The Ariez family tree seems to be cursed with the same fate as it continues to extend. The father passes down his skills as a guitarist to his child to continue on his legacy, but the father gets killed out of envy and jealousy. It happens every time ever since the Ariez name came to be. Antonio Anthony Ariez was born and his father was the famous ARMANDO! He toured throughout the entire United States and entertained thousands of people. Until one homecoming party back in Vice City in a club in Little Havana, Armando was shot by a drunken spectator who spewed a bunch of slurs and obscenities while he bled out and died on the stage, right in front of his son.

Antonio was 15 years old when this happened and it put him into a downward spiral. He did not have any other family at that point. But thankfully, the everlasting effect Armando had on the world with his music brought Antonio plenty of support in his trying time. He was rooming in with the Cuban gang, but as time went on, he was expected to earn his keep since he was lazing about moping about his dead dad. So he was forced to do some crime for the gang and earn money. They have him set on pushing cocaine, in which did not go very well. He started using the product for himself, to try to snort the pain of loss away. It worked for a time being, but the temporary high will never cure what was taken from him.

He got hooked on the stuff and for three years that he was living with the Cubans, they found out that he's been using their product he was supposed to sell and got kicked out to the streets. They only had very little little sympathy for the kid, lucky that they just didn't kill him outright. But at 18 years old, now homeless and withdrawn from the coke, he wanders the beaches trying to figure out what to do. He passes by an older man, fishing on a pier as he spots the troubled Antonio and begins to console him and teaches him how to fish. Each morning he comes to this very spot and joins in, fishing his troubles away as it teaches him the highest levels of patience. The old man helped him get a pad, get over his addiction and his long stricken grief.

Unfortunately his bad luck continues to sprial down as he tried to find a stable job to pay for his flat, because fishing with the old man and selling his catches can only do so much. He worked a dead end job at a coffee shop when he was telling his friends his troubles. When a man named Paul overheard his conversation and butted in, wanting to give the freshly 21 year old a chance to work at the Malibu Club that he manages. He needed some more security so without a second thought, Antonio agreed. However the twist was that if Paul needed a favor to take care of something, he would need to do it. There always had to be a damn catch...

For about a year, Antonio has been doing a good job in working at the Malibu Club, keeping the drunken idiots at bay. A couple of pay raises and moving up in the rankings later, it was time. Paul came to him one day and wanted to take care of a drug dealer who was selling some shit in the bathrooms and was told multiple times to quit it. He was given a switchblade, gloves, and a brief description of the dealer. The task was set, and Antonio was on the prowl. He kept his eyes out on the dance floor and finally spotted the guy one night heading into the bathrooms. Antonio made his way over there as well and snuck up behind the guy and shanked him until he bled out. He closed the stall and told the fellow employees to guard the room and clean the mess.

He reported back to Paul and let him know that the deed is done. He smiled from ear to ear and went down to check on the clean up progress. But while Antonio was basking on his successful task, bad news was brought to his attention. He killed the wrong guy. Who would of thought that the guy he needed to kill was the twin brother of the actual drug dealer! Same looks, same last name, different first name. Now shit is going to go down, and Antonio was panicking. But Paul assured him that everything will be ok. He told him to take this money and plane tickets and head off to the other side of the country and start anew. He hate to have to leave a place he felt comfortable but it was for the best. He grabbed whatever he had left, including the only thing that was left behind by his father and that was his guitar that was passed down. He took a taxi to the airport and had only one destination...

Los Santos.