ORTEGA, Diego, wip
Diego Ortega
Posted: Nov 19 2011, 11:43 PM


going straight, walking narrow
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DIEGO ORTEGA

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i'm the owner, i go by JEM.
you know you love me, don't deny it.
my hook-up's at MSN and PMs, so stay in touch
my little family consists of N/A
i came across this dandy little place at the RPG Directory
am i under fourteen? NO sir!




I M A G I N E D . I D E N T I T Y



...EVERY STORY HAS A START...


FULL NAME: Diego Quinto Ortega
NICKNAMES: D, Ortega
AGE: 29
DATE OF BIRTH: 4th April
OCCUPATION: Bartender (Juvente Club)
LOCATION: East



...JUST A MAP OF THE WORLD...


EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black, Shoulder-length, Curly (Maintained in Cornrows)
HEIGHT: 6ft.
BUILD: Average, Some Definition, Toned
ANYTHING ELSE: Various tattoos on both arms incl. his daughter’s name, Bullet wound scar on the back of his left shoulder.
PB: Don Omar


...WITH THE POWER TO BE...



GENERAL PERSONALITY:

After his experiences, Diego understands that keeping his head down and getting on with his life is possibly the most intelligent thing he could do right now. Nevertheless, he’s also, a rather prideful character. He finds it difficult to back down whether it be a competition or a fight; he doesn’t like being thought of as a coward and dislikes being humiliated – especially in front of a large audience. He has been known to lose his temper in certain situations and if the situation calls for it, start a fight. He is aware of this little problem, however, and is trying to control it; one way in which he does this is to switch to Spanish when he’s particularly angry.

Diego is also, a straight talker and will often tell it like it is, even if people don’t want to hear it. And when comfortable (or intoxicated), he had as rather crude of speaking – often adding in swears; he does try to separate this from his ‘professional’ life, nevertheless, but it doesn’t always happen; his vocabulary could use some expansion. In addition, he’s a comfortable flirt, feeling at ease enough to vocally appreciate a woman’s beauty. He doesn’t make a habit of it, but even if he doesn’t go home with her at the end of the night, rejection equates to acknowledgement at least.

Contrary to all of this, however, Diego does have a softer side. When he was allowed to see his daughter, he was very attentive to her. He simply adores her even if he realised a little too late just how important she really is. He is also, a rather determined character. He’s always wanted a better life for himself (properly this time), even if he hasn’t always made the right choices. He has many regrets in life, but doesn’t talk about himself much. During his gang years, he learnt to be weary of who he trusted and has carried this forward with him. He’ll only disclose surface information when he’s talking with people. He’s also, still concerned that his New York ‘ties’ will catch up with him, but he tries to look up and forward knowing that dwelling on his past will drag him back down again.


LIKES:

    Hip Hop
    Reggaeton
    Basketball
    Watching sport
    Home-cooking
    Gold chains
    Expensive clothes
    White Trainers
    Flashy/Fast Cars
    The colour “black”
    Having money
    His daughter
    Working out
    ‘Attractive’ women
DISLIKES:

    His ex
    Fakes
    People who make assumptions about him
    Being backed into a corner
    Being patronised
    Not being able to see his daughter
    People who mess with his family/friends
    Cops
    Timewasters
    His home
    Cigarettes
    The fuckers that killed his brother
    Gay men - the effeminate ones in particular; they make him uncomfortable
    Being at home – he gets bored easily
STRENGTHS/TALENTS:

    Good level of physical fitness
    Talented basketball player
    Devoted to his daughter
    Good cook
    Speaks fluent Spanish and English
WEAKNESSES/BAD-ATS:

    Relaxing – there’s always something on his mind
    Inability to turn away from a fight
    Inability to trust people
    His daughter
    Being civil to his ex
    Lack of patience
    Pride
...BORN IN BLACK AND WHITE...


PARENTS: Maria Ortega (mother), Father unknown
SIBLINGS: Jose Ortega (brother: deceased)
OTHER SIGNIFICANT FAMILY: Juanita Sanchez (daughter)
PLACE OF BIRTH: The Bronx, New York

HISTORY:

Diego was born the second son of one Maria Ortega, who moved from Puerto Rico to New York in the 1980s; his older brother, Jose, was born a year earlier. Unfortunately, for both boys, their father disappeared a year later – moving onto his next ‘conquest’ – leaving poor Maria to raise her two boys alone. Maria worked two jobs to keep a roof over their heads and in the meantime, the boys grew up in and became accustomed to their inner city upbringing.
As a child, Diego had potential. He was no academic - Jose had always been the one who’s had a knack for maths - but both boys enjoyed basketball and despite being a year younger, Diego was generally the better player. A mild rivalry emerged between the two and often, they would generally play with the other neighbourhood kids after school or during the holidays. In school, however, Diego found it difficult. He lacked focus and found school boring, but his mother was determined to see him pass and thus enrolled him on a tutoring program. Diego hated it, but managed to pass with average grades.

