I know i already did a los santos story based on online but i sort of wanted to have this one closer resembling the online stories i guess in a way this would be kind of like Tom tha authors's story except with a different twist and while his is his own twist entirely on the online story which is before and during GTA V with better dialogue, what I would do is have mine be before during and after. And with four oc's as the main character rather than one like i did with Joaquin in ballad. Maybe in a different way it's a do over of Ballad Of A Cholo without necessarily deleting the original. I mean only this time we have three oc's and a canon character as the main character that's what I'd do different and all though two ogf the characters will have some affiliation to cholo street gangs, they will be on friendlier terms (At first anyway) than Joaquin is with the Families.

Another major difference is that while in Ballad Of a Cholo since Rockstar made it so ambiguous as to who was based on who i had the failies as bloods and ballas as crips but this time will be reversed. I think actually what happened is rocks star in SA had the Families as Piru bloods but they switched it around they said they changed the colors to avoid it looking like favoritism but it is favoritism if somebody knows which gang is based on which gang. Maybe the way they did it was they used the families both times but in the first game the bloods win in the next crips.

Cause while grove street is based on spruce street a piru hood, by GTA V the ballas run and now the East Side Ballas are representative of the GTA Tree Top Piru gang where as in SA that was GSF which made more sense because the ballas have the color of the grape street crips while the families have the color of tree top pirus who wear green and red. Lets just say there's arguments for families being based on crips and bloods and the same with ballas so they made it ambiguous.

The Aztecas and Vagos maybe they didn't have to switch it up because they aren't as prominent as Families and Ballas.

By the way Packie is the 4th character in this but since he's no OC I decided to start off with him in Liberty City doing whatever until right around the events of GTA V.

I'm gonna start the story off though a little further into the story than Tom tha author so it differs from his as well but there will also be flashbacks to earlier in the online story as remembered by other characters. The gang that my two OC's will be affiliated with of the South Side trinity which is Vagos Mara Bunta and Aztecas well will be Aztecas.

I picked a reason for that. In online, though in ballad of a cholo, Joaquin is Mara Bunta that is an enemy of the protagonist since he can do gang attacks on them. The Aztecas and Korean mob are the only gangs you cannot attack so that gave me the idea.

You could also say i use vagos aztecas and mara too much but in reality while i am a co author to dockington city and sunbelt city written by Sir Jason and Stelm respectively,where the protagonist in DC is a Vago and the one n SC is azteca, those are technically not my stories in that im one of three authors in both and while the characters are min e, the stories are not on my profile. So it doesn't count. Besides if you want to see me do more stories of GTA that aren't involving a cholo main character, check out Junction City. That guy is an ex Mossad agent. A far cry from an So Call gangster.

Anyway regardless of the fact that there will be similar themes such as yes, Franklin will be dating Tracey in this too (Unless you don't want to see that i can be flexible, the IAA and Merryweather will also be on Franklin Trevor and Michael's case about the UD job and Dave will still have to crack down some things will change. For instance, Dave wont be cracking down on Mike in this he still give him a pass and all though he did message Trevor, he made no guarantee that he would stop trying to kill him. He said stop being so crazy and people would stop trying to kill you.

This story will still be as different from ballad of a cholo as i can make it. I'm not sure if Franklin and Michael will be in this. It's up to you the reader if you want to see them. Lamar and Trevor will be because they are main characters in online and i may still have one oc, Chris, still have the father son relationship with Trevor though that mike and frank have.

OK. Long rant over i hope despite the similarities you'll still like this.

Fall

2013

Los Santos.

Paul Hoffman checked his phone. He hated these goddamn smart phones. He preferred the cell phones that were being used around 2008. He'd been in LS for about six months or so and since he'd gotten here he'd gotten into all kinds of shit. Mostly running with the Families.

Gerald had once again given him a job to do but said there would be no trouble like there usually was. He was just supposed to pick up a key like usual and bring it to Gerald in the projects. He spotted the contact. It was good that for once instead of ripping off some Ballas or Vagos he was actually meeting a CGF contact.

He checked his reflection in the rear view. He was native american with light brown skin with a reddish tint to it like the soil back home. He was of Iroquois and Caucasian descent and had grown up mostly in Liberty City which was where he had been prior to this.

