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The Belco Petroleum Corporation - Drakstir45 - 05-02-2022

Name of Faction: Belco Petroleum Number of Members (5): 13+ and Growing.
Type Of Faction: Corporation 
Ethnic Background: German-Jewish, Multi-ethnic 
Server Preference: New York 
Your Discord: Drakstir45#2180 
Your SteamID:https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198844061679/ 
Your Server playtime: 1 week 6 days 14 hours 44 mins (2 months on server)
Your Faction Discord link (If you have one): https://discord.gg/4rMUg5VP

Organization Backstory (Min. of 250+ Words & any images): 

     Robert Belfer Kolwiczy was born in Chojnice of old Pomerania, Poland in the height of the year 1922. He had not been a firsthand witness to fascism until into his early teens, with Polish newspapers to brush on the apparent political victories and later usurping of the German government by an unlikely party, standing on rhetoric of racial supremacism and ferment anti-semitism. Following his heavy choice of self determination by seeking to become a professional criminal defense attorney, his mother had grew ill and in particular he felt heavy blame for leaving her and his aging yet disapproving father. His family had been common in a wave of upper-middle class increasingly-secular Jews of the Polish Ashkenazim, but of specifically German ancestry hundreds of years prior from the times when most of Pomerania was under the German Imperial and prior Prussian crown. It was not far then when the clutches of the Ukrainian and Belarussian Red Armies seeking their go-again for the previous failed invasion of the Polish nation came, with the NKVD ready to wipe out Poland’s intelligentsia in the name of establishing their own Imperium under the guise of the worker’s internationale, and when Nazi Germany sent its waves and invaded the country, He and his family knew it was only a matter of time before there was no stability of Polish Sovereignty to ensure safety for rich Poles or Jews for that matter. All then, until they found themselves shocked when the second and third wave of German Heer troops dawned less of a grey and grime green array of uniform, rather dawning darker shades of black, blue, and the unforgettable slick-black trenchcoats and their rank pips,-death head’s insignia and all. 

     Despite sensibly his aging father and half-demented mother having the nose to see that the national situation was closing on their fate, they chose to fled with their Robert, without the option to await their only other son, his elder brother, who was studying in the dreaded Warschau. His paternal uncles and their immediate families had not been so lucky. Fleeing with other local Jewish and non-Jewish families quickly through a sparse corridor of roads leading all the way north to famed Gdynia, but came without time for any sightseeing. At the time, it had been just a couple of months after its surrender as a Polish stronghold, and improvised prisons were holding both captured soldiers, civilians, and the like. They were lucky to get safe passage onto opportunistic fishing and other barge vessels seeking to flee to the Nordic countries and as far as the United Kingdom or Netherlands, supposedly. They mustered all of the jewelry they can, being their zlotys notes and old markas, thrice surviving near economic catastrophe, were once again on the verge of economic meaninglessness. Having paid the sleazy yet godsend of a toll by the German Heer battalion stationed there, they gave whatever else they could to barter enough for spots on the last of the barges willing to take any more of the thousands clogging the port of Gdynia. Finally at ease to take their breaths once outside of their dreaded besieged mother country, they were only able to exhale with the security brought with having known they were then on Swedish soil, an already likely candidate for total neutrality from this brewing conflict. Then they stood in an improvised Jewish ghetto in Stockholm, supported hastily by a local scrambling red cross branch, and as fairly well-established Polish citizens, Belfer Kolwiczy and his father scrambled for paperwork and contact with relatives with a then all but in-name Polish government in exile. With other refugees seeking to connect with family by referencing, photographs, bulletins, they opted instead to work their way towards embassy referrals to the United Kingdom, with haste plans to then emigrate to the United States without any second thoughts, a continent away from the wretched war. With no time willing to spare until the might of the German warlust or Soviet expansionism for that matter came for the Nordic nations and foreseeably the rest of Europe; they left by the end of the same month they came in. It was then that the Kolwiczys took ‘flight’ but via commercial cruise, entering Great Britain by the city of New Castle, before they accompanied few more Jewish Emigres to Western England in their plight to make one final stepping stone until they would reach the land of ‘opportunity’. With help of the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society, the kolwiczys were capable of acquiring enough documentary credentials to allow for their examination and processing at Ellis Island. They were promised a small financial lone, enough for housing and to sit for references via a teller’s loan associated with the HIAS. 

