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[rioxramirez]

@humanend​

It was early evening, right as the sun was setting enough that he and his night bartender could be out. In the older vampire’s usual earlier arrival to the club before opening for the night, he also required whatever bartender was on to show up just as early. It gave them the chance to settle any prep work before the doors opened, dancers were on stage, and the whole place was buzzing with lights, music and people.

They’d been there a few minutes. After their usual greetings upon seeing each other, Rio disappeared to his office in the back to check emails for order statuses and such. Before too long, he was sauntering back in, passing some of the dancers who also opted to coming in as early as the two, to get into the zone for their stage numbers. Approaching the bar, dark eyes settled on the young vampire bartender, realizing it’d been a minute since he checked in on him, just to make sure he was doing okay with his new and unexpected life. It happened the same way to him, and despite it happening so long ago, he still had days where it kicked him in the ass. Especially since coming face to face with his maker for the first time ever, centuries after the turn.

Leaning on the bar, he regarded the other vampire as he went about whatever needed to be done. “Still hanging in there, I see. Doing okay?”

[rioxramirez]

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ameliaxalvarez​:

🏹 – 🏹

Amelia relished in the feeling of his hands on her body and couldn’t retain the small, content hum that slipped past her when Rio pulled her in. If she was honest it had been far too long since she let anyone get this close to her. She wasn’t a stranger to one-night stands, having had a handful through the years but never had she let someone get under her skin enough for twice or, let alone, enough for her to start caring. Rio had done, what Mel thought, was impossible. He had gotten her to start caring and wanting him around. The notion might have sent her packing if it hadn’t been obvious that Rio was in the same boat, considering he had come seeking her tonight. 

Amelia’s breath trembled in her throat as she exhaled, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his nose traveling along her jaw and his breath fanning her skin. The image his words painted in her mind had Mel tightening her hold on Rio, fingers finding his hair and curling in the strands. “I see what you mean,” Mel chuckled breathily, knowing that she would not be getting back to work now. The car would have to wait till tomorrow. Using the grip she had on his hair, she gently tugged him back until she could lean in and press a feverish kiss to his lips. “Well, damn, I guess you owe me dinner and then one hell night, don’t you?” Amelia teased once she pulled away, letting her hand cup his cheek. Amelia had no idea where this was going between them, but she wanted to find out.

*

Rio smirked against her warm skin as he felt Mel grip onto him more, laughing softly as she agreed with how difficult it was to focus on work with such a thing in mind. He groaned softly, rather liking the way she put good use to the hand in his hair by pulling, more than willing to let her be the one to claim his lips. He returned it just as heatedly, and as they parted, he leaned in to tease a chase for her lips. They did graze, and as he pressed the side of his face into her soft hand, she strongly suggested dinner, and Rio just kind of stared at her.

Dinner? Fuck...

He knew if what they had going would be turning into anything more than just sleeping together, dinner would come about eventually. After all, she was human. But he wasn’t. And he couldn’t eat. He hadn’t tried since right after being turned. And then his mentor had explained to him why it made him so ill. Apparently it wasn’t a secret he’d be able to keep as long as he wanted to. Because even when the time came he’d tell her he wasn’t hungry, he knew she wasn’t stupid. She was aware of the world she lived in, and someone not eating in Los Santos could be seen as a huge tip off. Looking into her eyes, Rio cleared his throat and finally started to smile, giving a nod. “I did eat before I came to see you...” Which wasn’t a lie. He did feed, before he’d even gone to the club. “We don’t usually make time for anything else when we’re together. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take you wherever you want to go. And then after... your place or my place this time?”

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danielxwhitechapel​:

🩸 – 🩸

“Oh I know, you do,” Danny murmured, cocking his head to the side, even if the other vampire had yet to look at him. From the attitude and irritation along, Danny already knew this fledging would be a handful to handle and felt the rush in his veins. He loved a challenge and he always got his way, one way or another. 

