"Fuck it, I mean c'mon we all die in the end right?"
Name: Enrique Ortega
Age: 16
Offence: Theft, followed by triple count of homicide.
Personality:[/ b] He has no regard for his own life and will put it in constant danger for fun or to help others. He doesnt like to show his emotions considering the few he has could be considered somewhat uncharacteristic of someone such as himself.
[b]History: He grew up with little, his parents were law abiding citizens until one day his mother announced she was pregnant. He knew what this meant, he knew what would happen to the child. He could let it happen so he started stealing food from the storage rooms, only enough so that when the child came it could survive. One day while he was in the store room he was caught, he had managed to steal near a week's work of food in that one run and knew he would be put into custody. But he didnt know the worst consequences of his actions. When the peacekeepers brought him to his home, his father answered the door and the instant it was opened they barged in and saw his mother. Her pregnancy has become somewhat apparent. His father attempted to resist them as they took her but they took him down easily. An hour later Enrique woke up in front of the Floating doors. He sat on his knees as his mother and father cradled each other, he saw one of the peacekeepers move towards the button and Enrique let out a scream. He shouted and pleaded tears streaming from his eyes as he struggled to stand against the bastards. He saw the man look back to the control panel, then there was a sound of wind. But only for a second, after that it was silent, save Enrique's sniffling. He opened his eyes and saw an empty airlock, he looked up at the man that had done the deed. The bastard couldnt even face Enrique. Enrique let his head hang and his body go limp as the peacekeepers lifted him up, he felt them loosen their grips and he lashed out with his left arm. He managed to break free however his right arm was still firmly clasped in the hand of one of the peacekeepers, Enrique spun around and started slamming the bottom of his fist into the mans face. Eventually his grip broke free and Enrique managed to sprint to the airlock control panel, he opened the main door then looked back as the peacekeepers took in what was happening. With a smile he slammed his hand down on the switch and gripped the control panel for dear life, he watched as the three men were sucked into space almost instantaneously alongside some other trash laying around. He closed the door the instant they were out. He collapsed at the foot of the door and put his head in his hands crying, within five minutes peacekeepers arrived and detained him. Since the age of 15 he has been incarcerated.