Pacitalia
13-01-2005, 04:55
OOC: The King or Rey of the Mexican Empire is Vicente I (who conveniently will achieve power in 1974 in cooperation with the CWE this country rests on). He was born in 1922 in Mexico City.
OOC2: I am RPing it as the stages of his life, there will be more posts detailing the events up to 1974 (present time on Cold War Earth).
Mexico City: September 12, 1934
Twelve-year-old Vicente Zambrano Lopez always had aspirations of leading Mexico to glory the day he came of age. He was tired of sitting around, watching as other nations came in and plundered Mexico for its resources, leaving his people with the bill and a small resource to use for their own good. It was the thirties; Mexico was poor and the average yearly household income stayed below $3,000. It was harder and harder to find jobs now, the good ones had all been taken by foreigners who tried to convince the Mexican people and government that they "were better at those jobs anyway". The best jobs left were working in mines, joining the army or starting clerical work for the government, which at best guaranteed $6,000 a year without benefits.
It angered Vicente to see his country in such economic turmoil, watching helplessly as other people came in, took the good jobs and left Mexico in shambles. It wasn't just an economic crisis that Mexico was enduring, it was a political one too. The government had been struggling for years to get rid of the rebel groups that were trying to take control of the government that held Mexico City to its heart, the true capital of the United Mexican States.
When he was old enough, he would show Mexico who was to be in charge and who wasn't, and he would show the world how powerful Mexico could be.
Mexico City: January 19, 1946
Vicente walked out of his political science class at La Universidad Nacional de Mexico in the capital's central sector. The lesson had been long - 2 hours at least, and all they did was talk about the political spectrum. He was in his fourth year of political science and law classes; he would be finished and ready to take on the world in the coming summer.
Political spectrums, he thought to himself, chuckling in his mind. What a waste of time. When I'm in power there won't be any political spectrums. It won't matter what I am, people will bow to me and people will respect me, regardless of their beliefs as well.
He laughed out loud, causing a few other students to stare at him, and he walked down the stone steps towards the bus, which would take him the twenty kilometers out to the edge of the city where he and his mother and father lived.
Mexico City: May 30, 1960
The meeting with the man who called himself the "Mexican Liberator" sat in the dark corner booth of this frequented bar on the west side of the city, across from Vicente.
"You are a smart, intelligent man," the Liberator said, smiling. "Together, you and I will achieve great things for the people of Mexico. Right now, my friends abroad are scanning the country looking for bright minds to help us achieve our goals for this nation. And we'll need a strong leader, one with valour, courage and charisma, and a knowledge of politics - you fit all those three, so we want you, Vicente."
Vicente smiled. His dream was coming true.
OOC2: I am RPing it as the stages of his life, there will be more posts detailing the events up to 1974 (present time on Cold War Earth).
Mexico City: September 12, 1934
Twelve-year-old Vicente Zambrano Lopez always had aspirations of leading Mexico to glory the day he came of age. He was tired of sitting around, watching as other nations came in and plundered Mexico for its resources, leaving his people with the bill and a small resource to use for their own good. It was the thirties; Mexico was poor and the average yearly household income stayed below $3,000. It was harder and harder to find jobs now, the good ones had all been taken by foreigners who tried to convince the Mexican people and government that they "were better at those jobs anyway". The best jobs left were working in mines, joining the army or starting clerical work for the government, which at best guaranteed $6,000 a year without benefits.
It angered Vicente to see his country in such economic turmoil, watching helplessly as other people came in, took the good jobs and left Mexico in shambles. It wasn't just an economic crisis that Mexico was enduring, it was a political one too. The government had been struggling for years to get rid of the rebel groups that were trying to take control of the government that held Mexico City to its heart, the true capital of the United Mexican States.
When he was old enough, he would show Mexico who was to be in charge and who wasn't, and he would show the world how powerful Mexico could be.
Mexico City: January 19, 1946
Vicente walked out of his political science class at La Universidad Nacional de Mexico in the capital's central sector. The lesson had been long - 2 hours at least, and all they did was talk about the political spectrum. He was in his fourth year of political science and law classes; he would be finished and ready to take on the world in the coming summer.
Political spectrums, he thought to himself, chuckling in his mind. What a waste of time. When I'm in power there won't be any political spectrums. It won't matter what I am, people will bow to me and people will respect me, regardless of their beliefs as well.
He laughed out loud, causing a few other students to stare at him, and he walked down the stone steps towards the bus, which would take him the twenty kilometers out to the edge of the city where he and his mother and father lived.
Mexico City: May 30, 1960
The meeting with the man who called himself the "Mexican Liberator" sat in the dark corner booth of this frequented bar on the west side of the city, across from Vicente.
"You are a smart, intelligent man," the Liberator said, smiling. "Together, you and I will achieve great things for the people of Mexico. Right now, my friends abroad are scanning the country looking for bright minds to help us achieve our goals for this nation. And we'll need a strong leader, one with valour, courage and charisma, and a knowledge of politics - you fit all those three, so we want you, Vicente."
Vicente smiled. His dream was coming true.