A landless empire ruled by bullets, bound by blood, defined by legend.
Las Aguilas was the kind of elite paramilitary syndicate you called when diplomacy required breaking kneecaps politely.
Their job? Making sure neither the crooks nor the suits got too ambitious.
If someone upset the balance, Las Aguilas arrived promptly to restore harmony—usually with a smile, occasionally with explosives. They operated behind impeccable manners and better tailoring, invisible until necessary, at which point things typically got messy.
Everyone claimed they didn't exist, right until the moment they desperately needed their number.
Gabriel “Hawk” Copeland
Kings weren't chosen by birth. They were chosen by what they were willing to burn.
He mastered every form of combat, espionage, and assassination to perfection:
☑️ Gun-fu – Close-range firearm combat with martial arts precision.
☑️ Judo & Jiu-Jitsu – Breaking arms, snapping necks, throwing bodies like ragdolls.
☑️ Tactical Driving – Car chases, high-speed evasions, and turning vehicles into weapons.
☑️ Knife Combat – Silent, swift, deadly—his blades never miss.
☑️ Sniping & Long-Range Precision – Dropping targets from a mile away.
☑️ Explosives & Improvised Warfare – If it can be blown up, Hawk can make it happen.
☑️ Stealth & Tactical Infiltration – Ghosting in, ghosting out, leaving nothing but bodies.
☑️ Polyglot & Disguise Expert – Speaking multiple languages, blending into any environment.
☑️ Hand-to-Hand Combat – No guns? No problem. His fists are weapons, too.
☑️ Escape & Evasion – If Hawk doesn’t want to be caught, you will never find him.
The Succession:
He Wasn’t Born for the Throne. He Became It.
I never asked for this crown. I wasn’t born for it.
Half Cherokee, half shadow. No throne ever waited for me.
But I married the princess.
And for her—I chose the fire.
Not for power. Not for a name in stone.
But because she loved the war inside me, not in spite of it, but because she knew how to survive it.
Alena.
The storm I knelt for. The woman who saw the wolf in me—and called it home.
I love her with every beat of this scarred, restless heart. And the children she gave me— they’re not just mine.
They’re living proof that love can grow where only ruin once stood.
They carry her light and my wild blood. And for them, I’d gut the world and smile through the smoke.
I never belonged anywhere. Not really.
But her family—
the cursed, brutal bloodline of Mondego—
they took me in.
Not out of fear. Not out of debt.
But because they saw me. Chose me.
So when the time came, I didn’t flinch. I took the mantle.
I became their commander, not by birthright—
but by choice.
They say kings are chosen by blood.
But the truth?
Kings are chosen by what they’re willing to burn.
And I burned it all—
the past, the old names, the quiet life—
for her.
For the family that gave me a place to belong.
Everything but them.
Never them.
Origins:
Born for War, Raised for Survival
Gabriel Hawk Copeland was born into chaos and forged in fire.
Half Cherokee, half trouble, he learned early on that the world wasn’t built for kindness—so he never expected any.
Raised in violence, he survived where others didn’t.
By ten, he was dodging death.
By eighteen, he was dealing it.
The U.S. Army became his first official battleground. Elite training, classified operations, war zones that chewed men up and spit them out—but Hawk thrived.
At twenty, he earned the Medal of Valor, a distinction given to those who go above and beyond the call of duty.
His crime?
Single-handedly eliminating an entire insurgent cell with nothing but a combat knife and sheer spite.
That’s when Alonso Mondego found him.
Las Águilas: The Evolution of a Ghost
Alonso Mondego—legend, kingmaker, and the shadow behind Las Águilas, a ruthless black-ops group that operated outside the law, beyond borders, and under one rule: no loose ends.
Alonso recruited Hawk personally.
Because when you need a weapon, not a man, you go looking for something more dangerous than the monsters you hunt.
Hawk didn’t just pass training—he rewrote the damn manual.
He became the best.
The most feared.
The one-man army that nightmares are made of.
And then?
He took down an empire.
The Fall of the Five-Decade Mexican Cartel
For fifty years, the most ruthless cartel in Mexico ruled with impunity.
They controlled governments.
Owned police forces.
Buried bodies in mass graves like planting crops for the next generation.
Then they pissed off the wrong people.
Hawk was sent in alone.
No backup. No army. Just him, a target list, and enough ammunition to rewrite history.
In three years, he dismantled five decades of cartel dominance.
Entire drug routes? Burned.
Generational kingpins? Erased.
Corrupt officials? Executed.
The cartel fell like a house of cards—because when the devil himself comes knocking, no amount of money or power can save you.
By the time Hawk was done, the once-mighty empire had collapsed into dust.