High school was when things began to spiral out of control. They were introduced to a world of reputation and survival and things proceeded to become dyer at home when their mother lost one of her jobs. Always awed by the idea of living large and having riches, Jose’s interests began to deter away from academics. He rather enjoyed the prospect of having money and often boasted about ways and means of how he would achieve it. Most of their friends were disbelieving at first – Jose was generally known as a ‘big mouth’ – someone who knew how to ‘talk’ big but not much else. One day, he made two-hundred pound in a night and people’s opinions of him began to change.

Diego became awed by his brother, but Jose was often secretive at first – never telling him or their mother where he would disappear off to at all hours. On one occasion, Diego actually followed him, but got himself caught in the process. When Jose vouched for him, all was unveiled. Jose had been handling drugs, acting as a go between for the supplier to the client. He would make between 2 and 6 drops a night and the supplier would pay him handsomely for it. Initially Diego had been a bit sceptical of the whole operation. He lied to their mother, implying that he had himself a part time job, but continued to dabble in the trade. Diego steadily began to see how it was benefiting them and at sixteen, decided her wanted in also.

Acting as liaison opened doors for both brothers and both Diego’s basketball career and Jose’s academic performance took a backseat. They got themselves involved with the local crime syndicate. No longer errand boys, they became members dabbling in drugs, prostitutes and territory. Neither of the boys graduated, but neither particularly cared. Jose’s grade point average was pathetic and Diego got himself expelled. Pride, loyalty and money became the most important thing to both boys and when they became men, their mother could barely recognise them.

Both spent several years in the industry – making deals, getting women, making money and protecting their assets. His eventually entered into a relationship with one Eva Sanchez; it was a rather turbulent one but when their daughter, Juanita, was born, Eva became determined to move away from the hood and make a better life for her. She had wanted Diego to come with her and leave his hard and fast life behind, but he was still so wrapped up in the industry that he began to lie to her about his whereabouts. One evening, the Ortega brothers and a group of other gang members attended an exchange at the docks. The level of distrust culminated in a shoot out. Diego was shot in the shoulder, but Jose was hit several times and died immediately. It was only then that Diego began to re-evaluate his life.

By then, Eva was having none of it. After so many promises and so many lies, she moved in with her parents and currently refuses to let Diego see his daughter. His mother, despite still having a son, possesses a rather strained relationship with Diego, often unable to look at her son without seeing disappointment. Diego only now realises how much he actually loves his daughter and is determined to start building some bridges. He moved to Bishop City to start afresh, but he’s afraid of being dragged back into that world once again.

...I COULD BE A TOWER...


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His hands motioned skilfully across the grand piano, each fingers moving along the keys gracefully and yet prominently in order to bring the entire melody. Each note pressed to precision whether to compliment each crescendo or diminuendo as his feet steadily prodded the pedal responsible for extending the call of the notes where need be. And though the notes were situated in front of him, expertly crafted into the pages of the book, his eyes barely glanced the series of quavers and crochets, the pianist seemingly playing the piece from memory. Often, his eyes would close as if he too were enjoying the piece, a sincere smirk tinting the corners of his lips as the music filled his ears and echoed about the vast ambience. A cool afternoon breeze breached through the large double-glazed windows, the silk white curtains having been drawn earlier on in the morning. In turn, a strong gallant light shone into the room and garnished the piano with a magnificent glow, making the pianist appear even more majestic, the sunlight peeling across the polished marble flooring and revealing just how lavish the room actually was. There were not many apparatus inside the room in question, a few choice pieces of art had been hung along the walls displaying some famous and other not-so-famous, but beautiful works. A rather lavish chandelier hung from the ceiling, diamond-encrusted ornaments glimmering accordingly. A plant had been fashioned in the far corner next to a fireplace, coated with an oak mantelpiece that had gone unused for some time. But all those things seemed to pale in comparison to the music that filtered throughout the room, the two individuals entranced and subdued.

