[color=Darkgoldenrod][center][h3]Basics[/h3][/center][/color] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/bDarf80.jpg[/img][/center] [hider=SHE HAD A PLOT RELEVANT FACELIFT (HAIRCUT, COLLAGEN, CONTACTS, WARDROBE CHANGE) SHE USED TO LOOK LIKE THIS][img]http://i.imgur.com/ApYU1NP.jpg[/img][/hider] [color=SeaGreen][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Lucania Cleodora Melia Castalia [color=SeaGreen][b]Goes By:[/b][/color] Lucania Castalia [color=SeaGreen][b]Other aliases:[/b][/color] The 6th Castalia, Sottocapo's Kid, Heiress, Princess, The Lady Boss, Bloody Sleeves, Lucky Lucia, The Voice that Soothes [color=SeaGreen][b]Age:[/b][/color] 27 [color=SeaGreen][b]Appeared Age:[/b][/color] Mid 20s/Early 30s (26-32) [color=SeaGreen][b]Height:[/b][/color] 4' 10'' (flat-footed), 5' 1/2'' (w/ heels) [color=SeaGreen][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 121lbs [color=SeaGreen][b]Eye Color (Contacts):[/b][/color] Shifts from [color=BurlyWood]Light Brown[/color] to [color=Goldenrod]Golden Brown[/color] to a [color=663300]Chocolate shade[/color]. [color=SeaGreen][b]Eye Color (Natural):[/b][/color] No single color. Lucania's iris colors seem to change with her mood, who she's with, and other mental and physical stimuli. [hider=Known iris colors][list][*] [color=SaddleBrown][i]Brown[/i][/color] = Neutral [*] [color=DarkOliveGreen][i]Hazel[/i][/color] = Multiple complimentary feelings [*] [color=DodgerBlue][i]Blue[/i][/color] = Sadness [*] [color=Teal][i]Teal[/i][/color] = Pain [*] [color=Blue][i]Blue Velvet[/i][/color] = Soul/singing/Immortal vocal ability use [*] [color=Cyan][i]Cyan[/i][/color] = Embarrassment/surprise [*] [color=Green][i]Green[/i][/color] = Envy [*] [color=Red][i]Red[/i][/color] = Anger [*] [color=DarkOrange][i]Orange[/i][/color] = Greed [*] [color=Gold][i]Gold[/i][/color] = Happiness [*] [color=Yellow][i]Yellow[/i][/color] = Affection [*] [color=DarkViolet][i]Violet[/i][/color] = Pleasure [*] [color=Purple][i]Purple[/i][/color] = Sexual attraction [*] [color=HotPink][i]Pink[/i][/color] = Love [*] [color=Silver][i]Gray[/i][/color] = Fear [*] [color=GhostWhite][i]White[/i][/color] = Pure altruism, understanding of the self and directionless compassion, as of yet unseen [*] [color=Black][b]Black[/b][/color] = Pure misanthropy and directionless hatred, her vision seems to blur and become darker with this eyeshade [*] [i]Any type of [color=DarkOrange]h[/color][color=DarkOliveGreen]e[/color][color=DodgerBlue]t[/color][color=Green]e[/color][color=Red]r[/color][color=Silver]o[/color][color=HotPink]c[/color][color=Yellow]h[/color][color=Purple]r[/color][color=Gold]o[/color][color=DarkViolet]m[/color][color=Black]i[/color][color=DarkOrange]a[/color] [color=Gold]i[/color][color=Red]r[/color][color=GhostWhite]i[/color][color=Green]d[/color][color=Yellow]u[/color][color=Purple]m[/color][/i] = Cognitive dissonance[list] [*] (If Lucania were to ever truly feel nothing, her irises would become like mirrors, reflecting all she saw back at the world)[/list][/list][/hider] [color=SeaGreen][b]Hair Color (Dyed):[/b][/color] [color=#2A220F]Dark brown[/color]/[color=black]black[/color]. [color=SeaGreen][b]Hair Color (Natural):[/b][/color] Naturally [color=663300]brown[/color], with ends becoming [color=fff79a]bleached blonde[/color] in sunlight. [color=SeaGreen][b]Physical Identifiers:[/b][/color] [list][*] Flowers and leaves grow from the locks of hair on Lucania's head. They grow at an incredibly accelerated rate and don't appear to be able to survive if they are removed from her hair. They tend to follow the seasons of the old world, with more colorful flowers appearing around the time it would be spring and summer and duller colored leaves appearing in winter and fall. [list][*] To onlookers, this tends to appear as though she has merely braided flowers into her hair.[/list] [*] Her body naturally exudes a very flowery scent, often becoming stronger based on the intensity of her own emotions.[/list] [color=SeaGreen][b]Appearance:[/b][/color][hider=Old]Lucania Castalia, one of the forbidden gems of Dust, possesses a Hellenic, almost mythical beauty. The type of beauty men (and women) spread rumors of-- the type of beauty that can control those who don't look beyond it's surface-- the type of beauty that can start wars, end nations, and inspire a people; Lucania possesses this beauty, and she's completely aware of it. On a flawless ovular face with high check bones rest large, doe-like eyes that draw admirers in. The shades of irises fluctuate between eye colors both normal and fantastic, and possess an almost hypnotic quality. Her face is surrounded by brown locks of curling hair that possesses it's own voluptuous volume, the ends of which tend to become bleached blond in the sunlight. The flowers that grow from her long hair tend only to increase the otherworldly glamor her appearance carries. Her face is one without blemishes, completed with a roman nose and full heart-like lips. Lucania carries herself with an almost regal air, her face, while kind, is also arrogant, she knows she's attractive and her smirk conveys this. Although not quite buxom, the woman is well-endowed and has the genetic luck of having the fat gained from a life in the cities accumulate in places such as her thighs and hips, further giving an hourglass figure. The dresses she wears tend to exaggerate the parts of her that already look good, such as her flawless olive skin and her overall figure, and tend to downplay those parts that are not, such as her weak arms and un-toned belly.[/hider] [color=SeaGreen][i]UPDATED:[/i][/color] After her visit to [i]La Petite Morte[/i], Lucania's appearance has been altered somewhat-- while not unrecognizable to those who know her, she no longer possesses that Hellenic beauty she was once known for. She still projects the appearance of wealth and prestige, but in a manner that is darker, more reserved and less braggadocios. Her face, which once possessed an almost childish beauty, still follows the same scheme, but after a small skin bleaching session and some Old World collagen injections, she appears as noticeably paler, the bags under her eyes have become more apparent-- she looks to be closer to her age, perhaps even a bit older than she is now. Several other changes have occurred, including now sporting darker, much shorter hair, her use of Old World contacts to dim the signs of Immortality in her eyes, and a shift in wardrobe from bright, expensive evening dresses to darker, still expensive overcoats and hats help to create a new image for the wanted Castalia. [color=Olive][h3][center]Background[/center][/h3][/color] [color=ForestGreen][b]Residence:[/b][/color] Bella Vista Suite, Castalia Casino & Hotel, Serenity [color=ForestGreen][b]Profession(s):[/b][/color] Socialite, Cabaret Singer, Entrepreneur, Mafioso and Figurehead of the Castalia Family, Heiress of the Castalia Family Businesses, Fortune, and Criminal Empire [color=ForestGreen][b]Aligned Faction(S):[/b][/color] [i]The Castalia Family of [color=red]Serenity[/color], [color=red]Parkland[/color], [color=red]Harlem[/color], [color=red]Laguna[/color], [color=mediumorchid]Wolfwater[/color] & [color=red]Russel City[/color];[/i] [list][*] Allied with several factions in the populace of [color=red][b]Motum Diversum[/b][/color] [*] Protection deal with the [color=steelblue][b]Aqueous Yakuza[/b][/color]; brokering alliance [*] Allied with several [color=lightgreen][b]Independent Gaen Scientists[/b][/color] [*] Openly Immortal[/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Enemy Faction(S):[/b][/color] [list][*] [color=red]Winged Guardians[/color] of [color=red]Russel City[/color] [*] Anti-Immortal Extremists & Supporters of [color=red]Adam Worth[/color] [*] Rival criminal organizations in Dust[/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Relatives:[/b][/color] [list][*] [url=http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/177/3/d/luibui_by_janaschi.jpg]Rosemary Riina-Castalia[/url] - Paternal ancestor, Idol [i](deceased)[/i] [*] [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d0/Vito_Genovese_NYWTS.jpg]Luciano Leoluca "Lo" Castalia IV[/url] - Grandfather, current Don of the Castalia Family [*] [url=http://www.acuartaparede.