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The oldest of the Davis clan, and the twin sister of Melody Davis.

She grew up the most popular one, into dance and cheerleading, whereas her sister was more into art and writing. The sisters were still extremely close despite this.

Has two other sisters. Olivia and Josie Davis. Olivia has currently gone missing.

When the twins were nearly 17, Melody would be found dead on the football field of the high school. This would send Maya into a spiral that took a lot of her closest friends to get through.

Would graduate high school and immediately knew she would continue with the law path of the family. But instead of being a cop, she wanted to be the lawyer that made sure they were away for good. This only sparking her interest more when Axel was released early.

Would find herself in an toxic off and on again relationship with a man that would last entirely too long. Despite how smart and driven she was, she couldn't seem to leave this man alone for good.

She would finish her degree and go on to becoming a successful lawyer.

At 28, she'd find herself pregnant with her off and on again boyfriend, hauling any permanent break up for even longer. She'd give birth to a girl, who she'd name Melody after her late sister. Is nicknamed Mellie for short.

She'd proceed to make it work with her boyfriend again for the next 3 years, to finally realize that it was time to call it quits. Hating that her daughter would be from a broken home, she knew it was better than trying to keep up this toxic mess.

By her 33rd birthday, she'd be promoted to District Attorney, the exact position she wanted, and would continue to make a killing in her career.

When it would be revealed that her sister's murder was still at large, and it wasn't Axel, and another one of her sister's were missing, she'd find herself spiraling along side her family. With nothing but determination to figure out what happened to Melody and find Olivia before it was too late.

To add to the mess, however, she has just recently found out she was pregnant again.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS: She's sociable, and would get a lot with the lot.

BEST FRIEND: This would be her ride or die, and has been through a lot with her.

PEOPLE WHO KNOW HIM THROUGH HER SIBLINGS/FAMILY: She is from the Davis family, and has/had 3 sisters. Including her twin, who died at 16, and who she looked exactly alike. So that could be interesting. Also has younger sisters, and her father is the chief of police.

ENEMIES/I DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU: She doesn't back down, and if someone wants to hassle with her, she will hassle.

EXES/FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS/HOOK UPS (F/M/NB): Her longest relationship was with her first baby daddy, but they were off and on quite a lot. So, this could be someone she was with during one of the many breaks. This could also be someone more recent since she has been technically single since her official break up from him.

CLIENTS: Anyone who would’ve possibly needed a lawyer, or has had family matters go through the court.

COWORKERS: Anyone who works in the law. Cops, other lawyers, etc.

CURRENT BABY DADDY: She just found out she is pregnant, and this could be fairy fun! This would not have to end in them getting together, as it could've been a one night stand or something along those lines. And now they have to figure out if they gonna coparent, etc.

random facts

the most careful plant dad that you'll ever meet

wears earphones everywhere he goes

not much of a people person unless he loves said people

hates living by himself so he will take in anyone that needs a roommate at any moment in time

a certified serial dater tm

boygenius' #1 fan

loves a good gothic novel and is currently reading Mexican Gothic

spends his money like a rockstar, with no rockstar money

claims to hate hugs (loves hugs)

feeds stray cats and dogs all the time

biography

Born into a wealthy family in Sarawak, Malaysia. His father, an acclaimed British writer and his mother, a teacher that came from a very notorious family in their hometown.

The couple moved to the United States when Briggs was just five years old and settled down in Vegas. That was until a terrible car accident took their lives away.

Briggs was seven when he was placed into foster care, eventually, a distant relative, his father’s uncle stepped up and welcomed him at home with his incredibly large family of ten kids.

Uncle Vernon had always had money problems, and what Briggs was unaware about was that whoever adopted him would receive his entire trust fund.Suddenly the family was moving into a bigger house, going on lavish vacations, riding luxurious cars. It wasn’t spent on what they needed but exploited in so many ways

Kids had music classes, horseback riding, tennis. Briggs, he excelled at music. Learned multiple instruments and poetry.

Their home wasn’t a sad one by any means, it was simply cold. There was no warmth towards anything but the money that they all suddenly had.

By the time that Briggs was a teenager and began to understand what was happening, the money was gone. Disappearing into the abyss that was his uncle’s betting addiction, and so this way not only Briggs, but the entire family was left on the streets. Briggs and the other kids around his age began working, his uncle’s depression taking over him in a way that made everyone else have to work.

