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Jaun Ramirez
◄  36  ▎   MALE ▎  5'8ft  ►


P R O F I L E
	Juan isn't one to play around he's dead serious and when it comes to the job nothing else could mean the world to him. Taking down bad guys, well it's part of what he does and he does it damn fucking well those who disagree are usually left in hand cuffs or are out of the unit. Juan ain't a big guy he's a little mini Bucko, but that dosen't mean he can't pack a punch. Not it just means they are asking for it, looking back he could see the visions everyone was thinking he'd be nobody. Now he was a hot shot team leader, he trys to keep his ego in check but sometimes that fails. As a leader he likes to lead directly, sometimes he micro manages all aspects of the squad but he's a loving and endearing leader when he's trying to be.  

C H R O N I C L E
	Scum vato from Mexico.

He use to run in a gang it wasen't the type of life he wanted but it was the life he lived, being a young kid in Mexico he made all the wrong choices and some more but that didn't stop him from getting what he wanted from life. Women, money and power but it all came crashing down on the young Mexican, The authorities well they didn't like the fact he was trying to sell coke on the streets. They locked him up until he turned snitched of course, working for the authorities he turned against his own crew - a rat, a snitch that's what he would be remembered as in Mexico.

Though years later as a young adult, he would get out and move to a land of opportunity - The U.S.A. though he never made it to the famed L.A. or NYC he ended up in Ramsey. The place was a shit hole, and without much opportunity he ended up taking work as a security job for a while before quitting years later and joining the RPD. Why would he join as a cop? It was unclear to some but he'd learned to appreciate the other side of the law, he joined up and hit patrol for a while and throughout his years he moved up to RPD Swat where eventually he'd take over the unit. 

M E M O R I E S
	
PC: TBA

E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E

M4A1
- Red dot
- Flashlight mounted
- 5 x 30 rnd mags.

Glock 22
- 3 x 15 rnd mags.
- Flashlight mounted.

Various other mission-specific gear.
Roles: Team Leader
	

𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙 '𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚜

𝙾𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝 & 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛, 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙 '𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 - 𝚗𝚘 𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

"𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍!" 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜, 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 - 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

[𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛]:"𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢?"

[𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛]: 卄Ҝㄒ 卄Ҝㄒ 卄Ҝㄒ 卄Ҝㄒ 卄Ҝㄒ!

[𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛]: "𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!"

[𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛]:"𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐?"

[𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛]: "𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝! 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!"

[𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛]: "𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝! 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗!"

𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙾𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚃 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍. "𝙰𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙." 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚁𝙿𝙳 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚃 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 - 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝙿𝚂 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜.

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙 '𝙽 𝙶𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚝 & 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 - 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 - 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 - 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙼𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍-𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚂 𝚐𝚊𝚜 & 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚝, 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛.

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