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Volont%C3%A8-fixo-dous-agudos-retratos-do-poder-encarnando-a-Enrico-Mattei-e-Lucky-Luciano-na-foto-600x453.jpg]"Lucky" Luciano Castalia V[/url] - Father, current Underboss of the Castalia Family [*] Rita Castalia [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/052/d/8/siren_by_e_soulu-d8iwrwn.jpg](Dream!Rita)[/url] - Mother [i](status unknown, believed deceased)[/i] [*] [url=http://33.media.tumblr.com/7ee4bf756ab52e77a2018ac777b620d1/tumblr_nbsq96PZcI1so0ng9o1_500.jpg]Leoluca Castalia[/url] - Uncle [*] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75889-the-dust/char#post-2424157]Lucina Castalia-Rivera[/url] - Younger half-sister [*] [url=https://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/7023106-low-e1412941189226.jpg]Paolo Rivera[/url] - Brother-in-law, married to Lucina, current acting Consigliere of the Castalia Family[/list] [hider=The Castalia Clan][color=ForestGreen][b]Other Relatives [i](deceased)[/i]:[/b][/color] [list][*] Luciano Castalia - Paternal ancestor [i](deceased)[/i] [*] Amanda Morello - Maternal ancestor [i](deceased)[/i] [*] Viddani "the Peasant" Morello - Maternal ancestor [i](deceased)[/i] [*] Luciano "Junior" Castalia II - Great-Great-Greandfather [i](deceased)[/i] [*] Cleodora Morello-Castalia - Great-Great-Greandmother [i](deceased)[/i] [*] Luciano "Silencio" Castalia III - Great-Grandfather [i](deceased)[/i][/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Other Relatives [i](living)[/i]:[/b][/color] [list] [*] Sarah Castalia - Aunt through marriage, married to Leoluca [*] Sammy Gravino - Uncle through marriage, Sarahs brother [*] "lil Devil" Joe Castalia - Cousin [*] "Big Devil" Tommy Castalia - Cousin [*] Margaret Castalia-Jackson - Cousin [*] D'Angelo Jackson - Cousin through marriage, married to Margaret [*] Tycho Jackson - Nephew[/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Castalia Family Distant Relatives/Associates:[/b][/color] [list][*] [url=http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/281/e/d/female_portrait_by_matija5850-d6pot8g.jpg]Diane Shelby[/url] - One of Lucania's private guards [*] [url=http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/233/b/f/girl_portrait_4_by_me_illuminated-d5by7k9.jpg]Carmela Rizzuto[/url] - One of Lucania's private guards [*] Vincenzo Terranova - Manager of several Castalia owned brothels, with Nicholas [*] Nicholas Terranova - Manager of several Castalia owned brothels, with Vincenzo [*] Joe Valachi - Major Narcotic Mover [*] Mia "Mildred" Clooney - Designer of the 'Bloody Sleeve' dresses [*] Salvatore Maranzano - Club singer [*] Bernard Brown - Manager of the "Ice Box" club, defacto overseer of criminal operations, Harlem [*] Vito Genovese - Manager of the "Taste of Gold" club, defacto overseer of criminal operations, Laguna [*] Totò Riina - Defacto overseer of criminal operations, Wolfwater[/list][/hider] [color=ForestGreen][b]Other Relations:[/b][/color][list] [*] [url=http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/148/7/3/gray_ocean_by_algenpfleger-d3hhhfw.jpg]Salem[/url] - Past Fiancé [i](deceased)[/i] [*] TBD[/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Backstory:[/b][/color] [hider=Castalia Family History. Pre-Fall, The Diary of Rosemary Riina-Castalia] [center][i]"They say money is the root of all evil, I say money is the root of all people."[/i][/center] [center]~~~[/center] [h2][center]The Diary of Rosemary Riina[/center][/h2] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]04/02/2024[/right] My name is Rosemary Riina, but you can call me Rose, everyone else does. I was born on April 2nd 2013 and today I am officially eleven years old! Momma says she’s real proud of me, and Daddy said he got me this diary—that’s you!!!-- Because he wants me to record life because he said I’d be a star one day! I didn’t even want to play with my other presents after that, Daddy and Momma know that I want to be a singer more than anything in the world, and you being here shows they believe in me!! You will be the one I confide in. I promise to tell you everything that happens, everything I feel, everything I desire, every single thing I think. And every song that comes to my heart. There are some things I can't tell anyone. I promise to tell these things to you. Today was absolutely perfect. Momma let me sleep in, and when I woke up to see the time I almost died! I rushed to get ready for school but Momma stopped me at the door, she said “We’ll just tell them you sick today.” Then we ate pancakes and watched cartoons all morning, and she let me open a few of my presents before Daddy got home from work! He got home late, but when he did get home we all got into a taxi without a word. Apparently Daddy had taxi driver friends, because he wouldn’t tell us where we were going—when we did get there I almost died [i]again[/i]. He had gathered all my friends from school at Central Park! We had cake and ice cream, everyone got me gifts, and it was so fun! It has been such a good day! I’m so happy I can tell you about it all now. When you and I get there, we’ll make Momma and Daddy even prouder than they already are. Well, I’m beat, I will see you tomorrow, Diary. [right]Love, Rose[/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]12/25/2025[/right] You and I have become great companions over the last few months. Everyone notices how old fashioned it is to carry around a diary that you have to write in, but no one knows how special you are to me. Every time I write in you I feel like I’m that much closer to getting to where I want. You’re special to me. I know that’s dumb and childish, but I don’t care. Daddy got you for me because he believes in me, I do too. So why don’t they? It doesn’t matter, because when I’m writing in you I feel even closer to being a famous singer than when I’m practicing singing or performing at a show… Speaking of shows—Merry Christmas! Daddy got me the role of the lead angel in this show they’re doing about the birth of Jesus. You know I’ve been practicing hard for this, but I can still barely believe it will be me singing! I’ve been resting my voice all day, going over my lines in my head, I barely noticed the presents under the tree this morning! Let’s hope I can make it a Merry Christmas for everyone who came to see me on stage! Wish