Name: Alex Barrientos
Biological Sex: Male
Age: 24
Birth date: March 4
Occupation: Tattoo Artist
Appearance:

- Height = 5’9”
- Weight = 155 lbs semi-athletic
- Body Decorations = His entire body is covered in tattoos. His ears are pierced, but he doesn’t wear earrings anymore.
Personality: Imaginative, Thoughtful, Friendly, Nurturing, Peaceful
Thoughts on:
- Religion: I come from a Catholic family. As god is my witness I do believe in the power of the almighty, but I’m not as devout my mom.
- Sports: I used to play soccer as a kid, I still do sometimes, but most of the time it’s basketball for me and my buddies.
- Arts: Because I’m a tattoo artist pretentious pricks think i'm not an artist and all i do is but trashy punk stuff and tramp stamps.and that’s bull. I make art of all kinds. I just chose tattooing as my medium because it's awesome.
- Law: Cops are just people trying their best so I try not to make their lives too hard when I can, plus I have a cousin who is a cop. She's awesome.
- Sex: Sex is good even when it’s bad, like pizza.
- Science: I’m not a scientific guy, complicated stuff make my head hurt and I don’t wanna think too much about this subject, next please.
- Government: I’m an artist, a tattoo artist so yeah the government and all the old white guys running it have never been on my side. I don’t care much for politics and the government in general, but since being a Democrat is the lesser of two evils I side with them.
- America: My roots come from Mexico, not America, but will I ever go to live in Mexico? Never, well for now never. America’s not perfect, but I've lived here all of life and I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.
- Apocalypse: It’s a fun idea to play around with, but I doubt it's as fun as people think it would be.
- Humans: We’re not so bad. We suck sometimes, but we're pretty cool when it counts.
- Death: My grandfather lived a full life, and he died with a smile. All I wish is that when I die it would be like his death. Peaceful, easy, and surrounded by the people that love me.
- Life: All I want in life is to live it the fullest without any regrets. Also I want to live a long life and die old, not in some sort of accident, or get murdered.
Background:
- Alex was born and raised in San Fernando California, also known as the valley, the place where millions of immigrants come from.
- Alex was born into a big, family oriented family. He is a third generation Barrientos. His great grandparents came from Mexico when they were children and planted their seed in America when they were in their twenties. They had three children, Alex’s grandparents. Alex’s grandparents had six children, Alex’s mom being the youngest. Alex’s mom had six children where Alex is the oldest.
- Alex comes from a big family, a big Mexican, Puerto Rican, Filipino, etc. family with over a couple of dozens of relatives and extended family members. Alex himself is quarter Mexican and Filipino and half Salvadoran. He is the oldest of six siblings and as such a lot of responsibilities fell on him. He wanted his parents to be proud of him by being the best older brother possible, but he caved. He was twelve and he caved. The majority of his teenage years involved him being rebellious, stupid, and a constant failure to his own eyes. He barely got by in school, he started drinking, and smoking cigarettes and pot, and did some. There were worse thing that could have happened, but inside he hated himself for not being the best version he could be, but he couldn’t stop himself from being a mess up. He was sixteen when he decided to do something really stupid which turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to him.
- He was sixteen when he got a tattoo and it was one of the best things that ever happened to him. The process was cathartic. He got his name and birthday tattooed on his left bicep. He was crying the whole time and he thanked the artist for doing it. It was a life changing experience for him and it made him feel alive. From there on, he knew he wanted to get more tattoos, not just as a form of expression and art, but also as a therapy.
- He barely finished high school, but he did just so he could become a tattoo artist. He felt lame in thinking that it was his calling, but that’s how it was for him. After that first tattoo it was like something in him just clicked. Like most parents they didn't agree with the life choices he made, but they didn’t stop him. It took a lot of begging and pleading, but he got himself a job in the same tattoo place as a helper while he enrolled himself in a community college to get an art degree.
- He was 21 when he was finally old enough to become a certified tattoo artist. He was an apprentice for a few years after being certified, but it was all worth it. He was good at his craft and he had his own style that blended street art and tattoo styles he learned while working in the parlor with the traditional, classic, and modern art forms he learned in college, and his regulars loved it. He had just turned 24 when he finally officially got rid of the apprentice status, got promoted to a full time tattoo artist, finished his transfer requirements, and got accepted to a small university where he could get an art degree (something he didn’t really think about doing). Life was great.
- It was the first week after his 24th birthday when he got a new client, a blonde woman, wanting to get a tattoo on her stomach. It was an odd experience for him since he’s never got a client who was more interested in him rather than the tattoos. He’s had men and women flirt with him a few times before and he always appreciated it, but this felt different. It felt like an interview. After a few days of meeting the lady finally decide to get a tattoo on her right shoulder. The same day he got a call from his mother saying there was a party at his parents place. He didn’t think much of it since it was something his mother liked to do, hold parties with friends and families. It was nice, it felt like home, but it didn’t feel quite right. Something felt off and he could feel it, but he enjoyed himself anyway. He got drunk, he ate his small worries away and he slept in his old room. That night his family members watched as a blond woman wearing a suit came in with a group of men took him away. His mother cried her eyes out while he was sleeping like an idiot child.
Skills:
- Alex is an artist. His main form of media involves ink on skin, but Alex has some formal training in drawing, watercolor, oil painting, sculpting, and pottery. He considers himself a good artist in most forms of media, good enough that he can transition them to his work.
- After graduating high school Alex enrolled to a community college to get an art degree. He’s been there for four years now and he’s learned a lot. He’s taken numerous art classes, and the required classes. He’s knowledgeable in multiple art related subjects like making paint, uses of art, art history, art interpretation, and subject themes involved in art.
Miscellaneous:
- Alcohol: I’ve gotten drunk so many times that you’d think it wouldn’t be funny anymore, but you’d be wrong
- Smoke: I’ve smoked, still do, but nothing excessive.
- Drugs: I’ve smoked pot before and had an LSD trip once or twice. I’m not an addict or anything, but when you run out of ideas a good trip is something I appreciate.
Equipment
- Standard package
- Art supplies (includes various pens, pencils, paints, markers, sketchpad, rulers etc.)
- A note, to make room for the art supplies Alex has less clothes than the others and the rope is shorter to compensate for the added weight.
Questions:
1. “You washed up on a deserted tropical island, alone. Right beside you is a box, what’s inside?”
A year’s supply of my mother’s home cooked carne asada quesadilla.
2. “The government has shut down and you are all on your own, what is your immediate objective?”
I’ll go home, find my family and I don’t know. I’ll roll with the punches I guess, but family comes first.
3. “You have been tasked to do something very important by someone important at the cost of your own safety, would you do it?”
Yeah, probably. It depends on what the thing is, but yeah I’ll probably do it. Yeah.
4. “A nuclear bomb has just gone off and you are now hiding in your shelter, would you allow strangers to come in to your bunker?”
Complete strangers? Not really. If it was family it would be something else, but letting complete strangers into some place is plain stupid. Who knows what they would do?
5. “Someone you love dearly is dying, and the only cure is at the hands of someone who will never give it to you freely. What do you do?”
Why is that even a god damn question? What kind of prick wouldn’t do what needs to be done for the people they love.
6. “If you were left alone to do something freely, what is your first action?”
Do some sketching. I’ve been meaning to work on landscapes since they kind of suck.
7. “Would you ever give up?”
I did, once. I don’t wanna be in that kind of place again. I don’t like me when I was like that.