Amanda Bigman

### Date of death

"The fear of Death follows from the fear of Life. Someone who lives fully is prepared to die at any time"

## Physical description

### Eye color

Brown

Calm, Calculative, Charming - Superficial, Lazy, Indecisive

When I was 18 I moved to Los Santos. I wanted to escape my mom and her drunk of a husband because they've never done much for me anyway and I'll be damned if I was going to rot away in that shitty little trailer park. I'd like to think that I was tough back then but compared to my brother I was weak... he fought my battles while fighting his own. Never heard him complain about a thing to this day though. I had been keeping in touch with him through letters from the time I was 15. (old school right?) He said his spot wasn't anything fancy but that I would have a better chance of thriving in a place with more opportunities. What a sick joke that was because as soon as I got off the bus to LS in the first week I found myself a job at the local strip joint, Hank's Honey's. Hank was a piece of work and was caught stealing tips from the girls. This is how I lost my first job and won my first black eye after confronting him with a gun in his own office (spoiler alert the gun was NOT loaded) I was 18, brave, and stupid.

I've always been told that I am a smart, beautiful, and kind girl even when I was a kiddo. Personally, I've never thought of myself as anything but average and if I am all of those things why am I struggling so much? Thoughts like these drove me to depression. By the time I was 21 I was still working strip clubs and my older brother was deep in whatever he was doing because I stopped hearing from him and he stopped dropping by the apartment. This went on for months and I almost drove myself insane worrying about him. When I was 22 I found this charming older man who took me away from the 9-5 I was working and put me in a BIG ASS mansion... It was insane. I upgraded from stripper to a Real Housewives big shot. We got engaged and I began planning a wedding. Months later my new fiance was now always gone on "business meetings" and would try to make up for it by spoiling me with gifts or luxury vacations.

Even more months later my older brother reached out to me. He said he had gotten injured and was hospitalized during the time we weren't speaking. I couldn't be mad at him for that... I excitedly called my fiance and told him we needed to go to the hospital so they can meet and he can get my brother's blessing on our marriage. As we entered my older brother's hospital room his face and body turned a ghostly white upon seeing my fiance. He said no words but as his younger sister I knew that there was something wrong and that he was shitting his pants. I'm no dummy... so I played it off as best I could that I saw nothing until my fiance left the room. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" My brother got up from his bed and shoved his nose into mine with a look of seriousness I'd never seen before. "What?" I laughed a little but dropped my smile once I realized he didn't find anything funny. After he scans my face for a few moments he sits back onto the bed as to collect himself.

"You need to leave him. You need to get on the next plane and go back to Florida, change your name, do whatever you need to do to disappear. I'm sorry but this is not the life I wanted for you. That man... THAT MAN, Amanda has killed HUNDREDS if not thousands of people with just his word. THAT MAN is the reason why I almost died in this fucking hospital and to him YOU are just another soldier to sacrifice" ... Huh? At this point I am tempted to call a nurse to check my brother for delusions, I've never seen him this spooked before. At this point in time I texted my fiance to let him know I'd be staying at the hospital with my brother. He had no arguments so naturally I assumed my brother was just given way too high a dosage of god knows what. But after that first night in the hospital my brother told me everything. He's in a gang, my fiance is one of the biggest crime lords in Cayo Perico, and that we're going to have to fight or run like hell to get out of this situation.

It took 3 years to escape him.

Now I'm 25, fought for my place in Los Santos and found real love with my current husband. Whatever life throws my way now, I can more than handle.

*(Feel free to ask for more info on this it's an actual RP scene I did years ago)*