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[h1][color=92b0ac]G ɪ ᴀ [/color][/h1][hr]
[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvRegj2_asY]Gɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
Gɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟᴇ[/url][/i]

[color=92b0ac]Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Nᴀᴍᴇ:[/color]
[i]Gianna Symone Creek.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:[/color]
[i]Female.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Aɢᴇ:[/color]
[i]Twenty five.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:[/color]
[i]Five foot one.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ:[/color]
[i]One hundred and fifteen pounds.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Rᴀᴄᴇ/Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:[/color]
[i]Caucasian. Italian. American. New Yorker.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Vᴏɪᴄᴇ:[/color]
[i][url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0hXB4RTG74Q]Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ?[/url][/i]

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[color=92b0ac]Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:[/color]
[i]Easily Manipulated. Friendly. Outgoing. Caring. Stubborn. 

Gia is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Gia is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Jᴏʙ/Cᴀʀᴇᴇʀ:[/color]
[i]Marketing and Sales.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:[/color]
[i]Gianna was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Giovanni and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Gia's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles.

Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin (Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Gia was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods.

Growing up was smooth sailing for Gia. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She went to college and graduated with a degree in business. She used it to join a small sales company. While attending a company night out at the bar, she met her current husband; who she loves very much and encourages to follow his dreams no matter what they may be at the moment. She dreams to have a family with him, and give their children an even better life than she had growing up. [/i]

[color=92b0ac]Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ:[/color]
[i]Brooklyn[/i]

[color=92b0ac]Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:[/color]
[i]- Quick witted and sweet talker, making friends with no issue.
- Doesn't take no for an answer when she wants her way.
- Used to run cross country in college, so she has good endurance.
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[color=92b0ac]Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:[/color]
[i]- She is small and petite.
- Trusts people way too quickly, easily manipulated.
- Afraid of heights, bugs, and rodents.[/i]

[color=92b0ac]RP Sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ:[/color]
[i]"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"

The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I'm Italian and I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Gia you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Gia continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from the cafeteria. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her husband and her. It was coming up on their first wedding anniversary and she would admit that was exciting for her. For them.

She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a text to him while she thought about it.

[color=gray]Cant wait to see u baby. Treating tonight ;) I love you. Ttyl[/color]

Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cubicle where she would start again on her call list to clients. After a few hours of this she clocked out and began her journey home. 

Gia never got her drivers license, relying on the subway and bus system her whole life. She pulled her jacket tight around her, adjusting her beanine in the cold March weather that New York gave. Soon it would be warm again, but for now the city still had a crisp chill. Jogging down the subway stairs she slid her card and went through the turnstyle. Picking a seat on the subway she looked at her phone, with no reply from her husband. She let out a soft sigh, before plugging her ear buds into the headphone jack and listening to music on her way home.[/i][/center]