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Full Circle, the story of Marcello Ortiz


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Name: Marcello Ortiz
Affiliations: CVTF

Nicknames: Professor, Tank.

 

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Marcello is a young man, easily influenced by his peers as his innocence had sheltered him from what the world, his world, the hood really had to offer. A life of sorrow, loss and toxic masculinity. Marcello was already at a young age discovered to be autistic, Aspergers Syndrome to be exact. He never liked eye contact or physical contact and did his best to avoid so, leaving him as the odd kid who was left to fend for himself, often getting bullied and never one to stick up for himself. Time passed and Marcello grew, often spending time alone, reading or doing homework, he ended up surpassing his peers in school and was placed into the gifted program at school, a place where he thrived, still being a loner and still getting bullied, but at least he had something to focus on. Marcello's father was absent from his life, until recently. He was always told his father went to college or university when he was six, never really doubting it due to his trusting nature, however as the streets influenced his life, he soon realized where his father had been, prison. 

Marcello's father was rough with him, often drinking or doing drugs, which'd make his PTSD go rampant and end up in either Marcello or his mother getting slapped. Marcello started spending more time outside and tried to avoid going home when his father was present, almost from day to day he stopped attending school, wandering the streets as he'd try to find something to do or a way to earn a dollar. Marcello ran into a crowd that found him odd at first, but eventually welcomed him and gave him confidence, love and protection. Marcello soon after was put on the corner, having no idea of how to deal, the homies assigned him a baby-sitter to teach him the basics. They discovered he had a knack for numbers and in little time Marcello started moving the same weight as the other kids his age did, if not more. Realizing to survive the streets it wasn't good enough to be a nice guy, he soon learned, he'd have to imitate and learn from the older homies. Brutality and violence became a tool of the trade, the young male got known for his capacity for violence and undisputed loyalty. Marcello was one to be reckoned with, and that earned him his entry into the gang. The cycle of abuse and violence had went full circle.

 

 

 

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I am still experimenting with how I want to do this. These are mostly older screenshots, some have text added, some will have a little description instead. These are all the screenshots leading up to where Marcello is now, showcasing some development. 

 

 

 

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Marcello and his friends are out to jack a car. They're stealing radios, sound systems, sunglasses and whatever's able to make a buck off.

 

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An unsuspecting male was loading his car as they drove by, they dropped him into the trunk and kidnapped him. They brought him to the middle of nowhere. The male started talking about his affiliations, and tried to bribe them. Marcello was anxious and wanted to leave, but was forced to pick up the firearm by his friends, due to peer pressure. After hesitation and a lot of harsh words, Marcello pulls the trigger. He shot the innocent male three times in the head and had a mental breakdown.

 

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Violence in the hood is as a tornado. It can be silent and calm, but out of nowhere it erupts, it usually starts off with little things and progresses into a fullblown storm. The cops try to stop it before it even starts, but some times they just put fuel on the fire.

 

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Marcello was done being the victim and done being harassed, so he got together as much money as he could and bought himself a gun. It was his turn now.

 

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2 hours ago, BrokenWings said:

Dope character, dope screenshots, and dope story. This is gonna go far, no luck needed?? 

Thank you so much! It's been fun RP'ing around you guys. I only just saw in your screens that your character died. That's really sad.

1 hour ago, Lmao said:

 

Bruh. ?

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Some mornings were harder than others. Some times the effort to get out of bed almost subcumbed the young male, but he had to get out. The grind was the only way he knew to make a living. He was marked now, had a man's life on his conscience, had tattoo's on his face. He'd spend time just staring into blank spaces and sit around with his gun, just to feel safe, but at least it was his own choice.. Right?

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Often he'd spend his morning with those of the homies who didn't go to school. School was closed chapter for Marcello. He didn't have the time to go anymore, and the money he made from dope made him able to support his family and live a lavish lifestyle, at least compared to the people around him. So what, if they had to do things he disliked from time to time? Marcello knew he was just as capable of violence as anybody else. The older homies said it was like a computer game. They lied.

 

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Marcello stayed on the grind, even when his mother wanted to get back with his father, just months after running away, hiding from the monster who had brought so much pain into their life. Marcello only felt emptiness and anger. He didn't need his mom, he could make it on his own, he made more money than her anyways! It was time to start moving weight.

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At least Marcello had his new family, a family that'd spend time with him and do other things than just keep him in a constant state of fear. Marcello had decided to go all in, really show his loyalty to the gang in such a way it'd never be reversible again. He was down with the gang for life. "Southside por vida, homie!"

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Three young gangbangers are sitting on their steps, discussing their progress, school, life and other teenage subjects. Marcello is for the first time in his life wearing expensive clothes and is without a doubt flexing a bit.

 

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Marcello and his homie forms a game-plan on the steps, agreeing on how to proceed.

 

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The young males are doing as they've been told to. They traverse the hood in search of potential clients.

 

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Marcello almost gets caught up in a scene, as a random bystander. Gunshots are heard and Marcello manages to get out of the way, as the criminals tries to fight their way out through the Los Santos River. The gunshots cease after a little while and only the sound of sirens can still be heard.

 

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One dead body, one cop down and one criminal escaped. Marcello watches the scene unfold, shaking his head, as he'd proceed to walk back to his homies place.

 

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Marcello walk around late at night. He takes a sit, contemplating to himself before going back to his own place.

 

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Peewee took out the boys for food, it wasn't uncommon for him to buy the youngens food, but the day still had plenty of surprises to come.

 

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Lately the hood had popped off more and more, familiar faces and unfamiliar faces blended in the block, making it into a mesh of activity. Drug dealing and general conversations blended with the daily tasks of the locals. The varrio felt like it was on a rise.

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It had been a long day for Marcello, his brain was at capacity, all he needed was to relax for a while and chill out, yet problems kept arising and once again he had to handle them. He was proud to do so, proud to stand up for the people who loved him and cared for him, they'd done so much good for him, so when young homegirl Spooks told him about the men who had cornered her and harassed her, his blood went boiling. They could have harmed her very badly if she hadn't gotten away. He had to get reparations one way or another. An argument issued, the men refused to take responsibility and kept starting shit, but whenever they were called out, they refused to come along and handle it as men.. That left only one option. The gunshot rung out, first man went down instantly, catching a bullet to the throat, the second thought he could outrun a bullet. Physics got to him in the end.

 

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