The first statement caused Daniel to burst out in laughter, head falling back as he remembered the hysterical night. “Clearly - trust me, darling, I’m the furthest thing from a priest.” Danny chuckled, wiping under his eye as if the laughter had actually brought forth tears from the gusto in which he had allowed himself to indulge. A brow raised as his fledgling went on a rant and the smirk only grew at the corner of his lips. His head tilted with each word, more amused than anything because did he actually think that any of this was affecting him? Or producing an ounce of guilt? The word guilt was as foreign of a concept to Daniel as empathy was. 

“Who said it was ever about satisfaction? It’s simply a fact, whether you want it to be or not. My blood turned you and that is inside of you for the rest of eternity. You are my creation.” Danny stated, his voice void of much emotion as he approached the other. Blue eyes glanced down at the arm outstretched, working as if a method of distance. Danny swatted it away with enough strength that if he had wanted, it probably could have snapped it off. “I didn’t really care if you lived or died - you were an experiment. I wanted to see how the turning process worked. I’m surprised you did make it though, I was convinced you weren’t.” 

Perhaps it was callous but Danny didn’t care much about that. “Who said anything about needing me or even having a remote desire to want to spend time with you? I just saw you and decided to pay you a visit.” Using his speed, Danny got closer to Rio, cornering him against the edge of the roof. “Do you think this tough guy acts scares me, Rio? I have killed vampires tougher and much older than you with a flick of my wrist. I’m not the sire you want to tempt because I will take everything you have made of yourself and bring it down to dust.” His eyes were steel and his voice cool, each word laced with the deep-seated truth of them. Danny Whitechapel was not a vampire to be messed with - he had a reputation for a reason. Hunters sought him for a reason. “Now, that we have an understanding,” He grinned at Rio, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who took up the job of raising my baby vamp?”

*

While the older vampire laughed, the younger one stayed serious, eyes narrowed on him as he really didn’t think it was funny. Neither did it help that as Rio raged out every word, the one who made him just stood there smirking. Damien had taught him a lot about self control, especially where his anger was. Rio had a lot of it and he learned it did no good to let it get the best of him. But damn did he want to let it unleash now... but against his sire? He knew it would have been useless.

He didn’t really know what he was trying to achieve by throwing all of his angry words at him about how it all started. He wasn’t sure he was even trying to achieve anything, not even sure he cared if the other actually felt even a hint of bad for how he left him. He was just pissed that what he thought he’d managed to leave in the past so he could move on was right there staring him in the eyes now. It just brought it all back and at least now his maker was right there for him to throw it at him. Rio blinked at him as he smacked his arm away with such force, and it did kind of hurt but he didn’t tear his eyes off of him or make even the smallest sound. 

He did his best to endure the cold words coming from him. Not caring if he lived or died, and not believing he would even make it. Not wanting to spend any time with him... which really wasn’t so much under his skin, but it told Rio enough; He wasn’t there to try to make amends. To try to move on from a rocky start and how it was handled. No. He meant what he did and he wasn’t interested in trying to make some amicable connection between them as sire and progeny. He was only there to stir shit up and it really started to take Rio from anger to a sort of numb.

The sudden cornering did earn a bit of a flinch and even a harder glare, and certainly some bowing up, if for no other reason than to brace himself. There was no question in his mind, even before his sire declared it, that he’d rip him apart. As much as he wanted to argue and state he could stand his ground, Rio was silent, jaw tense. It bothered him so much he felt powerless against the other vampire. As the understanding ground was set, he inhaled fairly sharply, even though it wasn’t necessary. He started to look away, almost like a scolded child who had to learn a lesson, but then his maker wanted to know the name of the one who showed him everything he needed to know. And Rio was fiercely protective of Damien. Even still, after not seeing him for some time. Even though he knew Damien could very well handle his own. After a moment of silence there was a tilt of his head and his eyes drifted back up to lock on the other’s. “With... all due respect...”, he started with a breath of a laugh and a hint of a mocking expression on his face. “...how about we start with something smaller? Like say... your name? Because you obviously know mine. Or do I still not get to know who you are?”

