Remi was born with the words ‘fuck up’ already woven into her DNA. Her parents were young naïve teenagers when they had their first child together, thinking they could take on the world. Three children later, and Michelle Ramirez decided that the life of a doting mother just wasn’t for her, and so she left to be reunited with her ever faithful drugs and alcohol. Grayson had been abandoned and with four young mouths to feed and no manual on how to be a single father, he moved them all to his hometown of Olympus. There he had family and friends who would support him in raising his children, and the Castillo family did their best in settling their roots in their new family home. Although Grayson struggled far more than he anticipated trying to balance family life, work life, and MC life. His absence had started to be felt and Blake, the eldest daughter, had to step up in his place. Blake became Remi’s mother, father, sister and everything else all wrapped into one, while Grayson found his way to the bottom of the bottle.

Remi’s father was truly captured by alcoholism by the time she started high school, but luckily she wasn’t the only one as it was hardly uncommon for fathers in Olympus to be alcoholics. By this point Blake had essentially become the main caregiver of the family, and it was she who Remi turned to when she accidentally fell pregnant at 16. She was suddenly confronted by her biggest fear in that she was going to end up just like her mom. A young teen mom turned alcoholic junkie with nothing but bitterness and regret. The fear was gut-wrenching and Remi begged and pleaded her sister for help and Blake booked her an appointment at an abortion clinic, she even held her hand through it all.

The two sisters were practically inseparable after this, although the Primordial MC strained upon their relationship like a looming shadow. The two girls held very different opinions of their father’s affiliation with the club and this is where they would argue and butt heads. Blake saw it as a group of people who looked out for one another, who would do anything for one another; a family. Remi saw it as a curse. She had seen it drain the life from her father, leaving only a ghost behind his eyes. However it became clear to Remi that no matter where she would turn, the club would follow. Unfortunately for her, her blood was written in the MC’s commandments as her father stood proudly with the other founding members.

Although she refused to have her fate already written for her, and this was where her strong-willed and stubborn personality began to stem from. Remi had graduated from high school, she was now an independent young woman, and she demanded answers from her mother. She managed to scrape together enough money to hire a personal investigator, but sure enough they found Michelle Ramirez. At first Remi was hopeful, because maybe she could finally have that relationship with her mother she had always dreamt of. Although reality was very different, and it hit her hard and fast. After all these years, Michelle was still an alcoholic, even begging on the streets for her next hit. Her eyes were dull, her cheeks had sunken inwards and she could hardly remember what her four children looked like. Remi was horrified, and to this day has never told anyone of what she saw.

After this experience, Remi ironically spiralled. She spent a handful of years probably mirroring her own mother’s behaviours of drinking, partying, and working a waitressing job to scrape together enough money just to get by. They weren’t years that Remi would often reminisce or look back upon fondly because it was almost harrowing, the shell of a person she had become. Although she was harshly gifted with the opportunity to see what her future had in store for her as she spent one night in hospital after a near miss of alcohol poisoning. It was an abrupt and rude wake up call for Remi, and she cleaned herself up and started studying.

Becoming an ER nurse felt like her true calling in life and it was in the emergency room where she blossomed. In Olympus, trauma injuries were often nasty and frequent, and she lived off the adrenaline of a busy shift. Some would say she worked herself too hard sometimes but work had become a distraction. A distraction from the fact that she was clinging on for dear life, one slip and she would be fully submerged in the Primordial MC. She despised the violence and gunfire, and what she despised the most was that Blake was stood in the middle of it all. But Remi couldn’t turn her back on her family, not now and not ever.

Mystic, Connecticut. The town in America that Mercy had always loved to hate. There hasn’t always been such bitter feelings about the place, though. Life just had a way of changing a poor girl’s perspective. From a father who left when life got hard to a mother who could barely take care of herself, let alone her child, it was no wonder Mercy grew so much resentment.

The tale of the Ovalles family was beautiful, average, but beautiful and seemed to be the kind of love that everyone wished to have. Her father and mother grew up together in Madison, their fates practically being tied since birth—they were best friends long before they could even say the words. They hung nearly every single day from elementary school to high school until finally becoming sweethearts ( just as everyone hoped ) and from then on, it was your basic love story. High school sweethearts, to husband and wife, ending in parents of two—yes, two – beautiful kids named Robert and Mercy Ovalles; born two years apart. What more could anyone ask for? For a whole it seemed like everything was continuing that ‘perfect’ reputation that they had.

