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- Sep 10, 2025
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Organization : Los Santos Police Department [LSPD]
Name: Pandey jii
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Nationality: Indian
Place of Birth: Delhi
Sexuality: Male
Strengths: excellent leadership and teamwork skills , Calm Under Pressure , Manipulative , Good listener , calm in nature
Weakness: has dual personality , Emotional volatility ,trusts no one completely
LIFE STORY
My name is Pandey Jii. I joined the LSPD not because I was looking for glory, but because I needed control. Growing up, the force represented true, undeniable power. After years of grinding through the academy and hitting the streets, I finally earned the rank that mattered—but the price I paid changed everything.
I wasn't alone in this life. Bhoomi Jii was my first love, my only weakness. She wasn't just my childhood girlfriend; she was the one person who believed I could climb to the top and stay clean. She was the reason I kept trying to stick to the rulebook, even when the job felt rotten.
Everything broke on a cold Tuesday night. I was a rising star, a decorated officer, and I had just made the tough, split-second call to let a high-level drug operative walk to protect a massive, months-long investigation. The next morning, Bhoomi's small, family-owned business was burned to the ground. It was an unofficial, violent message. Losing that connection to my past, that anchor of innocence, felt like a slow, painful amputation.
That loss showed me the terrifying truth: the criminals don't respect the law; they respect fear. The system, with its warrants, judges, and press conferences, was not powerful enough to protect the people I cared about.
The uniform, which I wore as officer in LSPD, became nothing more than a powerful disguise. The procedures became obstacles. The regulations felt like chains stopping me from hitting back. My role gave me everything I needed: direct access to the armory, the ability to approve or bury internal investigations, and control over who got promoted or protected.
I chose to act.
The investigations I supervised suddenly became more aggressive. Evidence started appearing exactly where we needed it. I began moving money—confiscated from raids—to fund my own off-the-books operations. It wasn't about public safety anymore; it was about payback, dressed up as law enforcement.
The adrenaline rush of bending the law to achieve a "just" end became my new purpose. It didn't bring Bhoomi back, and it didn't rebuild the past, but it ensured that the people who took from me would pay a debt that no courtroom could ever demand. For her, and for the kind of cold, hard justice the city actually needed, I became the very thing I swore to fight
OUTCOMES:
2.3 Can take bribes from criminals for favours. (up to 75k)
2.6 Can reject civil rights. (e.g, right to a lawyer)
2.9 Can abduct, torture or interrogate.
2.10 Can break bodycams using try commands if the bodycam is found.
2.5 Can threaten/lie to all state employees, lawyers and judges to protect themselves.
Name: Pandey jii
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Nationality: Indian
Place of Birth: Delhi
Sexuality: Male
Strengths: excellent leadership and teamwork skills , Calm Under Pressure , Manipulative , Good listener , calm in nature
Weakness: has dual personality , Emotional volatility ,trusts no one completely
LIFE STORY
My name is Pandey Jii. I joined the LSPD not because I was looking for glory, but because I needed control. Growing up, the force represented true, undeniable power. After years of grinding through the academy and hitting the streets, I finally earned the rank that mattered—but the price I paid changed everything.
I wasn't alone in this life. Bhoomi Jii was my first love, my only weakness. She wasn't just my childhood girlfriend; she was the one person who believed I could climb to the top and stay clean. She was the reason I kept trying to stick to the rulebook, even when the job felt rotten.
Everything broke on a cold Tuesday night. I was a rising star, a decorated officer, and I had just made the tough, split-second call to let a high-level drug operative walk to protect a massive, months-long investigation. The next morning, Bhoomi's small, family-owned business was burned to the ground. It was an unofficial, violent message. Losing that connection to my past, that anchor of innocence, felt like a slow, painful amputation.
That loss showed me the terrifying truth: the criminals don't respect the law; they respect fear. The system, with its warrants, judges, and press conferences, was not powerful enough to protect the people I cared about.
The uniform, which I wore as officer in LSPD, became nothing more than a powerful disguise. The procedures became obstacles. The regulations felt like chains stopping me from hitting back. My role gave me everything I needed: direct access to the armory, the ability to approve or bury internal investigations, and control over who got promoted or protected.
I chose to act.
The investigations I supervised suddenly became more aggressive. Evidence started appearing exactly where we needed it. I began moving money—confiscated from raids—to fund my own off-the-books operations. It wasn't about public safety anymore; it was about payback, dressed up as law enforcement.
The adrenaline rush of bending the law to achieve a "just" end became my new purpose. It didn't bring Bhoomi back, and it didn't rebuild the past, but it ensured that the people who took from me would pay a debt that no courtroom could ever demand. For her, and for the kind of cold, hard justice the city actually needed, I became the very thing I swore to fight
OUTCOMES:
2.3 Can take bribes from criminals for favours. (up to 75k)
2.6 Can reject civil rights. (e.g, right to a lawyer)
2.9 Can abduct, torture or interrogate.
2.10 Can break bodycams using try commands if the bodycam is found.
2.5 Can threaten/lie to all state employees, lawyers and judges to protect themselves.