It was when he began working delivering pizzas in the busy streets of Vegas that he finally found himself; his expensive music classes turned into sneaking into friends’ garages and rehearsing with a small band. It felt more like home than living with his uncle and his family ever had.

To go from having everything to having nothing wasn’t something new for Briggs but all the ups and downs had slowly made him despondent, and the only thing that seemed to help was writing and singing his feelings out.

The garage band became a little popular and with this came a bad crowd, other young people that always wanted to challenge them. Briggs ended up detained by the police a few times when he was under eighteen; vandalism, bar fights, underage drinking

One of the times behind bars is when Briggs met a member of the Sons of Mayhem; Ryan Brooks. They were both freshly eighteen and the two hit it off. Turns out Ryan’s father had been a member of the MC for years. 

Always on the lookout for a new place to call home, the last one, hopefully, Briggs joined Ryan in the initiation journey to become a part of the Sons of Mayhem.

In this journey, Briggs moved with the Brooks’ to Reno, leaving his uncle behind once and for all. Only a guitar, his favorite books and a handful of notebooks, a few changes of clothes.

The Brooks’ lived in a trailer park, but there was an abundance of love and understanding.With their support, and the MC, Briggs finally started feeling like he could make his dreams come true or, at least, try. 

He did everything that the Sons of Mayhem asked for, truly becoming a part of their family as well. On the side though, he would continue to write his songs and music. 

He began playing in different bars and venues, as well as festivals in Reno. He wasn’t selling albums or going on tour, but for the first time ever, he felt like he was living the life he always wanted.

Then, the entire city was struck by the tragedy of the murder of Melody Davis and if it was a tough time for Reno, imagine being a part of the motorcycle club that obviously stood behind Axel through it all. 

Supporting Axel and the MC came at a high price for Briggs, whose image was closely tied to the club. No one hired him anymore, he was shunned like the rest of the club had been.

He buried himself deep in SOM business all over again, slowly moving up ranks until he became the Secretary of the club, a position that he loves. As he is able to perform it but still gives time to his music despite it not being a career anymore.

Upon Axel’s release and all the new discoveries, Briggs can’t say he sees Reno as the lovely city he once had seen it as. He’s almost bitter that they would turn their back on the club after all the things they’d done for the city and has become less trusting of outsiders in a lot of ways.

He did recently start playing in some bars though, especially places that didn’t turn their backs on the Sons of Mayhem and can also be found performing on parks or busy streets, his passion for music never dying down. He just hopes that whatever is happening with the Davis’ investigation doesn’t turn their entire lives upside down all over again.

possible connections

best friends: he considers the MC his family, but there's room for more friends in his heart for sure

music / poetry friends: he is passionate about his likes, having this in common is a straight way to his heart

party friends, etc: plays sets everywhere? whether your muse met him while he was singing on stage and knows who he is or perhaps they met at a bar, party, etc.

found family: SOM more than anything but if for some reason someone outside of the MC connected with him, i can see him being incredibly loyal to them

flings/hook ups/exes: past and present tense, let's go crazyyy

Having been groomed from a young age with years of working out in the backyard and Nerf gun wars with her brothers apparently would come in handy, because she basically cruised through basic training. While the others struggled, Taylor succeeded. It made her a good target for drill sergeants, but she took that in stride…they'd obviously never met her father.

She was three weeks into her first deployment when she first fired her weapon at the enemy. In the dark of the night, an unauthorized person coming towards where she and her crew were camped out after learning of a possible incoming threat. Security detail, they had called it. It was a clean shot and she hated how good it felt watching the enemy drop. She received praise, plenty of it, earned herself a soft spot against one of the hardest lieutenants in her company. It helped her raise rank fast. (She suspected nepotism helped as well.) Was Taylor a kiss-ass? Maybe. She was also resourceful; she knew what she had to do to survive, to embrace the suck and get her squad mates through. If it rose her in the ranks, she'd at least have support.

Despite having fired her weapon, cleared areas, done security detail, it wasn't until close to the end of her deployment where things started to go south. It was hot, the convoy was sweeping a nearby area. The car wasn't far behind them. They thought they'd cleared the area. She would've bet money, her life.