Current Status: A Living Legend
Now?
He’s the most sought-after Sicario in the world.
A ghost. A weapon. A name whispered in fear.
Governments want him. Crime syndicates fear him.
And anyone stupid enough to go after him?
They don’t live long enough to regret it.
Gabriel "Hawk" Copeland.
The boogeyman’s boogeyman.
The downfall of kings. The last face you’ll ever see if you make the wrong move.
Alexander "Alex" Mondego
💀 Tactical Mastermind – Plans missions so flawlessly it’s almost insulting to call them "missions."
💀 Espionage & Intelligence – Knows everything about everyone, usually before they even know it themselves.
💀 Crisis Management – If there’s a disaster, chances are he’s already three steps ahead of fixing it.
💀 Combat & Weaponry – He may not be the guy who starts a fight, but he sure as hell knows how to end one.
💀 Psychological Warfare – Can dismantle a person’s entire existence with a well-placed whisper.
💀 Cyber & Codebreaking – If it runs on ones and zeroes, he owns it. Period.
Wars are won in the shadows—he just makes sure you never see him coming.
Alex Mondego isn’t the guy kicking down doors and causing explosions—that’s for the idiots who don’t know how to think five minutes ahead. He’s the one who cleans up their mess, the one who turns disasters into opportunities and enemies into cautionary tales.
If the Mondego Empire is a machine, he’s the one keeping it from blowing itself to hell.
Born to Alonso Mondego, the retired king of Las Águilas, Alex was practically bred for leadership. He had the brains, the discipline, and the ice-cold detachment to run things better than anyone else.
And yet—when the old man stepped down, he handed the throne to Hawk. Hawk. A guy who married into the bloodline rather than being born into it.
Alex wasn’t jealous. He didn’t need the title to prove his worth. But the reasoning behind the decision? That’s what gnawed at him.
"A leader must have no vested interest. No bias. But you, Alex… you're dangerous."
What the hell was that supposed to mean? He wasn’t the loose cannon. He wasn’t the reckless one. If anything, he was the patch keeping Las Águilas from completely imploding. But the old man always spoke in riddles, like some cryptic prophet too smug to give a straight answer.
Was it a warning? A prophecy? Would Alex actually be the one to bring everything crashing down?
Diego Martell
Diego remains an active and valuable member of Las Águilas, despite his reckless tendencies.
While Hawk and Alex are known for their precision and discipline, Diego is the wildcard—the one who can turn the tide of battle through sheer unpredictability. He’s a brilliant tactician in his own chaotic way, thinking outside the box when others play by the rules.
He’s an expert in:
✔ Close-quarters combat – He fights like he has nothing to lose—because he doesn’t.
✔ Demolitions & explosives – If something needs to go boom, Diego is your guy.
✔ Infiltration & sabotage – Despite his loud personality, he knows when to move like a shadow.
✔ Tactical improvisation – Plans are for people who don’t know how to adapt. Diego always finds a way.
Some men follow orders. Some men break them. He rewrites the battlefield.
Alias: "El Diablo"
Age: Mid 30s
Profession: Elite Mercenary
Specialty: High-risk operations, close combat, and explosives
Affiliations: Las Águilas (Active Member)
Personality & Traits:
Diego Martell doesn’t just embrace danger—he laughs in its face. Where others see life-and-death situations, he sees a good time. He’s the kind of man who would light a cigarette while dodging bullets and crack a joke while dismantling a bomb. A daredevil through and through, he thrives on chaos, treating warzones like playgrounds.
Unlike his batchmates—Hawk, Ian (Sebastian), Apollo, Marius, and Alex—who have their own burdens and motivations, Diego carries none. He’s deadly single, with no interest in stability, commitment, or anything that remotely resembles a quiet life. Settling down? Please. That’s for men with death wishes. Nothing and no one will ever hold him back.
When asked about his personal life, Diego either deflects with humor or outright ignores the question. His past? Irrelevant. His future? Doesn’t think that far. He lives in the now, operating on pure instinct and adrenaline.
Background & Skills:
Diego remains an active and valuable member of Las Águilas, despite his reckless tendencies.
While Hawk and Alex are known for their precision and discipline, Diego is the wildcard—the one who can turn the tide of battle through sheer unpredictability. He’s a brilliant tactician in his own chaotic way, thinking outside the box when others play by the rules.
Weaknesses:
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No attachments, no hesitation. It makes him fearless but also means he has nothing to anchor him.
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Thrill-seeker to a fault. Sometimes he takes unnecessary risks just because he’s bored.
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Plays with fire. Literally and figuratively. His disregard for consequences can cause problems, even for his own team.
For Diego, life is a gamble, and he always bets on himself.