Meanwhile, I'll slip in a Master. There's still plenty of spots available for [i]them[/i]!

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[b]Name[/b]: [color=powderblue]Joaquin Carrillo Fuentes[/color]
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Age[/b]: 52
[b]Height[/b]: 5'5''
[b]Weight[/b]: 165 pounds
[b]Blood Type[/b]: B+
[b]Birthday[/b]: July Eighth
[b]Nationality[/b]: Mexican

[b]Magecraft[/b]: Alchemy (Chemicals)

[b]Abilities[/b]: 
[i]Culero Grande[/i]: Joaquin is an ingenious fellow, and has managed to perfect the art of creating fantastic elixirs and potions using his vast library of chemical and arcane knowledge. Using a potion lasts for about half an hour, and makes its user feel [i]very[/i] good. Joaquin's potions inflict their full effects on humans and Mages, but have a significantly reduced effect on Servants and other magical constructs. A brief list of Joaquin's favorite potions follows.
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[*][b][color=gold]Despertadore[/color][/b]: A stimulant of inhuman proportions, Despertadore is capable of wiping away someone's fatigue and giving them a hefty boost to their speed and reflexes on top. Curiously enough, Despertadore has [i]no[/i] withdrawal symptoms or detrimental effects, beyond the abnormal habitual changes incurred by regular caffeine usage.
[*][b][color=lightblue]Murietta[/color][/b]: A very useful but bitter potion, Murietta grants impeccable accuracy and strangely-focused intelligence. Nearly all of its users brainpower will be dedicated solely to target trajectories, ballistic calculations, and tactical simulations. A marksman hopped up on Murietta is nearly impossible to outshoot.
[*][b][color=darkred]Cucuy[/color][/b]: Named after the infamous folkloric ghost monster, Cucuy transforms its user into a beast of a man. Like PCP, Cucuy grants a phenomenal boost to strength and endurance, allowing normal men to lift cars bare-handed and shrug off bullets. Unlike PCP, Cucuy does this through magical enhancement, rather than numbing their perceptions. Recovering from a dose of Cucuy takes some time, as it severely strains its user's muscles.
[*][b][color=darkgreen]Debilitante[/color][/b]: A potent, pungent poison that causes immediate sluggishness, followed by unconsciousness for between five minutes to an hour. Debilitante is relatively safe to use, and cannot cause lasting nerve damage.
[*][b][color=red]Diablos[/color][/b]: A peculiar brew, Diablos gives its user a belly full of fire and a head full of the unknown. Diablos grants a small amount of pertinent knowledge as soon as it is used, with subsequent dosages delivering more and more information. The major downside to using Diablos is the intense stomach pain and maddening anger [i]also[/i] granted by it.
[*][b][color=FFEFDB]Señor Huesos[/color][/b]: If ever there was an official drug for mystics and shamans, Señor Huesos would be it. Sharing many traits with peyote and nutmeg, Señor Huesos temporarily sends its user into a coma, where they will undergo a quest for enlightenment. Unlike Debilitante, Señor Huesos needs a [i]willing[/i] participant for it to take effect. For some reason, every user shares the same "spirit guide": a skeletal farmworker wearing clothing approximately similar to the fashion from the user's home country and time period.
[*][color=black][b]La Llorona[/b][/color]: A dark, inky potion that smells and tastes like motor oil, La Llorona is a terrorist's wet dream. A dose of La Llorona immediately plunges its user into a waking nightmare, filled with vivid hallucinations. La Llorona is mostly harmless, outside of the damage it causes to one's heart and sanity.
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[i]Envicia[/i]: Through the use of advanced magic, Joaquin can telekinetically replace up to eight grams of any liquid with an equal amount of any other liquid. For the most part, Joaquin can use this to dope someone up from afar and little. Unfortunately, [i]Envicia[/i] requires a significant amount of concentration to work, and the slightest mix-up will result in the spell having no effect whatsoever.

[b]Skills[/b]: 
[i]Gavillero[/i]: Joaquin is a dab hand with both handguns and rifles, but prefers big, loud, flashy guns. At all times, Joaquin carries a carefully-concealed .38 revolver, with four clips of spare ammunition.