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lucxboyce​:

🔥 – 🔥 

“I think you said to stop doing that but when have you ever known me to listen?” He wasn’t known to be defiant for no reason, after all, even if Lucas was all fun and games. Curiosity peeked, and Lu leaned over to glance at his friend’s desk. “Whatcha working on?” Though it was clearly none of his business, he couldn’t help but ask. 

“It’s just naked dancing - how is that fun?” Lu asked, eyebrow quirked. Lucas loved the human body as much as the next guy and he was no stranger to flirting or even hook-ups, but there was something about strip clubs that just never did it for him. “Karaoke, pool, darts, good music! - that’s entertaining!” He tried to convince his grumpy old friend and rolled his eyes at the dismissal of karaoke. “Well, you’re gonna learn so buck up.” Standing up from the chair, Lucas huffed a laugh as he wandered around the office, picking at decorations on his bookshelves. “considering how fast you put away your paperwork, I say, you were just waiting for the right excuse to go. Besides, I’m starving and the Duckling is right near my friend’s place that has blood bags.”

*

Rio somewhat gave a nod and a shrug, obviously knowing the hellhound just as he said. “Just looking over some applications, figuring out who I’ll be calling in for an interview in the next week or so.” Getting them locked away in his desk, he rested back in his chair, regarding his friend with a small smirk. “Just naked dancing...”, he repeated, shaking his head slightly. “It is a form of art, you know... Not just anyone can get up there and do it.” He paused and rolled his eyes. “Okay, yes they can, but not everyone makes it look good.” He gave a teasing wave of dismissal, because they had that debating conversation more than once. 

“Let’s negotiate. I’ll play pool and maybe even darts. If you want to do karaoke, I’ll watch you. But I draw a hard line at that.” He stretched in his chair behind the desk, letting out a sound of satisfaction. “You might be right. I’m in no mood for interviewing.” He had to admit too... while Rio certainly preferred to drink right from the source -- a willing source -- he was actually hungry enough to consider a blood bag. It was certainly quicker than getting in touch with someone to get in a feed. “Alright... alright... You talked me into it.” He finally stood up, shrugging off his suit jacket, before removing his tie and button up shirt, leaving him in the tank top he wore under it. The Ugly Duckling wasn’t the place to be wearing a suit. “Following your lead.”

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vindlcated​:

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damien was at work, quite like any other day. it was evening, which is when most vampire clientele pop on by. he got to thinking about the young lad he was mentoring and wondered what he’d do with the brother. perhaps, he’d help train him, too. niko was quite defenseless. as he thought, he manned the desk and drew on his new ipad—no thanks to a daniel for hacking into it and erasing everything, and then breaking it, of course. just the thought of daniel made daniel breathe in deeply and harshly, but he took a deeper, calmer breath and let it out as relaxed as possible. sure, he didn’t have to breathe, but sometimes that tense release was necessary. daniel was really causing problems with his presence. damien frankly hadn’t thought about the guy in a couple centuries now. maybe two? or three? and now his quaint existence was disturbed. he knew his anxiety would be annoying to luke, too. if anything happened to him or emmy, well… damien didn’t want to think about what he’d do. the bell dinged as someone entered and damien said calmly, “hey, welcome.” and looked up from the ipad screen. his calmness shifted to surprise, blinking rapidly. another ghost from his past, though, this one far more welcome. damien let out a small scoff of disbelief, a smile properly forming on his face. a rush of happiness and excitement ran through him—a rare emotion these days. “no te puedo creer,” he said, smiling even more as he got up from his chair to come stand in front of rio. “what a fucking surprise. dios mio. i didn’t think i’d ever see you again, rio.” without hesitation, he stepped closer and pulled rio into a warm hug, the kind of hug the best of friends have when they haven’t seen each other in centuries.

*

Rio was still rattled from his sire’s sudden appearance for the first time since turning him. Several centuries ago. As he walked into the tattoo shop, it was written all over his face. His dark eyes carried a simmering anger in them, which made them darker, and his jaw was tense. Usually he booked with Lucas way ahead of time when he was looking to add to his tattoos, but he was in the urgent need for an outlet. Tonight, that meant getting some ink done. Had he not been so caught up in it all, he would have registered the source of the voice the moment he heard it. He didn’t look over at who greeted him, instead just glancing toward his friend’s tattoo station to see he wasn’t there. 