Then the IED went off. Then the gunfire. Anyone still standing was getting picked off. She was bleeding, she didn't know if it was hers. She fired blindly, grabbing a wounded comrade and pulling them behind what was left of the vehicle. Her eyes scanned the area for anything, anyone. Bullets cracked the air by her head. Everything spun around. She couldn't catch her bearings. Her staff sergeant stood, he said something about them being the only survivors. Then again, another crack.

He dropped, and she was alone. Alone, possibly surrounded. In the fog of war, she grabbed a sniper rifle, prayed her marksmanship would come handy. Slowly she managed to pick off a few before she was able to radio for help. The next convoy found her leaning against the destroyed vehicle, covered in blood that wasn't all hers, staring straight ahead. She hadn't been the only one who lived, but she might as well have been; the remaining soldier was discharged for medical reason later.

Her first deployment ended after that. Something about needing mental clearance before her next deployment. So she did what she did best; faked it. Watching almost her entire unit go before her eyes and almost dying wasn't good enough for her father to not fulfill her deployment duty. It felt like as soon as the clearance was in her hands, she was on her way back out, skin a little tougher, edges rougher.

There was a lot more blood the second time around. There were more bullet casings spent. She was out for blood this time, always staying within rules of engagement but jumping at an opportunity. It wasn't until her best friend was killed in front of her that the PTSD dam began to break. That was one death she'd always blame herself for. Knife to her neck after getting ambushed, she hadn't had time to grab her sidearm. Her best friend had time for four final words; take care of them before the knife cut skin and spilled blood and a bullet found it's way through a heart. Two, one could argue; an actual bullet and a metaphorical one.

She started going through the motions after that. Robotic, almost. The promotion she earned tasted bittersweet. She'd broken. The rough edges turned into glass shards and everyone knew it. The senior soldiers, they all knew. They could tell. She wasn't the soldier she was in basic. She'd seen things, and it was affecting her, and it was probably a matter of time before she snapped on someone who wasn't a recruit acting out of line.

Family legacy be damned, when she returned home she immediately requested a move to the reserves. When her father laid into her, she set the phone down, and looked for cities as far away from a base as possible. Listing her choices on a dart board, she landed on Reno. Double bonus; it was away from family too.

random facts

has very silly, small tattoos all over his body and he can’t remember how he got half of them.

didn't finish school, but got his ged at twenty-one

loves to socialize, can talk for hours

drinks coffee at night, tea during the day

loves rock climbing and hiking

still has an accent since he moved to america at 16

loves to help people however he can

a hopeless romantic

definitely an emo kid when it was a thing and still loves to go to concerts

makes chocolate sculptures for everyone to see once a week

biography

TW: drug addiction, child neglect

For the first few years of his life, Giuseppe Ferrari never really wondered about his father or why he wasn’t around. Those first few years, he also didn’t wonder why his mother was never around either. As he grew older though, he began to realize how alone he was and other kids asked how he could do anything that he wanted, how he could stay over at other houses and never get into trouble. The answer was easy though, he was alone. Before, his mother would show up everyday, eventually she showed up every couple of days with a new boyfriend or a new job that she promised she would keep.

Parties at what had once been an almost abandoned home became a daily thing, with it, a child that had once found a home in school and homework, eventually became familiar with alcohol and drugs. To forget it all. To finally stop thinking about coming home and instead running around with his friends, crashing parties and shoplifting or any sort of thing that would make him feel more than the emptiness that he had always felt. His mother eventually found her way back home, but trying to rescue a young man that had never learned to respect her after years of neglect and ignoring his cries for help would never be easy. It wasn’t until he got arrested for stealing whiskey from a gas station that his mother decided to take matters into her own hands. In her words, she did what she should have done from the moment he was born; send him to America, to finally meet a man that didn’t even know he existed.

His father was a warm man, owned a small pastry shop on the outskirts of Reno and to his benefit he looked genuinely surprised when a bitter Giuseppe showed up on his doorstep with only a backpack and a letter from his mother, a one night stand that he’d had right before leaving Portofino and moved to America for college, sixteen years prior. Lorenzo never questioned if they were father and child, he did, however tell him that he would have two jobs now: school and everyday he would show up to the shop and spend the rest of the day there. Gigi hated it all and he tried to run away twice. English was impossible to learn, he struggled to communicate, he couldn’t make any friends, he hated school.  Not to mention, the withdrawals were stronger than him and there was no way to get his drugs without knowing anyone, with no money. He did everything to push the man away, but instead his father only pulled him back in.

