Org: LSPD
Name: BEN DOVER
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: AMERICAN
Place of Birth: America
Sexuality: Male
Strengths: Go getter, Always ready, Hood smart, Calm Under Pressure
Weakness: Money hungry, anger issues, Rowdy, Trigger happy
Bio:
Raised among the wrong crowd but came out with the right mindset—power isn’t handed over; you take it. After a rough fallout with a private security outfit over “excessive measures,” I disappeared into Los Santos, where laws are flexible and cash has a stronger voice than authority.
Life story:
I didn’t step into power all at once. It began with small jobs—collecting debts no one wanted to pay, keeping order for people who couldn’t afford real protection, arranging quiet deals in forgotten corners of the city where broken lights flickered like they were ready to give up. I called it getting by. In a place like this, hesitation isn’t a flaw—it’s a death sentence. I learned fast that softness doesn’t last long, that mercy without purpose breeds weakness. Time did what the streets always do—it scraped away the unnecessary, reshaped what was left. Bribes stopped feeling dirty and started feeling routine. Lies evolved—cleaner, quicker, almost elegant in their efficiency. Each favor I traded stripped away something human and replaced it with something sharper, colder, more deliberate. I learned how to charm cops into thinking I was harmless, how to share a laugh with them while sliding a phone number or a name they weren’t supposed to see. I figured out how to listen—really listen—to the details that people let slip when they think you care, and turn them into leverage when silence wasn’t enough.
Real authority doesn’t shout. It moves in the spaces between noise—quiet, measured, waiting for the right moment. I found out when pressure cut deeper than violence, when kindness disarmed faster than a threat. Loyalty fades; fear doesn’t. But both can be managed if you understand the rhythm of control. I don’t chase power anymore. It circles back to me, steady and certain. The city doesn’t test me these days—it recognizes me. And when I look at what I’ve built, I finally understand the cost of becoming someone the streets no longer try to kill.
Career story:
I work in a world where reputations matter more than titles, and discretion is the only true currency. To everyone else, I’m invisible—well-dressed, well-mannered, easily forgotten. That anonymity isn’t accidental. It’s armor. The more attention someone draws, the easier they are to dismantle.
I found my calling when I learned that chaos doesn’t need to be destroyed. It needs to be guided. When courts hesitate and promises fall apart, people start searching for other solutions. That’s when they come to me.
I don’t threaten. I don’t negotiate. I observe. I gather facts. I present outcomes so precise that resistance feels unnecessary. I leave before the tension fades, because by then, the conclusion is already set.
I handle matters that can’t survive exposure—unpaid debts, dangerous secrets, conflicts that must disappear quietly. I’m called when problems become inconvenient, risky, or costly. How they began doesn’t concern me. Only how they end.
This isn’t a career you apply for. It’s one you grow into. I never advertise. The right people always find me. When my work is finished, all that remains is order—and the quiet comfort of knowing the problem won’t return.
I don’t seek to inspire fear, but I respect its usefulness. No one who owes me ever refuses. Not because I force them to—but because I deliver. In my world, reliability is everything. And I’ve built my reputation on being unavoidable.
Corruption Motto:
2.3 Can take bribes from criminals for favours. (up to 75k)
2.9 Can abduct, torture or interrogate.
2.6 Can reject civil rights. (e.g, right to a lawyer)
2.1 Can administer truth serum using try commands.
2.10 Can break bodycams using try commands if the bodycam is found.
Name: BEN DOVER
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: AMERICAN
Place of Birth: America
Sexuality: Male
Strengths: Go getter, Always ready, Hood smart, Calm Under Pressure
Weakness: Money hungry, anger issues, Rowdy, Trigger happy
Bio:
Raised among the wrong crowd but came out with the right mindset—power isn’t handed over; you take it. After a rough fallout with a private security outfit over “excessive measures,” I disappeared into Los Santos, where laws are flexible and cash has a stronger voice than authority.
Life story:
I didn’t step into power all at once. It began with small jobs—collecting debts no one wanted to pay, keeping order for people who couldn’t afford real protection, arranging quiet deals in forgotten corners of the city where broken lights flickered like they were ready to give up. I called it getting by. In a place like this, hesitation isn’t a flaw—it’s a death sentence. I learned fast that softness doesn’t last long, that mercy without purpose breeds weakness. Time did what the streets always do—it scraped away the unnecessary, reshaped what was left. Bribes stopped feeling dirty and started feeling routine. Lies evolved—cleaner, quicker, almost elegant in their efficiency. Each favor I traded stripped away something human and replaced it with something sharper, colder, more deliberate. I learned how to charm cops into thinking I was harmless, how to share a laugh with them while sliding a phone number or a name they weren’t supposed to see. I figured out how to listen—really listen—to the details that people let slip when they think you care, and turn them into leverage when silence wasn’t enough.
Real authority doesn’t shout. It moves in the spaces between noise—quiet, measured, waiting for the right moment. I found out when pressure cut deeper than violence, when kindness disarmed faster than a threat. Loyalty fades; fear doesn’t. But both can be managed if you understand the rhythm of control. I don’t chase power anymore. It circles back to me, steady and certain. The city doesn’t test me these days—it recognizes me. And when I look at what I’ve built, I finally understand the cost of becoming someone the streets no longer try to kill.
Career story:
I work in a world where reputations matter more than titles, and discretion is the only true currency. To everyone else, I’m invisible—well-dressed, well-mannered, easily forgotten. That anonymity isn’t accidental. It’s armor. The more attention someone draws, the easier they are to dismantle.
I found my calling when I learned that chaos doesn’t need to be destroyed. It needs to be guided. When courts hesitate and promises fall apart, people start searching for other solutions. That’s when they come to me.
I don’t threaten. I don’t negotiate. I observe. I gather facts. I present outcomes so precise that resistance feels unnecessary. I leave before the tension fades, because by then, the conclusion is already set.
I handle matters that can’t survive exposure—unpaid debts, dangerous secrets, conflicts that must disappear quietly. I’m called when problems become inconvenient, risky, or costly. How they began doesn’t concern me. Only how they end.
This isn’t a career you apply for. It’s one you grow into. I never advertise. The right people always find me. When my work is finished, all that remains is order—and the quiet comfort of knowing the problem won’t return.
I don’t seek to inspire fear, but I respect its usefulness. No one who owes me ever refuses. Not because I force them to—but because I deliver. In my world, reliability is everything. And I’ve built my reputation on being unavoidable.
Corruption Motto:
2.3 Can take bribes from criminals for favours. (up to 75k)
2.9 Can abduct, torture or interrogate.
2.6 Can reject civil rights. (e.g, right to a lawyer)
2.1 Can administer truth serum using try commands.
2.10 Can break bodycams using try commands if the bodycam is found.