Brows were nearly about to furrow when the fluent Spanish came, and as his head snapped in the male’s direction, that’s when he knew who it was. Eyes locked on Damien, watching him approached. He was just as shocked as he was when he saw Daniel, only in a much different and better way. Rio was frozen at first, even as his mentor pulled him into a hug, until finally the rest of him caught up with his head. “Damien...”, he breathed out. Brows did finally furrow, although now for a whole different reason as his arms responded in kind, hugging the other vampire tight. All that angst, at least for the time being, seemed to be washed away. There was always something about Damien that grounded him. Calmed him down, even in his worst moods. Seeing him was exactly what he needed.

“Me neither, believe me.” He scoffed out a laugh as he drew back, but not much, just letting his eyes take him in. “You know, when Lucas kept talking about a guy named Damien, I thought it was too good to be true it would be you.” He shook his head, still astounded the other vampire was there. “I’ve been coming here to Lucas for awhile now.”

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danielxwhitechapel​:

Los Santos was proving to be worth his time - honestly, what were the odds of two of his fledglings being in the same place at the same time. While he had been scouting Leo in the last month, he had gotten a peek at Rio. It was quick, barely enough to catch Danny’s attention until he got a second look and it clicked. 

Rio Ramirez - it was his first fledging - created in the most unorthodox of situations back in the 1500′s. He had been too driven with murderous bloodlust for the first century of his life to do much turning - but he had been curious what it would be like and Rio, just so happened, to have been his unsuspecting victim. But, much like Danny, his interest had been drawn short and soon after, Danny had departed without so much as a glance back at the new vampire. However, now that he was here, Danny couldn’t resist confronting his vampire. So, he had followed the other from the club to the rooftop, carefully matching his footsteps to Rio’s so he wouldn’t be detected until he wanted to be. 

“On the contrary, dear Rio, I would say now is the perfect time.” For no other reason than the fact Danny deemed it to be the perfect time. After all, it was his way or no way. “How long has it been since we last saw each other? I have to admit, it’s kinda ironic to have two of my creations both hanging out in the same strip club.” He tapped his chin curiously as he stepped closer to the younger vampire. “Maybe I have a type and didn’t realize it.” Shaking his head, Danny flashed the other a grin once they were in front of each other. “Aw come on, don’t remember me, do yah?”

*

Rio’s jaw squared as it was obvious his words didn’t ward off whoever was seeking his attention. He wasn’t even entirely listening to what was being said, or so he thought and he rolled his eyes at the words that he was simply hanging out. Trying to keep his cool, he kept his sight on the cityscape but let out a slight scoff. “I’m not hanging out. I own this...” And then he trailed off because the younger vampire just registered what the other said. His creation.

He was swift in turning to face him, his sharp gaze falling on him with a hint of fierceness. It made Rio tense when the other vampire neared him, dark eyes traveling over him like he was trying to match his face to the memory. Oh yeah, it was him alright and he wasn’t sure if he felt fear or anger, but whatever it was, he didn’t like it. Lips pursed as he took the time in finding his words, when really, a large part of him wanted to swing at him or attack him in some way. But he was smarter than that. With his sire obviously being older, he was also stronger.

Rio managed a small smile but it was hardly genuine as whatever it was he was feeling started to bubble up. “Clearly you’re not a priest,” he said in such dry sarcasm, and then he shook his head. “No... No... You don’t get the satisfaction of calling me yours.” He took a step or so back and even outstretched his arm to try to ensure that at least the vampire who turned him was at arm’s length. “You left me. You fucking left me to try to survive on my own... or die... I don’t really know which one it is... but you fucking left me in that cell with no care. Someone else took me under his wing and he showed me all the things YOU should have!” With his raised voice came the pointing of his finger at the older vampire, anger all over his face. He truly wanted to knock that grin off of his God damn face. “You’re not welcome here, so get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck off of my property. You weren’t there for me then, and I sure as hell don’t fucking need you now.”

