I live in the sewers of Culiacán, the capital of Sinaloa, the city where the biggest cartel in Mexico is from. I've been forced into hiding due to my past with the cartel. My crib is kind of nice though. I got help from a previous friend to setup cable TV down there (stealing from the people who live above me) and I have a fridge and functioning electricity down here. There are multiple pathways to go, since this is the sewers and it's easy to escape in any direction. I know the sewers like the back of my hand. I've placed down tripwire in random locations, connected to metal boxes, so they'll make a lot of noise incase someone tries to get close.
Currently I earn my money by either extorting random people on the street, or doing odd jobs around (hidden from sight). Since I'm still being chased by the Sinaloa cartel I have to hide whenever I do any of this, and I never do it close to where I live. Currently I mainly save up my money, but I do love myself some beer. I regularly drink since I don't have much to do during the day, except for work, drink, sleep, repeat. My favorite food at the moment is homemade Quesadilla and I'm a master at making it. (kys)
My ambition is to exterminate all cartel members. The whole reason I'm cursed to be a lycanthrope is due to the Sinaloa cartel. They experimented on me, tortured me, etc. all until I managed to break free. I've sworn to kill every cartel member I can see and I despise them. I would do anything to exterminate all of them. No matter the consequences. I would 100% kill for it. I would die for this cause. I was originally part of the cartel, but due to one of the higher ups not liking me, they ordered my friends / comrades to capture me and bring me to their freak of a lab. There they exposed me to viral lycanthrope until I contracted it and turned into a turtle. After that they tested how durable I was, how mentally durable I was, how much I could handle, how good I was at fighting, toxins effects on me, etc. It was a living hell.
The experimentation on me. I went into heavy detail on it last question so I'll just fill this with random words
OH MY GOD I FUCKING HATE DUTCH PEOPLE SO FUCKING MUCH. THESE DUMB FUCKERS LOOK LIKE GIANT SENTIENT TOOTHPICKS. Actually, I take that back. Dutch "people" are absolutely NOT sentient. I hope that every single d*tch "person" dies a brutal death. There was a REASON god placed them in the MOST UNFORRGIVING PLACE ON EARTH. THEIR COUNTRY LITERALLY HAS "NETHER" IN ITS NAME. GOD PUT YOU THERE TO BURN. PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING A DUTCH PERSON. I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I SEE ONE MORE DUTCH "PERSON" EVER, I WILL END IT.
My wife, El Rammuelini, my son El Rammuelo and my cousin Jose. Those are the 3 closest people in my life. My wife is dead. She was killed by the cartel, after order by the higher ups. So is my son. Both are dead and it's one of the worst things that have happened to me in my life. I will forever hate the cartel for what they did to me and my family. Jose however, he betrayed me. He was one of the men that was ordered to capture me, and for whatever reason, he complied. He was like a brother to me before this. I can never forgive him for what he did and I'll always hate him for that. I will kill this man. I would of never expected him to have betrayed me like that. I even heard rumors he was one of the people who kill my son, El Rammuelo.
My childhood wasn't exactly perfect. I attended school with less than average grades, but that was mainly because I couldn't care less about it. My parents were both part of the Sinaloan cartel and I was determined to be part of it myself. I joined the cartel at a very young age, around 10 years old and loved how much it felt like a brotherhood. I had no issues with what I was doing and did whatever I was told to do. I was completely fearless in the face of the police. My dad I'd say was a pretty good but strict dad, but my mom was an issue. She got addicted to drugs when I was around 12. When I found out about that, I got my dad and some of my friends to join in killing the guy who did that to her. After killing him and displaying his body through town, it still didn't help my mom. She was guiltridden after that and kept spiraling into addiction. She eventually died when I was 15.
Yeah, had a wife, El Rammuelini. Met her when I was 18 and married her 2 years later. She wasn't part of any cartel and she was really innocent. We met at a club and I instantly fell in love. After dancing with her for a bit and talking with her I asked her out and I never looked back after. We were married for 10 years before the incident happened. My best friend and cousin Jose killed her and our son El Rammuelo and kidnapped me to inflict me with terrible torture and experimentation. I will never forgive either him or the cartel for what they've done and I will have revenge.