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| Wolfie | Nov 22 2009, 03:43 PM Post #1 |
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| Wolfie | Jan 19 2010, 03:48 PM Post #2 |
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WILL FINISH EDITING THIS LATER. MY COMPUTER IS BEING A PIECE OF SHIT. It keeps freezing up and it won't do ANYTHING as it should right now and it's pissing me off. If I don't post this here, I may permanently lose it, so here it is. Currently unfinished. -.-; { YourSelf } Name: Caitlin, Wolfie, Silent_Wolf Contact Info: Not given Other Characters: None at the moment, will update. { General } Name: Alicia Aarons Nickname(s): Alice, 'Auntie' Alice, The Princess (dancer stage name) Age: 27 Birthplace: Charleston, West Virginia Birthdate: July 14, 1896 Family: Russo Crime Family Password: Moderator Edit { Appearance } Height: 5'9 1/4" Weight: 118 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Auburnish/brown Overall Appearance: Alice is extremely lean from years of ballet and dance, and while she may be slightly underweight, she actually eats quite often. Her civillian appearance is rather plain, with the shapeless dresses that are popular with the women of the 20's; and her dancer clothing ranges from tutus and leotards to costumes of various extravagances. Her clothing when she comes to visit the speakeasy is also rather plain; however, it's certainly professional: a pinstriped off-blue white dress shirt with short sleaves, pinstriped black pants and short boots. She tends to keep her shoulder-length hair pulled back except in the company of the Family; she relaxes far more easily around them than even her dance instructors. While she does on occasion wear makeup, she rarely does except for performances and special occasions. When in the speakeasy, always has a gun in a leather holster; the revolver was her father's and was passed down to her, originally intended as an heirloom but is actually her favorite tool of her trade. { Personality } Strengths: +Very agile +Steady hands (don't shake when on the Job) +Superb balance +Very quiet +20/20 eyesight +Always remembers to clean up after her assignments +Very composed Weaknesses: -Frequently stuffers strained and pulled muscles due to dance class -Severe migraines -Frequent nightmares -Can't hold her booze well, easily drunk -Has trouble relaxing around anybody but the Family, says it's her muscles acting up as an excuse -Dyslexia -Under the composure is a very nervous woman. Likes: +Dogs (Particularly her own, Scruffy) +Pickles +Fine art +Music +Dance +Fancy guns (decorated ones not for actual use) +Smoking (Only on special occasions as she gets headaches from the nicotine) Dislikes: -Anyone who is against the family -Cucumbers -Reading extensively -Champagne (Too fizzy) -Cats (Allergic) -Birds (Particularly pigeons) -Horses (fell off of one as a child) Hobbies: *Reading (though it takes awhile and can be frustrating) *Gun collecting (hobby and work related) *Dancing *Blackjack (occasionally cheats if she's losing badly) Overall Personality: Very quiet, Alice tends to stick around on her own. However, with the Family she's more open and definitely a mother hen of sorts to the newer Mafiosi; this is sort of where she got the name "Auntie," as she's quite like that favorite aunt who always has that special little bit of advice and a gun on the other hand. Well, maybe not everybody has that particular aunt, but she's that specific kind. She's also fiercely protective of anybody in the Family, not just The Vixen. She is an extrodinarily large fan of dance and the arts; however, she wasn't born into it. She came into it when she took classes during her teen years against her mother's wishes; and she loved it from day one. Even the agonizing stretching and the sore muscles didn't deter her; it was exhilirating and to this day, she performs on stage. When she talks about an upcoming musical, dance, or play, she just lights up and seems to be a totally different person. She also invites the Family to come and see the shows if they wish to; as they know her, they can get in for relatively cheap. She also gives everybody in the Family little pet names; for example, she calls Jakyl "Smilie" because of his scar; Catherine and Daniella are 'Mama Cat' and 'Mama Danny' respectively; Lioni is "The Lion;" Yuriy is, well, Yuriy, she couldn't come up with a nickname for him to save her life. Francesca is "Franny" or her regular nickname, "Hot Lips;" Camilla is "Miller;" Ivy is "Siren;" Blade is "Pointy;" and Irene is "Leggy." All of the pet names have either to do with their names, her perspective on their personalities, or their jobs. As for the immense guilt she feels after every hit, it usually dissipates after a few days. The only time she didn't feel remorse was when she finally got her hands on her father's killer; and any other times she doesn't feel remorse is when she's going after enemies of the Family or murderers that need to be dealt with when the police won't. She owns no illusions of personal grandeur; no schizophrenic notion that she was "chosen by God to do His will." Her mindset on her job is simple: There are people who are in the way, and if the police don't handle the problem (or don't WANT to), she will. { Background } Relatives Alive: +Mother, Anise Aarons - Age 47. Do not see eye-to-eye and they haven't spoken in five years. +Pet, Scruffy - Age 2 1/2. Boxer-Labrador mix, though Alice doesn't