Jeferson Alexander (🇻🇪)

Name: Yeferson Alexander “Yefa” Briceño
Age: 24 years
Nationality: Venezuelan 🇻🇪
Place of origin: Maracay, Aragua state
Current residence: Caracas
Occupation: Motorcyclist / motorcycle mechanic / “professional scavenger”
Height: 1.82 m
Build: Slim but strong, broad shoulders, arms marked from working with engines.
Dominant hand: Right
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Marital status: Single, according to him. "I don't have a girlfriend, I have women who write to me."
Nicknames: Yefa, El Flaco, Briceño or “that crazy guy on the motorcycle”.

Yefa is one of those guys who shouldn't look as well-dressed as he does.
Light brown skin, a strong jawline, thick eyebrows, and an intense gaze that makes him seem like he's always about to get into trouble.
She has black hair, short on the sides and slightly long on top, usually disheveled.
Short beard, defined mustache and a cheeky smile that he uses as a weapon.
He has several tattoos:
A rosary around the forearm.
A small virgin on her chest.
A skull with roses on its shoulder.
His mother's name discreetly tattooed.
Letters on the knuckles.
A huge tattoo on his back that he almost never shows.
A small “23” behind the ear.
And yes: he's tattooed as much as possible without looking like a high school notebook.

Yeferson is your typical neighborhood thug, but with a confidence that seems illegal.
He speaks loudly, walks like he owns the street, and has that unbearable habit of looking people up and down before saying something like:
"So what was it?"
He's mocking, cheeky, sassy, ​​and quite the loudmouth. He always has a comeback for everything. If someone threatens him, he laughs. If someone challenges him, he gets cocky. If someone tells him he's hot, he immediately thinks he's an international model.
But beneath that dangerous facade, he's quite protective of the people he cares about.
Loyal to the point of stupidity.
With his friends he can spend hours talking nonsense, racing motorcycles, drinking soda on a sidewalk or fixing a motorcycle that he swore "was ready a while ago".
He has zero patience for people who humiliate others for having less money.
And although he would never admit it, he is very sentimental.
Once you can say:
“Everything tastes like shit to me.”
And five minutes later she's carefully putting away an old bracelet because someone important gave it to her.

He loves it:
🏍️ Motorcycles
🎵 Old Reggaeton
🎵 Venezuelan Trap
🎵 Salsa
🎵 Music at full volume
⚽ Playing football in the street
🥩 Grilled Meats
🍗 Fried chicken
🥤 Malts
🍔 Street Burgers
🌃 Going out at night
🔧 Repair engines
🧢 Buy caps
👟 Sports shoes
🐶 The dogs
🌧️ Driving in the rain
📱 Send very long audio messages
💈 Go to the barbershop
😎 Annoying your friends
Hates:
Let them touch his motorcycle.
That they speak to him with superiority.
Conceited people.
That they call him "thug" in a derogatory tone.
Let them insult their mother.
The traffic police.
That someone takes too long to reply.
Lose.
Apologize.
Tell him he's in love.

His practically official uniform:
Fitted black flannel.
Dark jeans.
Thick strap.
Athletic shoes.
Cap.
Silver chain.
Large clock.
Bracelets.
Perfume too expensive for someone who claims to be "broke".
Black helmet.
And when he wants to be especially unbearable:
White flannel, light jeans, chain, dark glasses and the motorcycle.
She knows perfectly well that she looks good.
And that's part of the problem.

Maikel “The Fat One”
His best friend.
He's not actually fat, but the nickname stuck.
He's the only one who can tell you:
“Shut up, Yefa.” And indeed she shuts up.

Jhoana
The friend who knows him too well.
She's the only one who knows when Yefa is pretending to be okay.
She is also the only person who can make fun of his tattoos without him getting offended.
The mother: Maritza
The only woman Yefa is truly afraid of.
He may be 24 years old, 1.82 meters tall, and act like a tough guy to half the world, but if Maritza tells him to:
“Yeferson, come here.”
He replies:
“I’m coming, Mom.”
Without arguing.
And Yefa does indeed remain silent.
They work together in the workshop and have known each other since they were teenagers.
Brayan “El Negro”
The second crazy one in the group.
He's always with Yefa on the motorcycle or sitting outside the workshop.
He has an impressive ability to create problems where there were none.
Yefa constantly tells him:
“Dude, you're a magnet for trouble.”

His most important possession is a modified black motorcycle, old but impeccably maintained.
She knows it piece by piece.
You can listen to the engine for three seconds and say:
“That’s the carburetor, Dad. That thing is begging for some TLC.”
The motorcycle has small mirrors, a modified exhaust, and several details that he installed himself.
She doesn't allow anyone to drive it.
Nobody.
Not even his best friends

He lives in a simple neighborhood house in Caracas, one of those attached to other houses, with bars in front, a metal gate and a small terrace where the motorcycle, some plastic chairs and a plastic table that has survived for about 15 years fit.
The facade is painted, but some parts are already peeling. There are flowerpots his mother put there, a coiled hose, and clothes hanging somewhere because Maritza is constantly battling her son's concept of "order." His younger sister, Valentina, 15, who is his complete opposite, also lives with them.

The room has:
A somewhat old but comfortable sofa.
Large television.
A display case with glasses that no one is allowed to touch.
Family photos.
A fan that makes a suspicious noise.
A calendar from a local business.
A religious image.
The router is hidden in a strategically elevated location.

His room:
Here's the real disaster.
Yefa's room looks like a museum dedicated to himself.
He has a double bed because, according to him:
“You never know.”
One wall is covered with caps.
Another one has a couple of photos with her friends and a Venezuelan flag.
There are perfumes, chains, watches, helmets, tools, clothes lying around and sports shoes everywhere.
In one corner there is a box with motorcycle parts.
In another, a small desk where he keeps documents, money, and personal items.

Here's the real disaster.
Yefa flirts with absolutely everything that breathes, but when he really likes someone, he becomes a complete idiot.
He doesn't know how to communicate.
Instead of saying:
“I was worried about you.”
Says:
"And where the hell were you?"
Instead of:
“You look beautiful.”
Says:
“You really dressed up today, okay.”
Instead of:
"I want to see you."
Says:
“If you’re going out, let me know.”
He is jealous, proud, and possessive of his feelings, although he tries to disguise it with jokes.
And it has a specific weakness:
that they stroke her hair.
He will deny this until his death.

Although he prides himself on being cold, he saves money to help his mother.
He dreams of opening his own motorcycle workshop.
He has a box under his bed where he keeps photographs, letters, and mementos that he would never show to his friends.
He didn't finish his studies, but he's much smarter than he seems.
He learned mechanics practically on his own.
And, although he would never say it out loud, he would like to one day have a nice house, a big workshop, and a family.

🗣️ TYPICAL PHRASES
"So what was it?"
“I’m not hitting on you, I’m just talking to you normally.”
“Relax, Mom.”
"And who told you I was jealous?"
“I’ll take care of it.”
“That motorcycle isn’t damaged, it’s sentimental.”
"Don't look at me like that because I'll fall in love, okay?"
“I am a calm man.”
(He proceeds to get into three problems before the day is over.)
“Nobody tells me what to do.”
(Maritza calls him.)
“Yes, Mom, I’m coming.”