RIVERA, felix berenice

[FELIX BERENICE RIVERA]

FELIX BERENICE RIVERA. 17. GREASERS/SENIOR/MECHANICAL ASSISTANT.SELENA GOMEZ.

personality

When people first meet Felix, they are shocked to find that she belongs to the greasers. For starters, she doesn’t give off that rugged, been through hell and back aura that most greasers tend to give off and she certainly doesn’t look the part. To put it simply, Felix is shy and reserved. She isn’t the type of girl to jump out of nowhere and spark up a conversation and she isn’t the type of girl to rough someone up because they looked at her sideways. In fact, if Felix ever “roughed someone up” it would be solely because she tripped over them and accidentally bruised them. Yes Felix is a nice girl, the girl next door type who is constantly stumbling over her feet.

Aside from that, Felix is very very booksmart. She could tell you almost anything you wanted to know about almost any subject and be completely accurate. However, she knows more about cars than anything else. Ask her to take apart your engine and reassemble it she could. Running hot and not sure why? Just turn on the engine and Felix could give you a pretty accurate guess just based on how it sounds. She’s a wizard with mechanics and if it weren’t for the fact that most people thought her too young, she could probably fix up your car to be a hot-rod beneath the hood if you would let her.

Felix is hardworking. She doesn’t rely on anyone to help her with anything and no matter what the task is, she won’t be satisfied unless she’s completed it. Felix strives for perfection on her projects, whether it be school related or automotively. She’s very focused on her tasks and can’t stand to be pulled away from them. Her only exceptions are to help out others who need her. If that’s the case then she will reluctantly stop whatever she is doing to help out whoever it is that needs her. She’s naïve though, often pushing aside her own needs to look after others when she doesn’t realize that it’s staring her right in the face that they are using her. Felix is a pushover indefinitely. She slaves over her own work and then without a second thought will drop what she’s doing for anyone. To be blunt, she lacks common sense where she holds an infinite amount of book smarts.

However, Felix isn’t just a shy, quiet little girl. She is actually not shy at all, and has been known to mouth off every once in a while when under a lot of stress. Felix can be sarcastic and snippy if she needs to be but it’s very rare. If she is ever like that then it usually results in some sort of trouble for her, which is not unusual. Felix is dangerproned and always in some sort of rut. Luckily, she has the resources she needs to get herself out of it…most of the time. All in all though, Felix is a resourceful, knowledgeable, quiet, fearful, dangerproned, emotionally strong and undefined girl. She’s still searching for the type of person she wants to be but until then, she’s settling with what’s easiest.

history

Until Gabriel Rivera was seventeen years old, he hadn’t a clue what he wanted to do with his life. He was a drop out, skilled only in what he considered the “art” of auto mechanics and was a strong believer that love existed nowhere in the world. When he thought that all in life was pointless, only one thing could change his mind and that was Ramona Gonzalez. She was everything that any young man could dream of; beautiful, kind, happy, outgoing and smart. For Gabriel, that was all that mattered. Soon after the two started to date, he knew she was the one for him. Of course, she was a Soc and himself a Greaser and that type of romance was not only frowned upon but damn-near unallowed. But they kept it a secret, liking the sort of romeo & juliet feel to it. What they didn’t plan for was her getting pregnant.

With a baby growing inside of her, Ramona knew that keeping their relationship a secret wouldn’t last. How could it? Eventually she would start showing and questions would arise. And there was no easy way out of this. Ramona was completely against abortion and Gabriel couldn’t stand the thought of some other family raising his kid. The only logical explanation for the two of them was to run off together. So that was exactly what they did. Neither teenager told their families where they were going and together, they escaped the town of rivalry and hatred to live out the only thing that seemed right to them. Ramona worked as a waitress and Gabriel found a job working as a mechanic and together they saved all that they could to help bring their child into the world.

