working the machine {silvestre}

[rook]

oh joy's arise
the sun has come again to hold you
sailing out the doldrums of the whole week
the polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you
it's all around you, out here

the average big business in district one makes around a million a year in profits, smaller businesses in the same district make less than a third of that, roughly three hundred thousand a year

the third biggest drugs cartel in district one are the víbora, who not only manufacture and distribute high grade "luxury" drugs to district one's elite, but also ship across to the smaller districts through bribing border officials, peacekeepers, and even judges and capitol figures

district ten has more shoreline than the entire coast of district four, this is because of the canals and marshlands that wind through its landmass

there are a minimal amount of businesses in district ten due to its agricultural nucleus. the average big business in district one makes around two hundred thousand a year, and these businesses are sparce. the small businesses make on average around ten thousand a year.

Owen Silvestre had been laundering the Víbora's money in District One for shy over ten years. He was good at it, so good at it that the only way the authorities could identify him was through how wealthy the cartel had become. They looked for footprints, gaps in payrolls, unaccounted-for payments, but there were none. Owen was the invisible man, a mastermind in taking money, distributing it to big businesses and washing it through their accounts, pulling it out clean on the other side.

There was a pretty good stake as reward for his talents, and the Víbora treated Owen well, maybe too well. He took liberties, ran his mouth, pissed off the wrong people with his arrogance and self-inflated ego. He thought himself as part of the cartel, it's accountant if you like. The head of the Víbora, Sariava, was a ruthless unforgiving man, but he had a soft spot for Owen, appreciated all he did for the cartel. Some disagreed, for the Víbora are sacred, like a family, and Owen would never be part of that family.

So, eight-hundred-thousand appeared underneath Owen's bed. Rumours were whispered into the ears of those higher up, and eventually it filtered through to Sariava that Owen had been stealing money. Easily to pull off if you're the one laundering it, right? He became paranoid, furious at the idea, and ordered a raid on the Silvestre house.

You do not steal from the Víbora. If you bite the hand that feeds, you will bite a bullet next. So Sariava pressed a gun against the head of his top money launderer, and rested his finger on the trigger.

"More shoreline than the entire coast of District Four"

"What did you say?"

"You're right you know, about District One, you're right. You've got the Capitol, mainstay law enforcement on your ass, seizing your assets, breathing down your neck."

"I think you should be quiet."

"Look, come on, listen, just listen to me for a second. Alright? Hear me out here. You know, you've got all this money, what, tens of millions a year, and the Peacekeepers take a cut, and high up officials take a cut, you have to pay distribution, workers, you know, border patrol, and you're losing, what, nearly 50% just to keep it hidden?"

"..."

"That's a lot. It's a lot. Come on. Just give it to me, give it all to me and I'll take it down to Ten and I'll wash it. I'll wash it good, I'll wash it all. Give it all to me, come on. Please. I'm good at this, I am, you know I am. Come on."

"In Ten?"

"Yeah."

there are a minimal amount of businesses in district ten due to its agricultural nucleus. the average big business in district one makes around two hundred thousand a year, and these businesses are sparce. the small businesses make on average around ten thousand a year.

there are a minimal amount of businesses in district ten due to its agricultural nucleus. the average big business in district one makes around two hundred thousand a year, and these businesses are sparce. the small businesses make on average around ten thousand a year.

there are a minimal amount of businesses in district ten due to its agricultural nucleus. the average big business in district one makes around two hundred thousand a year, and these businesses are sparce. the small businesses make on average around ten thousand a year.

"Five million, five years"

"Or I'll kill you, your wife, and all four of your children - And not in that order."

The Silvestre Family

Owen Silvestre // [open] // bio
Helena Silvestre // [open] // bio

Tejera Silvestre // [rook] // bio
unnamed Silvestre // [open] // bio
unnamed Silvestre // [open] // bio
unnamed Silvestre // [open] // bio

Santiago Sariava // [open] // bio
unnamed víbora member // [open] // bio
unnamed víbora member // [open] // bio

unnamed local drug dealer // [open] // bio
unnamed local drug dealer // [open] // bio

Apply for plot below:

There's no strict template here. Just what age your character is, and what ideas you have for them. The Silvestres will be laundering a LOT of money in District 10. Owen will be relying a lot on his family's efforts too, and will be expecting them to do what he does.

Each family member will be doing a different job - Owen will be scouting for big businesses and overseeing the whole operation. The children and Helena will be looking for smaller businesses and getting in with local cartels and drug operations.

The Silvestres have been granted a special permissions permit to relocate to District Ten, obtained through a substantial bribe to a high-up Capitol citizenship official, paid for by the Víbora.

This plot will involve some key events that I will essentially map-out at certain points and may involve some RNG to determine the fates of different characters, although nothing will be done without the permission of the characters owners.

Other: FCs of the Silvestre family and Santiago Sariava are of latino ethnicity.

[pup]

yaaaas

Position: Silvestre Child
Name: Samina (Sam) Silvestre
Age: 18
Gender: Female
FC: Alessandra Ambrosio (no one take her plz kthx)
Character Ideas:

Sam is the child tasked with connecting with local drug dealers and cartels and facilitating their process of collecting and distributing drugs with the goal of keeping the operations running smoothly... and not have them stopped by peacekeepers. Part of her duties is to gather information from peacekeepers and to keep them off the trail or to stop them from looking to deep into the different drug schemes using whatever means necessary. Sam herself knows better than to start on the drugs, but she is often also planted as a distributor for the different cartels to help ensure that they aren't going behind her family's back, and has almost been caught in possession of less than legal substances multiple times while making sure that her other clients are begging her for more of those same substances.

[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

Role: Víbora Member #2 or #3
Age: Eighteen ( can be raised )
Name: Cicely Fay | "The Cat"
Gender: Female; cisgender
FC: Gaby Ouellet [ one | two | three ]
Idea: raw concept; subject to change as needed

The daughter of a woman who made a career out of marrying wealthy men under assumed identities and wiring all of their asserts to Santiago's many bank accounts, Cicely has been loyal to the Víbora gang since birth. It's all that she has ever known. Raised by various members of Víbora within their official estate while her mother was away on her many indefinite missions, Cicely considers the entirety of the organisation to be her family. Santiago is as much her father as the nameless man who sired her, and the other female agents of the gang are just as easily referred to as 'Mama' as her true one.

Instead of becoming an escort like her mother, Santiago suggested Cicely be trained in the art of intimidation when her eye defect (coloboma) became noticeable at a young age. Physically capable and business-oriented enough to keep her emotions out of her work, "The Cat" became known throughout One as one of the agents most often sent when debts weren't paid. At first it had just been an ignorant nickname, but with time it has become a title that she wears with pride. A knife to the throat and a sharp stare, and she gets the job done for her boss.

This is exactly why Santiago has sent her to Ten to keep watch over Owen and his family. Granted the same special permissions permit due to several strings pulled by her gang, Cicely has been transferred to a sister cartel for the time being. She has yet to make her presence known, but she keeps close watch to make sure the operation is running smoothly for the Silvestre clan. It is not in her orders to act without reason, but should Santiago grow sceptical of Owen's ability to see his promised task through to the end, all that is needed is one letter to Cicely. Just one letter and it'll be a dagger sliced across seven throats.

The Cat knows little of how blood families get their start,
but she does know how to send a dynasty crumbling.