me luck! [right]Love, Rose[/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]06/15/2026[/right] It was such a boring day. Dad had to go to the hospital again, so me and Mom just lazed around the house and did the chores. She made me do more than her, and she thinks I didn’t notice, but I’m okay with it. After all, she has been crying a lot lately, so I figured it’s the least I can do to help her. I think they think I’m too young to understand what’s going on, but I know something’s wrong. Daddy is rarely around anymore and Mom is sad all the time. I wonder if they are getting a divorce? This might seem mean, but honestly I already know I’d have to live with Daddy. He’s my agent, and he’s the one helping me get better at singing. I know! I’ll buy Mom a mansion when I’m rich! Oh, Dad just got home. I had better go see what’s up. I’ll be back in a sec (later) [right]06/15/2026[/right] It’s not a divorce. Daddy is… dying? Mom was crying so hard that we had to leave the apartment for him to explain, but apparently he has cancer. He says he’ll be around as long as possible, but the doctors say he’s only got a few months left. I don’t know what this is I’m feeling, but it’s more than sadness. What did I do to you, God? Thank you for being here, Diary. [right]Rose[/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]8/04/2029[/right] He’s been gone for exactly 1 year today. I haven’t cried today, which I think is good, I’ve been dedicating more time to singing. It’s all I can do, I never see mom anymore, so I won’t pretend like I don’t want to become rich, because I do, that’s the honest truth. But… I also remember why he got me you, Diary. I don’t want for him to have been wrong, so I have to keep singing, I have to keep hoping that I can be that 1 in 1 million. I will achieve the dream for both of us. Nothing else in life really matters anymore. [right]Rose[/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]01/01/2030[/right] Today is the start of a new year, and with it, I am running away. This comes after some time thinking things over, and after mom’s new boyfriend, I decided it’s best for me to just leave altogether. There’s a club in Brooklyn that needs singers, I know a girl in Harlem, she dropped out and lives on her own there, and she told me she’d love to have me as a roommate. Honestly, this couldn’t have worked out better. This isn’t me over reacting, either. I’ve been planning this for months; this is just the first I’m telling you about it. Sorry. I know I said no secrets, but I didn’t want her or one of her creepy boyfriends finding out. No like she’d even care, I don’t think she was sober for a single day in December. I’m still going to make it, it’s just going to be a little harder. I’ll talk to you in a bit, Diary. [right]Rose[/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]01/23/2030[/right] It’s been a hard month, but I finally landed the job! More than that, I think they really like me. When I sung for them, they looked like they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. At first I thought that was a bad thing, but then they started fumbling over each other to get a chance to welcome me on board! I’m just glad I can finally start living my life. I’m beat. I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow. Goodnight Diary. [right]Rose[/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]04/05/2032[/right] 18 was a hump that I am so glad I’m over. I can’t say that enough! Yeah, I’m still technically a “teen,” but only technically. 18 is like that point between two great things, adulthood and childhood, well, great for most people. For me, childhood was something I couldn’t wait to get over—In fact, I didn’t wait! Take [i]that[/i] age! 19 is the year of the adult, and today marked my first major adult purchase! Amanda Morello, you know, my backup singer and bestie from the Bronx, well she and I are going half and half on that apartment on 5th street! I’m going to miss Harlem, but I think this is for the best. Too many bad memories in Harlem. (Plus this new place is LOADS better looking) Now, I know what you’re thinking “What ‘adult’ still writes in her diary?” To this query, I refer you to my current social status. Google me, go ahead, Diary, I’ll wait. Hmm? What’s that? The Google search only turned up a bunch of Italian cocktails and a single list of clubs I’m singing for like 5 pages in??? I’m singing—I’m so so so happy for that, I’m telling you, sometimes I feel like a kid when they announce my name with the band and I get to sing to a smoky room full of distinguished looking men, but that’s all I’m doing right now. One bar, no recognition on the streets, BARELY making enough to live… I’m not done documenting my rise yet. You’ll see. I’ll be making enough money to make Daddy turn over in his grave. In other news, I saw a guy today. Now, you, my most confidential of confidantes know I’ve never had boyfriend trouble; I’m usually the one going after guys. But he was… different. Not like, mysterious, but like… heroic? He had this look about him that was easy-going and serious at the same time, and he was the first Italian I’ve ever seen with hair that actually flowed in the wind. I tensed up when he walked past me. Me. Queen of Drama-Gift of Gab-Rosemary, tensing up? I know. But it happened. I asked Amanda for his name, and apparently he’s some bouncer’s cousin from Chicago or something, goes by Luciano. When I saw him, I couldn’t help but think of home. I’ve never felt like this over a guy before, Diary. I do hope I see him again. [right]R. R. [/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]02/14/2033[/right] [I]AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!![/I] He’s such an old-fashioned cornball, but God do I love him. We’ve only been officially dating for a few months, but today we go on a wonderful date for Valentine’s, Coney Island, and he’s just staring at me right? We’re sitting on a bench, eating churros or funnel cake—I don’t even remember, all I remember is those beautiful brown eyes, and his hair, God, his hair. Diary, I wish you had eyes so you could see Luciano’s hair. It’s like a model's. Anyway, he’s staring at me, so of course, like the competitive idiot that I am, I think we’re playing or something and I stare right back. And we just sit there like that for… probably a few minutes, but it felt like hours. My heart always beats so fast when I’m looking at him, and he just seems so cool. Anyway, my eyes are red, I’m probably on the verge of tears, and his eyes are still so clear and cool and he just whispers; “Behind you, Rose.” I nearly dropped my funnel cake when I turned. It was one of his mafia buddies, Viddy? Something like that. I’m sure they both got a kick out me yelping. Anyway, Viddy pulls out this red velvet pillow from behind his back and it’s got a ring on it. (And this rock on this thing, it’s huge, like I’m talking they stole the Hope Diamond or something) Anyway, THAT surprises me, I turn back to Luciano to see he’s already on his knees, I only start freaking out more, Viddy walks over give the ring to him, and then my Lucian just looks at me with those big brown eyes of his, and the wind blows perfectly through his hair and a crowd is gathering… You know what happens next, he’s still so cool, but he