Catalina Esperanza Marisol Castillo-Valdes

Santa Diabla

30

Female

Heterosexual

March 2nd

I’m the Boss, loyal and faithful to Bustamantes

5’7

128 Pounds

Blue

Black

Hispanic

A vision of pure loveliness, at least she would be if she didn’t look so wicked. Her piercing blue eyes sits charmingly on her diamond-shaped face. She is cursed with long and thick, jet-black hair which must always seek professional help tame. Tall with a lithe body and a sweet smile, though it's never true. Her cupid's bow, naturally pink coral-colored lips and flawless sun-kissed skin make her glow. Her make up is always light and neutral.

She not into loud, faddish trends. In fashion world is she known to be a Classic. She enjoys wearing simple, clean, and traditional pieces of the fashion world. She dresses conservatively than other women her age. Her wardrobe consists of only of neutrals; such as black, gray, navy blue and beige. Clean, straight lines dominates her closet. She also favors garments with soft draping and tops, jackets and dresses with a nipped waist. She prefers to keep her outfit simple, timeless and business-like.

Los Bustamantes, no need to be when you have men ready to please.

The luxurious and decadent life of hers gave birth to her very own signature: poisoning, as chemistry major; her brewing abilities were unspoken of. Going hand by hand with it, she mixed her own poison with perfume, creating a substance capable of paralyzing its victim in 60 seconds flat but not before turning them pinkish, leaving a heavy scent of roses leaving from the mouth like vapor.

- Fluent in multiple languages; Spanish, English, Portuguese, and Italian.

- Her knowledge of chemistry.

- Ability to prioritize, planning skills, well-organized, multitasking and assuming responsibilities and duties. In other words, can close multi-million deals, look flawless as a ‘good-bidding citizen’ while running a secret criminal empire.

A proud and fearless woman, which will be the death if she does not slow down.

-Experimenting, at her private laboratory at home.

-“Fussing“ over her younger sister.

-Gardening when the seasons allows.

Black coffe, no cream or sugar.

- Her parents; mostly, her mother.

- The stupidness her sister gets involded in.

- The ‘family’ business.

- Idiots, those unfit to complete her tasks.

Catalina is intimidating, cold and fearless, which is something most mobsters knows perfectly. She has a special case of self-adoration due to her up brings, thinking of herself as a Goddess or untouchable person. If there is anything Catalina wants, there’s nothing she won’t do to get it. Her wit and intelligence is also something she controls. Catalina is someone who needs to have full control over something. If she doesn’t, things will go wrong. She has always had a very business ethic sort of viewpoint, choosing to believe that the best possible option is usually the one that involves the most money. Greed does not motivate her but she has been aware it is the only thing that speaks louder than words. However, she wants a peaceful life, someone to fall in love by her hand, and a reason to fight for other the venagence brewing within her heart.

This is the tale of the grimmest believer in NYC, daughter of criminal and wife to chaos, she's been through life with light steps and spiteful thoughts, yet this troubled ethereal being could be something the Boss won't be for too long, something Catalina rejects with every fiber of her being: a queen.

When she was young her father had told her she came to him in the form of a dream, sweetest vanilla tasting reverie a man had ever witnessed, a source of hope. Shuddering in discomfort, she faked a smile, as the million times she had been told I love you by relatives, pretenders and a fistful of overly-attached men friends who got too comfortable, too soon. Why can’t I feel it, mama? She whimpered at age thirteen after she had smashed the glass chocolate box her boyfriend had given her for Valentine’s, shortly after breaking up with him. Catalina was meant to represent the prime pillar, but the sense of belonging was lacking and she refused to give in to indulgence. Did she really have to deal with the idealization of being a hollow dream?

The news of her younger sister was a surprise, one Catalina cared little about. The opposite from her parents, the house buzzed with the excitement of the good news and another heir. Once born, Catalina’s interactions with her sister were minimal, like the rest of the Castillo family.

The beautiful country of Mexico; the endless beaches, waves, glorious houses, and best of all, money. Growing up in one of the most lavish houses in Quintana Roo, three stories to the Castillo’s mansion. Young Catalina lived out the childhood most children only dreamt of. The Castillo’s were beyond rich. Her mother CEO and founder of a cosmetic company. Her father happened to be mobster affiliated to the El Eme mafia, a powerful criminal organization of the United States, at age sixteen the ice princess had learned of everything mafia related and Catalina shone with raw talent when it came to it.

