Alejandro "Dio" Diaz

He was born and raised in Spanish Harlem, the son of Alejandro, a Spanish man and Celestine, a mulatto. Due to his family's poverty, he learned the value of money and the ways to make it at an early age. His father was rarely home since he worked 2 jobs to be able to feed his family which included not only Alejandro and his mother but also 4 sisters. Alejandro gained the nickname "Dio" because of the frustration he caused his parents. They were often seen looking up to the sky and muttering "Madre de Dios".

His mother's remedy for his misbehavior was to bring him along with her to church, the hours spent on his knees at his mother's side only pushed Dio further into the arms of the street. By the time he was 13, he was running errands of all sorts for the local gang, "Diablos de Muerte", the Devils of Death. By 14, he was arrested for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, or so his family reasoned, however he just happened to have a smith and wesson shoved in the back of his pants and a blade in his hip pocket. Because of his age and his family's pleadings, he only spent 11 months in a juvenile facility. The bus that was to take him home at the end of his "tour of duty" ended up taking him even deeper into the heart of Spanish Harlem, where he became a full fledged member of the DdM. The ways of indoctronation are secret to all those but the ones involved. The only tale tell difference are the tats that appear on the inner arm and on the shoulder .

Dio never enjoyed the high from drug use as it clouded his vision. The money gained through the sale of the drugs was like a drug itself to him. He started small, nickel bags of weed on the corner and by the time he was 20, he had a variety store selection of drugs to sell; weed, pills and crack, as well as 6 hood rats working his network. Choosing to live life in the same fashion he had grown up in, allowed him to squirrel away his money waiting for the day he could leave Harlem and venture out on his own to prove himself. By 26, his independence and secretive lifestyle kept most at bay so he was able to stash away more money than most would see in a lifetime and then it was time to move on....hearing about the hood and a whispered connection to a much larger drug trade yet sorely lacking in corner sales made it a prime spot to settle. He still lives his life outwardly as if he was in Spanish Harlem, independant and private, no flashy cars or nuggets on his hands but within his home he has all he could ever want and more. The less the hood rats and other bloodsuckers know the better, in his opinion at least..

He alters his appearance often, like a chameleon, as he was taught by the DdM, but a few things always remain the same, his light complexion, deep brown eyes that belie a sense of the street far beyond his years and of course the tats.