asks if I “want to be his girl?” My heart felt like it would leap out of my throat! But of course, I said yes. OH MY GOD, DIARY, I SAID YES! [I]AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!![/I] [right]Love, soon to be Mrs. Castalia [/right] [center]~~~[/center] Dear Diary, [right]05/07/2034[/right] Small entry today, Diary. This is our first anniversary after all! I guess I just dusted you off this morning to recap this last year, first; I got married!!! Lucian is working a lot, but it’s okay, because I am too, our time together is that much more sweet. He said the Family needed a private singer, and they’d be lucky to have one as good as me. I’ve been BUSY, really busy, but, for the first time in a long time, also really happy. Amanda also got married! To Lucian’s friend no less! That made moving out easier, though. I can’t believe it’s been a year. Hey, Dad? How about you? Do you think I’ve been doing alright? I miss you. I think I just woke Lucian—we’ll talk later. [right]Love, Rose Castalia [/right] [center]~~~[/center] [right]01/02/2035[/right] I I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I couldn’t write you when I found out yesterday, I was just crying—I still am I just Oh God. It’s just this feeling of absolute emptiness, tearing at me, as if it wants me to just end everything now and make it easier than just waiting, and knowing the end is going to come, with nothing I can do about it. I found out yesterday that the world was going to come in a month. We won’t get to have our second anniversary—I won’t even get to turn 22! Luciano is in and out, I think he’s trying to figure out what’s going on—I don’t see how he can be so calm about all this! Ugh I don’t know what I should do. Besides cry, I mean. Should I go pray, Daddy? Please talk to me, I miss you so much… [center]~~~[/center] [right]01/05/2035[/right] Luciano is working on something. The National Crime Syndicate is working together; of course, all the fighting is behind them when faced with absolute destruction. But Luciano say that even if they do organize a bunker for the New York Outfit we won’t get in. I told him that we should pray for anything that might help us get through this, that it might be a blessing from the Lord. Luciano got this cold look in his eyes, like he saw something that I didn’t. He gave me a gun and told me that I should pray enough for the both of us, that he was going to put something together. Then he left. That was 2 days ago, now. Don’t worry diary! I’m not alone, Amanda’s here, she didn’t feel safe in her house, and she said that she wanted to spend her last moments with family, and I was the closest thing to a living relative she had. I do wonder what my mother is doing. Is she even still alive? Part of me regrets leaving her—another part of me is just glad I’ve got someone here with me, blood or not. What does Luciano think he’s doing? He’s smart, but… I don’t know. I guess I’m just so sad about so many things, but I can’t cry anymore, I’m all dried out. So I can only think of how sad this all is and just feel it. Useless, that’s it. I feel completely useless. [center]~~~[/center] [right]01/22/2035[/right] I got a call from Luciano today! Which is good, I was beginning to think he had died. Amanda was right to fear the panicking. The people in the streets have become violent, I’ve had to use this gun in the name of protection several times and I haven’t even had time to reflect or pray on it. We can no longer leave the apartment. We just cower and wait, in fear. I’m so scared of death. I’m so scared of death. Luciano knew that, too. He couldn’t call for long, I’m surprised that he even still has service, but when he did call, he told me some things that didn’t make much sense, that he was organizing a group, that he’d come for Amanda and I soon, and that I shouldn’t “lose hope.” What else is there to do? [center]~~~[/center] [right]01/31/2035[/right] Amanda and I had fallen asleep together, crying, but not alone. Then I heard the door, that was enough to twitch me awake, enough to draw the pistol on memory alone. In the dark of the night, I had pulled a gun on my own husband! I practically screamed in excitement, but Luciano told me to quiet down. He was bloody, but not injured, his eyes weren’t the eyes I was used to seeing, they were tired, serious, the carefree Lucian was--is gone, it seemed. He didn’t—still hasn’t explained what his plan is. He’s determined to get us somewhere; I know that he has people waiting for him, rendezvousing at a certain place at a certain time. I don’t know how I feel about this. Amanda is asleep in the backseat of the car, I’m in the front seat with Luciano- he hasn’t even glanced this way. He seems very worried. I don’t know. Wait. No. I do know something. For the first time in a long time, I feel hopeful. Confused, yes, but I prefer this over whimpering and crying in a Manhattan high-rise. His hair is still flowing beautifully. [center]~~~[/center] [right]02/01/2035[/right] I might cry tears of joy. There has been shooting. A lot of shooting. But he isn’t dead! He said he needed most of the month to put this together, but he organized a coup. It’s a bunker. It’s a musty, poorly made hole in the ground. Millions of dollars of illegal money went into its making, the Dons it was originally made for would die, and there would be millions [i]billions[/i] more who died because they weren't as lucky as she had been. But that didn’t matter. This is survival. This is hope. Diary. I feel like singing. [center]~~~[/center][/hider] [hider=Castalia Family History. Post-Fall, The Life of Lucania Castalia] [center][i]"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLMymZ-ltbs][color=Blue]She wore Blue Velvet Bluer than velvet was the night Softer than satin was the light From the stars She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet were her eyes Warmer than May her tender sighs Love was ours Ours a love I held tightly Feeling the rapture grow Like a flame burning brightly But when she left gone was the glow of Blue Velvet But in my heart there'll always be Precious and warm a memory through the years And I still can see Blue Velvet through my tears[/color][/url]"[/i][/center] [center]~~~[/center] (A woman speaks, she has a soothing, smokey voice, with a slightly foreign sound to it) [i]"I wonder if this is even recording...?"[/i] (you can make out a faint fumbling) [i]"Hello, my name is Lucania, Lucania Cleodora Melia Castalia, I am known by many other names but I prefer Lucania, simple Lucania, above them all. I feel I am lucky to have been given a name that fits me so well."[/i] [i]"At birth, we are given names, and it is only when we are old enough to see the hubris of our parents, to think they know their children so well as to name them, that we may change them. I have the fortune of not having to do that. For this, I am blessed." [/i] (sigh) [i]"That was my singing, I wanted to start out this recording with a song, one with significance to myself and my Family. I shall explain the significance of [color=Blue]Blue Velvet[/color], but I suppose first I should explain the purpose of this recording, shouldn't I?"