BIOGRAPHY
ALIAS:Â Maddison Eleanor Campbell
BIRTHDATE & AGE: August 27th, twenty-seven
AFFILIATION: Civilian; Mechanic
FACECLAIM: Alycia Debnam-Carey
HISTORY
Maddison Campbell came into the world screaming and sure as hell one day would likely leave in the same manner. Born and bred on the wrong side of the tracks in the city of Chicago, the only child spent more time looking after her mother than she did being the child in the household. A little after her second birthday her father left after yet another tumultuous fight between her parents, only unlike every other time he never returned. It was the catalyst in what would quickly become the downfall of Mary Campbell. At first it began with just a few too many glasses of wine after a long shift, and then it progressed to several bottles and when that wasnât enough the hard liquor came out and then the pills. But no matter how much she drank, smoked or even shot up, nothing seemed to numb the pain that came with being dumped and thrust headfirst into being a solo mother. Maddy however never blamed her, despite her lack of ability to take care of the young girl it taught her very quickly to become self-sufficient. And for a time she was okay with that, for the green eyed girl this had always been her life, it was her normality and she didnât know any better. But as the years passed she slowly grew apart from her mother, if not for her habits and treatment of her own flesh and blood then for the fact she refused to talk about her father, that only visited once a year in an effort to keep in touch with his only daughter.
Despite the chaos that came with looking after her mother, ensuring she was still breathing from her position on the couch when Maddy got home from school each day, she loved her mother and in her own way her mother loved her too, she just loved the drug infused escape she turned too after she was fired from the hospital. And for years that was just how they operated, Maddy became something of a guardian angel to her fallen mother while maintaining her grades and working a part time job to ensure food was kept on the table. However, when her father finally caught wind of the state of affairs his daughter was living in, being the control freak he was, he filed for full custody and won, dragging Maddison without much of a choice to his new home and family in CuliacĂĄn, Sinaloa. For a seventeen year old it was the worst possible outcome, having to start over, knowing no one but her father, not even his new wife and their three sons. She was the outcast and little did she know the streets she had escaped in Chicago, werenât nearly as rough nor rife with crime as those in CuliacĂĄn. But none of it mattered to her, because it was all only temporary. Or so she told herself to help her sleep at night. Conjuring plans of running away and returning to her mother and the life she left behind, her plans were quickly thwarted when her father found her packed bag and a bus ticket out of Mexico. In all of a few seconds that image of escape, on that tiny piece of paper was ripped to shreds, words of disappointment spat her way, followed in quick succession by the affirmation that should she return to Chicago, all that awaited her was the fate of ending up like her mother. A deadbeat drug addict. And when her best friend all but echoed her fatherâs words, she was left alone and heartbroken. But all that pain and confusion that seemed to linger like a shadow, she was quick to attempt to squash by immersing herself in the culture, getting to know her new family and building upon that relationship that had been severed with her father. It was her only choice. Her chance to prove them all wrong, to be anything but her mother.
Life doesnât care about what you want â was but a sentence that regularly escaped her fatherâs lips. Words which would carry meaning throughout the majority of her life. Which was quick to change for the better when she turned eighteen and got her own full time job as a money-changer for a local small time business. While her boss wasnât the best and had a habit for being a little handsy, it paid well and she made enough to rent her own one bedroom apartment, leaving her fatherâs estate behind. For a couple of years this became her normal, and she quickly became adroit in her field. So much so her boss allowed her to help out a number of his associates â one of which turned out to be a gun runner for the Sinaloa Cartel and the very first man that had left a mark on the feisty gringa. Tommy and Maddy spent a great deal of time together through their work and before she knew it she was being offered a job for the cartel doing exactly what she did best, laundering money. At first the offer had caught her by surprise because it wasnât often that the cartel outsourced their people, but she very quickly realized Tommy was also very close with the Vice President. And as she was slowly swallowed whole by her new life, the last thing she had anticipated was the discovery of her fatherâs involvement, whom too was deeply imbedded with connections to various key players throughout the cartel.
Outside of work there wasnât much Maddison and Tommy didnât do together. But as leadership changed over within the cartel so too did the culture, and the fear in Tommyâs eyes before he would leave for work became more apparent. Maddison wasnât sure as to the extent of whatever politics were going on in the background, because frankly it didnât concern her, but when Tommy gave her a burner phone to hide away in her drawer and made mention of stashed bag of cash, should anything happen to him, Maddison came to learn that the little bubble the two of them had built around them was no longer going to protect them from the outside world. For Maddison the idea of returning to her hometown, or even just to America felt like a pipe dream, especially after everything she had endured. And yet Tommy seemed to be adamant that it was the life they deserved, the life they would have. For six months he planned and prepared, while Maddy simply continued about her life, traveling across the country and even into America occasionally with her boss that she had built an outstanding rapport with. Perhaps that was one of many reasons that she refused to allow herself to dive headfirst into the idea of leaving Sinaloa, because a part of her loved her life, while the other part, the part she had spent a decade attempting to suppress longed for her hometown and the people in it. So when the time came for them to leave, Maddison found herself watching the man that had brought her into the world of violence, drugs, and money laundering, leaving without her. Finally alone, the woman was forced to stand on her own two feet and there was something deeply empowering about doing so. Because Maddison Campbell, didnât want nor need for anything or anyone. Until she received an earth shattering phone call to advise of her motherâs passing some time later. The guilt and regret that followed that short conversation was enough to leave her reassessing her life and what she wanted out of it. But most importantly it was the push she needed to pack her things and board a plane for the city she once called home.
