On Rook, if you want to survive then you have to swim with sharks... However in order to thrive, you have to tread water with three of the biggest sharks out there. No one on Rook knows that better than Carlos.
Carlos' father from the beginning was hoping and expecting a strong, healthy baby boy. The day his child was born, not only did his wife pass away during the labor but he was given a sickly little girl. She supposed that he had gone into some sort of denial. All through her life she had been brought up as if she was a boy. He tended to react negatively at the slightest of feminine traits. Carlos wanted nothing more than the affection of her father... No matter what form he chose to hand it to her. So she played along. It was easy to do when she was younger. All it took was a short haircut and playing rough. However, the thing is, you can't really deny mother nature. As her body transformed before his very eyes the more she saw her father's ire. It took more and more, always more, to keep him happy. For years she had grown up as if she was a boy. Always been referred to as a son and she had always gone along happily with the guise as a male. As she grew she wanted to explore being a girl. She loved her father dearly yet she couldn't deny that she was a girl and wanted to be able to live as a girl. The backlash from her father cut deeper than she had ever expected. Soon after being kicked out of the house she found herself in Rook. Some rich tan beach bunny had taken a liking to her male guise, had taken her into the small group as they partied around the world.
One moment everyone was having fun raising hell in some ramshackle bar. All except Carlos, she stayed away and observed from the corner of the bar. Thats when he walked in with his men. Even in that second he had this presence that just dominated everything in the room. Everything went down in the blink of an eye. Soon she found herself forced down to her knees in line with the others of their group. The tip of his gun rested under her chin and lifted it as he practically purred out,"Ey, look at me. Look at me, fucker." Her eyes looked up and locked with the one man who was to change her life forever. She really couldn't say what he saw in her at that moment. To him, it was just some skinny, broke boy. Yet for what ever reason, he simply stared into her eyes for a moment. Contemplating something that she even to this day couldn't understand. Then after a flick of his tongue to wet his upper lip while his eyes gazed to the side he offered up a deal, rising to stand. A place among his men if 'He put a bullet in all of these fucker's heads'. Those were her first five kills. Since that day she has come to learn just how odd it was for him to offer that deal. Especially with those conditions. He forsook the money just to... test her. Carlos went through training, dancing that thin line all the way. The stakes for her rouse were never higher than they were. Any mistake could land her back under that very same gun that was so close to claiming her life before. For some reason, Vaas took a liking to the 'skinny boy'. During her training, he took special interest in her progress. Big sharks don't really like to tread water with minnows. Yet Carlose supposed he saw something in his crazed mind. Soon enough, Carlos was Vaas' right hand man. They were never seen too far away from each other... Literally. Soon after training Carlos had a private shack. Everyone did after they reached a certain standing within the faction. Yet even with a private shack, she didn't find any sanctuary. Bright and early, she could be woken up by none other than Vaas. While others now knock before even daring to come in, Vaas had a tendency to just open the door and make himself at home. Scared the shit out of her the first morning it happened. She was stripped down to nothing but bra and panty. Carlos had never jolted up so quickly. Yet now she had gotten used to this routine between the two. She adapted and had gotten very good at maintaining that thin veil. .
"...Right, Carlos?", she vaguely heard Vaas ask and saw his body turn toward her a bit.
Without really thinking she merely automatically responded,"Right." Suddenly, Carlos heard the group of men to her side all burst out laughing and hunch over, stumbling in their steps. Vaas wrapped an arm around and brought her closer to lean into her own weight. His other hand came over and ruffled her hair over the cap. Beside him were the other two of Rook's biggest sharks, Hoyt and his favorite merc' Buck. The men recovered as Hoyt said,"I had no idea you had such a close relationship, Vaas."
Vaas merely replied with,"Right hand man, right hand man."
They approached the waiting helicopter and she waited right beside Vaas as they watched the other two men load onto it. Hoyt turned and said with one foot in,"Remember, Baras Town. Get that manifest back." Vaas gave a thumb up before Hoyt finally get in and the helicopter took off to Hoyt's own private island. Both of them turned and set off to begin work. However, she couldn't help but take notice of Vaas' reaction now. He turned his head to look at her and opened his mouth to say something yet it all merely ended up leaving as a chuckle. He turned and walked on only to turn back to Carlos yet again a couple of seconds later. This time Carlos followed suit and turned to face him as well. Yet again Vaas could only manage to chuckle and giggle. It amused her to see him like this. It was rare and in these moments, she found him quite charming. After years of being by his side she had to admit that she did develop a bit of a crush. Vaas attempted communication a couple more times before Carlos just said,"I'm gonna fuck off to look at the newest hostages, yeah?." At this he wrapped an arm around her and began walking toward as he said through laughter,"We'll go together."
He kept his arm swung around her shoulders as they walked to see the newest catch. Vaas was unstable, for a lack of a better word. He wasn't stupid, yet he was scarily unstable in his moods. Vaas wasn't really a very close kind of guy. At least unless it came to Carlos. Many of the other pirates could barely stand to chance being in a room for long periods of time with their leader. Simply being like this with Vaas, could scare the shit out of the other men. Normally if Vaas wrapped an arm around you and was sweet, it was seconds before you were dead. Vaas didn't really like the other pirates. Yet he 'loved' Carlos. At least thats what the other pirates said. Their leader was more stable when Carlos was around and Carlos had since proven that the high position was a right fit. Took a lot to keep things running smooth. They did their best to try and make sure that a lot of the stress didn't reach Vaas and send him in a murdering spree. Yet sometimes that was extremely difficult as Carlos was almost always ever present at the side of Vaas.
As they got to the pathway that lead to the cages Vaas pulled his arm away with a quick pat on Carlos' back as he said,"Still can't believe you agreed that I could fuck you whenever I want." She faultered in her steps and froze for a second as everything. THAT'S WHAT SHE HAD AGREED?! Vaas hadn't noticed or simply was in too good a mood to care as he continued on to the cages. Carlos blushed yet followed soon after.