[/i] (dry chuckle) [i]"My father, Luciano Castalia, the current Sottocapo of the Castalia Family, perhaps not the largest, but certainly the smartest criminal family in all of Dust, is a very devout believer in records. You know, diary's, journals, logs, and... I suppose now, recordings."[/i] [i]"He believes, my father, that records such as these help each new generation improve, by learning of the mistakes of our past, as well as simply keeping ourselves alive through the memories of our progeny."[/i] [i]"When I was younger, my father fervently tried to get me to write a diary, to which I always replied that I was simply too busy to handle such a task. To be honest, I knew he knew I was lying, I had ample amounts of time to dedicate to the endeavor. The fact of the matter is, I simply didn't find the idea of waxing poetic about which books I had been reading to be that appealing."[/i] [i]"So then. What changed? I am tempted to say 'age' and get on with the prologue, but honestly, it was something more than that. I never disagreed with my father about the importance of records from the past, you see. I consider myself an avid reader, in fact, my favorite book is a document from the past, detailing the very eventful life of Rosemary Castalia, the 'Godmother'-- my great-great-great-grandmother, if I recall correctly."[/i] [i]"Without people like my father, and Rosemary's, I would never have had a chance to adopt Rosemary as a role model as I have."[/i] [i]"No... There are a myriad of reason I choose now to record this, but overcoming a lack of historical appreciation is not one of them. I'm lazy, for one. While I am one of Dust's educated elite, and I certainly [b]can[/b] write, I don't particularly [b]want[/b] to. So I won't."[/i] [i]"Another more prominent reason, I think, is that the level of activity in my life has gone from singing and reading, to becoming the dreaded Bloody Sleeved Lucia of the Castalia Family. As much as I enjoy reading a young Rosemary's gripes with her first period, I myself, would like my story to involve more... [b]glory[/b]."[/i] [i]"How dramatic. Perhaps I should become a thespian?"[/i] (She laughs a little) [i]"This is the life of Lucania Castalia. I'll be sure to skip over the boring parts."[/i] [i]"I was born on warm and dry morning on September 2nd, in the year 2354. My birth was one without complications, I didn't give my mother any pain, and the Gaen nurses all gave me a perfect bill of health."[/i] [i]"I was born in Serenity, and for the most part, I've been here my entire life. Although I have no memories of it, apparently I was born in the lobby of the Castalia Casino & Hotel. I don't doubt it. In those days, it seemed, the Hotel was nothing more than a gambling hall and a few rooms scrapped together. Hardly the testament to the resolve of humanity's perseverance it is today."[/i] [i]"My father used to tell me all the time how mother would fawn over me, my eyes in particular. He said that she described them as these 'beautiful, brown things,' like they 'belonged to some beautiful animal.'"[/i] [i]"Clearly, my mother's talents did not lie in the construction of lyrical prose."[/i] [i]"Regardless, I'll never truly know what she saw in them. A few months after my birth, I came down with a terrible illness. A type of intense fever, I'm told. My father had the best doctors brought in, some from as far away as Aspin, and after a few days that I'm sure felt like an eternity for my mother and father, I recovered."[/i] [i]"But, that's when I developed my...'conditions'"[/i] [i]"My eyes began spontaneously changing their colors, from my head and hair... flowers grew, and my father described my scent as smelling of... sunflowers."[/i] [i]"...This has continually confounded me. I haven't the slightest inkling of what a sunflower is or what they smell like."[/i] [i]"That's irrelevant. It's my development of these conditions that now rob me of knowing what my mother saw in my brown eyes."[/i] [i]"I don't find myself holding these conditions in contempt, though. For example, I find the flowers in my hair and my flowery scent to be quite pleasant, actually. My eyes are something of a bother to explain, but they've never caused me much trouble. However... there is something else I've become aware of."[/i] [i]"These mutations I've developed are not an isolated occurrence, there are others like me, and not like me, in that they develop aesthetic changes in their physical form and are then granted fantastical abilities."[/i] [i]"For me, this seems to be my voice."[/i] [i]"My father once told me that I was generally a quiet baby, but after my illness, he said whenever I did cry, I might wake up the entire street I was so loud. Sometimes it got so bad they had to move me to a different floor altogether. Today I've developed this, through singing, through yelling and sheer volume, and through vocal intimidation that is, in a word; fantastical."[/i] [i]"Enough of that for now, though."[/i] [i]"My childhood, despite the tumultuous nature of our Family business, was generally a quiet one. I enjoyed reading-- I picked up singing after Rosemary, I spent time with my mother and father when they were available, but generally, I was content with my books and my voice."[/i] [i]"I remember much from this time, but I told you I wouldn't bore you with unnecessary details. I think the most significant event of my childhood is when my mother ran away."[/i] [i]"It happened on an unusually dark night a few days after my tenth birthday. I remember, father had been away for some time, business, perhaps. We had expanded beyond Serentiy into Parkland by that point, so he must have been finalizing a few deals in Harlem or Laguna..."[/i] [i]"Wherever he was, it wasn't there. I think that had something to do with why mother... my mother, Rita Castalia... why she just left. I don't think they had been fighting, I think she was just, not fit for city life? That isn't to say that she was a bad mother-- she wasn't. I've only got fond memories of her, and I suppose that's what makes remembering this so hard."[/i] (There is a faint sniffle) [i]"She woke me up in the night. I remember her kneeling by my bed, she didn't look sad, but she wasn't happy either. ...Somber. Somber is the word I'm looking for, she was somber, and she explained to me why she was leaving, and why it was okay, why I shouldn't be sad."[/i] [i]"Of course, I still bawled my little eyes out."[/i] [i]"She wasn't dressed for the deserts of Dust, but I knew that was exactly where she was headed. They were her home, before father and I. I don't think she ever held allegiance to any faction, she just traveled between free towns, helped out with problems. Really, I don't know what she and father had, but I think we all knew it was doomed. She wasn't some stay at home Mafia Dame... She was..."[/i] (her voice breaks a little) [i]"...incredible. She was my hero. But I suppose Dust needed her more."[/i] (She sniffles again) [i]"Right. I remember what she told me, I remember her exact voice from that moment. I would like to use my ability and quote her here but..."[/i] (A final faint sniffle) [i]"I think that, right now, that would just be too painful."[/i] [i]"Mother was a fan of jazz singing, and the moment before she left, she actually made a request of me. It was tearful, but I obliged. She asked me to sing for her '[color=Blue]Blue Velvet[/color].'"