#hispanic oc

I redesigned my favorite character from my streamer series!

XxDevilDevilDevilxX: Name Eddie; Age 24; He/Him; Puerto Rican; New York City (Bronx Native)

Chapter 2: m.A.A.d city An oc x canon fic Song used: m.A.A.d city

Summary:

Is it really PTSD? It can't be it, that would make Zion weak.

Notes:

The date used in the story follows the real date of riots and protests in Compton and LA county after the outrageous death of George Floyd, who was killed due to police brutality. Zion would've had attended the protests in all its duration (Almost 2 months of riots) if he was real. If he had a sign, it'd be "N.W.A. Tried to tell y'all in '88" (Seen as a real sign) This chapter has a lot of musical references! I'll put it in the end notes what for references I made. Fun fact: the university of California in LA, the medical school allegedly gave preference to Black and Hispanic students in the 3 last admission cycles!

Memories are an interesting thing, aren't they? They slowly get distorted through the process of time, but when a memory is traumatic you'll either remember every single detail or remove it from existence. The former is the truth for Zion.  "Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where [beep] hang out Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it But ever since that day, I was looking at him different" Back in Compton the life of poverty was common, especially among the circle that Zion's family was around. Poverty often leads to crime which makes the life amongst violence horrifyingly common for people like him. His friends ended up either dead, in prison or traumatized. In hindsight, it's a good thing that Zion didn't stick with his friends for long. Sure, it might come to bite him in the ass, but no one except God can judge Zion.  May 29, 2020 Zion was 21 at the time of protests. He was in downtown LA, having had a homie pick him up and get some bandanas for them. The day was chaotic.  Some people threw rocks on establishments and passing vehicles, others had set off fireworks which hit several buildings. Zion participated in looting and vandalizing of buildings and almost got caught by the 5-0's but thankfully got away in time.  A few of his acquaintances got in a fight with police which set off the use of batons and rubber bullets, and sadly Zion was shot not once, but twice. It hurt like a bitch, but didn't deter Zion from continuing to attend protests and riots.  May 30, 2020 Fairfax District. The same friend helped Zion get there. Thousands of protesters gathered and spread out. Zion was mainly vandalizing police cars and he miraculously didn't get arrested again. He didn't participate in any of the vandalism of synagogues, because Zion has morals. They're twisted but there.  June 7th, 2020 Compton. Finally a peaceful protest. Zion was there, still mad and seething but calming down. He still doesn't understand how some people can say that there is no problem. Those people are the problem!  March 16th, 2018 Zion was getting higher education then, attending the University of California in LA. At first he considered engineering, but he thought his parents would be happier if he chose medicine. It wasn't something Zion particularly liked, but he appreciated the knowledge of human body. He chose emergency medicine because it matters the most, at least to him.  There was the one time he and some of his friends got falsely accused and arrested for murder, and that scared Zion. But he didn't show it. October 9th, 2014 Zion was coming back from school, excited as he got a copy of "Hell Can Wait" by Vince Staples, hoping to listen through it. What the then fifteen-year-old didn't expect is to be stopped by police who had their guns drawn on him.  "Put your hands in the air!" The officer shouted, gun pointed at Zion. The boy sneered at the officer, considering if he should run or not. But the threat of being popped by a .9 didn't sound appealing. So slowly, Zion put his hands up.  "Turn around and walk towards me!" The officer continued. Zion complied, albeit reluctantly.  Then he's getting harshly put to the ground, cuffs placed too tightly.  October 22nd, 2012 The 13-year old Zion was forced to watch as his older brother got arrested, his home searched and world flipped. At the time Zion wasn't sure why black people hated the police so much, but that day he found out why. How dare they take his brother away?! He's not like those criminals, he gets them food and pays the bills! Zion remembers yelling, lots of it. His parents were yelling at each other for letting their eldest son use 'dirty money' to pay for their expenses. Zion sided with his father, who said that as long as the family survives it's fine. The boy's mother didn't want a criminal growing up under their roof, finding it a disgrace to the family. After that Zion doesn't remember much, but he knows that dad ended up with a few bruises. He doesn't remember where they're from. |-|