     Robert’s first sight of American soil had been the mere hard silhouettes of Cape Cod and its daughter islands, all behind the curtain of the New England fog. His family, as excited and antsy as could be, too knew that one off-prying into the medical condition of the family Matriarch could otherwise jeopardize the family or put them in jeopardy, despite the efforts of the Jewish and non-Jewish aid organizations. Awaiting this trail to decide the fate of his life and subsequent future, all he could do was become accustomed to the passing dense trees and beaches, iconic then and in betting for all time as the atmosphere of the quaint Long Island and its cottages and manors. Before young Kolwiczys could raise his chin above the wooden rail, his heart shocked at the mere awe and magnificence of the skyline of the city, and the glistening torch of the statue of liberty, with the statue itself then still of a much darker mint facade. The cruise had made its way along past governors island and its bastion of the old bricks of Castle William to match the base of the statue of liberty. Upon pulling into Ellis Island rather swifty, with some among them smickering, smirking, and some even jeering, all upon the realization of their fates. Mr and Mrs Kolwicyz along with many passengers were quick to acknowledge the reality of the would-be emigres held for weeks, possibly even months on end at the complexes of the island. As they entered the tightly packed corridors of old, young, of all nationalities they were too welcomed by the partial chaos kept under wraps and suppressed by the minute by the Public health officers of Thomas Parran, the federal government, and Immigration and Naturalization, long before it had been capable of direct enforcement of customs. The many fragrances to reflect the peoples seeking entry had converged, but above all the egg-shell colored paint along the rails, whom young Robert took as one of his first signs to the foreign ways of America, with steel galore and much of it with facades lacking in any chipping. He used said rails all along the process, as an almost crutch to ease his excitement and wave of curiosity over the true feeling of being among something alien, unlike Britain or Sweden. They had remained for what one could only estimate to be around four hours and unlikely but a minute more, and no more could he have whistled through as this without a care, but too without his pulsating shrewdness of the mind, an unchanging quirk of personality of his. His demeanor remained boyish even after their inspection by an officer, which Mister Kolwicyz senior had managed to scathe by via luck of having a man of Polish ancestry before him, thus garnering sympathy to not have his name Anglicized by force or by appeal, unlike many countless peoples whom have passed before him. As to not garner animosity or bias from the agent, they were certain not to explain their Jewish ancestry, in fear of the rumors of ‘Żydokomuna’ which even had moderate notoriety abroad among the Polish diaspora in the Americas, and whom some were still keen to believe had existed and by extent instigated or orchestrated the war, or at least Soviet side the invasion. 

     Regardless, the Kolwicyzs breathed easy at what was certain their ticket for their new lives, no longer in the question but only begging to propose where it would soon allow them to settle. A free ferry had transported the emigres down to the Battery of lower Manhattan, by the wharf of castle Clinton and its then-on stagnant exhibits as a once famed Aquarium. A man in an American-themed skimmer hat was quick to indulge, but his clear Italian-American accent had almost made him look like he was wearing one to that of a Gondola ferryer. Patronizing the new successful emigres, he gave them all small American flags distributed in their dozens by a tin can, and the Kolwicyzs were one of just about all to indulge by flying the flag that facilitated their new lives with pride and gratitude. Robert Kolwicyz had been one to insist on grabbing one, and firmly before his parents as the man in this skimmer hat certainly did dip the cup for him to grab one for himself. At the age of fifteen, Robert only stood a mere 5’6, but made up for his pipsqueak appearance by his bartering skill and determination. He, examining the flag, was in awe to count off the curiosity of all forty-eight stars demarking the ambiguity of his new and mighty homeland. 

