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Name: [i]Analise Lombardi[/i]

Age: [i]45[/i]

Family: [i]Lombardi[/i]

Relation to Godfather: [i]Wife[/i]

Role in family: [i]Mother first, work second. Ana often does small jobs around the town when her family needs her, but is usually home keeping the house straight. When the police come a knocking; she is the one to hide contraband and offer a cup of coffee within seconds of the door bell ringing.[/i]

Personality: [i]Protective. Classy. Selfless. Independent. Loyal to her husband, family, and friends.[/i]

Biography: [i]Growing up in the coastal city of Pozzuoli, Italy, Ana never once had dreams outside her quiet life. Her father humbly made a living as a fisherman, and her mother spent her time raising Analise and her several siblings. It wasn't until Analise was sixteen years old that she met the man she would now call her husband, her one love. He was different than most boys, he had goals, ambitions, and plans. Despite her mother's warnings, the two would sneak away to their own hiding place and talk to one another until the sun went down and rose the next day. When he smiled, it gave her heart a reason to beat. When he spoke, her ears only had reason to listen to his voice. When he held her, she knew not what a life without him was.

If you couldn't guess, it wasn't long before the two were wed. Alas Ana's husband did not see how life in their small town could give them a better chance. Sure, he was happy here with his bride, but he wanted more for them. He wanted more. Within months, the two were packed up and on a boat to the United State of America. Hand in hand, they looked upon the Statue of Liberty and wept. Dreams came true here, their life together started here. It wasn't long before they reached shore and Ana was swept into the arms of an older gentleman wearing a fedora, "Ana, this is my father." he said in his soft Italian tongue, "He left my mother many years ago to come to New York searching for a better life, and he really has found it. Trust me my love, we have a real life here." Ana's petite body was put down as she stared into the spitting image of her own husband. How could a man leave his wife for this dirty place? She wondered, concerned and puzzled all at one time. She didn't say much about the matter, just nodded and followed her husband's lead her slender hand once again wrapped tightly around his.

Years passed as the family name became larger, Ana's first son; Jones was born. She was obsessed with the small boy, giving him everything he could ask for, but also giving him a strict guidance as not to spoil him. It was clear he was his father's son, and as Jones grew, the two would often be seen leaving early in the morning and never coming back. It was just a bond Ana could never obtain; a relation between father and son. However, she knew he was in good hands, and didn't think much of it. It wasn't until 18 years later at the death of her father-in-law that everything came into full swing. This time was very hard on them all, not only the loss of a man that seemed to always take care of them; but a new job to do- the family business. It was from then on Analise knew her duty. Truly it wasn't the life they would have had if they stayed back in Italy, but it was their life now, and she would do anything to keep it the way it was.[/i]

Relationship: [i]Happily married![/i] 
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