Aldarine Posted January 10, 2020 Report Posted January 10, 2020 (edited) Name: Nicole “Nicky” Crawford (formerly Torres -> Harper) Date of Birth: 18/SEP/1990 Nationality: Puerto Rican Relationship Status: Single San Andreas Department of Corrections Correctional Officer III Correctional Emergency Response Team Specialist Operative On the morning of September 18, 1990, Leslie and Nicholas Torres welcomed Nicole into the world at Traverse General Hospital. Born into a wealthy family, Nicole grew up with access to better food, higher quality education in the comfort of her own home, and novelties many could not afford. Even though they moved around every few years, from Puerto Rico to the inland States to Europe, there wasn’t much to complain about and life was great - until the week following her 15th birthday. The night four men in dark suits took her father away was a day she would always remember. Left with her privately depressed mom and no explanation of why her father wasn’t coming home. Nicole did what she could to support her mother while digging into the mysteries surrounding her dad. The more she dug, the worse the truth became. Following days of sneaking, talking, and eavesdropping, Nicole finally hit gold. Her father, the loving, caring, and respected Nicholas Manuel Torres, was second in command of a firearm and drug trafficking ring. The groups of men always at the house playing with her in the backyard and whispering to her dad started to make sense. The countless hours of weapons training she went through with her dad and “uncles” started to click. The frequent “fix your stance” “lead with your right” “1, 2, dodge, hit, hit” held new meaning. Of course, following this discovery, Nicole did what any shocked and sheltered 15 year old would do and went to her mother. What a mistake that was. Leslie, having her nightly pre-coma date with vodka, knew it all and spilled every dirty detail to Nicole. Talk of drugs, bribes, and possible murder shattered everything Nicole loved and believed in. Her world was rocked to the core. For the next 2 years, Nicole lived a double life. During the day she was the home schooled rich girl who laughed and smiled in public with her mom. Once the neighborhood porch lights turned off, she snuck out of the house to drink, experiment with drugs, and flirt with danger with her new group of “friends.” It became her escape from all the craziness in life. There was no point truly being “perfect” when only disappointment was waiting around the corner. Waiting it was. Nothing really can compare to having your father taken away from you at 15 and coming home to a scribbled “You’re a pain” note on the fridge of an empty house at 16. Not only was her father gone, but now Nicole had absolutely nobody to turn to. Word of her family disgrace quickly spread through the grapevine. From the sins of her father to her mother abandoning her for alcohol with a sprinkle of her nighttime misbehaving on top. There was no more hiding from the truth and no more trying to maintain a squeaky clean image. It just wasn’t worth it anymore. Making a life on your own as a 16 year old isn’t the easiest feat. Selling drugs, picking pockets, and swiping from stores was the only real way. From this, Nicole had her fair share of bump ins with law enforcement. Most of the time she was thrown in holding as a slap on the wrist, other times a kind judge would verbally reprimand her then send her back into the streets. Judge Brett Harper had a heart of gold but his patience was wearing thin. After the 10th meeting in his chambers, the judge finally put his foot down, threatening real jail time if Nicole stepped out of line one more time. On the exterior Nicole didn’t care about jail but on the inside she shivered with fear. How would she survive without her street methods? Jail time, at this point, was seemingly inevitable. She worked the streets but it was all small petty things. Could she even handle herself surrounded by hardcore criminals? All hope was going up in flames. Until she appeared and by she we mean the smart, quick witted, and self made force of nature, Elena Torres, better known as Aunt E. Aunt E gave Nicole two options, the first, to continue her ways and end up in jail, or the second, to clean up her act and move in. There was absolutely no question as to which was the better option. Nicole swallowed her pride and agreed to the terms. Days turned into months which went on for 2 years. Nicole cut ties with her old crowd, stopped doing drugs, finished high school, and worked her way from cashier to shift supervisor of a small clothing store. Things were looking up and honestly the past was nothing but a distant memory. Now she had friends, a relationship, money, a good job, and living with her aunt was good for her credibility. No longer was Nicole the bad good girl. She was respected and people smiled and waved when passing by on the street. All this time, Nicole forgot the most valuable lesson she learned during her days on the streets. Reality can be a bitch when it’s time for a wake up call. “She’s just like her parents. I’m only helping to keep everybody quiet. You know what they say… never abandon your family. My brother was a piece of shit but I have to be the nice sister. At least the extra money keeps the maids happy.” When would Nicole learn? If something seems too good to be true, then it probably is. Nobody would care about her and take her seriously if she was nice. Her father risked their livelihood, her mother picked cheap vodka over her own flesh and blood, even her aunt cared more about her image and money. If home was where you were supposed to feel safe, secure, and loved, this sure as hell wasn’t it. The only time Nicole felt that without a doubt was on the streets. Unfortunately, she already severed those ties years ago. Realizing there was no place left for her, Nicole ran to the last person she prayed she could still believe in. He who previously scolded her for her behavior yet took her under his wing to teach her the art of medicine and law enforcement after swinging his gavel for the last time. Formerly Judge and now simply Mr. Harper, listened to Nicole’s story through her sobs. Not a word of judgement, ill will, or disappointment passed his lips. It was only when she woke up on the Harper’s couch and saw a backpack with an envelope in front of it that a genuine smile reached her eyes for the first time in so long. Find Your Freedom Love Maisy & Brett 18 years of lies, betrayal, and manipulation. It was time for a fresh start. With the backpack open and resting on her lap, Nicole Torres looked down at the stamped document in her hands before turning her eyes to the stranger appearing to her right. “Excuse me, Miss, is this seat taken?” Shaking her head side to side with a smile, Nicole nodded to the empty seat beside her. “Also… it’s Nicole… Nicole Harper.” The next words that rang through the air had such a pleasant tone nothing could possibly compare. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking…” The next few years Nicole would spend her time traveling around the states looking for purpose and a way to create her new life before finally setting her feet down in the state of San Andreas and beginning her next chapter. (( Disclaimer: All information posted in the forum is strictly for entertainment purposes and to track my character story. None of what is posted here should be used in character in any way, shape, or form. Thank you for reading and I hope you join me as I log my adventures. )) Edited February 5, 2020 by Aldarine 9 1 Quote