He had lived in both Broker and Algonquin most of his life but when he was little he and his parents had lived in Kahnawake, Quebec. His father had been in the armed conflict in Oka in 1990 two years before he was born as at the time he had been living in Kanesatake.

They had been kicked off the rez in Kahnawake by the Mohawk tribal elders because his parents had been an inter racial couple and since he was their kid he had to leave with them. He was told he could return one day if he lived on his own or if he was with a native woman but his parents had to leave.

The tribe had already been pretty mixed and many had resisted against this saying it was wrong but if even a tribe that was already mixed was saying enough was enough there had to be a reason for it. Many said that having non Indians at the reserve even ones who had married a tribal member was a violation of their sovereignty. Maybe one day he would go home but not for a while. They did not want to see themselves be extinct like the Eerie.

That plus the people were a matriarchal matrilinial society so when a native man dated a non native woman or married her the child would have no clan. Though one could argue the kid would have a clan if it was a non native father but a first nations mother, even still the result at Kahnawake was the same.

They received eviction notices. It many ways he was angered by it and so again they'd had to move to the smaller Kanesatake rez until later in life they'd end up in Liberty City. At the same time sympathetic to the survival of his tribe, he also understood the tribes decision knowing what a tough spot the chiefs and clan mothers had been in.

Maybe one day he would go home maybe he never would. For now he'd had enough of both Eastern Canada and the north eastern United States. Being in the sun was more ideal for him. No winter here. His father had run out on him when he was five he had been abusive to both him and her.

His mother had moved to Quebec. Ironically though he identified more with his father's culture he hated his father and loved his mother even if the opposite was true for each parents people.

For the most part anyway.

He stood about six feet tall and was overweight but still tough. He would get back into shape eventually. He went to he gym as often as he could and as often as he ran from the L.S.P.D he would likely not even need that much hair was medium brown in color and about at neck length but he was trying to grow it out. Just because he'd been away from the rez a long time was no reason to forget who he was.

His birth name was much more traditional, Ioráhkote, but due to concern that teachers would not be able to pronounce or spell it, the name on his certificate was Paul.

He had hazel eyes with a greenish tint to them, a medium sized nose, and he wore a blue plaid shirt over a plain white T. He also had on tan khakis plus an LC hat on backwards. He spotted the CGF contact, a black man wearing a green and white varsity jacket and baggy blue jeans plus a Feuds hat to the left side. "What up? You Gerald's boy?"

Paul nodded. "I guess if that's what you want to call it. You got the shit?" Just then, a red Cavalcade pulled up and two armed men got out. Both were purple clad. One of them wore a purple varsity jacket, a Boars snap back and a purple bandanna to conceal his face. The other wore a white ski mask an LS Panics jersey, and baggy black jeans hanging off his ass. They both pointed their pistols at Paul. "Nah but you in the wrong hood, half breed!"

He knew he had only moments to act so he readied his pistol in his right hand. "Hey are you gonna back me up here?" He asked the CGF goon. The man grinned wickedly. "Yeah about that, loc. Gerald sent me to inform you we won't be needing you no more. We got a lot of fools doing his shit for him."

The Ballas said, "Yep! And it's brothers only in South Central, fool! Not no white Indian motherfucker. Gerald played you for a fool, dog! We got a truce around here and it didn't say nothing about no dog haired bum like you or them spics you be cool with!"

Ioráhkote knew they must have meant some of the Aztecas he had been doing jobs for in addition to Gerald, Lamar, Trevor Phillips, and Madrazo. He knew there was a racial war between Vagos and the Familes and Ballas but he had killed a lot of Vagos himself he despised their racist attitudes but now it seemed the Families and Ballas were no different than they were.

The CGF member now had a piece on him too. "Get your fat ass out of the car, homie. We might not kill you. Just give up whatever paper you got and we'll take the whip and if we ever see your ass south of downtown I'ma pull your card."

He got out discharging his own pistol, "You back stabbing motherfu..." They fired on him and he felt a slug hit him in the chest, and then another in the left shoulder. Then another left of that spot. He collapsed to the ground, worried that they had hit him in the heart and then a fourth hit him in the chest.