Mikhail Kuznetsova was regarded as an emblem of his family’s fortune. As their first son and only child – he believed himself very fortunate not to have siblings – he was the apple of their eye and their most prized possession. The Kuznetsova were an extremely wealthy family having relations to a prestigious Russian Lord in generations past. Therefore, over the decades they had utilised that wealth to take hold of what was now considered a multi-million euro corporation with his father – Boris Kuznetsova – as the head. While he realised that he would evidently be expected to take over from his father in the future, Mikhail was adamant that until that day – or lest he find something else of interest – he would exploit the luxuries that he had been brought up in until the day he would find himself married to his work. The concept of overseeing the corporation however, did not really appeal to him as of yet, although he had ambitions to be prosperous. As for what, he hadn’t that outlined as of yet for he was a boy of many talents. Though he had always been a slim child, somewhat graceful and effeminate looking, Mikhail had adopted a like for various sports, his favourites being swimming and tennis. Additionally, much to his mother’s joy, he had also, developed an interest in music and had been taught to play the piano from a very young age. As of current, he had not long breached the age of eighteen and his final school year was gradually drawing to a close.

Both his parents had been born in Russia, but had crossed over onto Italian soil via mutual disposition – his father for his business and his mother for a change of scenery. No sooner had they arrived, Mikhail had been born and as he had aged, he had been schooled in not only Italian, but Russian and English as well. He had been home-schooled up until the age of eleven, where he had finally entered into private school and the development of his persona had began. Several years later, he was due to graduate and very much looking forward to the prestigious events associated with it. The most important ordeal however, was the Scholaris Tribunal; an end of year production where students, whether they be graduating or otherwise would come together to put on a impressive performance. He had performed last year, but this year, it was ever so significant as his teacher had told him that a famous talent scout would be coming down to view him personally. The performance would count on whether he got a scholarship or not. Therefore, he had chosen to display his musical talent. He had already submitted his application; academically, he was outstanding, but as with most universities, they required someone well rounded and so in addition to playing the piano, he had assumed the aid of Caterina De Luca, who would be accompanying him on vocals.

Caterina was Mikhail’s current girlfriend. They had been dating now for eight months, something of an accomplishment for the girl as her boyfriend was incidentally popular with the opposite sex. She was soft looking with splendid green eyes and a mane of long chestnut hues, but though she seemed easy on the eyes, the young Caterina was something of a fiery character, constantly on her boyfriend’s arm like a wanton jewel. It did not seem to bother Mikhail however. His self-absorbed nature permitted him to bypass her overly dependent demeanour. In actual fact, she seemed oblivious to her own behaviour, to the way she felt exceedingly uncomfortable when he was around other women, whether they were in or clearly out of his league. This was why she always made the effort around him, keen to see him into university as well and grasp favour with his parents – both seemed to adore her already. For to her, Mikhail was a perfect catch and she would become his fiancé…eventually.

She leaned on the piano top, clasping her hands together and sashayed her head side to side like a child as the song progressed. She had fashioned her hair in curls for the afternoon, having arrived an hour ago; a comfortable smile adorned her face. No sooner had the melody drawn to a close, the last few notes softening with the push of the second pedal, the female broke into a mild applause, her green eyes glimmering excitedly. "Beautiful, as always," She complimented as the male opened his eyes and lifted his grey hues towards her. "Play me another?" She queried.

Mikhail exhaled and shook his head, that smirk still plastered on his face. "You're too easily amused," He spoke, seemingly displeased with his performance. "You believe everything I do is superb."

"Well, that's because there's nothing to criticise," She sashayed around the piano front and set herself up on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, playfully. "You're perfect".

That was one thing he had noticed about her ever since he had granted her the pleasure of accompanying him to the ball several months prior; she rarely ever criticised him, regardless of how much he critiqued her. He supposed it was smart of her really. (An intelligent girl was attractive, but the moment she decided to exercise that intellect against him was the moment, he became disinterested in her). Before they had become an item, their conversations had been sparked with playful banter; it had been what had attracted him to her in the first place. And coupled with her beauty and her social standing, he had deemed her worthwhile. Though, she was still a gem to him however - she had not lost of gained any weight, she still maintained her outstanding vocals, she did not aggravate him – there was just something about her that was, dare he say it, missing.

"So when are we getting started on that sonata of yours?" She pressed. "We had better start soon; the performance is only eight weeks away."


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Diego Ortega
Posted: Nov 21 2011, 12:24 AM


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Mikael Fierro
Posted: Nov 21 2011, 08:18 PM


Ignorance is bliss
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