Aurelio Gutierrez - Tio Goldie

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General Information-

Name: Aurelio Gutierrez
Date of Birth: 06-27-1985

Place of Birth: Davis Community Hospital, Davis

Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Hispanic

Status: In a relationship

Face Claim: Juan Pablo Raba

 

*More face pictures in the spoiler*

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

 

 

*The title to each part is a song link. Music is a combination of Baldacci The Beast and Misfit Soto*

 

 

Part I: A Seed Needs The Water, For It Grows Out Of The Ground

 

Aurelio Gutierrez was born on June 27th, 1985, an only child born to Emiliano and Maria Guadalupe Gutierrez. He grew up in poor Rancho, his father a roofer and his mother a stay at home wife. He lived through the heavy gang wars of the early ’90s that plagued the city, saw the riots as a child. During his childhood, the African American gangs were large in number and terrorized the Hispanics. As they started to dwindle in power, and the Hispanics were rising in both number and power, Aurelio took notice, seeing the older kids in the neighborhood getting money. More importantly, they were giving back to the community. They were paying peoples rent, buying their groceries and keeping them loyal to the neighborhood and everyone in it. His parents were extremely religious, attending mass every day. So growing up, Aurelio had a deep knowledge of faith, charity, and devotion. He went to public school, excelling in academics, and soccer. But he always noticed the figures in the barrio.

 

Part II: You Don’t Need An Invitation, You On The Guest List

 

The turning point for him came when he was around 10 years old, a car came through one night spraying houses on his block. A little girl was killed while she slept in her bed, the bullet coming through the window and hitting her. It was Aurelio’s friend and love interest, Veronica. The next day, he showed up on the block with the gangsters, eyes still red with tears from the night before. They welcomed him in with open arms, comforting him and telling him it was gonna be alright. Over the next few years, he became ingrained with the set from his street, Dutch London Trece, taking to heart the words of his OG, Lino. He was tutored on loyalty, respect, and charity, things that rang to him from the church. At 13, he was jumped into the gang, trying to fight off four men in their late teens as they swarmed him. Try as he might, he was easily overtaken by the adults but it didn’t deter him from fighting back, never falling, and constantly swinging through the 13 second beating. He saw his life looking up as he was welcomed into the gang as a member of the family after that. He went under the wing of Lino immediately, riding everywhere with him, and learning how to rep South Side. Lino took a special interest in Aurelio, mainly because that Aurelio mourned was Lino’s little sister. He took him everywhere, teaching him the politics of the gangs in the city. Aurelio picked it up quickly and got a reputation as excelling at being a South Sider, earning the nickname “Goldie”, since what he touched seemed to turn to gold. By the time he was 16, he was selling drugs, a fixture in the barrio. People knew they could come to him if they needed anything. But he wasn’t greedy with his money. Following the teachings of his mentor Lino, he was giving away as much money as he was making, taking enough to be able to get by. New clothes for the kids who didn’t have any, putting food on the table for people who were without, it was a daily thing for him, and he garnered respect from the Dutch London Trece set. In the midst of all this, he found another love. Her name was Ingrid Escamilla. He met her at a party and was instantly enamored with everything about her. He showered her in gifts and attention whenever he could, and soon they were together, young and in love. On her 19th birthday, he presented her with a ring, wanting to be with her forever, he asked for her to marry him. She said yes, but all of that was about to come to a screeching halt.

 

Part III: I Chose The Concrete Jungle Where The Drama Don’t Stop

 