The Family hood grinned as he took all the money from his wallet. "Nothing personal, cuz it's just business and a bit of politics. The Aztecas been truced up with the Vagos for a while so if you have any dealings with the beaners then you guilty by association. Plus too many pigs been knocking on G's door cause of shit you done that he had nothing to do with."

The baller in the Boars hat warned as he heard sirens, "Yo five oh! We gotta bail, homie! Fuck this mark," The other Baller shook his head, "Man you two knucklehead niggas got this fools blood on the car! Now we can't take it to LS Customs, dumb ass!" The CGF member told him, "Yeah we can those guys are discreet let's just hurry up and go. If he aint dead the pigs is gonna take him in. This guy's killed motherfuckers al over the city with that heater."

He was going into shock and before long the two Ballas took the Tornado out of there and the Family hood got into a Manana. The police were surrounding him just as he blacked out.

Later That Week

He came to in the Los Santos Medical Center and realized he was cuffed to a bed. A white guy with a beard and piercing gray eyes stared at him and a man with sandy blonde hair. One of them he recognized as Steve Haines from The Underbelly Of Paradise. The other he didn't know. "What...what the fuck happened...?

The other guy got out his FIB credentials. "I'm Agent Dave Norton, Federal Investigations Bureau. This is Steve Haines. You're in the hospital for gunshot wounds. What do you remember?" Paul tried to sit up but couldn't. He lid back in frustration and pain. "I got shot...by some black bastards...wait...fuck you both I aint telling you shit. Where's my lawyer?"

Haines leaned in and said, "Yeah you're out of surgery. You're a lucky man, Mr. Hoffman If that bullet in your chest went an inch further left we wouldn't be having this conversation. As for an attorney that's not going to do you any good. That gun we found on you was used to gun down no less than fifteen members of the Carson Avenue Families. You're not very smart are you? You're looking at death row for these charges but if you cooperate with us I can talk to the DA about extenuating circumstances. I get the feeling the guy who shot you is a man you've been working for. Gerald. Drug dealer. Tries to pass himself off as just a hustler but in reality he runs a lot more of the show than most think."

Norton looked down at him, "We can get him put away, Mr. Hoffman. Don't you want to get back at these bastards? Tell us who they are. We can have all of them in an eight by ten. You already said they were black. What else?"

Paul blinked. "Does that whole good cop bad cop routine you pricks use usually work?" Haines snarled, "You don't have too many friends anymore, Mr. Wilson Sure you could try and lean on your butt buddies you started to make with the Aztecas but they're making nice with Vagos. I wonder how much the Vagos inside would appreciate you clipping one of their leaders? Once you're in there not even Madrazo would be able to protect you from them."

Paul said, "Fuck both of you peckerwoods. This morphine has me all fucked up. That's why I almost blabbered. You can send me to the pen I don't care but there's no way in hell I'm helping either of you. Why should you get to nail them? They didn't shoot you. You don't even know these guys. And if you think whoever you think I work for would ever be stupid enough to have done something anybody could turn states on him for you're wrong."

Steve took the morphine button away. It was there for in case the pain came back he could hit it but it automatically would shut down when the patient had had enough doses of the pain killer to not over dose them. "You can't do that!" Steve chuckled. "I can do whatever the hell I want, pal. I'm FIB."

He rang the nurse button. "Nurse! Get these fucking pigs away from me! This is harassment!" Dave sighed. "All right. Well, your next home will be the Gemelo Torre Facility but don't get too comfortable. Your permanent home will be death row at Boilerbrook."

He was able to finally hit the button on the morphine and he closed his eyes.How did I get myself into this shit? He thought back to when he had first gotten to Los Santos.

"What it do? you big ole pimp, you?" Lamar approached him getting out of the car. "I got jet lag, man but it's all good."

The taller man said, "I see you up in this motherfucker, now, huh? That's what I'm talking about come here and holla at your boy man it's good to finally meet you."

Pal replied, "Yeah same here. Never actually heard your voice before."

"After all that time on Life Invader we friends in real life. You smaller than you look in your picture but it don't matter."

Paul answered, "Hey six feet is still above average, we can't all be giants though."