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ameliaxalvarez​:

🏹 – 🏹

The deep tenor of his voice brought a chill down Amelia’s spine - it wasn’t like the one she got when faced with supernatural ones. No, this was different. It was warm and exciting and equally as dangerous because it meant that Amelia was starting to like this man more than she should. And that made him more dangerous than any monster she ever hunted down in her life. So much so, it had already started to blind her. Normally, upon meeting someone, let alone _sleeping _with them, Mel would make them go through various hidden tests before allowing that. Each one eliminates the possibility of a supernatural but she didn’t do that with Rio - a part of her not wanting to know. There was always that slight possibility in Los Santos that people weren’t who they said they were. She supposed, there was a first time for everything. Their eyes locked and Mel’s breath picked up slightly, unable to help the slow smile on her lips. “It doesn’t apply to you,” She confirmed, swinging her rag on her shoulder once she had wiped her hands clean on it. The hunter closed the distance between them and on instinct, she let her hands trail up Rio’s chest until she crossed her arms around his neck. “Well, then aren’t the luckiest mechanic in the world?” She chuckled with a smirk, eyes still trained on Rio’s but subtly drifting down to his lips for a split second. “What brings you by? Slow night at the club?”

The smile that appeared only made Rio smirk more. “Didn’t think so.” He didn’t move from his spot, instead watching Mel approach him. Usually the vampire preferred that distance, but with the girl he assumed was simply human, distance wasn’t even a concept. Inwardly, he did appreciate that she wiped her hands off before putting her arms up around his neck, but at the same time, he wasn’t all that sure he would have minded getting greasy because of her. Hands wasted no time in slipping down to rest at the sides of her waist as he kept eye contact with her. “The luckiest I know,” he responded with a wink, fingertips idly playing at where they rested on her, trailing around until his hands were at the small of her back. “Maybe.” He shrugged, not at all shy in pulling her in closer.

Damn it he wanted so badly to let his fangs out. He just wanted to feel them run along her skin, to tease her and maybe even hear her beg him in the heat of the moment to give into temptation of biting her. And that song playing only added to the urge... Just the thought nearly had his fangs flicking out but he maintains control. It wasn’t a secret he was willing to give up just yet. So he just lightly cleared his throat, letting his eyes scan her face in their proximity. “Even if it turned out to be a busy night, I would still be here. The mental image...” He leaned his face in, letting the bridge of his nose run along her jawline, his voice dropping low. “...of you wrapped up in my bed sheets... all sweaty, breathing heavily, and exhausted... It’s all I can think about...” As he all but whispered those last words, he pressed a kiss just at the spot where her jawline met the side of her neck. “Difficult to focus on work with that on my mind,” he spoke a bit huskily against skin.

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With his own place of business being fairly slowly, Rio decided to appoint one of the managers with the task of cleaning up and locking up at closing time so he could leave early. And he knew just where he was going. Before too long he found himself opening the auto shop's door, the ringing bell paired with her voice making him smirk to himself. Of course it wasn't going to discourage him from continuing his way in. It'd been a while since the last time he saw her... since the last time they slept together, and he felt they were long due for each other's company - no matter what they did. "I heard you", he responded casually, locking eyes with her as she came up from under the car. "I just didn't think it applied to me..." He eyed her, gradually stepping up closer and shrugged a shoulder. "Besides, I'm not a customer. I came here to see you."

Location: Wrench It! Who: Amelia and OPEN​ What: Mel is working late at the auto shop and someone stumbles in and refuses to leave. Can be a customer, friend, whoever! If we haven’t plotted, free to assume connections.

Amelia was the last one in the shop today, a treat that had not happened too often. Wrench It! was far too quiet and even though it was really late, that didn’t stop her from connecting her phone to the speaker in the corner and blasting her all-time favorite song. The rhythm of Selena had her dancing in no time, singing off-key as she tied her hair back in a messy bun. Grabbing her tools, Mel bent down under the car that was lifted in the air and began to work on it, losing herself in the job and in the sound of music. The sound of the bell jingling from the customer entrance is the only thing that pulled her from her thoughts. “We’re closed!” She yelled out, hoping the person would hightail out of there cause she didn’t want to deal with customers being moody right now due to be being turned away. However, the sound of the door closing and footsteps coming into the shop, alerted her that this person wasn’t going away. Popping from under the car, Amelia huffed a sigh. “Yo, I said we’re closed!”

