In shape from years of traveling and carrying heavy loads. And lots of soccer as a child
Dark brown, thick, and wavy if it grows.
A man, not too ugly, not too plain. A Roman Nose, short hair. A scar on his forehead from when a rock thrown by a protesting college student hit him.
Guillermo was born in Mid-November. To a family that was neither rich nor arrogant. A simple family, just able to support what was needed. Growing up in the streets of Maracay Guillermo was not exposed to the level of violence and insurrection others of his age would have. From a young age he had a yearning to join the armed forces of his country. He also had a love of writing, reading, soccer, and vaqueros. His family had different views for him. He was not to be a soldier, but an educated man. University was the path set for him.
In college his love of writing took the form of Journalism. Not always the safest job for a South American man, but Guillermo felt that the truth was a powerful thing. A weapon to be wielded.
After college Guillermo decided to take his life on a path, one of travel and intrigue. He became a free-lance journalist. A roving investigator and reporter. Guillermo came to greatly enjoy the adrenaline of reporting on the more dangerous aspects of his career, civil disobedience, riots, demonstrations, even war. During his time as a reporter he spent three months in Helmand Province covering ISAF training of the ANA. An experience he would keep as his most fulfilling.
In March of 2017, Guillermo and his friend Jorge, who served as his cameraman and editor were contracted. Their job was to cover the growing tension in a small country that until recently was racked by civil war. It was only to be protests and demonstrations they were told. The money was good, and the job seemed easy. What could go wrong? With a full wallets and empty note-pads, Guillermo and Jorge set off for a small nation known as Chernarus.