Los Lobos de la Sierra

[Kushiel]

 

During the height of the U.S.-Mexico relations under the Porfiriato, a single deal between the American Government and local landowners in the borderlands of Mexico would lead to the formation of a ramshackle band of rogues and ruffians of all sorts. In 1887, a large haul of gold bars approximating to about two-million US Dollars in worth was being transported to the prosperous city of Monterrey by way of Monclova in Coahuila de Zaragoza. This information, however, reached an individual whose greed would change much. 

Ramiro Narváez, a military captain of the local Cavalry Regiment and son of a local land-owner, used this information to try and make it big on persuasion of his maternal cousin, Vasco Pedrosa. The two, alongside close friend Eleodoro Zúñiga, as well as some of Ramiro's sub-officers and soldiers attempted to stage an accident for this train as it was planned to come through.

A small trading post along the rail lines, known as San Juan, was set ablaze by the avaricious Captain and used as a roadblock to stop the train. However, no sooner had they overtaken the train that the real plot was made clear to them. The train was meant to be robbed, but not by them.

The Federal official who had slipped Ramiro the information in the first place in return for payment, instead alerted the military who rushed in force to protect the American gold and avoid an international incident from further escalation. In the conflict, several close comrades of the trio were slain or captured. Ramiro, Vasco and Eleodoro fled north across the border before the news reached American troops, pretending to be rail workers to gain entry. Once past, they continued on their roguish activities for some time..

In 1889, Eleodoro avoided detection as both Vasco and Ramiro were caught and arrested separately, though found themselves together again in Sisika Penitentiary, nestled on an island on the Lannahechee River.  

With countless charges against the two, freedom became a fantasy and although neither a hangman nor a firing squad would claim their souls, it seemed that they were meant to live out destitute lives behind the sordid and swampy cells of Sisika.
That is until, a storm rushed over.

On April 26th, 1900, a heavy rainstorm gave the perfect cover for the Sisika Eight to escape from the prison. Among them included the two cousins from Coahuila de Zaragoza.

Whether due to desperation or due to destiny, two more prisoners, Ray Carter, an Alabama-born African-American, as well as New Mexico-born Apache known as 'Dark Eyes' or Ojos Oscuros tagged along in the chaos of the storm, fleeing through the swamps of Bayou Nwa and through Roanoke Ridge, until they reached some semblance of safety initially at Annesburg. From there, horses were stolen, so were clothes and on the way, even robberies were committed in order to secure themselves with weaponry and wealth. 

With arms to secure their freedom, the criminal quartet escaped deeper into the South-West, slipping through Blackwater and then further beyond, to the shelter and solace of safety from the hand of the law..

 

(made by @iaduj16)

Spoiler

This faction aims to portray a realistic and reasonable band of outlaws, exiles and outcasts of Spanish-speaking Mexican, Mestizo and Native descent. A strong focus is provided towards decent, humane and respectable portrayal of Mexican characters and we aim towards quality over quantity. The group will be focused on criminal activity and outlaw behavior around the counties bordering the Flat Iron Lake and further beyond. 

We aim to recreate a general environment akin to that of the Red Dead Redemption 2 - Van Der Linde Gang, and therefore conflict and criminality will not be a constant.
There will be times of lull in between raids, heists and schemes, and players who wish for non-stop action will not find it appealing.

On joining the faction, Character Kill Permissions are automatically provided to the leadership and opting out will be done in extreme circumstances or for protected characters. 

If your hope is to make a one-dimensional ethnic character, you need not apply. 
If your idea of outlaw roleplay is exploding the heads of anyone involved in the opposing side, you need not apply.

Meta-gamed information from the thread or any media posted in relation to the faction will be reported with scrutiny.

Those looking to join with low or minimal knowledge of the culture or society but with a willingness to learn are welcome.

All recruitment is IN-CHARACTER and trust, loyalty and respect play crucial parts in the correspondence and creativity of the gang. While Non-Spanish speaking members may be recruited, it is extremely unlikely.  Friendships, partnerships and associations made will help to create a more entertaining experience for all involved.

For OOC inquiries, feel free to contact @Kushiel, @Mirgy, @souti  on Forums, OR  Contact on Discord to kushiel, mirgy_ or souti.

Credits:- @kate and @Grumsman for image editing, @iaduj16 for cinematics and @Dark_Knight for the Event to start this all off!

 

[Kushiel]

Juan Bautista Ramiro Narváez y de la Calzada  was born the eldest and only son of a well-placed land-owner and horse rancher in the plains of Coahuila de Zaragoza, enjoying seldom the pleasures of a warranted lifestyle like his cousin, though he did further enjoy the company of the ranch's adoptive Indigenous, Mestizo and Afro-Mexican laborers.  Being taught from a youthful age to hunt, ride, fight and command, he was certain that his life, just like that of his cousin, would blossom to that of unimaginable achievements and renown beyond reason.

Initially, perhaps such was the case. An admission and professional training at the Heroico Colegio Militar at the time based in Chapultepec Castle, with subsequent merits, class achievements and honors provided; he completed his education and found placement as an officer behind a table. Disappointed at not seeing action, he pulled every string and connection he had made through his time in the military academy to have himself placed closer to home, protecting the borders against the Apacheria menace.
This would become his first remarkable error..

The skirmishes of the Apache-Mexico Wars and the massacres that exhaled from them had distressed the once eager and bloodthirsty officer, and before long he began to truly consider how worthy he was as a man, to be killing the same sort of people he had once broken bread with. Whether blood was worth spilling at all?

