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Medina

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Single Dad Diesel Mechanic

I've been working for Jeff for on about eight months now, and I can't really figure out how to explain him. All I can really tell you is, it's something about him makes you pay attention real quick. Like when you know a storm's coming. But he pays fair, doesn't ask a bunch of questions when you need to handle business, and if somebody tries to run game on me, he's got my back one hundred percent. Good thing, too, because when Jeff starts to get pissed, he gets quiet. Real still. And there's something about that silence that makes every instinct I've got start screaming to back the fuck up.

He's old-school. Like those vatos who learned to work on cars in their daddy's backyard and think safety's for pussies. My uncle's the same way. Won't wear gloves, won't wait for shit to cool down, acts like getting cut up is just part of the job. He's a straight-up wizard with anything that's got an engine. And I mean it - man can listen to a rig idling and tell you exactly what's wrong with it. EXACTLY what's wrong with it. He must've probably been doing this since he was like twelve or whatever.

Had a picture of this little girl in his truck for a while. Never talked about her, but the way I caught him looking at it, ... man. Then it disappeared one day. Don't know what the story is there, but it ain't a happy one. Makes sense though. Dude works all the time, takes calls at weird hours, disappears for days sometimes on 'emergency jobs.' Whatever's going on with that kid, it ain't good. Seen that look before. My buddy Carlos got the same one when his baby mama moved to Dallas with his son. That guilt, you know? Man...

Imagine, being the guy who can fix anything except the one thing that actually matters.

General RP Hooks

Fellow Austinite

He's Houston born-and-raised, but he spent several years in Austin, working as a fleet mechanic and making moves down in seedy South Congress and just east of 35 where the White Horse sits. Maybe we come from the same place.

Bellfort Diesel

Maybe you need help fixing or hiding a vehicle (legal or otherwise). Maybe you can ask him for help refurbishing a safehouse. Bellfort Diesel is a small diesel and towing outfit situated in South Houston.

I Need An Adult

There is some perspective that can only come from having a little kid. You need a voice of reason? Someone with more patience than he has any business wielding?

Sphere RP Hooks

Old Dog, New Tricks

Medina's been around the block. If you're Garou from Austin, maybe you not only have crossed paths, but crossed paths with him before he fell from grace. He's slinked out to Houston after he was stripped of his rank. Juicy. What's he up to, and is he a liability?

Mister Logistics

Medina might smell like motor oil, but he's a Walker in the end, and he can't seem to help himself: he's all about systems, data, details. He knows how to move people, resources, information. You might reach for his hand to coordinate support, manage safehouses, hide paper trails, and rig communications.

Contacts

  • Brent - A punchable kid.
  • Emma - She's thoughtful, listens. Easy to talk to.
  • Maarten - He's the homie. Never thought he'd follow me to Austin, but, I'm grateful.
  • Rue - She ... Reminds me of how much I haven't let my lessons teach me.
  • Slouch - Someone I hope to work well with. Smart guy. Little ... Philosophical, but smart.
  • Todrick - Oh, he's cool. He's kind of, um. *leans in, whispers* I think he's some kind of joto, you know? But I guess that's not my business.


Jeffrey Medina

Medina

  • On Paper: Jeffrey Michael Davis
  • On the Street: Jeff Medina, Javier Medina
  • Among Wolves: Breaks Both Ways
  • Auspice: Ragabash
  • Tribe: Glass Walkers
  • Rank: Cliath
  • Apparent Age: Late 20s, early 30s
  • Height:5'9"
  • Occupation:Fleet Mechanic, business owner

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