[/i] [i]"Moving on. Father returned to find his wife gone and fell into a depression. I never told him what she told me, or that I could have stopped her, I felt that would have been wrong. I still do."[/i] [i]"He loved her. Her leaving broke his heart, and made him ineffective at his job. Despite my young age, during this time some of his responsibilities fell to me. While he used the months following her passing to drink himself into stupors and sleep with every Call Girl in the Family's employ. I found myself becoming immersed into the business my Family had been building for over 300 years."[/i] [i]"I assisted with administrative things, book keeping, occasionally tagging along to collect payments. I was never in any real danger, and the amount of work I was actually helping with was probably negligible. But. I found it all enjoyable. And from the beginning, I found I was actually quite good at it."[/i] [i]"No one expects to be kneecapped by a pre-pubesceant girl."[/i] [i]"I was apprenticing under several capos around this time, and it was at this time that father was able to pull himself out of his depressive rut."[/i] [i]"With the unexpected birth of my younger sister."[/i] [i]"It was one of the Family's sex workers. He had gotten one of them pregnant in his quest to fill the love lost in his heart with physical pleasure. It didn't work. But I think the arrival of Lucina, technically a bastard, did remind him that he had other responsibilities, more than I or the Don ever could."[/i] [i]"Following her birth, I became his sole apprentice, he took my training personally and very seriously... I often wonder if the passion and aplomb with which he took to educating me as his successor was in part because he saw in me my mother?"[/i] [i]"Hmmm..."[/i] (she sighs, then laughs) [i]"Well, I suppose this makes me a bit of hypocrite. I started this with the intention of skimming over my time as a girl so that I might weave an epic tale of blood shed and conquest in the name of the Castalia Family... and yet, now that I'm here, I don't know what to say!"[/i] [i]"It could simply be that I've spent so much of my life immersed in this..."[/i] (She chuckles) [i]"I became father's apprentice at the age of 11. It wasn't until 13 that I became involved in thefts and kidnappings, acts reserved for lower level members. At 14, I believe, is when I took my first life. 14 is also when I began singing at the club our Family owns here, The Blue Room, it was back-up for an older jazz singer, whose name escapes me at the moment, but he specialized in Old World renditions. He assisted in mentoring me, vocally."[/i] [i]"When I was 16, I commissioned my first dress. I had often wondered how to better conceal weapons, when the idea came to me in a dream."[/i] [i]"Stitching the blade into your clothing!"[/i] [i]"My father thought the idea was silly. I didn't allow myself to be discouraged, however, and I took the idea to the Don himself-- and he challenged me to prove it's use. He allowed me to have one dress made, and then demonstrate his use to him. He gave me a list of names of people that owed the family."[/i] [i]"We tracked each individual down. They all got this confused look on their faces when I raised my arm, letting my sleeve cover my hand-- that look was immediately replaced by pain and horror when I would bring my arm down, though."[/i] [i]"I returned to the Don with a necklace made of their ears on a string the very same night."[/i] [i]"Our Call Girls have similar blades stitched into their sleeves now, as well."[/i] [i]"On my 21st birthday, I became an official made member. Receiving the Don's-- my Grandfather's blessing, it was the happiest I had ever seen father since mother left."[/i] [i]"Hmmm... since then?"[/i] [i]"Well, as a headliner, I've been instrumental in the popularity of all four of our clubs, the increase in sales of narcotics correlate with this. I spearheaded our spread into Wolfwater's organized prostitution and narcotic sales. And currently, I'm slotted to be the next Sottocapo, or Underboss, of the Family!"[/i] [i]"And... well... That's it so far. This is my life, the life of Lucania Castalia. For anyone listening to me in the future, I hope this has helped you come to understand who I was."[/i] [i]"And to finish, I will leave you with another song."[/i] (you can make out the shuffling of what is probably sheet music) [center]~~~[/center] [center][i]"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3yAx2uCoHs][color=black]We touch the walls of a city streets, and Didn't explain Sadly showed us our ways Of never asking why Cast down, It was heaven sent, and To the church no intent to repent On my knees, just to cry Until you travel to that place you can't come back Where the last pain is gone and all that's left is black Bright nights cease coming to me, and Some day They'll punish my deeds, and they'll find All the crimes But then they ask when they going to see them Then they're going to Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams Oh, I've got mine At last those coming came and they never looked back With blinding stars in their eyes, but all they saw was black Fooled them, hoping to seem Like the sweat of evil, But the product of greed, and It's not a mask, so be honest with me They can't afford to ignore that I'm a disease Practical, since we had to be, and When they were old they came back to me And they tried, oh they tried And when you follow through and wind up on your back Looking at up no stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black[/color][/url]"[/i][/center][/hider][hider=Audiolog. Castalia Family History. The Life of Lucania Castalia Pt. 2][right][i]Audiolog. Castalia Family History. The Life of Lucania Castalia Pt. 2[/i][/right] (A woman speaks, she has a soothing, smokey voice, with a slightly foreign sound to it) [i]"Ahh... and she finds herself making another one of these recordings... Why? Was the first not enough of the history of my being?"[/i] [i]"Hmmmm. I don't know. I couldn't sleep; not a nightmare-- I couldn't get that far. No, I was recalling this awful memory... and... as I lay in my bed, I thought it would make a good tale for someone in the future, trying to understand who, exactly, I was better."[/i] [i]"So, I suppose you could say I'll be making more of these as the memories come, for my own ego's sake."[/i] (She stifles a yawn) [i]"I've read my share of books about psychology, and it seems to be a common theme that simply talking about one's own troubling memories is a major step towards solving the trauma associated with them. I suppose you could call this memory 'repressed' then, as in, I have tried for a good amount of my adult life to avoid thinking about it. But tonight, perhaps so I can sate my own egotistical desire to talk about myself, the memory won't go away."[/i] [i]"This audiolog is the story of my first love."[/i] [center]~~~[/center] [right][i]Audiolog. Castalia Family History. The Life of Lucania Castalia Pt. 2[/i][/right] [i]"In my life, one of the things I was never confused about was my sexuality. For as far back as I can remember, I've always identified with the heroes of the stories I would read, the brave knights and princes who would slay some great evil and be rewarded with some attractive princess in the end-- I didn't identify with them character wise, no, in that regard, I've always sided with villains-- I think, mostly, I found myself wanting a wealthy happy ending with a princess."