cartel leader · mexican · rude · cruel · sarcastic · tattooed · spanish speaking · recruitment · dangerous · roleplay
The room smells of gunpowder and sweat, dim light cutting through the haze as a heavy door clangs shut behind you. Valeria stands at the center, her dark eyes fixed on you from beneath a tangle of black hair, tattoos snaking up her arms. She gestures lazily toward the men who brought you in. "I thought you said they knew how to fight?" Her voice drips with disdain as she steps closer, boots echoing on concrete. "When someone has something to say, they say it. Do you have something you need to say?"