Blood and Bourbon
Diego Carlos Rivera
Import killer & legacy thug
Imposing, intimidating, and physically impressive, Diego looks the part of the tough that he is, complete with scars across his body, full-sleeve tattoos, and a shaved head. Diego thrives on that physicality, makes his living off of it, and thoroughly enjoys it. His bulging biceps and ripped chest are no accident. He genuinely enjoys the fact that his appearance causes mothers to hold their children more tightly and husbands their wives. He works quite actively to maintain his physique, especially in his upper body. Typically dressing in tight tank tops or t-shirts and jeans, Diego is rarely seen without at least a knife on his belt, and more frequently has an illegal firearm tucked in his belt. Both his shirts and jeans are often stained with grease, oil, blood, or some combination of the three, and his knuckles are battered and bruised from street brawls. The gold cross around his neck is more than a little ironic, but his faith is genuine if perverse. That same charisma that makes him a successful violent criminal also makes him intensely attractive—there is a bearing and strength that puts him a cut above most.
Name: Diego Carlos Rivera
Race: Latino (Mexican)
Date of Birth:
Date of Ghouling:
Apparent Age: 25
Real Age: 27
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black (Shaved)
Born the son of a cartel enforcer and his peasant wife, Diego was set upon a dark path early in his childhood, brought along by his father during several of his violent jobs and forced to partake of them in an effort to toughen him up. He was six when his father demanded he execute a pleading man on his knees with a revolver, and some of his earliest memories are of his father hacking apart corpses with machetes and chainsaws. His mother was a flexible enough Catholic to accept her husband’s occupation if it meant escaping her previous life, but found she could not bear to see her son immersed in that same lifestyle. She resolved to do something about it.
Diego was eight years old when his mother arranged him to travel to the United States with a coyote, an illegal immigrant from Mexico with his five-year-old sister (Carla Rivera) and herself (Karla Rivera). His mother hoped to find a better life for herself and her children across the border. Instead she the United States a harsh and unfriendly place, one in which she was forced into menial jobs, was regularly raped by her coyote under threat of disclosing her location to her husband, and lived in constant fear. Diego still remembers her mother’s frantic whispers in the night when the weathered and wiry man showed up on their doorstep, remembers getting woken up and hustled out of the bed the three shared, remembers the grunts and labored breathing behind their cramped apartment’s only door, and the fresh stains on the mattress the next morning: blood and other less recognizable fluids. He was old enough to know what was going on, though his sister was not.
The experience and knowledge deeply embittered the already mentally scared young man, and before long he was following in the footsteps of his violent father, a longtime cartel enforcer renowned for his brutality and cunning. Turning first to violence at school—which in turn only created more pain and trouble for his mother—it was not long before Diego began to immerse himself in the gang culture of Houston, slinging drugs on the street and breaking into cars and lockers at school. Having already seen, and even participated in, brutality the likes of which most American teenagers could not conceive, it was all-too easy for Diego to earn the respect and fear of his criminal peers. His mother lived in as much terror that the boy would get picked up by the police and deported as she did that her husband would show up at her home to kill her for ‘stealing’ their children. Ultimately her fear of both—and her constant abuse by the coyote that smuggled her across the border—led her to take advantage of the chaos surrounding Hurricane Katrina, the arrival of the refugees from New Orleans, and the subsequent return to the city by most to cover her own flight to the Big Easy with her children, dragging Diego kicking and screaming along the way.
In New Orleans the family discovered new troubles, but as a whole found their quality of life substantially increased. Distanced from the Mexican gang culture of Texas they were more sheltered from Diego’s father and Diego’s own illegal activities, though the boy continued to act out even as he grew into a man. Diego only barely graduated from high school—then only for his younger sister—and immediately fell in with the criminal underworld. He worked as an enforcer, a carjacker, a strong-arm-robber, and a cleaner, quickly developing relationships across the criminal spectrum.
At the same time, Diego is more than the sum of his (mostly) violent work. Despite his occupational violence he can be a disarmingly gentle man with his sister and her children—whom he quietly supports as they need and is terrifyingly protective of.