✱ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ...

she's always been here. this small town, a place that reeks of gasoline, cheap beer and broken dreams. she grew up in a quiet house — not because it was peaceful, but because no one was ever home. her parents were working class. good, honest people, but too busy to notice the little girl glued to the tv screen, running from reality, dreaming of a life much bigger than this one. she had an older brother to keep her company for a while, but he left the first chance he got, only proving what she already knew; she had to get outta here.

high school rolled around, and she was the kind of girl that never blended into the background — popular, made for the spotlight, even if the only stage she ever found was the auditorium, she made it work. starred in every production, and made sure everybody knew it, too. she lived for the applause, the eyes that followed her when she walked into the room. and for a while, it was enough.

but high school ends, and the world moves on. she was supposed to move on, too — she was going to be somebody. even danced her way into college. but dreams don't pay the rent, and somewhere along the way, she got lost in dollar bills, neon lights and biker attention; the years slipped through her fingers and she got comfortable. one bad decision turned into another, and before she knew it, she was still here, still dancing at deseo, still yapping on about how she was supposed to make it big.

✱ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ...

she calls everybody sugar, honey, or darlin' & in a strong southern accent, which is where her stage name comes from.

reapplies lipgloss when she's nervous. glossy lips, perfect smile as the distraction.

watches old hollywood movies on a busted vhs player, reminiscent of her childhood.

clueless about bikes, but loves her little convertible, blasting music with the top down, screaming at the top of her lungs in the desert.

knows everybody's business, and doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.

talks with her hands, big and dramatic.

smells like shea butter and weed. swears she'll give up, but never does.

✱ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ...

roomie ... ( open to any gender ) rhea is v loud and messy so do with that what you will shjfjhs, but also v openly loving, e.g leaving notes for y/m to read while they're in the shower, making them soup when they're sick, etcetc.

toxic situationship ... ( open to any gender, must be part of either gang ) its messy, it's passionate, it's bad decisions wrapped in leather and late night rendevouz. gimme y/m getting jealous when she's stripping, rhea getting jealous when they gets other girls to dance for them, even though neither of them have the right bc they're not together. loud arguments, fighting n making up. we can plot out details!!!

high school sweetheart ... ( open to any gender ) still figuring this one out, but mayb we could plot it together!!! they wouldn't be together rn, but give me rhea's first heartbreak!!

people from high school ... ( open to any gender ) she's one of those popular girls that peaked in high school, swore she was going to make it big, but low and behold sjfhjksjh... they could've been friends, they could still be friends, they could've grown apart, there could be jealousy from rhea's side bc they did something with their life whereas rhea......didn't, rhea could've made y/m's high school experience hell ( unknowingly, she's not cruel, but she's v self centered ), they could've dated in high school and are now such close friends they're like what were we even thinking???? the possibilities are endless :-)

deseo regulars ... ( open to any gender ) self explanatory hehe. we could expand on the dynamic, like mayb y/m pays rhea for a private dance weekly, but really they just sit n talk bc y/m has no one else or whatever reason shjfkjdsh??? or we can plot smth!!!

flings / crushes / exes ... ( open to any gender ) rhea loves love, but falls out of it just as quickly as she falls in. we can plot details!!

people that don't like her ... ( open to any gender ) maybe they find her annoying, which really isn't hard shjkfhd, maybe she accidentally broke up a relationship, etcetc. we can plot it out!!!

dealer ... ( open to any gender ) rhea is a regular smoker, semi regular other things skhfkd, we can work out the dynamic!!!

more tba!

✱ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ...

born in peru, raised in lima by a mother who loved fiercely but had little else to give. he was wild from the start, a boy with fire in his veins and fight in his fists. as puberty hit, the streets had started to call his name and his mother, fearful of what he might become under her gentle touch, made a choice that changed his life. at the age of twelve, he and his little sister were on a plane to a foreign land, texas, sent to live with a stranger, his father.