After a year of arguments and back and forth, and a failed school year, Lorenzo took him to the shop everyday during the summer. If he didn’t want to finish school that was fine, but he would work for him and he would earn his money, his food and whatever else he wanted. If you ask him now, Gigi cannot tell you when he realized that he enjoyed being in a kitchen. At first it was too sweaty, too hot, too dirty. At first, it was just a way for him to cover his vices, to make money. But one night, he stayed late all by himself and with loud music on, finished up a project with chocolate that would normally take them an entire day to get done. And not only that, but the way that his father looked at him and hugged him made something click in him. 

Was this how being home felt like?

Despite finding his place in the world, Giuseppe struggled to understand that it was okay to grow up and to feel safe. His routine became erratic; get high, show up to work, go out with friends he eventually made, hooking up with people he barely knew, going home to sleep barely enough to wake up and do the same thing all over again. Again and again. A few years down the line, the small pantry shop turned into a famous chocolaterie in the Downtown Reno, visited by celebrities, by tourists that had seen their creations on social media, they became the go-to for events and parties. Gigi was at his highest but he was also tired all the time, he still struggled to find his place in the world and for a long time, he wondered if he ever would. 

He did though. Seven years ago, a drunken night with a friend, turned into a little boy nine months later that brought not only joy to his life, but made it all make sense once and for all. He couldn’t think about only himself anymore, now he had a kid to look after. Though they were never really together, Gigi and his friend decided to co-parent Luciano from the moment they found out. That was the very same moment that Giuseppe decided he had to be clean. If not for him, for his child. He would give him everything that he never had and for that he knew what he had to do.

It’s been the best seven years of his life, but also the worst years of his life. They say having a kid changes you and he never believed it until he became a father. Because ever since then, his life has made a lot more sense. The only thing holding him down these days is the fact that he owed his dealer so much money when he became sober, that Gigi has been laundering money for him for years and has no idea when his debt will be paid. His life is a work in progress in many ways, but at least now he is a version of himself that he likes.

possible connections

best friends: honestly this man leans on friends a lot that's all he knew growing up, friendship is everything to him

clients @ cacao: very popular chocolaterie and pastry shop, perhaps they became friends after meeting there a few times

parent friends: has a 7 year old who he co-parents with his ex, but spends most of his time with gigi. luciano is chill, very much loves yapping though

ex-party friends, etc: people that saw him at his worst, could like him, could dislike him, perhaps they argued or something when he was deep into his addiction, we can get creative here

found family: someone or people that was important to him from day one when he moved to the country, big changes and all. this person would be fundamental to his staying in reno despite how hard it was at first, they'd be incredibly supportive of each other.

past flings/hook ups/exes: been here for about twenty years and led a wild life before his son was born, so anything is possible!

BASICS.

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 6'1

Education: High School Diploma

Languages: English, Spanish

Relationship Status: Single

Children: None

STATS.

Personality Type:  ESFP

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good

Positive Traits: Loyal, Empathetic, Charismatic, Resiient

Negative Traits: Disorganized, Inattentive, Impatient, Restless,

Fears: Winding up all alone

FAMILY .

Father: unknown (to Ramon)

Mother: Marta Mendez

Siblings: None (possibly some half siblings somewhere)

QUICK BACKGROUND. (FULL BIO HERE)

tw mention of abuse, car accident, death, illness

Marta Mendez became pregnant by her abusive boyfriend at 17 and subsequently was kicked out by her parents, who were very old-fashioned and refused to support her. Determined to not let this be her story, she decided to leave town and her entire life behind in search of something better. Eventually she settled in Reno, Nevada, where Ramon was born.

After a couple years between jobs she started working as a stripper, finding it to be her best option for bringing decent amounts of cash in. As a result, Ramon spent a lot of his childhood running around the back the club where Marta worked. A very unconventional upbringing, but all that he remembers from that time was being surrounded by a lot of love and support.

Marta eventually met and married a high ranking member of the Sons of Mayhem named Oscar, who became a father figure to Ramon and introduced him to the MC. They became like his second family, and he vowed to one day become a member himself.

With college out of reach due to money problems, Ramon worked at a bar after high school to support himself and figure out his future. During this time, he formally began prospecting for the MC, slowly earning his place within the club.

A few years later, Ramon and his stepdad were in a devastating car accident, which unfortunately cost Oscar his life. Watching EMTs and paramedics try to save his life sparked something in him, and after taking time to grieve he decided to become a paramedic.

