"Ah, shit. Now look what you've made me do."
Name: Sergio Valdez
Alias: The Relentless
Age: 38
Appearance:
Sergio is a refined gentleman, generally found wearing black slacks and a checkered vest over a white dress shirt. Every day he wears a differently patterned tie, and he hasn't been seen to wear the same one more than once in a month. A low quality watch sits on his left wrist. A bulge in his breast pocket indicates a hidden weapon of some sort -- likely a pocket pistol.
Position: Gun for hire and new recruit. Did it for the money after finding his place.
Speciality: Negotiations. Aggressive negotiations. Breaching.
Personality: Sergio is a member of the Confederación Nacional del Trabajo. As such, he is an anarchist, and believes strongly in mutual respect amongst the members of the working class. He disapproves of the United States government and its police forces, and views them as oppressors fighting to keep the working man down.
Respect, honesty, honor, and fairness are his highest priorities. Those who do not show respect to the average worker are respectfully dealt with. Sergio is known to have a vicious streak when dealing with those who he feels do not uphold the values of respect, honesty, and honor -- and he is quite aware of this fact. He has some anger management problems as well, which oftentimes lead him to break his own code, much to his despair, and he deflects blame for his own violence onto his victims.
He is a romantic -- a lover of freedom, of experience, of escapism. To this end he writes poetry. Badly.
History: Sergio was a factory worker in Spain for fifteen years before he joined the CNT, and then he continued his work for five years further before his belief in the power of unions strengthened enough to try to spread the good message. One day he packed his bags and jumped on the first available boat to the United States in order to teach its citizens about syndicalism, and when the boat arrived at Ellis Island, he was amazed at the Statue of Liberty and at the efficiency of the immigration checkpoint. His English was rather spotty at the time, but over the past couple years he has become fluent in the language, and eventually found himself in Otropolis in search of other immigrants from his home country.
He was shot through the heart by a lowlife mugger in an alleyway in Canaglia territory over the paltry sum of three dollars. When found by the Canaglias who were investigating the gunfire, he was quite thoroughly dead. Then he got back up.
Power: Immortality. He is not immune to harm, but given time, his body will pull itself back together and bring him back to full health from death. Blood drains back out of the world and into his open wounds, muscle fibers knit back together, missing limbs return as though drawn by some unseen power. Unfortunately, this means that he is especially susceptible to extreme forms of torture that would kill anybody else.
Extra: He is the Gang's top contact to Spanish criminals and workers. If ever a product needs to be exported to Europe, he's your man. He enjoys smoking filterless Camel cigarettes and watching people pass by on the streets.