Silence was everything to the Bandits.
Silence and shadows were their best friends - in more ways than just one. Within a month of joining the gang, they were taught how to manipulate the darkness to their advantage. How to draw the darkness to them and soften their steps, erase their breath, hide their very visage from prying eyes. They were taught to be invisible to the naked eye.
And if they couldn't grasp the idea, the Bandit King would simply declare they would not have field duty until they could. He was a gentle man, soft spoken and rather easy going. Generally very pleasant, as well… Though, for a reason as of yet unknown to anyone outside of it, the whole gang was terrified of him. Whatever secret that the Bandit King was hiding from everyone else, he hid it exceptionally well.
All of the Bandits refused to speak of why they were scared. New recruits often spent many a night wondering - only to suddenly stop one day with no explanation to their fellows.
Riches were of great importance, as well, but of course that is to be expected from Bandits.
But they were not obsessed with wealth for the sake of being wealthy and 'better' than others - they were obsessed with wealth for the sake of having wealth. They were much like dragons, keeping a hoard of all their stolen goods locked away safely in their homes. Some, like the Bandit King's second-in-command for instance, had even taken the dragon-like approach of sleeping on top of their riches.
The Bandit King found that particularly amusing.
As for their goals, only the Bandit King knew for sure what they were aiming to do in the long run. Yes, the short term goal was to seize control of the entire Western side of Domino, but no one knew what they planned to do once they had it. Would they continue their way South? North? To the West? Or would they simply revel in their territory for the rest of their days?
For the time being, they simply stood aside while some small time crime lord took over the remainder of the West side and continued to loot and pillage as they normally would. A jewelry store here, a bank there… No one could stop them. They were the most wealthy people in Domino.
To the Immortals, nothing was more important than remaining businesslike, yet intimidating, during all interactions. They made their progress the way old-school mobs did - through threats and business deals. They had their hands in everything from drug deals to honest businesses, like banks and grocery store chains. They were adept at talking their way into and out of any situation.
It was absolutely essential that an Immortal have a silver tongue. If the Pharaoh, Yugi Muto, found you couldn't sweet talk yourself into someone's house, you got desk duty at one of his many, many companies until you learned how. And if you got caught doing something that could be considered illegal, he was not merciful. He would not cover you. Not unless he had a very good reason to keep you around.
If he didn't, you were good as gone, because once someone turned you in and the cops got ahold of you… You were essentially disowned. The Immortals, much like the Bandits, valued secrecy and sneakiness. Getting caught denoted a severe lack of both skills.
The Immortals were even less informed as to what they were supposed to be doing past claiming the East. They didn't know how or why they were taking everything on the East side of the city and making it their own. They didn't even know if the East was their only goal… Or if claiming territory was the goal at all.
But still, with their hands in everything, it could be easily said that they were all very wealthy, well-dressed men and women. None were any worse off than their superiors - except, of course, in the case of the Pharaoh. But he was the morning and the evening star. The best of the best. The supreme leader. He deserved the best in life, and he'd be damned if he didn't get it.
To the Ghouls, there wasn't much that could be considered 'important'. They were a ragtag band of incredibly skilled misfits, whose only common ground was a past in crime and a distaste for the law. Some were excellent at stealing things - everything from petty theft to grand larceny. Some were best at grand theft auto. Others found their talents were a little less… Mundane.
No training went into becoming a Ghoul. You merely had to prove yourself to the Phantom King and then you were in.
In all honesty, it had once been much more difficult to find your way into his good graces - into the Ghouls -, but after he'd established a close-knit group of elites he loosened up a bit. He removed the much tougher trials he'd once had in place. The tests of skill and mental strength.
And, despite no training being required, there was an option of strengthening the less mundane powers you might have. As the Phantom King himself was quite adept at mind control, you could easily learn from him. His second-in-command was a powerful telekinetic, and the rest of the inner circle (affectionately referred by the other Ghouls to as "the Poltergeists") each had their own unnatural ability that they were more than willing to teach to anyone who was willing to learn.
They may not have been the wealthiest gang, but they were certainly the most powerful… And the best informed as to their leader's plans. They knew they were to be keeping control of the North side of the city at all costs, and that it was only the first step on their journey. Past the Northern city, they'd begin to claim the Northern countryside until every farm and vacation house was under their thumbs. They were already in the process of mapping out their territory - while also making note of where the other gangs would be expanding to one day.
Who knew when the others would begin their hostile takeover? Who knew if they even had any idea if it was coming? It was best to keep tabs on them, regardless. The Phantom King was paranoid. Scared of betrayal.
While the Pharaoh and the Immortals had their hands in everything, the Phantom King had his hands in their business… And the Bandits'.