and attitude. The change in spelling became part of their identity, a quiet distinction between the old generation and the one running the streets today. Most known members are mechanics and drivers connected to Barlowe’s, often seen in modified imports, muscle cars, and older domestic trucks. Law enforcement sources have linked the Blockburnerz to illegal racing, stolen parts, and unregistered vehicle work, though no organized charges have been brought against them. Within Los Santos’ underground car scene, the name has returned with the same reputation it carried decades ago, rebuilt and rebranded for a new era. To those familiar with the city’s underground car scene, a handful of names are repeatedly linked to the Blockburnerz. Horace “OG Horse” Williams is regarded as the senior figure within the group, recognized for his long involvement in local racing and vehicle modification. His name appears in accounts tied to earlier street activity, and he is considered an influence on the current generation of drivers connected to the crew. Gustavo “Sonny” Lopiz is a recognized driver who gained attention after joining the independent racing outfit SpeedHunters in 2024. His experience within the wider racing community has kept his name circulating among those who follow the city’s street circuit. Yukiteru “Playboy” Amano is described by several sources as active in late-night runs through industrial districts and maintains links with various tuning circles. Calvin Redmond is occasionally mentioned in connection with vehicle repair and sourcing, though his exact role within the group is unclear. The Blockburnerz maintain a low public profile, operating primarily through vehicle repair, modification, and custom work at Barlowe’s Custom & Repairs. Activity around the garage increases late at night, with vehicles frequently observed entering and leaving after business hours. Members have been seen attending unofficial race meets across the city, with several cars linked to the group later identified in street racing footage and social media posts. OOC Information Blockburnerz aims to portray a realistic street racing and automotive crew within Los Santos. The faction focuses on character development, detailed mechanical and racing roleplay, and the daily operations of a small garage involved in both legal and illegal activity. Our goal is to capture the culture of Southern California’s car scene through authenticity, skill-based storytelling, and meaningful progression. We value creativity, realism, and collaboration, encouraging players to develop their characters naturally within the environment. If you’re interested in developing your character within this setting, you can approach any member in-character at Barlowe’s Custom & Repairs or reach out privately through the forums for more information.

Our faction's main objective is to depict an authentic one-percenter motorcycle club, with a strong focus on individual character growth and fostering rich, immersive lore. We expect our members to maintain a high standard of roleplay and to familiarize themselves with the one-percenter culture before joining. If reliable resources are difficult to find, we’re more than happy to assist with character creation and provide materials to help players accurately portray a motorcycle club member. We recognize that real-life responsibilities such as work and family always take precedence over roleplay. While some may not fully grasp this, rest assured that joining our faction does not require you to be active every night of the week. Once you enter the prospecting phase, we reserve the right to issue a character kill if there is valid justification. However, this is always considered a last resort rather than a first option. For any questions or concerns, feel free to reach out to @SPACEFUNK & @West$ider via the forums or in Discord.

All For The Nation Driven By Success, Hustle, And The Bag

Johnny French is one bad motherfucker.