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Rio was glancing over a couple of applications that were turned in, making a couple of notes on them. When the door was swung open, it actually made him jump a bit and had him actually scribbling up one of the papers. "What have I told you about doing that?", he grumbled, dark eyes only drifting up briefly before they returned to the applications, finishing off the note he was making. But he couldn't really be mad at Lucas. He was far from being in the mood to deal with applications and calling people in to interview. So in a sense, the hellhound was saving him.

"Just because the strip club isn't your thing, doesn't mean it isn't fun. But no offense taken." Putting the applications away in one of his desk drawers, Rio looked up at Lucas with a quirked brow, shaking his head. "... I don't karaoke..." Hell, he barely played pool, only in the rare times that the hellhound actually managed to talk him into it. The vampire looked him over and breathed out a very small semblance of a laugh. "And just what makes you think I want to leave my own club and go to the Ugly Duckling?"

Who: Lucas Boyce x @rioxramirez​ Where: The Glass Slipper What: Lucas comes to bother his dear friend at work - because why not?

The Glass Slipper wasn’t a place Lucas would normally be seen out of his own decision but lately, he’d had more and more reason to spend time there. Between visiting Leo during his shifts at the bar and the friendship he had with Rio, he was becoming a regular for entirely opposite reasons of many who were there.

Slipping through the crowd of people around him, the hellhound made its beeline for Rio’s office in the back. It had been a few days since he’d seen the vampire and that could only mean he was back to his broody self and Lu was there to change that. Bursting through the door with a charming smile on his face, Luc greeted Rio. “Good evening, Sunshine!” 

He settled on one of the chairs by his desk and propped up his legs on Rio’s desk. “So, I was thinking - we blow this club and head to the Ugly Duckling. Free pool and it’s karaoke night. So much more fun than your place - no offense.” He winked at the vampire, running a hand through his unruly brunette hair.

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Danny Whitechapel x Rio Ramirez

It'd been something of a slow night at the strip club but around the middle of the week, it usually was. Steady rather than busy. There were still hard workers among the supernaturals and humans alike. Rio was having an off day... or rather night... himself. Broodier than usual. On edge, even. And he couldn't place why. Nothing was out of sorts. He had paper work caught up, all things that needed signed off on were signed for. Everyone showed up for their shifts as scheduled and nobody was late, but every little minor annoyance was on his nerves. The vampire may or may not have snapped at a few cocktail waitress and dancers for no real good reason, and while he knew each time had been uncalled for, his pride didn't allow him to apologize.

Letting the employees go about their jobs, Rio slipped away to the rooftop... not so much for the fresh air since he really didn't need to breathe it in but to just try to clear his mind of the unknown frustrations plaguing him. The view of the city was calming from up there. Despite not really having any benefit of it, he still breathed in long and deep, as if there were any chance would fill his undead lungs. Mentally, he could convince himself it did at least a hint of good. He blinked out of any thoughts he had, slowly starting to tear his eyes from the city lights when he sensed someone near. The vampire barely gestured a look over his shoulder with a slight roll of his eyes, assuming it was one of his employees attempting to call his attention to something. "Now's not the fucking time. I promise you."

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[rioxramirez]

FULL NAME: Reynaldo "Rio" Cesar Ramirez

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Don Corleone (The Godfather), Eric Northman (True Blood), James Delaney (Taboo), Dwight Manfredi (Tulsa King)

FACE CLAIM: DJ Cotrona

GENDER: Male ( he/him )

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

AGE:  42/562 

SPECIES: Vampire

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Glass Slipper Strip Club

LIVES IN: Sycamore Hills

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PERSONALITY TRAITS

Positive: Observant ◇ Protective  ◇ Passionate

Negative: Smug  ◇ Machiavellian  ◇ Resentful

INTEL

Their Priorities: Himself, his business (including anyone on his payroll), and anyone he may actually care about.

