Reynaldo Estrada
(a.k.a. The Reluctant Narco)
Growing up in the slums of Barrio Trinidad in Medellin, Colombia, Reynaldo Estrada thought he
would enter the military to escape the drug trade. As fate would have it, he ended up using his
skills as a pilot in the Colombian Air Force as a drug trafficker, scuttling cocaine to the United States and insane amounts of money back home. Miami became an increasingly common destination for him, and by the 1980s he was a fixture in cartel activity in the city. Smart, competent, and mild-mannered, he became the prime recruit of a pack seeking an entry into narco- trafficking money as a means of financing their attacks on the Camarilla. After surviving the Creation Rites, he adjusted to his new condition, seeing it as a step above jail or the morgue. He tried to keep up his duties in the cartel but found the limitations of his new condition too much to bear. It also did not help that the U.S. was increasingly intervening in Colombian affairs to kill or capture Pablo Escobar, which was empowering the rival cartel in Cali.
He had little choice but to go freelance, getting large drug shipments into Miami on irregular contracts. Most of his profit went to his pack and the war effort, while he took all the risk. Reynaldo turned informant, claiming (correctly) his pack was embezzling the money for their personal gain, in imitation of the despised Camarilla. He found an ally in Cesar Rodriguez, who happened to have a contract against Reynaldo's pack for plotting against the Archbishop. Together, they destroyed the pack and absorbed the survivors into Los Perros del Noche. Ever since, Reynaldo has used his contacts and knowledge of the Miami drug trade to finance the local Sabbat with millions (out of billions) in stolen drug money. He also has connections to most of the underground transport in the region; if it can be smuggled in or out of the city, he knows about it. Ostensibly, Reynaldo's links to Miami's criminal underworld and the Colombian cartels are held in common to Los Perros, but the reality is that he keeps a handful of secrets to himself to stay indispensable to the pack. He made sure he was financially secure for eternity long ago; his only concern now is ensuring the coffers of the local Sabbat never go empty. Reynaldo's contacts include a few former cartel members and some Mexican and El Salvadoran gangsters as well, keeping Los Perros aware of new gangland developments. He follows a strict rule of not permitting he and his progeny any ghouls or mortal identities, he does not hide who or what he is, and he takes seriously Sabbat principles of not playing at being mortal. In truth, he now abhors the cartels and what they have done to his homeland and would love nothing more than to sever all ties he has to them. Their value, however, makes him valuable, and so he grows and nurtures those ties every night with every deal he makes. At some point, he figures, he will wrest free of that rotten world, but for the time being, he remains within it, but apart, waiting for the right time to change things up—whenever that is.
He had little choice but to go freelance, getting large drug shipments into Miami on irregular contracts. Most of his profit went to his pack and the war effort, while he took all the risk. Reynaldo turned informant, claiming (correctly) his pack was embezzling the money for their personal gain, in imitation of the despised Camarilla. He found an ally in Cesar Rodriguez, who happened to have a contract against Reynaldo's pack for plotting against the Archbishop. Together, they destroyed the pack and absorbed the survivors into Los Perros del Noche. Ever since, Reynaldo has used his contacts and knowledge of the Miami drug trade to finance the local Sabbat with millions (out of billions) in stolen drug money. He also has connections to most of the underground transport in the region; if it can be smuggled in or out of the city, he knows about it. Ostensibly, Reynaldo's links to Miami's criminal underworld and the Colombian cartels are held in common to Los Perros, but the reality is that he keeps a handful of secrets to himself to stay indispensable to the pack. He made sure he was financially secure for eternity long ago; his only concern now is ensuring the coffers of the local Sabbat never go empty. Reynaldo's contacts include a few former cartel members and some Mexican and El Salvadoran gangsters as well, keeping Los Perros aware of new gangland developments. He follows a strict rule of not permitting he and his progeny any ghouls or mortal identities, he does not hide who or what he is, and he takes seriously Sabbat principles of not playing at being mortal. In truth, he now abhors the cartels and what they have done to his homeland and would love nothing more than to sever all ties he has to them. Their value, however, makes him valuable, and so he grows and nurtures those ties every night with every deal he makes. At some point, he figures, he will wrest free of that rotten world, but for the time being, he remains within it, but apart, waiting for the right time to change things up—whenever that is.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
A quiet and reserved Colombian youth, Reynaldo has closely cropped black hair and a trimmed beard. He likes to dress in drab, casual clothing most of the time, including a battered leather jacket he acquired in 1993. He manages to fit into any situation, be it a formal soiree or a more laid-back gathering, usually blending into the background or vanishing in the crowd.
Character Breakdown
- Sire: Pedro Morales
- Nature: Survivor
- Demeanor: Conformist
- Generation: 10th
- Willpower: 6
- Morality: Humanity 5
Species
Year of Death
1990
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