[i]Genuino Jíbaro[/i]: Joaquin has a master's degree in chemistry, and so knows quite a bit about 

[b]Appearance[/b]: Joaquin exemplifies the stereotypical image of a Mexican drug lord. With a white-and-blue leisure suit, plenty of gold jewelry, fancy black dress shoes, and a gorgeous hard-won tan, Joaquin considers himself [i]very[/i] handsome. Joaquin's face is surprisingly unscarred, with a wispy gray goatee and a slightly too-big nose. Joaquin's hair is kept short, straight, and well-kept at all times. Joaquin's hair color is [b][color=323232]charcoal[/color][/b] rapidly fading into [b][color=D5D5D5]gray[/color][/b].

[b]Personality[/b]: Joaquin does his damnedest to seem as pleasant and affable as possible, and often succeeds. Though he has quite a sadistic streak and treats his closest allies with casual scorn, Joaquin is genuinely friendly to his business partners and strangers. When Joaquin [i]is[/i] driven to full-blown anger, however, he lashes out extraordinarily violently and, for lack of a better word, flips his lid. All in all, Joaquin is a thick layer of hideous anger tightly wrapped in a veil of casualness.

[b]History[/b]: Born in a lower-class neighborhood in Guadalajara, Joaquin saw the effects of urbanization and mass-migration firsthand. Joaquin's family had, through several phenomenally bad decisions, gone from a once-prestigious family of Mages to a barely-marked shadow of its former glory, with only  Joaquin's grandmother and a collection of dusty tomes of lore to mark their footnote in history. Through the unending insistence of his grandmother and a strange fixation on the family's history, Joaquin learned of his lineage and of magic. Every summer, Joaquin would return to his grandmother's side, and every summer, Joaquin would spend all his free time learning and practising magic. Though his friends considered his strange fixation on such ridiculous things as magic to be unusual, they opted not to make note of it.

Thanks to a [i]very[/i] well-written essay on the economic fluctuations in low-income neighborhoods, Joaquin earned a free-ride scholarship at the University of Guadalajara. Joaquin quickly went for a degree in biochemistry, and awed his professors with his phenomenal dedication to his work. His master's thesis, "Observing The Correlations Between Natural Coca Outcrops and Worker Migration Patterns", was seen as quite controversial but unusually insightful. Joaquin graduated with flying colors and a fresh head full of chemical knowledge... and a number of unscrupulous peers who knew a guy who was hiring some [i]cooks[/i] for some [i]natural remedies[/i]. It need not be said that Joaquin found himself wrapped up in the business of making and selling hard drugs in a notorious cartel known only as Los Cráneos.

Joaquin took to his new calling with Los Cráneos surprisingly well, and earned the respect of [i]el jefe[/i] in short order. Over the years, Joaquin rose through their ranks, learning far too much about human nature, chemical dependency, and cartel protocol for one man to take. Indeed, when Joaquin found himself as one of [i]el jefe's[/i] most trusted officers, he realized he had [i]changed[/i]. Unfortunately, a raid by Mexican government operatives had successfully managed to eliminate [i]el jefe[/i], along with a good portion of Los Cráneos' personnel and product. In the ensuing chaos, Joaquin snatched the reins of Los Cráneos, and forced himself into a position as their [b]new[/b] [i]el jefe[/i]. As a final act of control over his comrades, Joaquin expunged all memory of the previous [i]jefe[/i]'s name and history from the gang's records, and set them on a much more profitable path... creating and selling [i]magical[/i] drugs, and spreading the knowledge of magic to those who are willing to pay for it.

Currently, Joaquin is on a "business trip" to Japan. Supposedly, there's a certain group of [i]community leaders[/i] who are interested in Joaquin's fantastic products and numerous secrets, and are willing to pay out the nose for it. What Joaquin doesn't expect is that he will become part of one of the most prestigious, deadly, and important events in the world, and that the prize these [i]community leaders[/i] are offering may not be in cash.


[b]Mystic [/b][b]Code[/b]: Joaquin's mystic code is an exquisitely-crafted gold ring that he wears at all times. There are no outstanding engravings on the outside of the ring, but the inset is a single nugget of [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1f/Wismut_Kristall_und_1cm3_Wuerfel.jpg]bismuth[/url]

[b]Other[/b]: Joaquin is [i]el jefe del combo[/i], and has a sizeable gang back in Central America. For his time in Japan, however, he only has his two best friends, Pepe and Jorge.
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