     
As promised, the efforts of the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society did not stop there, as they received their loan at a Manhattan teller. Robert would be impressed by this humanitarian selfless favor brought on by his kinsmen, and Robert would remember the HIAS long until an eventual asset merger with the then United Service for New Americans (USNA), which would come to carry the burden after the end of the war and the disclosure of the holocaust and the displacement of its survivors across Europe. The family, however by mid 1940 had settled into the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn, with an already partially established moderate and newer Ukrainian-orthodox Ashkenazim and some sephardi populations, along with an equal if not quantifiable population of Italian-Americans of their respective streets and sub-neighborhoods. Quick to use his brains and legal skills from Poland for American ventures, Robert convinced his father to allocate half of his personal savings that could be spared for rent and basic necessities for the coming years to purchase firstly from the drumming up of war bonds by as soon as late March of 1943, by pulling a few strings with the Treasury department offices in NY and sorting through the legality and worth of retaining potentially millions of notes of zloty and marka Polish notes. This proved to be one of the wisest short-to-long-term decisions he had made, as it was capable of allowing his family to purchase the building they were otherwise renting out of, thus his parents became their own landlords for a three story building of at least two more tenants, and for his own personal ventures which allowed him to barter with $900,000 for that time.

     With Robert Belfer Kolwicyz’s ambition and determination in full swing, it was not long before he put in the works of smooth talking and taking advantage of the current global tragedy, grabbing the situation by the groin and using it towards his advantage by entering Columbia university with a start-ahead, and given much patronage for his progress left behind in Poland, and possible value as a future ambassador or as a tool for ties to the Anglo-American backed democratic Polish government in exile, and by the end of the war, received his Legal Studies master degree at Columbia Law. Thus, he prided himself as Dphil. Robert Belfer Kolwicyz Esq., using his legal boundaries to tread into business with confidence, and continue in a string of buying and selling business or taking advisory positions on upstarting corporations with the offer of legal counsel. Now more focused on his livelihood than the unlikelyhood of his elder brother and extended family, he would generously pamper his aging parents and ensure their comfort, however that did not make up for an affectional despondence which he felt was partially the blame for his mother’s passing of lymphoma. 

     His father, partially taking the blame and without many friends or familial intimacy as he would prefer, and of course without his beloved wife, seeked to ‘return’ to his faith by joining the growing Chabad or Chabad-Lubavitch movement among the Hasidim, despite his more formerly secularate and moderate religious leanings. This did not please Robert, as he saw them as money leeches and regressives who would abuse his poor father. This upset their father-son relationship, but not enough to cut all ties. His father, still wanted to arrange for his marriage despite rejecting his own re-marriage, given the strict laws on widows, widowers, and orphans among the community. He would later receive an engineering degree at the former Long Island City trade school by 1969 to appear to have a blue-collar background during the international scramble over the Iranian oil market during the reign of the Reza-Shah. Robert chose to develop his stake at the table of all major and non major corporate players, quickly registering Iranian licensing for his Belco Corporation, with prior American assets personally under his name to give the spring into the Iranian market for sales abroad directly from his own owned well sites and refineries. 

     This goal, however, came to a closing in 1978 when the then ‘Persian’ public opinion of the Shah came to be viewed negatively through mismanagement, crackdowns by his police forces, and perceived decadence which were fanned by propaganda and rhetoric of militant Twelver Shia fundamentalists who were not fully suppressed despite massive action undertaken by the Shah in the early to mid Sixties. Thus, the Islamic revolution began, and the shah was ousted, all Western and foreign businesses and peoples mostly stripped of passports, citizenship, businesses, and deported. The land of Persia became solidified as the Islamic Republic of Iran. Dooming Robert’s Iranian ambitions, and forcing him back to the states. Despite this, he was capable of a merger agreement with prior rivals and acquainted colleagues whom he met in the laxed Persia. They had settled on a trans-national corporation with established history but less of a name tarnished by the disaster brought on by the coup.