know this; she found him in a pound as a four-month-old puppy and loved him from the start. He's very loyal to her, and he doesn't mind a bellyrub from any of Alice's friends. She rarely brings him to the speakeasy, but occasionally will if the mood has been dour. +Half-Brother, ??? - Around 30 years. Was given up for adoption; Anise was forced to by her parents. Alice has never met him, and, while she wants to know who he is, she knows just how tricky the adoption circuit is and knows damn well she'll probably never find him. Dead: +Father, Edgar Aarons - Died at age 35, murdered. The case stood as a cold file until Alice was twenty-one, when a confession letter surfaced. It stated, in detail, what had happened, where it happened, how the man had murdered him, and who he was - all of this was information unrevealed to the public. Avid gun collector. History: Alicia was born to an arranged marriage; Edgar and Anise, while not in love, had her almost on accident. Anise never expected to have children, as her periods were often irregular and once in awhile, she'd go for months without anything happening. Alice was, as a result, a great surprise to the pair. She had a reasonably normal childhood; she developed a fondness for guns, much like her father, though it was more for the artistic value at first. Her favorite in particular was a revolver with intricate, vine-like lines weaving over the metal, with a pearl handle. This would later be given to her when she turned 18, as stated in her father's will. When she was 12, her father disappeared. This wasn't entirely unusual; he would occasionally pick up a tip that there was a rare gun at an antiques show in some other state and he'd run out to go after it after leaving enough money for his wife and daughter to live on until he got back (as he was the only one who worked at the time). However, this time, he didn't come back. He finally turned up again after four months - bludgeoned over the head, a hand missing, and multiple gunshot wounds. The police never gave an autopsy report of how he died, and wouldn't even release it to his wife without being paid to do it; and this stayed with Alice for years as a sore injustice. Reports of other deaths similar to it came up, but again, no families were given the knowledge of how their loved one had died unless they paid to know. This was fishy to her mind; why wouldn't the police give out the name? In her teen years, she decided to take dance classes to take up her spare time, which was usually full of trying to figure out who had murdered her father. Her mother was in such a deep depression about it that Alice had to investigate in secret, lest her mother have an outburst and begin to throw things around as she had begun to do when upset. She loved the classes, and as far as she can remember only missed two - she'd managed to twist her ankle up and her teacher had forced her to stay home until she could walk on it again. She was able to walk with a limp after two days and never missed anymore classes, even when badly sick. On her 18th birthday, her father's former lawyer stopped by; while the man was still her mother's lawyer as well, he was there on business for her father. He presented to her a case made of black-laquered oak, a letter, and another case, this one made of cherry wood. He instructed her to open the letter first, as it was directly written to her and her specifically and her mother should never read it. She left it until that night to open it, once her mother was asleep, and the letter was written in quite a rush. My Alice, My time is short, and I have to make this letter as brief as possible. I've lied to you and your mother for years about why I'm really running off. Yes, there are rare guns that I've always looked to acquire, but sometimes it wasn't just that. I have a certain career that I've hid since I married Anise. I've killed people, Alice, and the money I earned doing it is what kept us out of the poorhouse. While I am probably dead when you are reading this, I understand that you may possibly be wondering where the money keeps coming from. The people I worked for are still paying me for hits I completed, as well as odd jobs here and there. I also called in some personal favors to keep you and your mother safe; however, these favors are going to end when you are nineteen. I beg of you to leave Charleston and go somewhere else with Anise. If you have already left for whatever reason, then I beg of you to leave from there as well. What I have left you is the entirety of my collection of guns. The decorative ones - and the ones I've used. Please, my Alice, be safe. Don't make the mistakes I did. My end has passed by the time you read this, and I pray life hasn't been cruel to you. I love you, sweetheart. Take care. Your papa, Edgar The disgust that shot through her body shook her to her core; all those years, all the times he'd left - he'd gone off to kill people? And.. and they'd lived off the money? She felt sick, but eventually managed to calm herself down enough to open the boxes. One was her father's leather gun-holster; he used to tell her stories about his great-great-great-and-so-on-uncle who was a cowboy, who'd passed it down through his son. And then after a couple generations, one son had no sons and gave it to Edgar's grandfather. There were always some things wrong with his stories, like the whole cowboy thing; cowboys weren't around in the 1400s. But the stories