Name
Frank.Gambit
Description:
The streets of the New Catalonia peninsula never looked so bad. The once higher end Nightlife district of Planet Manhattans capital city, had fallen into decay as a result of the expansion of the Planets main Cargo Space Port. With the expansion, came a new approach path for all spacecraft and the approach path brought it directly over New Catalonia.
Over night, most high end business owners, closed up shop and left for cleaner seas. The shoreline for the most part was now a collection of boarded up restaurants and hotels, with a collection of low end dive bars still surviving on the side streets that ran off of the now decrepit and mostly vacant boardwalk.
The city government, once accustomed to having some of the highest tax revenues of the planet, now struggled with funding even the simplest of city services. With this in mind, the New Catalonia Urban Council, had instructed the head of local law enforcement corporation to no longer issue citations for possession of small amounts of narcotics and prostitution.
They had realized that unless they turned a blind eye towards certain infractions, they would scare off any fish left in their little stagnant and vile pond. Any tax revenue from what little businesses was left, was better than no tax revenue at all. The decision had come at a cost, and the lavishness had given way to decadence, the opulence and new ship smell had morphed into littered alleys and pissed on street corners, pleasant sounds of the ocean waves, now drowned out by the screaming pulsing engines of inbound space ships.
For Frank Gambit, the worse it looked, the more money he made. He realized he was getting to old to work the doors anymore. Bouncing was a younger dumber mans game, and if his years of experienced had taught him anything, it was that New Catalonia was a small kingdom looking for a king. It was still early enough in the cities decline, that anyone could lay down a claim to a street corner and not be stepping on anyone´s toes.
With that in mind, he had been doing all kinds of side jobs and had put together a small amount of credits for the purchase and transfer a small but well situated nightclub. It was in the worst part of New Catalonia, less than 3oo meters from the Small Freighter inbound approach path. And that to him, was the beauty of the plan.
He was almost flat broke again. Flipping contraband only got you so far. You always had to deal with a middleman. It was always hard trying to save up some scratch, and you usually spent half of your earnings trying to make your next sale. And while the cops were no longer ticketing for possession, they were still on the take....only now, what they lost in salary cut backs, they made up for on the streets and then some. Dealing with the cops was easy though, compared to what would come around when he started making some real cash. He was gonna need some new friends or associates, and he new it. New Catalonia had become a "See here, Say here, stays here" kinda place. No one cries when someone ends up face to the pavement in New Catalonia.
Why you want to join:
I need credits and protection for a business venture on planet Manhattan.
Name Your Arrow:
Hold.Fast
Do you know how to do a barrel roll?:
Sure do....just last night, I had to put a guy into a barrel and roll him
out the back door of my bar. No trouble, his tab was paid, he was just to heavy to lift and drag.
Anything more that will make you a more valuable member to the club?:
I am a cunning linguist.
Are you friends with any cops?:
Last guy that asked me that, ended up in a barrel roll.
OORP:
S.K.Y.P.E. name:
(// Ill send it to ya PM if accepted)
1) Have you ever been sanction before. If so, why and have you learned from this?
A warning for sure, but I do not think I have any sactions. What I learned, I forgot, been along time since that warning/sanction.
2) Have you read the lore so that if I ask you a question you could reply in your own words?
Yes.
