MoCityDon Posted July 19, 2019 Share Posted July 19, 2019 (edited) Info Name: Rodrigo “RJ” Juarez Date of Birth: June 15th, 1999, Age 20 Birthplace: Reynosa, Mexico Appearence Height: 5’8ft/172.72cm Weight: 154 lbs Build: Athletic Eye color: Brown Born in the impoverished, crime ridden city of Reynosa, Mexico, Rodrigo crossed the border into Texas with his mother and fatherwhen he was just three years old. His native language is Spanish, not learning how to speak English, or even get enrolled into the public schooling system until he was eight years old. His family moved around, going from city to city in Texas, living in small towns such as Kingsland, Fort Stockton, and Odessa until finally settling down in Houston when he was eleven years old. His father Luis worked in construction and often struggled to find work since he didn’t have citizenship in America, and would have to find back-door routes that would take the risk of hiring him, just to pay him low wages for back breaking manual labor. His mother, Mariana was quicker to adapt to America than her husband and took up decent English within a year of crossing the border. She was a school teacher in Reynosa, and always thought education should come first with her only child. Growing up extremely poor, Rodrigo was practically raised eating red beans and rice for dinner every night. In Houston, they lived in a very large Spanish speaking community, mixed with African-Americans, so RJ got to be acquainted living with other races. School was never for him, as he was always too focused on being the class clown, and ended up dropping out of high school in his freshman year, when he was fifteen years old to his mother’s dismay. By this time, he was getting involved with the wrong group of friends, and started to experiment with drugs for the first time, and it was at this age he professed his love for marijuana. He loved the feeling of being high so much, that he started flipping quarter ounces with the money he’d earn from working in construction with his father. He was raised to have respect, and he was never caught with his parents as he didn’t smoke or sell weed at his house. He loved Houston culture, the slab candy-coated Cadillacs with the swanger rims that the hustlers would drive around, the slowed down, chopped and screwed music, and quickly took pride in living in the South. By the time he was eighteen, he had his first run in with the law after he had been over at a neighbor’s basement, where pitbull dog-fighting was held. He had lost his cherished pitbull that same night, from casualties in the stomping ground also losing a $100 bet, on top of that he had been arrested when the Police raided the event, held on a six month animal abuse charge, spending half a year in Harris County Jail. When he got out, low on money and broke, he realized that a lot of his so called friends hadn’t written him any letters, visited him when he was doing time, so he cut all of his homies off. Not knowing what else to do, he left Texas and moved to South Los Santos, where his uncle lives. His uncle made promises of earning high wages working in roofing manual labor with him, but when he showed up he was disappointed with the job, and quickly took to his old ways, making money standing on a corner seven days a week. Edited July 19, 2019 by MoCityDon 2 Link to comment
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