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Name: Devante Garcia
Age: 19
Height: 6'2"
Appearance: Dark tanned skin, dark brown eyes, long (just past his ears) unkempt brown hair, scarred skin.
Dev’s biography: Devante Garcia’s family consisted of himself, his mother, father, and little brother. He grew up in Mexico, in the lower middle class. Both his parents worked, so he spent more time outside of his home than in. He wasn’t close to either parents. No act was right or wrong according to his standards so long as it benefitted his own well being. It wasn’t selfishness, just survival techniques.
For a while he was friends with both sides of the law, but at age seven he became a victim of police brutality, tortured for information. It did many things: bred a distrust towards authority, pushed him into a life of crime, terrified him into hiding his weaknesses made him submissive to superiors, and gave him a rabid ambition to rise above said superiors.
After that incident his family set their eyes on America, and five years later they successfully moved out of their home country. He joined MS-13 that same year at age 12. At 13 his mother was killed by a ricochet in a drive by shooting; it didn’t effect him as much as it did his father, who slipped into alcoholism and took out his misery on Devante via physical abuse. A year later he began to live on the streets with his little brother to escape the pain of the household, doing the gang’s dirty work for survival money. By age 15 he could have killed for money. Literally. One day a year later a man even provided Devante with a revolver and hastily gave him a name–go figure, it was his own father the client wanted dead. At first Dev didn’t want to.
There were times where they had to go back home. When his drunk father almost killed his little brother, Devante murdered his first person and became an orphan in the same night. He collected the money for the hit and started his profitable career as an unprofessional contract killer. He made no discriminations with his targets, hardening his heart for the sake of money. No crime became ‘too much’ for him so long as he got his money. This lasted until he was 18. Three years of ambition had made him too powerful in the gang, and someone wanted him dead.
Character weaknesses: His guilt for killing all those people, over protection of others (specifically his brother), cowardice, uncontrolled ambition, stubbornness, lack of cooperation with equals and lessers, alcoholism, immaturity, intolerance to pain.
Random: Can’t read well in any language. Has a strange hybrid accent of Spanish language and delinquent English street talk. Also has a tattoo on his back (two revolvers with chains wrapped around them, the ends of the chains ‘embedded’ into his shoulder blades). Will not use a pistol.
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twewy oc..?
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Don't act dumb with me.
Ya mentioned somethin' about "lying on a"...?
Not sure about the rest.
Probably some idiotic rambling or yours anyway.
You're lyin' on a what?
M-maybe i-it is the water.... >.<