Born in the dusty streets of Ciudad Obregón, Ramon Espina came into a world that offered him little and demanded everything. His father was a ghost, his mother a warrior who worked herself sick to keep her children fed. With no real supervision, Ramon learned to fend for himself early on. It wasn’t long before school fights and detentions introduced him to Antonio “Diablo” Diaz, the kid who’d change everything.

They were inseparable — bonded by chaos, sharpened by the streets. They trained together in MMA, but discipline wasn’t enough to drown out the hunger or the pain at home. As Diablo drifted into cartel-affiliated work, Ramon tried to hold back. He took a job at a family-owned gas station, tried to play it straight. But life had other plans.

When Ramon’s mother was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, his world collapsed. Desperate and drowning, he called the only person he could trust — Diablo. Within a day, Ramon was behind the wheel of a cartel vehicle, taking orders and cash. It started small: lookouts, runs, errands. Then came the guns, the drugs, and the money.

When his mother passed, Ramon didn’t shed a tear. He buried his emotions with her, and what rose in their place was a colder, harder version of himself. One who had nothing left to lose.

At 18, Ramon caught his first major charge — possession and illegal firearm handling. He pleaded out and served two years in prison. Those two years hardened his edges and sharpened his mindset. No remorse. No distractions. No family.

Now 20 and out, Ramon didn’t return to find peace — he came to Los Santos to elevate. Diablo was already posted up, and together, they’re not chasing status — they’re claiming it. No more corner work. No more small jobs. Ramon’s ready to make his name — not as another gang kid, but as a player in the game. One to be feared, respected, and remembered.

He has brothers. He has a sister. But Ramon Espina only recognizes one loyalty now: the life he chose and the familia he gained.

“Are you the guy that steals shoes?”