Name: Zahil Camillo
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Species: Tabaxi
Height: 6'2
Weight: 149 Pounds
Occupation: Spanish Cartel Organizer
Personality: Unpredictable and somewhat materialistic. Loud, well organized, and above all else? Sarcastic. He isn't afraid of drawing attention to himself, and seeks to bury those he can't enlist to his cause.
"Now, amigo you can continue to work for us, and as a bonus I will give you this Zeta brand machete. Or, you can quit, and I will beat you with this Zeta brand machete."
Attire: Zahil prefers to dress in a manner that best represents him. He can usually be seen wearing button up shirts with tropical or floral designs when he isn't in a well kept suit. His pants are usually simple black dress slacks, and his shoes are a matching color in leather. The feline also sports a pair of black aviators and a dark grey military beret atop his head. A grim reminder of the past he experienced. Lastly, should the feline be agitated enough, he will be seen wearing a black bullet proof vest accompanied by a highly engraved Carcal handgun tucked into his waistband.
"They what? Oh, no, it's fine. I don't mind losing shipments really... Martinez please go get Maria and make sure she is loaded. We are gonna pay our friends a visit."
Background: Zahil originated in a remote location, far south and beyond what normal people would assume to be "the law." His life was unremarkable, and after several years of working on plantations under brutal conditions, he finally got the chance he was waiting for. Long story short, the government, guards, and everyone else who oppressed him were removed forcefully during a revolution. For his participation, he was awarded an opportunity in the business that was being organized. After a few people made threats, some money was exchanged, and a plan was revised, Zahil found himself where he is now. Sitting at a comfortable desk in his comfortable clothes in a nice, slightly guarded home. Now, he spends his days looking for deals to make, people to enlist, and ways to influence his control in the area his boss designated him to keep watch on.
"Man, lemme tell you. I don't have a lot of fears right? Oceans, sure. Stupid people, definitely. But that's about it. Except the boss. I'd sell someone's first born before I disappoint him. I'm not going back to where I started."
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