WALLIS V SMALL Tony Small in 1993 made with AI Who was Tony Small? "Fat bastard with caterpillars on his face." - Eddie Wallis. He was born in the mid 1950s, the son of Greek Cypriots who settled in Rotherhithe. Tony wasn't born with that name. His real name is Kostas. He chose Tony because it sounded tough and gangster-like, a nod to infamous figures like Fat Tony Salerno. He saw himself as a modern-day Al Capone, if Al Capone had come from Rotherhithe. He chose Small because it was simple and unassuming, the kind of name that didn't draw attention, but was easy to remember. Eddie’s hatred for Tony wasn’t just about football. Tony really got on Eddie's nerves. He was too happy all the time for Eddie's liking. Eddie didn’t put Tony’s constant cheerfulness down to him being genuinely happy. He'd long since decided that Tony was just a simpleton. A greedy, fat simpleton. However, behind all the laughs, behind the crumbs on his shirt and the stupid grin, Tony was still a man people feared. Tony singlehandedly kept London hospitals in business. Tony was a wrecking ball, and his fights were like watching a wardrobe fall down a flight of stairs. Loud, messy, and impossible to stop. Love at First Punch Dom and Tony had already been going at it for years. Fights between them were just part of the routine. It wasn't always about hatred. It was just the way things were. The ICF and the Bushwackers were never meant to get along. When it was Eddie's turn, he made it personal. Eddie took things to heart. It wasn’t just about football anymore. Eddie wanted to hurt Tony. Properly. This wasn’t ICF versus Bushwackers anymore. This was Eddie Wallis versus Tony Small. They were some of the most brutal fights the terraces had ever seen. And after Dom was killed, things only got worse. Now, Eddie was fuelled by revenge. The 1992–93 Season Both West Ham and Millwall were in the First Division that year, and tensions were already running high. It was the end of an era for Millwall too, as they played their final full season at the Old Den. The early nineties brought fewer headline-grabbing riots, but the violence didn't stop. Meetings were arranged by word of mouth. Crews dressed down. Most of it never made the papers. But it happened, and everyone involved knew it. The game was changing. Stadiums were getting safer. But out on the streets, the score was still being settled the old way. This period was nowhere near as bloody as it had been when Eddie first joined the ICF in the '80s, but Eddie still remembers it as being "some medieval shit". Tony Small's Arrest When Tony was arrested for attempted murder in '94, Eddie took it as a signal to move on. So that's what he did. He'd spent years locked in a rivalry with Tony. Seeing him cuffed and dragged off, facing a charge that might actually stick, Eddie knew it was time. The years that came after made Eddie who he is today.

