“I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.” ( ♫ )
NAME: Ariana Alvarez. GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, she/her. DATE OF BIRTH:March 16th, 1988 (31) HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada. AFFILIATION: The Jester’s MC. OCCUPATION: General Surgical Resident. FACE CLAIM: Melissa Barrera. TRIGGERS: Deportation mention, medical mention.
BIOGRAPHY
Ariana was born in Las Vegas, the only daughter and youngest child of Emilio Alvarez, and Nathalie Gonzo. Having the Alvarez name came with a legacy that she didn’t necessarily want to inherit, the life of a woman whose family were connected and tied up in the outlaw lifestyle that came with belonging to The Jesters MC. Something that she would come to shy away from and resent and unlike her older brother Abel, who seemed to be as drawn to it as a moth to a flame.
For Ariana, her childhood was a blur of before and after, at just the tender of age of three her mother was torn away from her, due to deportation the woman who should have raised and guided her through life, stolen from her and taken back to Mexico and never being seen by them again. And at three, she didn’t understand what she had truly lost and from that time she looked to her brother and father, who both seemed to find themselves within the club, her father’s brothers and friends became their family and blindly she took the comfort of the familiar faces she had always known. Though even so young she felt some sort of distance from it all and that some part inside of her, something she didn’t fully understand yet, was missing from her life.
Something Ariana came to learn early in life was that loss was a thing that came in many forms and was a force that couldn’t be stopped. Already missing one parent from her life, she had the other one stripped away from her before she even could even come into her teen years. Her father’s many acts of being a Jester, had led him to a jail cell, he was accused and found guilty of multiple counts of arson and even suspicion of murder. At the time she she could only just begin to understand it, but thirty five years behind bars was pretty much a life sentence. Losing the one parent and the small of amount of stability she had, caused her started to resenting the Club and the meaning it was supposed to have. Even if they were left to be raised by them, an anger started seeding inside her, one that took her in a different direction than that of her brother. She started to turn away from the world she’d been born into, finding solace in the written words of books and the adventures of characters in lives she wished she could live instead. For Ariana, she found herself at home in learning and pushing herself, a book smart and capable girl forming where a curious child had once been, and school provided her a physical escape from the reality she faced.
Over the years she saw her brother’s loyalty to the club grow, stepping into the life of their father with ease and enthusiasm. Though where as he seemed to love the life the club provided, Ariana took it upon herself to raise and make herself into someone they wouldn’t have imagined her to be. She wanted more than the life she raised to have. She dreaded the visitations to see her father in prison, the anger of him seeing him throwing his life away through loyalty to the club and throwing away her and Abel away along with it. And once she could, she stopped seeing him all together, at sixteen she chose to cut what little remained of their relationship they had left. Something she knew she would never grow to regret. There was hostility in going against the nature of her family, even if it meant a growing rift, in the relationship with her brother the one person she had always had by her side when everyone else had been taken away. She shared her brother’s brilliant brain, and instead of using it for the club, she used it to save herself from it. Throwing herself into her school work and trying to earn herself a scholarship and a ticket out of Las Vegas.
At eighteen she found herself heading to college, and leaving her past behind even if it meant leaving the last piece of her family behind with it. From that point on she knew an independence that she thrived on, a new normalcy and sense of self. The next few years consisted of her studying a pre-med course of chemistry, moving on to study for her Doctor of Medicine degree. It was then she had the world at her feet, in terms of choosing where to complete her residency years, she settled on General Surgery Residency program at ULCA Medical Center.
Starting a life in Los Angeles, she had found her feet quickly, moving into an apartment with two other residents, balancing her work life and the time she had for her social one. She made friends, though she still couldn’t seem to break the feeling of disconnect from them, the same kind she had felt back in Las Vegas.But she liked that no-one knew her past, that she could keep them at arms length, that they didn’t question how she distanced herself, and that the fact she didn’t have to mention it, or spin a small tale about it instead. She liked to the people around her, she could be anything and anyone she wanted, that no-one knew of the legacy of chaos that came with a name like hers. Though perhaps the pretenses she had made, the lies she told of the normal family she told them she grew up in, the reasons why she had moved out there, the person she was trying to be; all the things she had wanted as a child, were really just a way of convincing herself she could forget her past and her name.
She thrived in the chaos of the hospital, especially the emergency trauma cases, throwing herself into her patients for the time they needed her for and then shutting the door on them once she had done her job. There were however times, where she doubted her new life, was she really the person she had worked so hard to become? Her love life never seemed to take her anywhere, a string of one night stands, a few relationships that ended before anything had even begun. She struggled to be close to anyone, she often wondered if there was something wrong with her.
Heading into the final few years of her residency, with the life she had always wanted for herself seeming so perfect, nothing seemed to be going wrong for her. Even her love life had taken off, even if she had tried to escape it, having met her boyfriend through the hospital. On one particular shift, she’d been seeing to a very drunk very flirty guy who she could only dispise at the time. However it was the guys friend who seemed set on keeping him on check, that she paid barely any notice to, until they met a bar a couple of weeks later and had hitted it off from there. And nearly seven months later she watched the very same guy, get down on one knee and pull out a ring and make a speech, that she thought she’d been ready to hear. Until the words, “I want to you family with you.” And she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out a straight, very panicked, abrupt, “No.” And ran from the whole situation.
Something in Ariana had changed or at least she’d become more self aware of in that moment, that perhaps her past wasn’t as forgotten as she had thought, that somehow despite everything going so well for her, she had thrown herself into her work and not dealt with the issues of her past. And that had left her with a fear she would never be able to be close to someone else, the way other people were. She had been ignoring his phone calls, requesting time out of work, packing a bag and jumping in her car to escape it all and heading back to a place she had never thought about returning to.