Always one to be on the lookout for deals that were too good to be true, he was blinded by the fact that everything was going so well for him. He missed the signs and fell into a trap. Some guys from Hills were selling some much needed cocaine. Feeling invincible and untouchable, he came up with a plan to rob the kids. He showed up to the deal with no money, but an empty bag full of phone books. When they presented the drugs, his crew pulled their guns and commenced with the robbery. What was unbeknownst to them was, the guys from the Hills were undercover cops. A SWAT team descended on them, taking them into custody. The judge threw the book at him. Slapped Goldie with armed robbery, and possession with intent to distribute. Two days after his twentieth birthday, a cold cell in Bolingbroke closed behind him as he started a 12 year sentence. Inside, he saw a lot of his friends from the streets. They quickly scooped him up and gave him the rundown on the lay of the land inside. He learned about how beef on the Southside between the Mexican sets were squashed when they came in because there were new enemies and new people in charge. He quickly cliqued up with the Southern Mexicans on the main line, riding with the car, falling in line with them. During one conflict with the Northerners, he got noticed for his actions, fending off a pair of Northern Mexicans on the yard as they tried to attack him. He got his revenge on the two, quickly finding them in the following weeks and dispensing his own brand of prison justice. The reports from the prison indicate that Romero Dominguez was stabbed 42 times in his cell and Salvador Lima was stabbed 38 times. While he was suspected of the stabbings, no conclusive evidence was ever gathered against him. However due to his uncooperative nature, and given he was a suspect in the two slayings he was moved off the main line and into the Secure Housing Unit. He was cut off from the rest of his race, living alone in a cell 23 hours a day. The warden of Bolingbroke put forth an initiative after pressure from the state and allowed convicts inside the SHU to continue their education and be entitled to reading literature from the prison library. It was there that Goldie found his insatiable appetite for reading and knowledge. He finished his GED and began taking college correspondence courses sponsored by the prison. It was also there amongst the books and the knowledge that he received the word. La eMe took notice and was watching. It was also during this time that the letters from Ingrid stopped writing him. He never expected her to wait for him, but he always had hoped, and the realization of all this nearly drove him crazy. He spent 5 years of his sentence in the SHU, being released back on to the main line after for what the staff considered exemplary behavior by an inmate. He never caused trouble for them, was never loud and generally did what he was told. Back on the yard, now 8 years into his sentence he was approached and tutored by Marcos Silva, a member of The Mexican Mafia. He learned the tricks of being a member and was soon inducted into the ranks, given the keys to Yard B. His job was to keep the Southern Mexicans in that yard in line and to pass orders from the Generals to capable people to carry them out, and he did so with a surgeon’s precision.

 

Part IV:  Guess I’m Waitin’ For You Now To Come And Save My Soul

 

Knowing his time for release was coming, he got told he’d still be expected to put in work on the outside. And his job was going to be collecting taxes on drug sales. January 15th, the doors to Bolingbroke opened and Goldie stepped out through the gate of the prison with a hundred dollars and bus ticket back to the city. He found himself back in his old stomping grounds in the barrio of Jamestown, his old set long gone. The lookouts quickly descended on him, wanting to know who he was, and he ran the paces, his name quickly spread. He took up residence on Jamestown Street in his old neighborhood.

 

Part V: Mexicano By Nature, I’m Livin’ Outta Zone

 

Well intertwined with the local set on Jamestown Street, he started taking a vested interest in the people who live there. He started looking after them, buying them all dinner every night and treating them like family, as they’d done to him. He’s even found a love interest in his old neighborhood, a woman who understands him.

Part VI: Not A Day Goes By That I Ain't Askin Why

Goldie, in an effort to make some money to open a business to help bring some happiness to his neighborhood, started working out of town. He'd generally be gone for three to five days at a time doing his work. On his return one March evening he was shocked to find that while he was away, that the love of his life Valentina had taken her own life. The news broke him. The demons of his own doubt he'd been keeping at bay slowly took hold of him. For months, he drank himself to sleep every night. He found himself calling out for Valentina in the night, having nightmares about her blaming him for letting this happen to her. The shame of not being able to save her haunts him even to this day. He was a mess, becoming a shell of his former self on the inside, but trying to maintain his stoic, fatherly demeanor on the outside. He started using cocaine to bring himself up from his depression, and bring himself back down with the alcohol when he felt like he was too high. It ravaged his mind. He saw shadows of Valentina everywhere he went, heard her voice on the wind. It nearly drove him insane. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding this fact until he was on a bender one night around a year and a half later. He didn't hear the door open, as Avila crept into his house. She listened to him ramble on in the darkness about how he'd wished it was him that went. As he was passing out, he felt a wash of ice water hit him, bringing him back to life, followed by a flurry of slaps from her. Thinking at first it was Valentina he panicked, begged her to stop, and kept apologizing for failing her. That whole night Avila sat with him while he was in the bathtub. She kept him alive, telling him "Please do not do this to yourself, or me. The familia needs you.". She dumped out all of his cocaine, raiding through his house and finding his stash spots. She poured all of his liquor down the drain, and for a while, she took care of him, repeating the words he gave her when Jumper was away in prison, "No Bad Days.". She nursed him back to health. His embarrassment of losing Valentina was eclipsed by the notion that the woman he treated like his daughter saw him in the hole he was in. Over time he learned it was okay to be sad. He feared moving on without her like she would think less of him for it. Over time he learned he could function without her. With the help of everyone in Jamestown, he rose back to his own former self, a mark of personal glory. Now, years later he finds himself sober and clean once again.

 

 

To Be Continued

Edited March 8, 2019 by SaintBatemanofWallStreet

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Update: Added Part VI
OOC Note: After the events of Val's death, I aged him up several years.