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 rendón, casimiro manuel, manolo - book of life; diego luna; boon
casimiro manuel rendón
 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 01:39 AM
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casimiro manuel rendón

manolo from the book of life

age:

34

pronouns:

he/his/him

sexuality:

heterosexual

face claim:

diego luna

occupation:

sdpd detective

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casimiro manuel rendón
tw: violence, suggested rape, death.

you don't remember too much of your childhood as it was ripped out from beneath you at thirteen. born the oldest and only boy, your role was establish well before each of your sisters were born. you were their protector, the calm, cheerful big brother that had given plenty of piggy-backs through the yard. your life was relatively kind to you for thirteen years. you played soccer out in the dusty streets with the other children in your neighborhood while your sisters stayed at home with your mother.

you father wasn't a bad man, but you knew he was involved with some bad shit. you had also learned never to ask questions when he was around because your persistence often got you into trouble. however, for a family of six living in mexico city, it was hard not to see how well off you were. where most people struggled to put food on the table, your family never once had that problem. in the long run it was that persistent trait of yours that got you to where you were after that day — one of the many you will never forget.

the sunset's red hues stained the walls after the gunshots echoed through your home. you father had been called a traitor as an assault rifle's barrel burns a mark onto your mother's caramel colored forehead. two of your sisters already lay motionless on the floor — dresses torn up past their hips. little maria was nowhere to be seen. you know there is nothing you can do.

your mother yells to you as she meets your panicked eyes, "correr mi chico!". you listen, but not before the other men see you bolt from the house. you find your littlest sister sobbing underneath your father's lincoln continental. pulling her out from the car, she climbs onto your back and you run as far as your legs can take you — a pack of drug crazed wolves trailing not far behind.

but they never find you.

thirteen, homeless, frightened and hungry you travel out of mexico city in search for safety. there was no way you could go back. not when you had nothing left, but the little girl on your back. how could you survive on your own, let alone take care of a four year old? you had nowhere to go and seeking refuge with extended family would only result in their deaths too (if they weren't already dead). so you move forward and try your best to push the horrifying visions to the back of your mind. you had to, for maria. everything you would do now was for her.

the nights were long and filled with the cries of your little sister who longed for her mother's warm arms. you'd sing her to sleep every night to comfort her and drown out the nightmares she wakes to. eventually, you run into various families who talk about america. your cracked lips and empty bellies welcome the water and food they offer you — and soon you would follow them to a safe border crossing zone.

during the night you climb the border fence, fellow travelers helping your sister up over too. then like cucarachas, everyone scatters at the sound of a group of officers bellowing through a mic, "STOP!" luckily you both manage to escape and hide in time. you wait out behind some shrubbery, quiet as ever until they take their leave - rocking your little sister in your arms.

you have made it onto american soil at age thirteen.

america is a new experience for you and california is everything and more. it's beautiful and as you make your way further up the state, you find out how hard it is to earn a living with a language barrier. that, and the fact that you were only thirteen. you find a perfectly good guitar in a dumpster one day and strum on the strings as if you already know how to play it. in between a dish washing job, you play your guitar on the streets of san diego for a few extra bucks. you and your sister live out of various homeless shelters until you are able to earn enough money for a room. it took years of saving up and hiding behind the backs of older hispanics so that the authorities wouldn't throw you both back over the border.

you persevere with a good conscious; your sister's safety another reminder to keep moving forward. after years of pulling your weight, you decide at eighteen to apply for citizenship. without much knowledge other than the schooling you had in mexico, you try your very best to pass the test. you managed to teach yourself some english, helping your sister as well. broken english was better than none at all and it helped that half the population of california was already spanish speaking. you learn from your employers and peers; listening to them talk and utilizing books that you could get your hands on.

obtaining your united states citizenship at age twenty is the proudest moment (at this point) in your life. it is something that took years to achieve and you cannot help but be overwhelmed with the feeling to help others do the same; to help those like you escape the clutches of evil or relentless hopelessness. america really was the land of the free; el sueño dorado.

your citizenship bumps your ego and you want to do much more with your life. school seems like the best opportunity for you and so you apply at a community college in the area. at age twenty three, you become the first person in your family to graduate from school; let alone some type of college. from there you continue your schooling in criminal law at a university in southern california.

during university, various firms and agencies showed up in your classes to offer up information on careers. it was never hard for you to choose a career path. it had been set in stone the moment you learned that there were "good people that took out the bad people." your sister had never approved of it and prayed that you'd take a job in music. you fought many times over it, but maria still was the one who pinned the badge onto your uniform after you graduated from a grueling 18 week academy.

you still enjoy the comfort your guitar gives you. especially, after a long day working for the san diego police department. you have no idea where you inherited your musical gift from, but it is pretty uplifting in a world filled with crime and uncertainties. maybe one day you will find out, but for now it feels really good being just some hero out on the streets.

manolo sanchez - the book of life
occupation: sdpd detective (dreaming of music)
pronouns: he/him/his
birthday: november 1, 1983
age: 34
face claim: diego luna
membergroup: animus
5 positive traits: ambitious, courageous, passionate, creative, confident.
5 negative traits: protective, stubborn, impulsive, revengeful, daydreamer.
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 Posted: Nov 14 2017, 11:24 PM
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combat the wombat

raichu from team instinct

age:

21

pronouns:

a cutie

sexuality:

straight af

face claim:

<3

occupation:

being sleepy

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