had always enraptured her, and thinking about it brought tears to her eyes. Then she opened the second box, and in it was the gun she'd always admired. While it should've been no surprise that it was left to her, what amazed her most was that it had been stolen when her father had died, and yet now here it was in her hands! Where had it gone and how had it been found? She kept the letter, gun, and holster a secret from her mother; the shock might kill the poor woman. When she was twenty one, a Chicago newspaper screamed the headline, "MURDERER CONFESSION!" This particular newspaper found its way to her doorstep by mysterious means, and with nary a word to her mother about where she was going, she took off for Chicago to find out more. When she arrived, she found the police a bit more receptive than the ones who had investigated her father's murder; they even gave her the autopsy report after "finaggling" with the department in her town. He'd been dead when his head had been bludgeoned, but what had killed him was drowning - which hadn't been entirely evident to the untrained eye because of the condition he'd finally been found in, but his lungs had been full of water. The modus operandi was exactly the same in the other murders; gunshot wounds to the torso and abdomen, a missing hand (it varied from person to person which one was taken), drowning, and then a hit to the head to try and mask the murder. It hadn't taken long for Alice to locate the killer; a local antiquity dealer. However, what she didn't know was that he was a hitman for a family in a turf war with the Russo Crime Family - which is the same Family her father did jobs for. As she wasn't familiar with the Chicago gang wars, she went in fairly unprepared - but what she did do was shoot her father's killer point blank between the eyes with her father's revolver after tying him up and beating him to a pulp the same way he did to her father. She was caught shortly after, and set for trial - But for some reason, all charges were dropped, and she was let go, given back all her personal effects, including the murder weapon. She'd even confessed and the charges were dropped! It baffled her mind. Then, about a week later, once she was safely back home, the lawyer came back... with a friend. This started her on her career with the Family; and she hasn't looked back. The reason she no longer speaks to her mother is related to her excessive drinking; her mother, having become a drunkard of elephantine proportions, was the source of humiliation and embarrassment for Alice. Hence why she hasn't gone back to Charleston since. She still takes her dance lessons. { Other } Anything Else?: Found the old second-in-command dead, apparently of suicide, not too long before Daniella's father died and the Vixen seized power. Is quietly wondering who killed him, as there were a few things about the "suicide" that were off-kilter. Sample Post: The very first thing Alice saw every morning was a furry face full of teeth and slobber. "Scruff! Get off!" She began to laugh and wrestled him off of her, falling off the couch in the process; the dog warbled in a sort of canine laugh and started licking her face to wake her up more. "Eww, no, dog breath." She pushed him away and stood, brushing some stray fur off her black pants. "You need to stop doing that, puppy." He whined and turned around, walking with his head down and his tail drooping to the overstuffed pillow he slept on. "Aw, Scruffles, don't be a debbie downer!" Alice sighed and sat back down, picking up the papers she'd been looking at when she'd fallen asleep. It was a hit she was supposed to be doing that day; she grimaced just thinking about it, today was supposed to be her day off but this one was a special order. Now where was the telephone. She eventually found it and waited for the operator to pick up. "Good morning, to whom are you connecting today?" "Russo house, please." "Transferring!" Alice made a face at the pep of the operator, but waited until she heard Daniella's voice. "It's just me, Mama, just needed to verify a few last facts about work today." She took out a notepad and started writing. "..Okay, pick up the package at the post office, stop at the restaurant to drop it off, talk to Smilie and then finish up for the day? Sounds awfully postal, Mama." She giggled. "I'll have it done by noon at earliest, a'ight?" She hung up and checked the notepad; written in shorthand, it read: The banker needs to be brought to the pub today. Considering your usual job, I'm sure you can pull this off. You're to pose as his wife until you're in Dollsters; his actual wife is the one who needs taking care of and that's why we're discussing the terms in person and not over his phone. Let him drive you there, as she can't drive to save her life, and bring him to the speakeasy. "A'ight, I can do this, no problem." She grabbed the only mink stole she had - it was for a play she'd been in a few months ago, she was allergic to the fur but would put up with it for the sake of appearances - and stuffed it in a bag, heading out of her apartment. "Scruffles, no parties, alright?" The dog just threw a rumble in her direction before putting his head back down on the pillow. She stepped into the hall and locked the door behind her, thinking absently to herself. Not quite my usual job, but it beats having to rescue a cat. She made a face and headed for the staircase. Edited by Wolfie, May 20 2010, 06:33 AM.
