Name: Carlos Sanchez (“La Bestia”)
Gender: Male
Race: Mexican
Age: 32
Hometown: Ciudad Juárez
Religion: Catholic
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Powers: Omnilingual - Precognition
Illnesses: N/A
Dialogue colour: Yellow
Appearance: Well-dressed, attractive and standing at an impressive 6’2” with a lean, muscular build, he has an appearance and natural aura that tends to make people well-inclined towards him. He traps them with his suave suits and winning smile, playful green eyes and strong posture but underneath the glamour there is a greedy, self-serving beast that is dying to paint the concrete with the inside of your head.
His appearance is undoubtedly Latino; dark tan skin and thick dark hair that is often well styled. Designer stubble, which he sometimes allows to grow thicker, lines his jaw and surrounds his mouth, a mouth which is usually curved in a bemused smirk, often showing white teeth. His cheekbones are high and well-structured, his nose has been evidently reset after a breakage of two and a little scar from the initial injury crosses the bridge in a little pink line. Green eyes are active and playful, distracting the observer from dark circles and a crow’s feet, and they are framed by long, dark lashes. Carlos takes great pride in his appearance and it shows, with the result being an undoubtedly attractive man.
Clothes: Either a well-tailored suit of dark silks and satins, or a more casual affair of jeans, t-shirt and plaid black and red over shirt rolled at the elbows.
Personality: Akin to a snake, he is all charm and good humor until you outlive your usefulness or just find yourself on the opposing side of the playing field. Then, you see fire and violence and brutality – a crime lord that is not afraid to get his callous hands dirty in getting rid of you. But generally you don’t see this side until it is too late for you to do anything about it. To survive as long as he has in his world, you adapt or you die – making his motives and methods malleable and unpredictable.
Powers: Omnilingual – speaks for itself. A few words of a foreign language and his brain picks up the rest – piecing it together so that he can understand and speak it for himself as if it were his mother tongue. It has indeed proved itself a valuable tool in his ‘line of work’ and it is something he believes greatly undervalued. In the hands of a good auditor like himself he could cause revolts and revolutions as when you speak in a man’s mother tongue, you speak to his heart…
Precognition – Carlos cannot truly predict the future but precognitions move to him through vague, uncertain dreams – dreams that he has the balls to act on with some occasions which have caused either great success or devastation for him and his clients. Luckily for him it is usually the former as he has a knack for knowing a good deal.
Biography: Raised in a colonia of Ciudad Juarez with only his mother and older sister. Carlos knew nothing but poverty, violence and grief in his childhood and youth. His mother and his sister worked in one of the maquiladoras, a big exploitative industry that grew upon the impoverished city like a tumor – swallowing young women to make cheap products for markets over the border and overseas. His life was unremarkable in the grand scheme of things, and as soon as he got the sense that he was the man of the house (which was little more than a shack with bits of car and cloth), he wanted to make money and support his family. He used to spend money he scrounged on getting the bus to the main city and would scout for opportunity to present itself, which often took the form of getting involved in the unsavory, mainly peddling motivosa (‘marijuana’) to the ‘turistas’. Eventually, he was snagged by a promoter, who was looking for ‘fresh meat’ for his boxing rings. Carlos knew their type, eager to grab the ones from the ‘colonias’ because they were as lean and hard as rabid dogs that had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Carlos proved a good bet; hard, fast and deadly if you took off the gloves, with good advice he became a force to be reckoned with and a sure bet in the rings; he didn’t need to rely on rigging a match to win.
It was through this that he discovered his powers. The night before, when he returned to his squalid shack in the sprawling waste that was the colonia, he had a ‘vision’ of pale businessmen talking with his ‘manager’, and then Carlos in the ring under the bright lights facing off against one of these foreigners, pale skin pulled taut of a mountain of muscle.
The next day, the Russians came to talk and he was pitted against one of their fighters for entertainment while the negotiations were settled. What surprised Carlos, was that when the European fighter returned to his corner when the rounds were over…he understood them. He had never been exposed to the harsh Slavic language until now…but he understood them.
Carlos made a mockery of the bigger Russian fighter with the cruel-body and the foreigner bosses, despite their loss, were impressed, even more so when Carlos called them out, in the own tongue, after they made insults amongst themselves about the men, Carlos’ superiors, whom they had yet to come to cordial agreements with.
From that day on, the young adult who was regarded as little more than a piece of high-quality meat was seen as something much more valuable; dangerous and valuable…
How humble roots sprout mighty trees – now, at 32, Carlos is heading his own cartel and has dominated the drug market in six countries…now how about that. He never partakes himself, and with a slick tongue, sharp wit, and set of ‘unique’ abilities that he often keeps secretive and under-wraps; he auctions off to the highest bidder who at the moment wants to utilize his destructive capabilities against the rest of humanity.