As he moved up in the MC, his loyalty and medical expertise earned him the position of Tail Gunner, where he became indispensable during runs.

A few years ago, Marta was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s, forcing Ramon to step up as her primary caregiver. He used the savings his stepdad had left behind to cover her care, and about a year ago her condition worsened to the extend where he needed to put her in a round the clock care facility. Because of this, Ramon started taking shifts at a bar to bring in some extra cash. It's a lot to handle, but truthfully he feels like he owes it to her after all she's sacrificed for him over the years.

HEADCANONS.

Ramon never slows down. Though constantly moving, he likes to keep himself occupied whether that be going out or hanging with friends, picking up extra shifts, attending to club business, etc. You can usually find him with a coffee or an energy drink in hand,

He's got an tabby cat named Paolo.

Not at all good with money. Once the bills are paid, it's pretty much a free for all for him. Someone get this man a financial advisor.

An impeccable dance partner, but a terrible karaoke singer. That won't stop him, though.

Not Good At Commitment. He tends to put any relationships he gets into on the backburner with everything else he has going on, and because of that he's very hesitant to start anything serious with anyone. He'll try, but ultimately talks himself out of a lot of potentially Good Things for fear they will end badly.

WANTED CONNECTIONS / QUICK IDEAS.

Friends - he's pretty easy to get along with! grew up on the north side, very much that scraggly kid running around the neighborhood making friends, so lot's of opportunity for more long-standing friendships.

Enemies - very affable but doesn't mean he's perfect. always happy to explore more negative connections. he can be obnoxious at times, rub people the wrong way if they aren't into that same energy,

Exes (male/female) - absolutely atrocious at dating. has not had many relationships last more than six months, so take that as you will.

Past or present flings/FWB (female/make) - This Man Is A Whore

Drinking/clubbing buddies - please get him a drink! he doesn't have the money, save his bank account before he drains it!

Co-workers/medical professionals - he's a paramedic, so if your character works at the hospital or the fire station chances are they know each other.

MC members - BUDDIESSS (or not, tension is always fun)

BASICS.

Ethnicity: White

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5'10

Education: BS, MBA; UC Berkeley

Languages: English

Relationship Status: Single

Children: None

STATS.

Personality Type:  INFJ

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Positive Traits: Loyal, Ambitious, Determined, Cunning

Negative Traits: Argumentative, Neurotic, Amoral, Jealous

Fears: Failure

FAMILY .

Father: Joseph Hart

Mother: Lainey Hart (nee Decker)

Siblings: Dallas Hart (twin)

QUICK BACKGROUND. (FULL BIO HERE)

tw mention of death, mention of cancer, mention of emotional abuse

Dean is son of Joseph and Lainey Hart, twin to Dallas Hart. Joseph is the CEO of the west coast's largest real estate development firm, and therefore is a Big Deal. Very emotionally distant and had sky high expectations of his kids. Could be very cruel.

Dean has always been desperate for his father’s approval. even more so when he was younger, causing feelings of inadequacy and shame. Put a lot of pressure on himself to be perfect as a result, but always felt like he was in Dallas' shadow.

It was always expected that Dean would take over for Joseph one day, though, so he followed the path laid out for him and went off to school for business. Got his MBA at UC Berkely, came back and immediately started working at his father's company.

Struggled with hiding his sexuality, which led to self-destructive behavior until he couldn't take it anymore. Finally came out to his father, who accepted him without much pomp or circumstance (thankfully). For only the past 5 years has he been living openly.

He's now COO at the company. Recently his father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, so he's dealing with that while also preparing to eventually (soon) take over the reigns as CEO once he passes.

Spoiler: He's Not Handling It Well!!!

HEADCANONS.

Has a hard time getting out of his own way when it comes to dating. Vulnerability is still very difficult to him, and often times he’ll deflect it with an attitude and a razer sharp tongue.

Usually ends the night with a beer and a cigarette.

Four minutes younger than Dallas and she never lets him forget it. They are very close, even despite their competitive nature.

Has a keen sense of style. Very into the whole ‘quiet luxury’ fashion trend. 

Not above bribery or blackmail to get what he wants, especially when it comes to his family and his business.

WANTED CONNECTIONS / QUICK IDEAS.

Friends - he's not the easiest to get along with but if you're willing to put up with his shit usually he'll tolerate you right back!!