Robert Ovalles instantly became a popular name around the neighborhood and it was mainly due to his basketball skills. That, and he was the kind of guy that everyone wanted to be around. He was funny, caring, protective and did his part to befriend everyone. Mercy, on the other hand, was just your typical child— sweet as could be and had a heart made of gold. She maintained her grades well, went to church every Sunday and was known for always having a small on her face. She was never on the same popularity level as her brother. The only reason anyone really knew who she was, it was because they knew of her brother. Unlike him, she preferred to keep her head low and out of the spotlight. Always preferring the company of one of her few friends or the books she had rented from the library; never really being the one who loved the attention.

Mercy was honestly content with the way things were until the day she wasn’t. She was seventeen when it happened. Her brother had just returned home from his first year in college, getting the opportunity to travel all the way to California due to his scholarship, and Mercy could remember just how excited she was to see him home—the first time the two had ever been apart for so long. Robert told stories upon stories about the city, about his school, about his new friends and Mercy soaked it all in. She loved to hear about it, loved to listen. It’d been like taking an adventure without ever leaving her home—which there was never no intent to do. It was her brother that forced the idea about seeing the world in her head and despite her constantly saying no, it never stopped him from trying to push her to venture out. Not then, obviously, but some day in the future. There was a life outside of Mystic and he would’ve been damned if his own sister never got to see it because to him, she deserved more than this small town.

His smile was the last thing to be imprinted in Mercy’s mind on that Friday because it was the last time she’d ever get to see him smile again. To make a long, sad story short – he, Mercy and his friends got into a car accident that night. They had all been drinking, their car hit another and everyone involved died on impact aside from Mercy.

The Ovalles household was never the same after that and with obvious reasons. Devastated by the loss of their oldest son her mother became numb to the world and her father? Well, he left. Four months after the loss of Bobby, he divorced his wife and took off. Never to be seen or heard from again. Her mother’s depression was eating away at her and before long, alcohol became the woman’s coping mechanism. The bottles soon becoming the shoulders to lean on. And Mercy? She seemed to find herself in more trouble than anyone would ever count. Hanging with the wrong crowds, sneaking out, smoking, drinking before she was even legal. She was a mess and it got to the point where her closest friend could no longer recognize her. Mercy didn’t know it at the time, but it was a cry for help. She was losing her mind, acting out with the hopes that her mother would actually see her, see the pain she, too, was going through. She became the talk of the town, parents not wanting their own children hang around her and do you think her mother noticed? Obviously not, or she just pretended like she didn’t.

By the time she was twenty-one years old, Mercy grew sick and tired of being within the punching bag for her mother’s drunken and hurtful words — it wasn’t her fault. No matter how many times her mother tried to point fingers at Mercy and blame her for the destruction that become the William’s household . One night, she had snapped. Mercy said some pretty awful things that night, so awful that it earned her a slap in the face from her mother; the 

final

 straw. Her only daughter left home that night, packed up all of her things and booked it—having enough money saved up to be able to do just that. She didn’t know where she was going, what she was going to do when she figured it out, she was just done. Mercy was leaving and never coming back. Her brother was right, there was more than the town life and she was finally going to see it for herself. She ghosted the town, the people and proceeded to live her life as if Connecticut never existed.

Never once did Mercy ever expect to find herself returning to Mystic, but one phone call changed that almost immediately. Her mother had passed away a month ago and they were finally able to get in contact with Mercy after so long. Everything her mother had fell into the hands of Mercy— debt and a mess included. She has no intentions of staying in Mystic. 

None

. The only thing on her mind is getting the backed up bills paid, fixing the disaster her mother called a home fixed up and selling it. Nothing more, nothing less. Mercy only prays she can get it done sooner rather than later, but knows deep down that’s wishful thinking; especially on a bartender salary.

THEIR PERSONALITY…

+ headstrong, independent, confident.

- closed-off, impulsive, self-destructive.

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