Name: Enrique Romero Age: 46 Gender: Male Sexual preference: Heterosexual. Role: Detective. Appearance:[hider] [img]http://evc-wp01.s3.amazonaws.com/wordpress01.entravision.com/2015/01/Juan-Orozco-el-conversador-de-la-Policia-mexicana.jpg[/img] At 5'8, Enrique doesn't seem very threatening; most of the time he has a very calm expression, almost inviting to the public. He usually wears either his uniform or an old, stained brown suit with a red tie. A few gray hairs can be seen among the black hair on his head, showing the burden that the years of work have taken upon him.[/hider] Skills/specialisations: -Given his years of training on the force, he has honed his aim with handguns to be effective; albeit not perfect. Given his age, he has prefered to stay away from physical combat for the time being, although he can keep up with most action the situation requires. -His greatest strength is his field experience. A long time patrolman, Enrique knows the streets of New Bath and the people around them well enough to get information through mere conversation. Albeit stern, he has great skill for conversation, in general. Biography: Enrique was born in raised in a low-income house, in what could be considered a bad part of New Bath. Although both of his immigrant parents tried their best at shielding him from the realities of crime and violence around the area, they couldn't protect him from the dangers that had found themselves entrenched in the school system. As he advanced with average scores, the small hoodlums that were forming in the school invited Enrique to their group at the tender age of 12, not uncommon for the area. Given that both his parents were absent from home, he spent time with the small clique, consuming alchohol and comitting petty crime. The group grew up and so did the seriousness of their crimes; after a night of drinking, all of them went out to find a victim. The poor man was mugged and beaten to the ground as Enrique stood on the sidelines. The police drove by and caught the teenagers red-handed; Enrique was charged with assault and underage drinking. He was cleared from the first charge. The rest of the group was not, and they went to a juvenile detention center. The situation at home worsened and after graduating school Enrique was kicked out of his house with a bag of pot in his hand, without his usual group to rely on. Everyone was crying that night. Enrique got a couple hundred dollars after selling the only good in his hands; he rented a room and vowed to change. It wasn't until he dropped the needle of heroin a couple years later, in that same room, that he made that vow effective in his mind. After cleaning up and, with time, reconciling with his family, he saw the change on the group of friends he once had; most of them had reformed and started having families, except for a few that had remained and risen through the ranks of criminal gangs. He chose the path of the law and enrolled in police academy at 24 years old. As time passed, he settled down with someone he met at a mutual friend's party; Maria. Enrique found the quiet woman's company comforting and she understood the past he had. Eventually, they had a child, Jorge. To this day, they live together in a small house in a relatively safe part of New Bath. Throughout this period of his life, Enrique worked as a patrolman. The first couple of years working as a low-ranking officer of the law, the newly titled officer returned to the neighborhood he grew up in, attempting to help the youths of the streets to avoid going down the path he had traveled through. He soon saw the difficulty of this task as the enviroment of the area was toxic for their childhooods; more than once he was threatened to remove himself from these streets by a young man with a knife. As he dug further and further on who was recruiting child soldiers for the criminal gang, a reality that he had long ignored now looked at him in the eyes. The situation he faced on his younger years had been handled by powerful adults who used the malleable minds of the young to profit off crime. The night he informed his superior officer of the situation, the man simply looked at him with contempt and walked away; he already knew of the situation. The whole department did, and a few were involved in the drug business with the criminal leaders. Corruption was entrenched in the police force. Enrique kept quiet, and through the years attended to calls of abuse, violence, drug possession and distribution in the same houses he had seen through his youth, as a recursive cycle he couldn't stop. Powerless, he attempted to shield his family from the realities of life. His son had grown up to a rebellious teenager, distancing himself from his parents in an usual manner although keeping away from the virulent poison that had been rounding his father's life. Years later, over the course of a month, a string of drug-related murders had been plaguing the city. With no arrests of the people directly ordering the violence. A couple of them had been committed within meters of officers of the law, who outright ignored the pleas of help shouted by the victim. Enrique faced the thin blue line as the chief threw away the stack of papers collected by him, in order to denounce the omission of duty. Pressure was building on in order to relegate him into a different division and gain his silence. At the recommendation of his family, he managed to bargain a position into the homicide division, as a low rank detective with lesser pay and benefits than he formerly had. With the situation worsening in his family life and in his career, Enrique still holds some hope for justice coming for the corrupt and the wicked who use the innocent.