Not long after that he had been given a pistol and been in a car race.

Then he'd spilled some blood in a deal between Ballas and Vagos. He ended up going to meet this guy named Gerald. They arrived outside. "Hey G come out here! My boy Paul out here."

Paul looked at the man in the white fedora hat. He had on a black t shirt sunglasses, an LS chain and blue jeans. He was slightly overweight. "How you doing?" Lamar turned to the heavier man, "Well goddamn you antisocial motherfucker aint you gonna speak?"

"Hey," He said with just a word. "See I told you yall going get along great. By the way give him the dope." He said in a nonchalant manner, "Alright here don't bother counting it. If you get anything else interesting bring it my way."

Paul raised his eyebrows. "Wow he actually used more than one syllable this time!" Lamar replied, "Aw man don't even trip that's just the way ole boy is."

Lamar then said , "See I told you motherfucker he likes you now you got some bread you need to get some new motherfucking gear cause you look bummy as fuck,"

Paul, knowing with this guy he would have to up the ante on his sarcasm just to have any conversation with Lamar Davis, said, "Says the guy who's always wearing that same green outfit? If I'm a bum you're my room mate next to the trash can fire but I get the point."

They had Families and Ballas back east too. The MOB drug drew was an east coast faction of the Ballas all though they were regarded as fake by west coat Ballas. Even so, this guy Lamar though he had come through for him with the gun and the race, was a bit redundant.

Like he was trapped in the 90's. Which was not to say he too didn't identify more with the 90's than the millennial era because he did which was part of why he and Lamar had become friends on Life Invader. They'd listened to the same music. Lamar's favorite radio station seemed to be West Coast Classics but he complained that a lot of his homies listened to Radio Los Santos which he complained had been lame for a while.

Even so, most people representing purple or green that had actually proved themselves didn't feel the need to walk down the street as a target for any rival to go after. Paul had encountered gangsters in nearly all the boroughs back home. Broker, Bohan, Dukes Algonquin mainly he hadn't been to Alderney before and the true gangsters in Liberty or really anywhere even if they did have something to prove knew already that their enemies would know their face which was more important for street credit than wearing a bandanna.

Lamar flipped him off. "Hey if it aint broke don't fix it bitch ya heard me?" He then said as Gerald went back in, "He may like me or he may not but you're right he makes me look like as much of a loud mouth as you and I'm normally pretty quiet but i still do talk when the situation calls for it. But him? Man, I don't like that guy."

Lamar slapped hands with Paul saying, "Hey don't even sweat it dog, he grows on you. Part of the niggas charm. You out? Aight then."

As he walked away Lamar approached the screen door. "Hey G, I need my commission nigga!"

Paul lay there under the realization that if he ended up finding a way out of this somehow, to escape like he had many times before from sticky situations, he would probably have to fight all Family members now. Maybe even Lamar. Lamar had been cool enough he was loud and annoying and every stereotype rolled into one but he had helped him since he'd been there.

It all really depended what would happen when the shit hit the fan. He wondered if it was true at all that the few friends he had made with the Aztecas would no longer matter because they were cool with the Vagos under the Mexican Mafia inside and would likely green light him? Then again, it all depended on what would happen once he got to jail.

He still had also killed Family members too and Ballas in gang attacks but he had also fought the Salvadorans. It was bad news and his odds didn't look good. He needed to think of a way out of this. He wouldn't snitch but he tried to think of anything in his past he could claim to give himself deniability.

He'd been in the city for god knew how many months so it was hard to keep track of all he did. But for the sake of his own ass he would have to try. After all he didn't have to get on the prison transport for a few days so he could take that time to remember as best as he could what all he had done and what had been done to him and what had been asked of him.

It wouldn't be easy since in most instances Ioráhkote was the one causing trouble. It all started back in January when he had gotten here. Him and three other people he'd met. Two of who knew Lamar. One of who Paul was closer to as a friend than the other two.

February

2013

Little Seoul

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Mai Thu was surprised that she was getting asked to come out to Blaine County. Some meth head psychopath had requested a meeting with , she had been involved in criminal activities around the city but she was no gang member and not a drug dealer. Prior to LS she had never commited a crime in her life. She was from a small town in the midwest. Her father had been a soldier in the Vietnam war fighting for South Vietnam against the communists of the north.