( ** tw: abuse ). his father was strict, hard in ways that left scars beneath the skin. a forgotten 'sir' or missed sunday service earned a beating. god was always watching from the crosses nailed into every wall as his father spoke of sins and salvation, of a world with no place for soft hearted boys. though it wasn't the blows that stung the most — it was the favoritism. his sister; the golden child, daddy's little princess, treated like a delicate thing to be protected whilst diego was trained to be a soldier. taught that boys didn't cry, men provided, and emotion was a weakness best buried.

by seventeen, the streets had called his name once again. he ran away, carrying nothing but his mother's name and the weight of expectation on his back. he learned to survive, to fight, to hustle, and then he found the diablos. or maybe they found him. they gave him something his father never did: a place to belong. his father's house was never his home, and neither was texas until he earned that patch on the back of his leather jacket.

he started at the bottom. a prospect with something to prove, pushing through every test, every hazing ritual, every bloodied knuckle initiation the gang threw at him. loyalty burned in his chest, and ambition even hotter. the diablos rewarded men who bled for them, and diego bled plenty. he climbed the ranks the only way he knew how — with fists, fire and hunger. prison slowed him down, but never stopped him. a few years behind bars for the kind of charges that came with the life he chose — assault, possession, a job gone sideways — but a diablo never snitched, so he took his time on the chin and came out even hungrier than before. the gang was still his when he got out, waiting for him like an old lover, and so he picked up right where he left off.

but five years ago, everything changed. a new president was crowned, and it wasn't him. instead, they gave him sergeant at arms. third in command. the bronze medal. a pat on the back for decades of loyalty, but not the throne he'd been chasing since he was seventeen. the gang knew he was erratic. said he was too impulsive, too prone to outburst, too hot - headed to lead. he swallowed the decision, a traditional man that has always respected his leaders, but the bitter taste of resentment hasn't left his tongue since. will he start questioning his life - long loyalty to the diablos ?

✱ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ...

his biker nickname, killa, comes from the quechua meaning for moon, a nickname his mother used to call him, but most of his gang believe it to mean he's a cold blooded killer, which he doesn't correct.

carries cash, never cards. he doesn't trust banks and certainly not paper trails. always has a wad of cash in his pocket, folded tight with a sentimental money clip.

fixes his own bike. he doesn't let anyone else touch it. spends hours in the garage, fixing her up, hands stained with grease, listening to country rock or music that reminds him of home, like rancheras or spanish ballads.

drives a pick up truck. keeps his bike in pristine condition, but his truck is a mess - empty beer bottles, old maps, and spare bullets scattered inside.

never complains about pain. could literally be bleeding out and he'd say " i'm fine, it's just a scratch. "

has a leather jacket collection. but his oldest one - the one covered in patches, scars and history - is his favorite.

can't sleep without background noise. too many years on the road.

he's quite the artist. he loves creating charcoal pieces.

never says 'i love you', but his actions will always show it - fixing a bike, paying a debt, standing between someone and a bullet.

✱ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ...

wife ... wc on the main.

nephew ... wc on the main.

turned head? / enemies to lovers ... ( open to f/nb, must be a reaper, 37+ ) diego has always been a one woman kinda man. okay, not always, but the vows he made to his wife set him straight. however, their marriage is slowly falling apart, and somehow y/m has slipped through the cracks. nothing has physically happened... yet... but it may as well have with the kinda thoughts he has about them. bonus points if they're a reaper and it's an enemies / underlying attraction kinda vibe hehe???

like a sister ... ( open to f/nb, must be a civilian or diablo ) diego lost his younger sister a few years back during a dodgy dealing and blames himself. y/m reminds him of her n he just wants to protect her ( and clings onto her bc subconsciously he's not ready to let go ) </3

enemies ... ( open to any gender ) trust me he has plentyyyyy, from reapers to law enforcement to civilians alike, he's a troublemaker. we could even have some diablo haters as he's known in the gang for making impulsive decisions that aren't always agreed with. we can plot the details!!!

fellow diablos ... ( open to any gender, must be a diablo ) maybe they're scared of him, maybe he's taken them under his wing, maybe they want him out of his position due to his explosive nature, maybe they're on his side and want him as president, maybe they're connected to the og members and we can do something there bc diego grew up with them, etcetc. we can plot it out!!!

ride or die ... ( open to any gender, must be a diablo, 45+ ) he needs a friend </3 he doesn't open up easy, he's v much "i am man i make fire i provide" but y/m is as close as he's gotten, bar his wife. they're partners in crime, grew up in the gang together, etcetc.

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