Although promoted to the rank of First Captain, what little remained of Ramiro's network, he consumed to return to Coahuila, stationed as captain of the local military garrison in the mid-way of Piedras Negras and Monclova. There, on an opportune, or perhaps twisted moment, a Federal officer who he had once considered a friend, advised Ramiro of a large convoy of gold bars to be brought to Monterrey, and certain weak points were pointed out to the Captain. Perhaps the reasoning was to protect said points.. or to exacerbate them. Whichever it was, remains uncertain as the Captains actions afterwards would lead to his second remarkable error..

Vasco Domingo Alano Pedrosa y de la Calzada  was born “with a silver spoon in his hands” on the estate of a wealthy latifundista in the province of Coahuila de Zaragoza. Brought up by numerous nannies and receiving an excellent education in Mexico City from a very young age, he was already provided with the future of a grandiose career in the army and then in politics, due to being the son of one of the more influential local plantadores.

But the atmosphere of permissiveness, impunity and irresponsibility, hidden behind the facade of morality and arrogance, raised a man who was driven by two forces - thirst and passion. Thirst for money, fame, women. Passion, hot and frightening.

When the number of the son's bastards exceeded all possible limits of the father's patience, and when the mother's heart was finally broken by bilious contempt, Vasco was sent away from the estate. But not to the capital garrison, as he was promised. But to the Mexican-American border.

Threatened with the complete disinheritance and the loss of family connections, that gave him access to prestigious roles and nearly endless funds to satisfy his lavish wants, the prodigal son grew more and more bitter and resentful of his well-connected father. At this time a nasty voice at the back of his mind started whispering words of ambition, of necessity to prove something to everyone and to himself.  

There, in the cavalry regiment, the villainous fate again brought him together with Ramiro, the cousin with whom he grew up. Fate was not evil towards Vasco, but towards Ramiro, for the man who became a sergeant turned out to be a real serpent tempter on the captain’s shoulder. Which was proven as soon as rumors of a train loaded with gold passing through San Juan reached their ears.

[souti]

 

Eleodoro Zúñiga Zúñiga is, among many other disqualifiers, an opportunistic scoundrel from the lands of Coahuila who, due to his condition of being the bastard son of a hacendado, had to take his mother's surname twice. He preferred to take the bull by the horns and start a life in the less than legal plans of his two childhood friends, Vasco and Ramiro.   

He saw a good early education; his father's expectations of him were lost when other offspring were born, and young Eleodoro resented it for life. Destined to wander with nothing to his name but a revolver stolen from his wealthy father's cabinets, this Lobo is nothing more than a coyote and a pack animal. Loyalty to Ramiro and Vasco is undeniable, and he would follow them to what in Spanish is known as INFIERNO.

 

 

 

[ZelZel]

 

Ray Carter was a black man who lived in Alabama during the 1890s, a period marked by racial segregation and economic hardship, especially for African Americans. Ray, known in his small town as a skilled handyman, could fix just about anything. Whether it was repairing a roof, mending a fence, or fixing a wagon, Ray was the go-to man. Despite his proficiency and hard work, he struggled to make ends meet. The pay was meager, and opportunities for black men were scarce. To supplement his income, Ray turned to petty theft. He would slip into homes and businesses, taking small items or cash when he thought no one would notice. It was a dangerous game, but one that he felt was necessary to survive. His reputation as a reliable worker masked his illicit activities, allowing him to evade suspicion for some time. Ray's primary employers were two white men, Samuel Harris and Thomas Reed. They owned several properties in the town and hired Ray frequently for maintenance work. Despite relying heavily on his labor, Samuel and Thomas treated Ray with disdain. They underpaid him, belittled him, and subjected him to frequent verbal and physical abuse. Ray endured their mistreatment in silence, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

As the years went by, the constant abuse took its toll on Ray. He grew increasingly resentful of Samuel and Thomas, his frustration boiling over. One particularly harsh winter, after an especially brutal confrontation, Ray reached his breaking point. The injustice and cruelty he had endured became unbearable. Late one night, Ray crept into the barn where Samuel and Thomas were known to spend their evenings drinking. He confronted them, and in a fit of rage, overpowered the two men. Using a length of sturdy rope, Ray hung both Samuel and Thomas from the rafters of the barn. The scene was gruesome, a stark testament to years of pent-up rage and desperation. The discovery of the bodies shocked the town. Suspicion quickly fell on Ray, given his close association with the victims and his presence at the scene. It didn't take long for the authorities to arrest him after he fled across the states, landing at the border of South Tahoma. The trial was swift with biased decisions, and despite the overwhelming evidence of his mistreatment, the court showed little sympathy for Ray. He was sentenced to six months in prison—a surprisingly lenient sentence, likely due to the complexities of the case and the undercurrents of racial tensions that influenced the proceedings. Though his fate would be crushed and changed. Internal corruption changed his sentence behind closed doors resulting in a new sentence of death.

In prison, Ray reflected on his actions and the life that had led him to that fateful night. His time behind bars was harsh, and it spawned ill thoughts to the man. He became angry and resentful to the world. Ray knew there was no hope for him anymore, and took the chance to escape Sisika prison with a band of unlikely souls that were facing a similar fate. He left the walls with a group of Mexican men who had served a much longer time than him. And while there was a language barrier, they seemed to understand their mutual goal; survival in a world that was against them now.

 

[ZelZel]

 

[Kushiel]

[Bandini]

...Mantequilla...

[ZelZel]

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[Mirgy]

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Y miré, y he aquí un caballo amarillo: y el que estaba sentado sobre él tenía por nombre Muerte
                          - Apocalipsis 6:7-8

Usual day in the rotten grogery at the edge of the world was interrupted by the appearance of message bearers from across the San Luis river - old debts demanded to be paid.

Last moments spent with La Familia, before they made ready for war.

 

 

[Kushiel]

[Eastlane]

 

[Bandini]

Se hizo el silencio
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El Santo