A handsome, young american man whose right arm is tattooed pitch black with a light tattoo of glowing bones. Wears black leathers and a golden cross earring. Never seen without his trusty Militech Ronin. Trying really hard to lose the gringo accent.

A newcomer to the city, Flores was saved by Los Muertos. He has since dedicated his life to the gang. Friendly, chatty and quick-witted. He knows his way around the gang and is sure to get his calavera soon.

The Calaveras

The Calaveras is a three-floor "Dia de Muertos" themed nightclub in the Griffintown Complex. The industrial styled walls are covered in fluorescent paintings of sugar skulls and cempasuchils flowers. The main attraction is the arena on the first floor, where gang members or upstart punk settle scores. These violent combats are rarely planned ahead of time: two angry people show up to fight and they can usually settle their score in the next few minutes. Seated spots are 5$, and a bookie keeps track of the bets.

The Calaveras attracts a wide variety of boosters, chromers and edgy civillians. Some of the best EDM DJs come to play sets there, so it is constantly packed, with the crowd only thinning at 5 in the morning on most nights. Fights are a constant, as big egos and gang rivalries often boil over. Security generally won't get involved until either someone is dead or property gets damaged. Most Calaveras customers are typically too high to give a shit when fights break out outside of the arena.