West Ham United's infamous hooligan collective, the Inter City Firm (ICF), first appeared in the late 1970s. A younger generation had started to emerge by the late 1980s, with one individual moving up the ranks swiftly. During this time, Eddie Wallis became well-known as a major figure on the terraces due to his calculated violence and keen instincts. The Inter City Firm built its fearsome reputation quickly, drawing members from older East End street crews like the Mile End Boys and the Essex East London Firm. They became known for their trademark calling cards, left behind after a clash, reading: "Congratulations, you have just met the ICF." It was not a joke. It was a message. Figures like Bill Gardner played a key role in shaping the firm’s identity, bringing structure and a sense of purpose to what many on the outside dismissed as mindless violence. Cass Pennant became one of the most respected names to emerge from that world after leading the firm through one of its most infamous clashes on rival ground, holding his position when others fell back and earning a reputation that followed him into every part of his life from that point on. Eddie Wallis stood out because he followed through and never held back. He has always had a big mouth, always quick to say what he was going to do. The difference was, he meant it. When he said something was going to happen, it did. People respected that. They might not have liked him, but they listened. By the early 1990s, the landscape around English football was shifting. The Thatcher government’s crackdown on hooliganism, combined with increased CCTV surveillance and stadium bans, made old-school terrace violence riskier and less rewarding. For men like Eddie Wallis, that only meant one thing. Evolution. He didn't just see the firm as a gang of football hard men. He saw it as a network. Loyal, discreet, and hardened by years of conflict. He stopped seeing the ICF as a football crew and started treating it like a business. The lads were already used to keeping quiet, watching each other’s backs, and handling problems fast. All Eddie did was give it structure. He started small. Protection jobs at pubs, fake gear outside matches, the odd debt job when someone needed a nudge. But his eyes were already abroad. Eddie knew a few faces out in Spain. They had left the streets behind and were deep into property. Bars, car rental fronts, small hotels tucked away on side roads near the coast. Eddie saw the kind of money they were making and he wanted in. Hackney was where Eddie laid his first real foundation. While others looked the other way, he saw potential in the empty shells and boarded-up terraces scattered around the borough. He moved quickly, picking them up at auction with bundles of cash and a nod from the right people. The properties became stepping stones. He branched into dodgy rental schemes, used shady contractors to inflate invoices, and ran laundered money through shell renovation firms that barely existed on paper. Before long, he had built a quiet empire. By 1997, Eddie was holding more than a dozen titles and had taken over The Frigate, a local pub from his childhood street. Within a year, he owned it. As Eddie’s portfolio grew, so did the whispers. He kept a low profile, but the pace of his rise was hard to ignore. Expensive motors parked outside rundown properties. Quiet meetings that ended with envelopes changing hands. Word on the street was that Eddie had powerful friends, and that much was true. One of them was Omer Prekazi, an Albanian fixer with a heavy presence in North London. They understood each other. Both came up hard, both knew when to keep quiet, and both had ambitions bigger than the streets they started on. Their partnership was built on convenience at first. Eddie brought property, muscle, and a name that still carried weight. Prekazi brought access, protection, and reach. But Prekazi played a different game. His operation stretched far beyond local business. He was knee deep in sex trafficking, moving women through safe houses and out the other side of the M25. That part Eddie did not like. He stayed clear of it and made it known he wanted no part of that side of things. Still, the link remained. Too many shared interests, too much money in play to walk away. Prekazi had friends everywhere. He was tight with a Turkish crew based out of Southend on Sea, the same lot who quietly controlled much of the heroin trade across the UK. He also had long standing ties to the Balkan Cartel, especially the Serbians. The Serbians' operations had quietly expanded to Los Santos, using the city’s sprawl and chaos as cover for something bigger. Eddie saw it for what it was: a wide open playing field with fewer eyes and bigger rewards. He began working closely with the Serbian end of Prekazi’s network, sitting in on meetings with their contacts, asking questions, learning the rhythm of how they moved product and laundered money across state lines. Eddie had never looked beyond London for long. The city was home, the streets familiar, the rules understood. But watching the Serbians move through Los Santos changed something. There was scale out there. Movement, freedom, space to grow without every step being watched. The money was bigger, the risk different. It was not about dodging local detectives anymore. It was about staying ahead of federal agencies. That kind of game appealed to Eddie. He started thinking about what a move would look like. Who he would need. What he would bring. All the tools he had sharpened in London could be rebuilt in Los Santos. Eddie didn't go alone, but he didn't take everyone. Len Bartland, his number two, stayed behind to keep things steady in London. Len Bartland had been with Eddie since the early days, back when they were just faces on the terraces at Upton Park. The ICF was in full swing then. Fights outside stations, quick ambushes near away ends, and long walks back covered in blood and pride. Len was never the clever one. He was slow to catch things, never much good with numbers or plans. But he showed up. Every time. When it kicked off, Len was the one you wanted next to you. He didn't think too much, but he never flinched. Eddie trusted that more than anything. Over time, Len became part of the structure. While Eddie moved up and made calls, Len held the line. So when it came time to look beyond London, Eddie left him in charge. Not because Len was sharp, but because he was solid. And sometimes solid is all you need. A couple others moved between London and America on a regular loop. Al Facey, Ian Lawrence, Robbie Hope and Valerie Booth. Al Facey was born in Brixton to Jamaican parents and got pulled into the streets early. By the time he was a teenager, he was moving with The Untouchables, one of the Yardie crews that held ground in Brixton in the eighties. Ian Lawrence is the older brother of Dom Lawrence, one of the most well known names to come out of the ICF. Dominic died in 1991. Ian's a man of few words. He worked the doors at a nightclub in Soho, where Eddie first met him. Robbie Hope is a Scot with a busted nose, a broken laugh, and no real interest in football. He just loved fighting. That was it. Eddie first clocked Robbie during a scrap outside a pub in Whitechapel, where he bit the lad's ear off. That was the kind of madness Eddie could use. Eddie and the "Cockney Queen" Valerie Booth have always had a thing. He met her after his one week and two days marriage came to an end. The first and only time Eddie's said he'll get married.

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