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| Wolfie | May 19 2010, 07:33 AM Post #3 |
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{ YourSelf } Name: Kat R. Contact Info: krfishyfriend@gmail.com Other Characters: none { General } Name: Lucia Basillio Nickname(s):"Lucky Lou" Age: 29 Birthplace:Atlantic City, New Jersey Birthdate: Family: The Russos Password: Moderator Edit { Appearence } Height:5'6" Weight:170 Eye Color:Green Hair Color:Dark Brown Overall Appearance: Lucia basillio is a rather short, sort of heavy set woman. She has olive toned skin (from her Italian roots), with thick, curly hair. She has one scar on her stomach from a barbed wire fence that she tried hopping in a quick escape from the heat. Her eyes are very big a bright. Unfortunately, the same goes for her nose, giving her the unwelcomed title given to her by her closest confidants, "Nosy". Her skin is a little pot marked from a bad case of chicken pox when she was eight. She Keeps up with the latest fashion trends be it hats, suits, or dresses. This how ever cannot make up for her lack of lustrous beauty. Therefor, she is definitely not "the fairest of them all". { Personality } Strengths: -Smart -Manipulative -Fast runner -Can keep a good secret -She knows the dirt on anybody and everybody in town -Charismatic -Hard worker Weaknesses: -Unsympathetic -Emotionally unstable at times -Commitment issues -Drinking problem -Holds grudges -Obsessed with the secrecy of the family's work -Clumsy Likes: -Alcohol -The idea of a "Godmother" -Having a close family -Fashion -Working for the Family -Running -Unhealthy food Dislikes: -People plotting against the Family -Cops -The nasty nicknames given to her -Her parents - Animals -Reading of ANY kind - Women in relationships Hobbies: -Running -Singing at clubs -Drawing -Cooking Overall Personality: Lucia is a girl who would never do anything to put the Family in harms way. She is a loyal hardworking Mafiosi with ambition for the future; a future with alcohol. Yes, she is an alcoholic and with the lack of alcohol, things have gotten a little scary. Lucia no longer has alcohol as a crutch, so she now has been a little over the top as far as emotions go. But Lucia wouldn't ever hurt a person for her own selfish reasons. But if the Boss ever needed someone whacked... She is the kind of person who would take a bullet for her family; as long as it wasn't her parents. She is rather bitter towards women in relationships because frankly, she envies them. Most men don't want to get to know "ugly" women. She loves running in her spare time because it helps her deal with her raging emotions and tragic past. { Background } Lucia awas born in Atlantic City, New Jersey. She had parents who didn't ever seem to be around. Although they loved her very much, they couldn't endanger her life by involving her in their careers, or rather their lifestyle. They were cold blooded criminals with many enemies who would just love having that sort of emotional leverage. So she lived mostly with her grandparents Louisa and Alex. Lucia never learned her parents secret until she was eight and on her death bed. So her family has a shady past that would prepare her for the secrets she would have to keep in honor of her new lifestyle. Relatives (must have some kind of family) Alive: -Marty Basillio(father) -Linda Basillio (mother) Dead: -Nana Louisa (grandmother) -Papa Alex (grandfather) History: Because her parents were never around when she when she was a child, the only real family Lucia had were her grandparents Nana Louisa and Papa Alex, but they sadly both passed away right before her seventh birthday. When Lucia was eight, she was hospitalized with a sever case of chicken pox. It was then, on her death bed, that her parents explained to her, much to their dismay, why they were never around. They were criminals. At eight, she had a lot to deal with, not to mention the fact she was still always alone. Eventually her parents wer put behind bars, and Lucia was sent to live with some relatives in Chicago where she stayed for 5 years until she was sick of them and moved in with a friend from school and her parents. Of course her old family, didn't care about whre she went, she was just a burde. She lived with her adoptive parents until she was 18. Out on her own, she wasn't doing too well. She was living paycheck to paycheck in a dinky little apartment in a seedy part of the Chicago city. She lost every job she, mostly due to her complete lack of entusiasum towards