[/i] [i]"Obviously I hoped that when I found my princess, she would have more character than the ones typically portrayed in Old Earth fairy tales."[/i] (She laughs) [i]"I think mother always knew, she never had a problem with my tendencies. Although to be fair, the sexual behaviors a 10 year old displays are very different from the ones a 16 year old displays. To father, my preference was a surprise, and while to his credit, today he accepts who I am, admittedly he's slightly annoyed at the prospect of the next Castalia being adopted, but he accepts me."[/i] [i]"When he found out over a decade ago, he though my preference was the result of some chemical imbalance caused by The Sickness."[/i] (She laughs again) [i]"I still think it a tad ironic that father was the one who introduced me to her."[/i] [center]~~~[/center] [right][i]Audiolog. Castalia Family History. The Life of Lucania Castalia Pt. 2[/i][/right] [i]"Her name was Salem."[/i] [i]"I know. What an odd name, right? Odd though it may be, I thought it was beautiful-- I still do, beautiful in an odd way, just like her."[/i] (She sighs) [i]"Please don't get the wrong impression, when we became acquainted Salem and I were barely 18, and the relationship didn't even last a year. I'm not still pining after the affections of a love long lost, quite the opposite, in fact. I just think it's important to recall the emotions associated with a particular memory when we relive the past. Blame my father."[/i] [i]"As I said before, it was my father who introduced us. She was the daughter of a Guardian some cretino had killed without orders. When something like this happens, The Family puts together funds to ease the suffer of any widows and find work for any children. It doesn't always work out smoothly, but it's nice when it does. This was one of those instances."[/i] [i]"Well, as it turned out, we needed a bookmaker, and Salem was willing, but she needed to learn."[/i] [i]"Who do you think father dearest chose to mentor her?"[/i] (She laughs) [i]"Honestly, I don't think we even lasted a week before we found ourselves raiding utility closets whenever we could, looking to steal kisses from each other."[/i] (She sighs again, taking a longer pause, as if reflecting on the past) [i]"She was beautiful. She had this short blonde hair that was almost white in the sun, she didn't like that about her, I recall multiple instances of her trying to hide it all with a hat she was rather fond of, that didn't matter though, she was beautiful without it. Her skin was soft and dark and freckled... she might have had some Aqueon ancestry now that I think about it... Oh, how I wish I could have asked her."[/i] [i]"Ah well..."[/i] [i]"Her real beauty was how she interacted with the world. This was a time when attitudes toward Immortals, people like me, in Serenity was almost as bad as Russel City today and despite that... when I revealed my nature to her... we hadn't even known each other for 2 months at that point, but..."[/i] [i]"...She said she loved me."[/i] (She sniffles) [i]"Did... you know... that one of the changes to my body, after my Sickness, was that my tears taste like honey?"[/i] [i]"I'll tell you this, that had nothing to do with how sweet the tears I cried with her that night were."[/i] [center]~~~[/center] [right][i]Audiolog. Castalia Family History. The Life of Lucania Castalia Pt. 2[/i][/right] [i]"What followed was one of the best years of my life-- Although I suppose that's really only what I felt at the time, isn't it?"[/i] [i]"Actually... I think it was only about 8 months. I guess the exact time I spent with her doesn't really matter, does it? She's gone. But the love we shared exists in a place where there's no space or time. I love her, and I know she wants me to be happy."[/i] (You hear her move away from the microphone, her voice was breaking) [i]"In a word, the time I spent with her was; dreamy."[/i] [i]"We had so many dreams. We would get married! We would have children, adopted orphans, of course, and eventually grandchildren! We planned on spreading her father's ashes all over Dust and... Oh! We were going to be Mrs. Castalia, I'd be her Don, and she would be my doll... I'd retire early, and we could move to Aspin! She adored Aspin. I think, in another life, she was a mathematician, her skill as a bookkeeper supports my thinking. It would be safe and quiet in Aspin-- She wanted so bad to see it."[/i] [i]"I had already been several times by that point... I promised her that I'd take a weekend off and just go there..."[/i] [i]"I'm sorry, Salem..."[/i] (You can hear light weeping, for several minutes following this, there is silence) [i]"I... apologize for losing my composure. I suppose I've underestimated the therapeutic value recording these audiologs might have!"[/i] (She giggles) [i]"I..."[/i] [i]"Before I move on to her passing, I'd like to discuss about why I loved Salem. I think that it is... important. Perhaps just as much for progeny as my own mental health."[/i] [i]"She was accepting and open, when she thought of something, she put her all into it-- and when she felt something, everyone knew it. She wasn't just aware of her flaws, she wore them like badges of honor. She wasn't original, and she didn't try to be, she was a truly authentic soul, and I loved that about her. This beautiful gestalt, abstract mosaic of a woman..."[/i] [i]"And the sex..."[/i] [i]"How would Lucina put it?"[/i] (Her voice becomes more girlish and high pitched) [i]"Well, it was off the charts!"[/i] (Her voice returns to normal) [i]"Is it odd that, in many ways, she reminds me of my mother?"[/i] [i]"Perhaps I have some kind of reverse Oedipus complex?"[/i] [i]"More than just their shared slender physique, too. They had similar senses of humor, they were both kind and adventurous in the same way-- they even possessed the same taste in music!"[/i] [i]"Salem loved hearing me sing, like mother, and her favorite song of mine, by far, just like mother, was [color=Blue]Blue Velvet[/color]."[/i] [center]~~~[/center] [right][i]Audiolog. Castalia Family History. The Life of Lucania Castalia Pt. 2[/i][/right] [i]"..."[/i] [i]"I remember the exact date; March 2nd, 2373. I found her, in my old suite, at 11:38 that night. I remember it being warm, almost unbearably so. I didn't need to alert father, or the Winged Guardians, my yell was so loud, I know everyone in Serenity knew."[/i] [i]"Someone had raped and killed her."[/i] [i]"The events leading up to it don't matter. I've gone over them more times than I care to mention, and it was, literally, an average evening up to a single point. There was a Family meeting I needed to attend, so I let Salem go to my room herself."[/i] [i]"That's the point-- the single point I wish I could undo that evening."[/i] [i]"That is the point where nothing else matters. This wasn't a gang killing, but it wasn't a random act of violence either. It was a crime directed at me, who ever the man was, he was waiting in my room, waiting for me."[/i] [i]"Instead, however, he got Salem."