Enemies - again, not the easiest to get along with!!!

Exes (female) - Dean discovered he was attracted to men early in on college, but for a long time tried to ignore that attraction and dated women quite a bit before them. Obviously none lasted, we can say it ended on good or bad terms.

Past or present flings/FWB (male) - I don't think Dean has ever been in a long-term relationship with another guy, but he's had his fair share of short-term flings. Would love to explore some past ones and present, different dynamics, etc.

The First - I'm imagining this is the first guy that Dean ever fell for, maybe who made him realize he was gay. At this point he wouldn't have been ready to come out, so that would probably be why this didn't go anywhere, or did and ended badly. This could go so many different ways.

College pals - Dean went to UC Berkeley for his Bachelor's and his MBA, so if your character went there as well or even was in that area of California the same time he was, they could very well have known each other.

Drinking buddies - someone indulge this man, he's buying!

Neighbors - Dean lives in Arrowcreek

Clients of Hart Real Estate Development - anyone working with the firm (building a house, buying land, zoning permits, etc)

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

There are three sides to every story–it was the first lesson Andrés Paros Torres would learn on his path to law school. The first child of Santos and Nadia Torres was deemed to be the golden boy–to live a life of excellence, to achieve excellent things. Andrés’ life was decided for him from birth. The path his parents wrote for him would not be one of normal children at his young age.  Instead of bike camp, Andrés would attend chess camp at six years old. Instead of public schools, excellence would only be taught in the classrooms of private boarding schools. And despite all the right tools at his disposal, all the endless opportunities the Torres family provided their first-born son, Andrés would inevitably become the prodigal son.

But the path was followed, step by step. After school came college and captain of the soccer team. After college came his LSATs, for which he was required to score above a 170. And finally, and most importantly, came law school. It hadn’t mattered what Andrés wanted – Santos and Nadia’s word was what would be enacted. They had never even attempted to ask their son what he was interested in. For the last thing on Andrés’ mind was being the best.

He hadn’t minded in the beginning. A young boy aiming to please his parents, that incredible smile his mother flashed with each of his achievements, the look of pride in his father’s eyes – Andrés savored every moment of it. Until that fateful day arrived, when the reality of their family was revealed with a knock at their door. He had been too young to comprehend what a half-sister meant. Had his father had an affair before his marriage, before his birth? Why was his mother so enraged when the name ‘Anissa’ was spoken?

There are three sides to every story–in this case; his mother‘s, his father’s, and his half sister’s. The truth would be convoluted somewhere in between. He’d sought out the only person he could find for the truth, his half sister. Besides, his mother had always said tu familia es para toda la vida.

From that moment forward, Andrés’ reality shifted. What was the point of achieving excellence when the Torres family lived a life of facades? The golden boy became the prodigal son. In his final years of high school, he had barely skimmed by, his father paying his way into a prestigious college. Perhaps he’d funded a library; it didn’t matter either way. Ask Andrés what he was passionate about, and the answers wouldn’t exceed partying, drugs, women, and computer science. And that was the life he lived throughout college. Surely, he’d follow in his father’s footsteps, earning that law degree that made his mother beam with pride. He’d even been chosen for an internship at the city’s most prestigious law firm. He had hoped he’d made it on his own. But his last name spoke for itself – a reference of its own.

And yet, something would continue to pull Andrés’ attention away from the golden path. Axel Throne would be released, deemed innocent of the homicide of Melody Davis. The judge who cast the decision to set an innocent man free? Santos Torres. And once again, Andrés found his reality shifting. This time, old enough, wise enough, to understand and read between the lines. There are three sides to every story–and Andrés would become obsessed with finding the truth.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

If you can't find him check your local dive bars and nightclubs - he's likely bought a round for the whole bar and is on top of the bar dancing w the first person he grabbed up there with him.

Does not claim his father lol even though he's very aware his success and lifestyle is all because of him.

Very Nate Archibald -- can't get anything right and is just up in the air all the time.

doesnt take anything seriously - except partying, he takes that very seriously

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Exes / situationships / best friends / childhood friends — gimme anything & everything!

Co-workers at the law firm

Friends through family — the Torres' are one of the founding families so they'd know quite a lot of people

His clients — if your ch has ever needed a defense attorney, AP's got them covered. He's unserious but is incredible in a courtroom if he's focused