He met her mother after the war and they had her five years after they met. Mai was born on the exact day the war had ended five years before. April 30th, 1980.

She'd been living there ever since until like her father she had joined the military in 2008. She ended up doing two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. She served three years and was back in the states by 2011. She was thirty two years old.

When she had come from Vietnam the kids had made fun of her for her accent even though she'd already known English before coming to America but eventually it went away. She wondered if her Midwest accent that she'd had for the longest time was starting to fade away too?

In any case any trace of her country';s accent was gone. Though she had dual citizenship, she wondered if she was losing a part of who she was. Even though she was from both countries and of both even though she was 100% of Asian descent, she was like neither parent. They were not criminals.

Father was a hard working strict disciplinarian but also loving at times. Mother was a free spirited social studies teacher at a local High School but had been a model back in Saigon. Dad was a Catholic Mom was Taoist. Their family was like a mix of east and west rolled in one.

Mai didn't have a fucking clue what she was. She had no career direction other than the military but even that had been all she had done. She'd held down a job in a cubicle in the city but after two years, and having combat experience, doing such a mundane job was not a good use of talents.

Her cell phone rang. "Hey girl, it's Lamar. Listen if you ever need somebody's paper jacked just give me a cal I'll hook you up. I got homies that'll jack any busters in the city if you pay for it."

She smiled, her friend from Life Invader whom she had met when coming to Los Santos. He was a loud mouth, a bit of a braggart and in many ways completely full of shit not to mention he'd tried to flirt with her when he met her even picking her up at the airport but he was nice in his own way. He'd given her a gun to protect herself in the city and hes hooked her up with a few people to do jobs for.

"Thanks Lamar. I appreciate that. If I ever get pissed enough to want to take somebody's wallet but not enough to kill them I'll definitely give you a call."

He cheerily said, "That's what's up you do that. Hey by the way what color panties you got on? If yoiu tell me I can hook you up for free on that shit," She rolled her eyes and warned, "We're so not having this conversation, Lamar! Later!"

She drove the red Feltzer out north. She was not afraid of this Trevor guy but she knew she needed to be careful. He was known to be a sociopath and even though he had never set foot in Los Santos County, stories still reached the city about the terror that man was in the Grand Senora Desert. This was why she was headed north of Chumash.

She recalled the phone call. Some guy named Ron had called her out of the blue. "Hello? Who is this I don't recognize the number."

"Hi this is a courtesy call from Trevor Phillips Industries to tell you that you've messed up. Very badly. My boss is very angry and you really would not like him when he's angry."

Mai smiled at that. "What is this a comic book? I don't know who this Trevor Phillips is but if he's such a big shot why does't he call me and tell me that himself? Who is this?" The guy replied, "Ron. But that's not important. CEO's don't make their own calls. He insists you come to our HQ in Sandy Shores and explain yourself."

She replied, "Look Ron, I'm not afraid of your boss. You tell him to get his ass to Los Santos if he wants a piece of me. I got better things to do than play phone tag with some wannabe kingpin. I'd heard about some guy named Trevor Phillips robbing banks back in Yankton but this is San Andreas."

Ron told her, "You don't want him to hear you say that! He told me to tell you to bring kneepads and mouth wash. I don't know what that means but if I were you I'd hurry which right now I'm glad I'm not."

She snarled, "Listen, you creep, I do know what that means. Does he know I 'm a woman? That's sexual harassment. You know what I think I will come out there just to see if that asshole has the balls to say that to my face!"

So now she was driving there and she pulled up to the trailer. She'd done some asking around and has asked Lester that nerdy computer guy if he knew anything about the guy. He said he'd known the guy in the past but had not talked to him in nine years and that if she did run into him to be careful. "So just who is this guy Trevor and why haven't you made contact again?"

The man replied, "I'm trying to stay incognito. I've got a lot of people, especially you, running around the city doing errands for me. Trevor Phillips is a wanted fugitive. If he finds out where I am I don't know what he'd do or say but I don't want to have to have that happen right now."

She told him, "You don't have to just give me his address."