Muse’s soft spot: Sentimental things. Possessions that truly mean something to someone whether it be actual belongings, feelings, or memories.

Greatest strength: His calculated way of thinking and quick reactions.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His grudge holding and convictions (both of which he fails to see as a weakness), and anyone he may let on means anything to him. He can be protective to a fault.

Muse’s secret: WIP

Hobbies: WIP Things they love: His memories of family. His mentor. Pet Peeves: Those who try to bullshit him or blow smoke up his ass, aggressive customers with his employees, thieves, new age slang. PAST: Rio was born in Barcelona, Spain in 1460 to working class parents. He was the middle child of five children and none of them had much of a childhood, having to contribute to the household by working. As young as five years old, he was working at the harbor, starting out with simply helping fishermen, and as he got older, he was unloading the cargo from merchant and trade ships. Any free time was spent with family, having been taught that family was most important.

He was 18 when the Spanish Inquisition started and even though he was content with unloading ships, he was pulled into the movement by his uncle, who was one of the many priests involved. Rio was among those sent out to confiscate personal belongings from those the Inquisition was against as well as those who were going against the Inquisition. The ones secretly accepting of the religions they were trying to drive out while swearing allegiance with the Catholic monarchs. For several years, he took his job seriously, not just in loyalty to the King and Queen, but also in loyalty to his uncle. He wasn't about to make him look bad and he blindly bought right into the cause of the Inquisition without hesitation, no matter the devastation he brought on those he took from.

It took twenty five years for Rio's eyes to start opening up to how wrong it was, and for him to start joining those secretly supporting those being targeting. While he would appear to be persecuting, confiscating, and forcing religious conversions, he was really helping. Advising. Aiding them to get away. Allowing them to live without compromising who they were. Allowing them to live, period. He got away with it for nearly two years before he was caught, and he was turned in a dark and filthy cell by one of the Monarchs' advisors who seemed to successfully hide he was a vampire. Rio was released from imprisonment in the middle of the night before they could sentence him, but his maker left him to fend for himself. For weeks, he was in pure survival mode as each nightfall he worked his way around Europe. That was when he met the man who became his mentor. The vampire who took the time to teach him everything his maker should have.

The man kept him under his wing for centuries, the two of them eventually stowing away on a cargo ship to the Americas. Once Rio became more confident in himself and his altered life, they reluctantly parted ways with the promise they'd cross paths again eventually. It wasn't long before Rio really started to embrace the immortality he was given, using his seduction and manipulation skills to get who and what he wanted.

PRESENT: Today he's a long time residence of Los Santos as the owner of a successful strip club, constantly surrounded by beautiful people, and living a luxurious life. The kind of life he at one time so long ago would have never thought possible. He's become quite the business man and has all he could ever want, except someone to share it with. He rarely shares his bed and doesn't even really have anyone he could really call a friend. It's his own fault, being so careful not to become attached as they could only become a liability to him as a weakness. And Rio Ramirez can't show to have any vulnerabilities. It's just him and his business.

CONNECTIONS ◇ established and wanted

Established

Danny Whitechapel: Danny is Rio's sire who turned him in that dirty cell in Spain during the Inquisition, and then left him to fend for himself. Rio hasn't thought about his maker since meeting his mentor, and he doesn't really know who he is, so he isn't really prepared to see him again.

Amelia Alvarez: Amelia and Rio have hooked up at least a couple of times, neither of them really knowing much of the other. It started out as supposed to just being a one night stand, but they've been drawn right back to each other at least once more. She doesn't yet know he's a vampire and he's yet to catch on that she's a hunter.

Lucas Boyce: Lucas is actually one of the very rare few Rio sees as a legitimate friend. They connected the first time Rio went in to get some ink work done, Lucas being his tattoo artist. He keeps Rio grounded and the vampire isn't quite so broody when the hellhound is around.

Wanted

Any of his employees at the strip club.

Perhaps his mentor? Rio hasn't seem him in quite some time and is the only person he could trust since after being turned and left by his maker.