Luis Rivera || human || taken || Jorge Garcia
Luis was born in Hope, New Mexico, several miles south of the infamous town of Roswell. A child with wide eyes and an active imagination, his mother told him stories of her harrowing abduction and his birth many months later. It was much more pleasant than the reality, in which she became accidentally pregnant after a one night stand with a man who never called her back. Luis held that story close in his heart and mind–of course, three decades later he’s outgrown such ridiculous, childish fantasies. But every once in awhile, he’ll still try to move something with his mind. Y’know. Just in case.
Luis has always believed in the supernatural, the occult, the strange, and the unfathomable. Growing up, it didn’t net him many friends, so he spent much of his time alone, either inside reading about supernatural creatures or tramping around the wilderness looking for Area 51. An awkward, isolated childhood turned to an awkward isolated adolescence, turned into an awkward, isolated adulthood. But through it all, he never let go of his beliefs.
He found safe haven in the internet, where he could find communities of like-minded people and spend hours browsing blurry pictures of Bigfoot. This turned him onto a love for computers, which he pursued as a major and career path, since “parapsychologist” tends to get you a lot of weird looks. Plus, he needed money if he was going to go on adventures to discover the unknown!
His twenties and early thirties were spent traveling the country searching for any trace of supernatural activity. He had his encounters here and there, which he would document extensively on his blog, which gets hundreds of hits every week, he’ll proudly brag. He knows all of it is real, he just hasn’t had any real, intimate, face to face encounters yet.
Until now. Following a lead given to him by some of his internet friends, he’s headed for a new home in Soapberry, Washington. While at last he’s finally been validated in (most) everything he’s believed, he’s left to wonder if he’s bitten off more than he can chew.
How well do you take criticism? ”Ha! Pretty well if I do say so myself. Trust me, when you’ve been on forums as long as I have, you learn how to deal with a troll or two.”
What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you? “Oh man, if I’m being honest, I’d probably go out dancing more. I’d probably just go out more in general, put myself out there. But uh…yeah, we don’t exactly live in a judgement-free world but you know, I deal with it. I’ve always dealt with it. It’s chill. Still wish I could dance more though.”