She pulled up and went up to the trailer ready for anything. She could hear somebody being cussed out inside. She peeked in a window and saw a male standing in silence as he was yelled at by who she assumed had to be Mr Phillips. "This is that person!" She recognized the voice from the phone. "I know who it is Ron, I know who this is. Come here. Hold me."

He stepped out of sight. "Come on! Hold me like you love me! Oooh owww! I'm getting a semi. You know why I'm getting a semi, cupcake? It's not cause I want to fuck you. It's because you have been fucking me! BANG BANG BANG! Now normally I have that whole 'beggars can't be choosers when it comes to love' attitude but when the love takes the form of someone shitting on my business I'M NOT FUCKING INTERESTED! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, HUH? WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?"

The guy had an accent. "I don't know, bro. Should I be?" Trevor yelled, "YES! You come here after all the trouble you've caused...I want you to get out there and start taking care of all those businesses you fucked over especially mine! Now get going get to work!"

The man exited as she entered he was a Mexican with darker skin than she, and neck length hair wearing a teal checkered shirt and gray khakis. "Pinche necio!"

An older white male in a reddish orange windbreaker noticed her as she went in. "This is that woman!" The other man, a Caucasian who was balding wearing a white T shirt that was dirty and blue jeans said, "I know...who this is...Ronald...!" He turned to Mai. "You!"

She gritted her teeth, "Yeah you've got some nerve..."

He cut her off, "You disgust me! You, what kind of a sick harridan are you, huh? You come here and you walk around the state like you own it. You never write ,you never call! I mean you don't even send a welcome basket or maybe a nice plate of cookie...or not even an inappropriate selfie of your tits!" She shook her head. "Wow you have serious mental issues!"

He seemed unfazed by her words. "But! I love you. Really... I love you. You're like the close female friend I've always wanted. You're like the eager soldierette that I've always needed so it's time for you to start repaying your debt to you can start by repairing the harm you've done to the local businesses. Especially mine! Now go! Go on."

She left unsure what the fuck all that was about.

Okay so that was the first part of my story. I have been playing Assassins Creed III recently and since it has a Mohawk character which i am it was thrilling so like Ballad Of A Cholo i made Paul the same ethnicity and like Ratonhnhaké:ton. And also one other character is brown see rockstar had two white guys and one black guy in V but left out the biggest majority, brown raza and though Ratonhnhaké:ton is an awesome character I know he wasn't the first native character in Tabai was so i figured two brown oc's appeals to the overall majority in LA in real life and I had thought of those two ethnic groups because one i am and the other is another interesting indigenous culture. So my other oc of the four was the guy version of meeting up with Trevor as obviously he says something different to men than women.

So Ioráhkote means It Is Sunny in the Kanienkehaka/mohawk language . Mai Thu is a Vietnamese name which with a looser translation or less literal translation, means Autumn Flower. Appearance wise she is based on actress Maggie Q. Her culture I am less familiar with so it will be an interesting challenge writing about. The guy she saw at Trevor's was my other OC like i said and I'll reveal his identity and where he's from and why he's in LS.

Oh and the last character is not an OC but a canon character. None other than Packie McReary! But unlike the other three oc's he is not my property and also he will not have the line story background so he';ll have his story written in as he's still in Liberty City for a bit (But has traveled around the country and even outside it to fit in with him taking the cab at the end of TBOGT so maybe between 2008 and 2013 since he expressed interest in all these other places I'll have it be he went to Vice City, Ireland and Australia.)

So what do we know of Trevor? Whether man or woman he will sexually harass you! lol anyway i hope you'll enjoy this idk how often i will update. As for Paul/Ioráhkote, though i had him in LS as right now in the plain text that's him further than where i am in the game but at the point of a betrayal from Gerald i made up and the black bold text is a flashback but in future chapters leading up to that since all this including Mai and the other is a reflection in his memory to that point, Paul's memory will be featured as plain text as though it were happening now so it feels like a game. I'm doing the whole in the past narrative some movie writers do with the film story timeline.

Paul and the other OC have connections to the Aztecas, Paul having done jobs for them (The Azteca set i have in this will be representative of the gangs or crews you can make up on rock star social) but Mai will be free lance mostly.

N.G.