the people she interacted with. When she was 24, she ran into an old friend from school who told her of a job her brother was asking her to join but wasn't interested. Lucia wasn't entirely sure about this job. She didn't know much about it at all: who she was working for, what the position was, or where this job was. But since her options were limited as far as occupations went, she didn't have much choice than to agree to check it out. She got the address for the place she could possibly be working at, and oddly enough, was told to come atleast past 9 P.M. This fact confused her, and honestly she felt worried that this was some sort of male fantasy career. And sadly, she was considering that fact as an option. She walked to the building on the slip of paper she was given and her hopes sank. It was a dingy abandoned warehouse in the industrial part of town. There were two men dressed in suits standing at the door, as if they were guarding it. When she went up to them, she mentioned her name and one stepped away from the entrance and let her in. As she entered the building there was a long table with a lot of men and a few women sitting on either side of it and one man sitting at the head of the table. Lucia was extremely worried. The group gave off a very tense vibe, and she didn't like it. Now she looks back on that day as a funny memory. The day she was let into the world of the Mob. Her family the Russos, were a lively bunch that funded a marvelous little speakeasy Dollsters. When she first went there, she had her first drink, a huge experience that would change her life forever because that very same night, she had her second drink. And her third and fourth drinks. until she had had so may that she was black out drunk. That day would mark her only goal in life: to get more alcohol. But the most important fact was that this goal, this ambition of hers, couldn't interfere with the Family's business. Especially now that the the Boss's right hand man had killed himself. Not to mention, the boss was killed. And now that Daniella is Boss, Lucia felt she had no special favor. She can't ever let that happen again. That night she learned a lesson she won't soon forget. Lucia remembered it well. She got very drunk and tried to have a little fun on some private property. But when she hopped over the fence, there was security all over the place: and they had dogs. She ran back towards the fence, but cut herself on the barbed wire. when she escaped, she did the worst thing a person could do: she led the Heat to Dollsters. Thankfully, they didn't find the place but she was so drunk, she found the entire situation hilarious. So everybody else heard Lucia's "hilarious story" and the beans were spilled. { Other } Anything Else?: Sample Post: Lucia's head hurt as if she got whacked in the head with a hammer. "What did I do last night?" Of course she wasn't talking about the headache. She woke up with a splitting pain in her head almost every morning. No, she was referring to the huge slash across her stomach. And then it came back to her: she could have been killed last night."How could I have been so stupid!", she thought to herself miserably. She could have been killed, she WOULD have been killed if it wasn't for the fact that he Boss was dead, and the family had alot more important matters to deal with. Her Family lost a piece of itself. Now Daniella was Boss. The Vixen. The Godmother. What ever you wanted to call her. All Lucia new was that she was forever grateful of the new Boss of the Russo family. She didn't have to let Lucia live. She could have killed her for putting the Family at risk like she did last night But she didn't. Lucia didn'y like the special favor she was getting. It made her feel weak, like she coudn't survive without these favors, and she didn't appreciate them. And now Lucia had to suffer the consequences of her special treatment. "Ugh. I have to go to work today." This she was not looking forward too. All she was going to hear about today was her incompetence, her ignorence, her stupidity, and her carelessness. She was going to have to deal with the fact that she'll be in trouble soon enough. As soon as this trouble with the Boss was over. She would just have to stick it out til then, much to her dismay. "But first to the hospital..." she murmered to herself, "...I need to get this thing stitched up before I sober up and actually feel the pain." Edited by Wolfie, May 20 2010, 06:32 AM.
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