After nine long months, Felix was born. She was a small baby but the labor was arduous nonetheless and left Ramona weak and tired. No, she didn’t die after giving birth to Felix but she wasn’t truly the same afterwards. In order to take care of Felix, Ramona had to quit working for a few months. Finances were tough for the young couple and Gabriel took as many shifts as he could but the more her tried to help financially, the more he was away from his beautiful lover and young daughter. It seemed that no matter where he turned, things weren’t working out. So he suggested daycare to Ramona. Things were sketchy on her at first but after a while Ramona reluctantly gave in, sending Felix to daycare so that she could start working again and so that Gabriel could relax and try to spend time with his family.

However, Ramona wasn’t coping well. She missed her life back home and craved the social life she once had. She would come home to Gabriel and throw fits with him, cursing him for knocking her up and taking her away. It was evident that she had been in contact with her old friends and that they had convinced her of what they always knew was true. Gabriel was the enemy. And as much as he tried to sway her, bring her back and tell her how much he loved her, it made no difference. Without a word, just after Felix’s first birthday, she disappeared, leaving her daughter and her love behind.

With no idea how to raise a daughter alone, Gabriel found himself in a fix. He missed the hell out of Ramona and every single thing that Felix did reminded him of how she used to be. It was then that he decided that if he was stuck to raise the baby on his own then she would be raised how he wanted her to be.

The first few years of Felix’s life were spent in day care and watching her father work on cars. Day care was her time for attention, love, nurturing and play. Home was a place for learning. Her first lessons began when she was just around three. As her little mind worked to remember colors and numbers and letters at daycare, it also tried to shove in the names of different tools and what they looked like. By the time she was five and reading, half the time was spent reading books for kindergarten and the other half was spent reading manuals for cars. And as much as Felix loved the time she thought she was spending with her dad, she knew that she would never have the childhood that most girls would. And she was right.

As the years went on, Felix never had slumber parties, she never got invited to any either. She never had friends come over and she never went over to her friends’ houses. Her life consisted mainly of school and working. It wasn’t until she was fifteen years old that her life changed the slightest little bit. Her father had gotten a phone call one morning and it had carried on for quite a while, still going when Felix left for school. She had thought nothing of it, assuming it was a customer with a serious problem. She had even mused to herself that she probably would have been able to fix it if they would have given her the time of day. But Of course, no one ever did.

When she arrived home, however, all her things were packed inside a truck along with her father’s. He didn’t explain a thing to her and she didn’t ask. Instead, Felix just climbed into the truck and they drove away, to Tulsa.

It wasn’t until later that Felix discovered the reason for their sudden move. After hearing her father arguing with someone about a woman named Ramona who had died, she came to realize that the woman had been someone he had loved and possibly even the woman who had given birth to her. But that was the least of her worries. Soon she was enrolled in the high school and that was where her eyes were opened to just what type of town she was living in. There was no intermingling of everyone, but very defined lines as to who socialized with whom. As the day went on, Felix discovered the Greasers, the Socs and the Neutrals. She spoke to a few “Greasers” in her classes to get a better understanding of what the whole deal was, but they made it perfectly clear to her that if she was to continue talking with them, then she had better pick the side of the Greasers.

But Felix wanted a better understanding, so she turned to her father and for the first time in a very long time, she asked him genuine questions about what was concerning her. Gabriel was reluctant to answer but he did, letting show that he had once been a part of this town and the rivalry. He told her of everything, but mostly how no one in the Rivera family had ever dared to stoop so low as to being a Soc. He even opened up so much as to let her know that her mother had been a Soc and that she was the most incredible person he had ever known until after Felix was born. He told her she was the nicest person he had ever met until then, and afterwards, she turned into the same as the rest of them. That was when he made it clear to Felix that no daughter of his would be a Soc. She was a Rivera and Rivera’s were Greasers, no exceptions.

