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Started by Despiadado , Oct 18th 2017 00:54
Despiadado - Oct 18th 2017 00:54
Plata o Plomo. Silver or Lead. Within the confines of the Central American countries, violence is the way of life, the laws of the jungle readily apparent within the savage groups that fight for dominance. However, this is all ruled and governed by a select group of Drug Lords, known as Los Estados Narco, the Narco States
Who lives and who dies, which branch profits from their produce of Coca and who prices the primo product that every nation clamors for. Trafficking, wholesale man slaughter and the militarization of the dregs of society are the bread and butter of these rulers, these lords.
However, there is a mutual distrust between the governors, a doubt that seeps into the open wounds wrought by gun fire and blade cuts. To enforce their will, each head has dispatched their finest to collaborate and put down any semblance of revolutionary actions that may be taken against this hard won peace, this bond of necessity. From accounting of each dollar that is made and each shipment of produce that comes in or out, to the ruthless murders of any who challenge their masters and public display of what happens to those who were just mentioned, they get the job done, whatever it may be.
Now, other underground organizations want a piece of the pie and begin to invade and colonize on land that is not theirs. What will you do, Sicario? Will you take them out and forgo the chance to destabilize the government that oppresses you and the people you keep in line or will you take the chance to revolt and start fresh, free of the chains that keep you in this land of wolves? It all comes down to personal gain and whatever sense of morality that you may or may not have.
(I'll be accepting requests for either a group rp or one on one, depending on the majority. When I figure out what's best, I'll draw up a character sheet to fill out so we can start.)
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Despiadado - Oct 19th 2017 19:44
Anything that isn't too flashy. Nothing op. Everyone here is human and so they are mortal and susceptible to death by consent. And depends still. Just waiting to see if this makes it to be a group or one on one
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Despiadado - Oct 19th 2017 20:41
Just go around and see if anyone you know is interested. Need at least 4 more
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Despiadado - Oct 20th 2017 23:12
I'll get it done but later. I'm at work and have things to do but be assured that it'll be soon when you can let your lawlessness run free. This is the land of wolves after all.
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Despiadado - Oct 21st 2017 13:12
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Despiadado - Oct 21st 2017 13:24
Uno: Informmacíon General (General Information)
Full Name: Carlos Fuentes
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Dos: Sú Persona (Personality)
Good Traits: Amiable when he wants to be, generous at best, uncharacteristically kind and caring for someone of his personal background and appearance. He makes it a point to thank others for whatever aid they lent him, despite his initial reluctance to accept help from anyone. Quiet and humble, he can appreciate the little things in life which always happen to matter the most to people. His attention to detail makes it hard for others actions to go unnoticed under his supervision and as such, if he sees that no else had done anything to reward the person in question, he does so to make sure that everyone feels cherished. He can be sentimental, although it takes a lot to push him into that uncomfortable corner unless its for a person dear to him.
Bad Traits: At his absolute worst, he is violent and abusive, capable of unsurpassed ruthlessness and is considered to be completely cold hearted. He is not beyond killing anyone or thing that stands in his way, having no remorse to stop him from the act either. He is inherently "evil", unable to truly bond or associate with people who are "good" for his lack of understanding of the other end of the spectrum. More beast than man, he adheres to his instincts, whatever they may be. If they warn him of a threat, he sets off to eliminate it. If they sense danger, he will appear as if dead, slowing his heart beat to such a slow rhythm, he might as well be. This comes in handy when he doesn't want to be bothered with people and is looking for a laugh with his apparent sense of dark humor.
Habits: He adores reading philosophy, a deep and innate need to understand the purpose of why he is here always on. If there is a nice tree in either a meadow or field, he likes to nap, his back to the trunk and head up to the blocked sky. He enjoys partaking in his vices of drink and the occasional cigarette, having developed a taste that never went as far as addiction. He loves dancing in private and listening to music when possible. He does this peculiar thing where he misplaces a household item on purpose and puts it on a strange place for it to be in so that he is reminded of his previous thoughts or things to remember for later or the next day.
Brief Description: Seemingly cut and dry from the stereotypical jar heads, he does as he is told, when he is told, as he is told. Outside, he is the perfect soldier, able to carry out instructions to the letter in record time. His supreme efficiency and astounding analytical process of thought stems from his childhood as a former child soldier. Those who did not work, did not eat.
Trés: Sú Mirada (Appearance)
Height: 6'6
Weight/Build: 210 Lbs, all either lean muscle or the bulk found on his upper and lower body. His body has been formed by the constant struggle of daily survival and so, he is fit to a t.
Hair Color/Style: Ebony and straight, falling to his shoulders when untied and in a bun when secured.
Eye Color: Dark brown, amber in the light, black in the dark, bloody crimson in a rage.
Facial features: Full lips and colored pink, a calling to arouse sensual sensations in those who looked for too long. Cheek bones high and the cheeks themselves were hollow. A hauntingly handsome face adorned with a straight nose and aristocratic bearing. Chin sqaure and strong, he is a man, all in all, for his age.
Skin: Tanned, bronzed, or caramel. Pick a poison but either way, he is a Hispanic by blood and so is the color of his branded flesh
Voice: Deep and low, the timbre akin to a guitar when played and just as lyrical, given his heavy accent and pronounciation of the English language.
Other: He sports several tattoos, most of which are hidden and a pair which aren't. "Victory or Death" is scrawled across his knuckles and chain cuffs are etched onto both of his wrists. Countless scars are sliced, shot, and burned onto his skin, badges of courage and honor really.
Quatro: Sú Historía (Backstory)
"Victory or Death. That was the life of a child soldier who knew nothing else but to win or lose his life. This phrase is who I am and the only options available to me. My scars, if you're curious about them as well, are the many attempts at my life that failed ultimately."
-Carlos
Born a bastard child, oprhaned and unwanted, he was taken by a woman who would later become his mentor and closest thing to a mother figure that he'd ever get. Trained to unforgiving standards of what could be defined as Spartan discipline and barbaric culture, since the moment he could walk, he knew no form of love. He was abused by the people who sought to shape him into a soldier worthy of fighting for The Nicaraguan Communist Party (NCP), Central Americas final hope for Marxist rule. Always beating the sense of responsibility into him if he failed to meet their expectations, he managed to destroy a third of an oppositions advancing platoon in the blink of an eye at the age of 6, using well placed C4 charges and other explosive devices. From then on, he was put through some of the most rigorous training known to man, developing his body and already lethal abilities even further. With formal instruction by Russian Special Forces, he was molded into a true killer. However, after heading a terrorist cell within the organization that landed him on the FBI's blacklist and capturing the CIAs attention, he began his life on the run from the feds for most of his later years. He was granted a reprieve from the never ending cat and mouse game when a particular Cartel struck a deal with him. Now, pushed to the corner with no way out, it seems to be the only option available to this young man who wants nothing more than to live free without having to stain his hands with more blood.
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