     Belco Corporation was ripe to fit the puzzle, but after a month of negotiations after already agreeing upon federal corporate licensing, the various chairs decided to defiantly and stubbornly keep their franchises in and around Texas, California, and the rest of the Southern US. Robert would not have it, thus leaving the corporation with a settlement negotiation for only around a dozen percentile of the company’s worth. Now rebranding specifically for the oil business on a local scale, the Belco Corporation in legacy succeeded into the Belco Petroleum. By 1980, Belco Petroleum was on its climb upwards, seeking smaller franchises in Union City, New Jersey and along the other side of the Hudson river along the piers of lower Manhattan and the decrepit meat packing district of SoHo. Seeing a potential for profit in the districts and neighborhood of Southside after sitting on his earnings and returning shortly to private legal counsel, Robert sought to set up a primary franchise and sell off his tri-state oil assets for retirement and personal autonomy of his matured franchises. With an eye for the well-known, but soon retiring Mastery Enterpises, Robert saw his bullseye for profit in this town.

     In a show of hospitality and great flattery to the employees present at his initial survey of the corporation’s property, he had stumbled upon the employees George Gonzales and Bill Royce. With their connected history of the neighborhood, work ethic, and positive relations to the public image, Robert knew only a fool wouldn’t offer them a place among the chairs of a soon-to-be revived and fledgling business. Unfortunately, the worst struck and Robert was out of the last of his luck, as he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and stomach ulcers due to a moderate history of smoking and a diet of wartime non-parishables such as SPAM, corned beef, beef tallowed pink cream cheese and butter alternatives, and microwaved dinners.

     Knowing his time would soon come to an end, he sought to make amends with his father, a then 91 year old Orthodox Rabbi before his ‘untimely end’, took somewhat of a vow into his faith and began doing a charity of goodwill across his former businesses and individual employees, finally settling with a will for his last venture, Belco Petroleum to be inherited among the chief of the board executives, namely Bill Royce and George Finkelstein Gonzales as share holders and to maintain CEO, CFO, and all other management roles beneath them in the corporation as they would like. So was the life of Robert Belfer Kolwiczy. Beloved in the business world, and eagle eyed for all things like it.

Robert Being Larger Than Life.
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Robert and Bill in Roberts Office.
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Another Photo of Rob and Bill Together.
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George Meeting  Robert For the First Time.[Image: PHOTO4.png]

George, Robert and Bill Group Photo.[Image: PHOTO2_2.png]

The Closing of Mastery Enterprises.
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Robert Sick with Terminal Pancreatic Cancer Signs Away Belco to Bill Royce.
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The Tragic Downfall of Robert Belfer.
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The Hearse Taking Robert to his Final Resting Place.
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Roberts Family and Friends Waving and Giving their Final Words And Goodbyes.
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Farewell Robert Belfer May your Dream Live On with Us.
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RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - Billy Longavetti - 05-02-2022

+1
Run by veteran oilers and has a strong board of directors with long time players very detailed back story and a crew motived to helping newer players in the community

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - OPPSEH - 05-02-2022

+ 1 incredible story very trusted man in the community would make a great addition to new york

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - METHgethighandkillgod420 - 05-02-2022

+1, progressive story for a legal faction and hope it'll be integrated into the direly needed RP. A good refresh, and fitting to pick up the legacy of Mastery.

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - TazerNips - 05-02-2022

+1 Couldn't hurt to have more than a single oil faction

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - bruntwaffle - 05-02-2022

+1 A lot of information, Good lore, and Setup with photos, Definitely a lot of work put into this. Appreciate a lengthy app for once.

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - Adler - 05-04-2022

Big +1 Drakstir has been a great addition to the Diverge community. He has spent a lot of time coming up in the world of Mafia RP, and I truly believe he is more than ready to take on a successful oil corporation. He seems motivated to keep the oil business flowing like clockwork, and all in all this will benefit everyone in NYC.

Best of luck to you,

Adler

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - Alex Carvetelo - 05-05-2022

+1. I think this could definitly lead to something in the future.

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - jonlasaga - 05-05-2022

+1 thats a hell of an essay.

RE: The Belco Petroleum Corporation - Romullus - 05-05-2022

so yall the mfs who broke in my 12th floor. cya in game