So without a disobedient word, Felix accepted it. She fell in with the Greasers and didn’t argue it at all. Though her personality matched no particular group, Felix supposed her mechanical skills made up for it. As of now she’s working as a mechanical assistant, seeing as no one will hire her as an actual mechanic, and is seventeen years old, attempting to make her way easily through high school Tulsa.

out of character information

What do you go by?
Kenna
How old are you?
17
How long have you been doing this?
Oh lord, a long time. I can’t even remember
What timezone are you in?
Central
How can we reach you?
PM or Tumblr for sure.
Who else have you got?
No one yet
Canon or Original?
Original.
Care to show off your skills?

Time was a concept that Joey had started to slowly notice was leaving him. For instance, now, at two thirty in the morning he was fairly certain that only an hour had passed since he'd layed down around ten thirty.

Joey rolled over on his old futon, the frame squeaking at him in disapproval. His back was to the window, mostly because the window made him think more. About her, his best friend and the girl he had known since before he could read. And as nice as it was, for a person to lay in their bed and think of their best friend, it became something quite miserable when the phrase “best friend” was more accurately changed to “girl who I'm in love with and have been for a while but can never tell.” For Joey, that was the true reality of it. He could just picture her now, perched upon her window seat with a cigarette in her hand cautiously blowing out the window to keep her mother from griping.

And as much as he loved Tosh, he hated that about her. How she could make everything somehow part of her and therefor, make a certain item --such as a window-- remind him of her.

It wasn't her fault though, of course. If Tosh had any idea of what she was doing to Joey she probably would have been different. But Joey didn't want her to be different. He wanted her to be the personable, friendly, fun little Tosh that he loved...he just wanted her love returned.

As his thoughts tumbled around, torturing him and making him smile at the same time, Perhaps, that means I'm a masochist?, a small tapping was heard at his window. Joey didn't have to turn his head in wonder though. After the length of time that Joey had known his blond companion, he knew the sound of her needing him. It always came in the sound of a fluttering at his window and a few pecks, otherwise known as Algernon.

Slowly, Joe pulled himself from the rickety futon and walked towards his closet, pulling out a hoodie and a pair of jeans to cover his naked chest and bare legs. If he had been really lazy, he could have simply let himself go to her in his boxers but Joe knew that if she was up at this hour, ”What time is it, again?”, then it was probably for a reason that required him to be more courteous than that.

After pulling his loose fitting clothes on, he grabbed his guitar, figuring it might aid him in helping her sleep, and walked quietly to the window, opening it and allowing Algernon entrance. The small bird fluttered in and perched himself on the old wooden dresser. He seemed to be scanning the vicinity, though he knew it well. Joey's room wasn't much and he didn't try to make it that way. It was big enough for his futon and his dresser, with a few of his clothing items strewn carelessly across the floor where he had left them while changing for work. Joey eyed the small bird and smiled faintly at him.

”What are my stipulations tonight, Alg?” Joey asked, his small smile morphing into a smirk. He supposed that to any other person, it might have seemed odd that he was speaking to the bird but Joey knew all too well that there was nothing odd about it in this town. Everyone seemed to carry one power or another, and the group he ran in with all just seemed to have the ability to speak with animals. The bird moved a bit then looked to Joey.

”Well, you know how terribly I hat to wake you at such an hour but we both know Tosh. Her specific instructions were to have you climb up the lattice to her window.” the small bird spoke. Joey nodded slowly, and let his smirk fade back into a smile again.

”Not a problem, Algernon. I'll be there soon. See you then.” Joe replied, liking to keep his meetings with Algernon short and sweet. He figured that Tosh's random needs for Joey were just as inconvenient to Algernon as Algernon thought they were to Joe. Sending the bird on his way, Joey followed suite, walking out his front door --no need to sneak out when he was now living on his own-- and walked the few blocks to Tosh's house, sneaking in the garden and climbing up the lattice and up to Tosh's window, meeting a cloud of smoke.

He coughed a bit and smiled. ”Well, good morning to you as well Tosh's smoke” he chuckled, attempting an awkward out of window hug before allowing himself to climb the rest of the way into her room.

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