Zion comes to finally. He doesn't see anything or hear anything at first, just feels the cold concrete beneath him and the stale air. After that comes the smell of sweat and abandonment. He doesn't taste anything, so the next sense to activate is sight.  Zion opens his eyes after a long time contemplating the choice and Jesse greets him, standing over him with a concerned expression. The nurse's lips are moving but Zion doesn't register any sound.  Where is he? What happened?  "-He'll get us attorneys, for sure." Zion was confused, what was Jesse talking about? Who will get them attorneys and what for?  "What?" the Hispanic man asked, trying to remember anything of use. Jesse looks over at him. "Did you hit your head? Any nausea?" He questions, his cuffed hands coming over to check Zion's head for any injury. Wait, why are Jesse's hands in the front and Zion's in the back?  "N-No, I just... Don't remember anything." He answered, genuinely confused as to what is going on. It's surprising that Zion didn't have a panic attack, knowing the fact that he's in a cell and doesn't know what he did to get here.  Jesse frowns. That is concerning. "Nothing? What is your latest memory?" Zion thinks for a moment, then tilts his head slightly. "I remember talking to Parker as the shifts changed." He answered, but that is not sufficient to why he's in jail.  Jesse shifts to sit on his heels, pondering if he should tell what happened. Then decides that, fuck it, he'll learn about it anyway. "Zion. ICE Agents came to detain a patient, you and I persisted on the woman needing medical care. You stilled for a moment, which genuinely scared me," Jesse explains, trying his best to not mince any words, "after that you reacted violently, assaulting the agents-"  After that Zion didn't hear anything other than sirens and yelling. He was back in downtown LA, taking cover behind a vandalized cop car after getting shot with rubber bullets.  The pain is so real, there's no way this is real. It's a dream, a hallucination. Jesse van Horn doesn't exist and Zion is still in third year of medical school. He still lives in Compton, California and never moved to Pittsburgh.  "Zion. Zion! ZION!" The man is taken out of the sudden disassociation episode by Jesse shaking him. Zion has tears rolling down his cheeks, which brings great shame to him. It feels pathetic. "Zion, you're fine, you're with me," Jesse reassured. If he could, the silver-haired man would pull Zion in for a hug, but with their current predicament it seems hardly possible. Instead Jesse brings Zion's head to the crook of his neck.  The younger man just breaks down. All the fear and anger melts into salty tears.  The two men sit like that for a moment or ten, the reality of the situation setting in. Out of nowhere, Zion yanks his head away from Jesse's embrace, sniffling before standing up (which isn't that hard, even with your hands cuffed behind your back.) and heading to the lower bunk, since he can't climb the top one.  He settled in, ignoring how the silver fox behind him is staring at Zion's back with concern.  What is wrong with me? Why am I so weird when it comes to police? The thoughts don't answer themselves as sleep takes Zion under, the ER lifestyle catching up with him.   

Notes:

Next (and last of the bridge crew) is the communications officer Harley!

Name: Harley Castillo

Height: 5’4”

Species: Human

Pronouns: He/him

Disability(s): Intermittent explosive disorder (IED)

Relations: Best friends with Kirith since they joined the ship. They knew each other only in passing at the academy. Awkward friendship with Shrith, but he doesn’t know where they stand.

why he kindaaa

Information:

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Sapphic

Lover: Flameblade (wife)

Species: Mutant feline (Albino alligator and cat)

Role: Commanding officer

Likes: Sparring, sharp items, the sun, comfy clothing

Dislikes: Her paws bare, colonies/cults, control

Abilities: Enhanced speed and agility

Strengths: Longer teeth, spikes, thicker skin, fast reaction time

Weaknesses: Missing claws, chronic pain

Mother: Unnamed feline, Adriana Blade (Adoptive)

Father: Unnamed feline, Raúl Blade (Adoptive)

Siblings: Several Unnamed felines, Luz Blade (Adoptive), Rio Blade (Adoptive), Hugo Blade (Adoptive)

Inspired by: Kitty soft paws (Puss and boots), Tigress (Kung fu panda), Crowsong (Louixie on Youtube)

Background (FINALLYYYYYY): Living is a colony in Venezuela who believe white pelted felines were cursed, she was put through trials to prove her worth, only to have her claws ripped off after refusing to fight her mother. Luckily she found a family of traveling farmers and lived with them up until the time she enlisted herself for the military.

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