[/i] (She is quiet for several minutes) [i]"I've been angry for a long time. I won't pretend that I'm not anymore, I am. Whoever it was, managed to get away with it for this long, and is still out there, and... this has only increased my rage. But it has also driven me. He forced my hand, for years I've chased him, I feel something more base than the void child of apathy and raw hatred towards him, but in a way he's molded me into the person I am today."[/i] [i]"It wasn't enough to steal one life."[/i] [i]"That's alright, though. I haven't let it consume me, I haven't completely moved on, yes, but I have continued living, and soon I will be able to move on."[/i] [i]"I now know who he is."[/i] [i]"Russel City, where we soon plan to make our presence know, harbors a an animal disguised as a man. Fitting, that he should be a captain of the Winged Guardian pigs."[/i] [i]This may sound rather cliche, but I think I crave the release revenge may finally provide me. To him, at least, I will be his ultimate undoing."[/i] [i]"I am become death."[/i] (She yawns, then laughs) [i]"I suppose that's enough for tonight, isn't it?"[/i][/hider] [color=Darkgoldenrod][center][h3]Gear[/h3][/center][/color] [color=SeaGreen][b]Weapons:[/b][/color][list] [*][b][url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Colt_Detective_Special.jpg]Snub-nosed Revolver[/url][/b]: Although only for emergencies, Lucania makes a point of keeping a reliable weapon on her person at all times-- her gun of choice? The Colt Detective Special, a 5 chambered revolver designed for undercover law enforcement of the Old World, making her use of it somewhat ironic.[/list][color=SeaGreen][b]Armor:[/b][/color] Lucania's dresses are anything but 'armor,' however, the works commissioned to her are created with both the aesthetic of the Old World and the practicality of Dust in mind. The rich cloth that is signature to her private line of dresses doesn't serve as much use against a knife or a bullet, but they do serve as adequate protection against the elements of the New World. Not only that, but by including numerous hidden pockets they maximize the amount a person can carry, while minimizing the risk of having things stolen. Dresses with longer, flowing sleeves typically have razor blades sewn into them, allowing for quick cutting attacks in a pinch. [color=SeaGreen][b]Ammunition:[/b][/color] [list] [b]High Grade Rounds:[/b] 18; 5 bullets chambered, 2 speedloaders containing 5 bullets, 3 loose bullets [/list][color=SeaGreen][b]Purse:[/b][/color] [list][*] High-quality Bartering Ammo, The Diary of Rosemary, Family Documents, Lighter, Cigarettes, Old World Make-up, Rags, Speedloaders[/list][color=SeaGreen][b]Dress pockets:[/b][/color] [list][*] High-quality Bartering Ammo, Revolver, Tinted Glasses, Razors, Loose Bullets[/list] [color=SeaGreen][b]Lucania's Guards:[/b][/color] [i][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/75889-the-dust/char#post-2395758][color=SeaGreen]Bento 'Cullen' The Windcaller[/color][/url][/i] [i][url=http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/233/b/f/girl_portrait_4_by_me_illuminated-d5by7k9.jpg][color=SeaGreen]Carmela Shelby[/color][/url]:[/i] [list][*] [color=SeaGreen]Armour:[/color] Suit [*] [color=SeaGreen]Weapon:[/color] [url=http://www.southams.com/Auction//20130613__887.jpg]Tommy Gun[/url] [*] [color=SeaGreen]Ammunition:[/color] -- [list][*] [color=SeaGreen]Dirty Rounds:[/color] 30, access to more[/list][/list] [color=Olive][center][h3]Immortalis Information[/h3][/center][/color] [color=ForestGreen][b]Manifested Phenomena:[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Sound[/color]/[color=DarkSlateGray]Sonar[/color] [color=ForestGreen][b]Unique Abilities:[/b][/color][list] [*] [color=Silver][b]Audio Manipulation:[/b][/color] Lucania can detect and influence the manner in which her voice travels. Granting her a unique form of communication, as well as primitive echolocation. Sound still dissipates over time for her, she simply possesses a 6th sense for maximizing it's path. A whisper for her could only travel the length of an average sized room. [*] [color=Silver][b]Banshee Scream:[/b][/color] Lucania, very briefly, can summon a damaging, ear shattering scream from within her. Although the scream only lasts for a few seconds, the effects it may have on a person's hearing can be permanent. While typically the Scream only deafens its victims for a few minutes, those too close to high intensity screams may suffer permanent ear damage, or have their ear drums outright destroyed. [*] [color=Silver][b]Vocal Imitation:[/b][/color] Given time, Lucania can project her voice as an imitation of anything or anyone, be it the growl of an animal, the sound of an instrument, or the voice of another person.[/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Strengths:[/b][/color][list] [*] [color=pink][b]A Mind Needs Books:[/b][/color] Lucania is clever. Raised in 'the family business,' and given access to the knowledge of the Old World from a young age, the woman has accumulated a good balance of book and street smarts. [*] [color=pink][b]The Ecstasy of Gold:[/b][/color] As heiress to the Castalia Family, Lucania has access to considerable wealth compared to the common man in Dust. Leading a lifestyle free from the worries of day to day survival has allowed her to focus her time on intellectual pursuits. [*] [color=pink][b]Castalia Family Mafioso:[/b][/color] As a mafioso for the Castalia Family Lucania is no stranger to the brawls that come with operating a gang in Dust or the politics that come in dealing with Motum Diversum law enforcement and businesses. While her style of fighting typically relies on intimidating the enemy with numbers and surprise, one doesn't earn the nickname "bloody sleeves" without having taken her fair share of blood.[/list] [color=ForestGreen][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color][list] [*] [color=crimson][b]What Do You Mean They Can't Eat Cake:[/b][/color] Lucania has been, for the most part, isolated from the truly harsh realities of the world. While she might not be completely ignorant to things that aren't the high society of Dust, her position of privilege has undoubtedly given her a much different view on society than the average person. [*] [color=crimson][b]The Lady Is A Tramp:[/b][/color] A sheltered life has deprived Lucania of the chance to build the stamina held by those used to walking for days on end in the deserts of Dust. Not only that, but her dresses impede her ability to run very fast. [*] [color=crimson][b]Do You Even Lift:[/b][/color] Lucania isn't the most physically active. Having spent all of her life in cities, with protection, she hasn't needed to build the muscle scavengers and those regularly subjected to the poorer sides of life in the cities need to live. [*] [color=crimson][b]Castalia Family Honor:[/b][/color] A disadvantage of following the ways of the mafia of the Old World. Lucania follows a strict code of honor when interacting with law enforcement and others whom The Family would consider their enemies, this is one of the things that sets the Castalia Family above other Dust gangs. [*] [color=crimson][b]Vocal Fatigue:[/b][/color] Lucania, while insulated from the damaging effects, can only summon the Scream once or twice per day, and typically experiences fatigue after its use, often losing her voice for several hours. [/list]