Yet, loneliness consumed her, as she has learned, is hardly a bitter companion once you’ve chosen your own fate, rolled the dice with a higher power; if you will. Catalina has never been too keen of those glorified forms of affection being physical or emotional, far from making her soul quiver in rapid passionate flames, it’s barely even a fuzzy, tingly sensation that fades before her sense of realism and the consequences hauled by romanticism. Her mother used to compare her to her father’s side grandmother – who she hated, profusely so – due to her indolence, vanity, apathy and parsimonious responses to favors and responsibilities. She was her father’s princess, far more worshiped than her mother, whatever fault she committed would be not just excused but praised, because she was his very definition of perfection; perhaps since Catalina’s aunt had been the same thing to her grandfather, and he did try with all of his mortality, to mirror his fallen father’s persona. The Castillo princess had learned to read and write using her grandmother's medicine books at the age of four, every line drawn by her hand would be exquisite and her wit was sharp as it was venomous; termagant adoration of her father, conceited and by all lawful means, a perfect liar. Catalina was disliked by many, her beauty and talents did not seem to hide her rather sociopath ways, sarcasm was her language and in case she hadn’t been clear enough she would insult you in four different languages, just to toy with you a bit, you could be turned into her chew-toy and she would be clever enough to make herself look guiltless once the bill was cut, part of her charm was clearly accredited to her unreliable personality… Because if there was anything more exciting than seeing her sweep in, was daydreaming about her being your own.

Her mother had been her worst enemy, given that her attitude was so alike to her grandmother’s and that woman had caused quite some damage in the past. Her mother had to see Catalina turning into the same nonchalant virago, the fighting increased as she blossomed into a woman – top of her class, with numerous studying opportunities out of country – who sought independence, to Catalina staying in Mexico was the equivalent of having a slow, tortuous death notwithstanding she had stayed long enough to somewhat please her parents. No more, daddy had given her a brand new apartment in America(after enough "consideration") fully equipped for her to rejoice in her liberty, if not libertinage. Even still, she never glanced back and she made sure of changing her number as soon as she flew off into the dusk; she had gotten what she wanted from them.

College came quickly and with a degree in chemistry, Catalina was able to get a job as an intern at JOVE Research. The world, it had to kneel before her as though she was a goddess from the Olympus, luckily this attitude got her ahead in multiple occasions and it would all start with her reciprocating whatever sweetness was sent her way, yet she would never extend a helping hand or the whatever switch that made people adore her or die for her, was not added to her when she was built. That was a dream she long ago have given up. At age twenty-three, the life of the prestigious heiress to an empire of Hispanic origins knew her time of independence has come to an end when she stood face to face to the man who created her. The self-made man made his way into this damned town as vultures, circling above waiting for the perfect moment to dive in and tear to shreds and grab whatever wealth they can stumble across.

Bruno Valdes, an art curator, Latin American history connoisseur and wise investor it was expected for him to hold and nurture privilege, honor, and accomplishments in his lineage, was to marry Catalina by convenience alone. The ice princess insulted and kicked from the arranged by her mother but Catalina efforts were futile, and the results were merely staled. The man was fifteen years her senior and was all too bland for her taste. In three occasions she tried to run away – the last being at her wedding – but her mother, Bruno’s sister Katya and her father's loyal servant made it impossible. A devious plan started itself for Catalina and that was she was not capable of living a life of misery.

During the honeymoon, a skiing accident at the Swiss Alps, Bruno Valdes suffered a brain injury that would leave him in a comatose state, which would only end with his death. As his wife and only beneficiary Catalina inherited his millions, along with the townhouse located in the Upper West Side.
Not too long, her father and along with a handful of members was arrested with the help of 4 witnesses and landed each one of them life in prison without parole. Catalina was handed the reins of her father’s empire and with a bright smile, she accepted.

Catalina is another name that slips from lips like poetry in ravishing urge or boiling hatred depending on the transmitter. To many, she is just another socialite and CEO of The Silk Petal Casino and branches, a facade she keeps from people from discovering the truth.

Emilio Ángel Castillo - Father

Gloria María González-Castillo - Mother

Marlena Alejandra Castillo - Sister

Bruno Valdes - ex-husband

Rita Luz Reyes

Rita, Rey

38

♀
masc presenting
occasional crossdresser

Lesbian

April 23rd

I’m the middle man, loyal and faithful to my lovers and my liquor.

5’11”

222 lbs

dark brown

dark brown

black hispanic

Rita is a large, muscled woman with somewhat rough features. Her hair is frizzy dark brown, quite short but very full and thick and with a few gray strands throughout. She has full eyebrows and heavily lidded dark brown eyes. Rita has evidence of sun damage on her round cheeks and across her nose, as well as in patches on her broad shoulders. She rarely wears any jewelry, except for a simple gold band on her left ring finger. Rita’s nails are short, often unpainted, but always neat. While most of her weight appears to be muscle mass, Rita does have a slightly chubby belly, as well as wide hips.

Rita’s wardrobe is decidedly masculine. She primarily dresses plainly in jeans, long sleeved tee shirts, and plain sneakers. Weather permitting she’ll wear cutoff muscle shirts and shorts, and when it’s cold she has sweatshirts, sweaters and wintry jackets. She rarely wears anything that could be considered formal (unless she’s crossdressing), but her closet isn’t without ties, suits, and polished leather shoes. For business arrangements she’s often seen in classic khaki and corduroy pants with a simple dress shirt.

Rita owns a simple Colt Government pistol, and keeps brass knuckles and a knife on her person at all times.

She’s a reasonably skilled brawler, known for fighting dirty and fighting anybody.

street-smarts, quick-witted, good fighter, intimidating

smart-mouthed, short tempered, easily develops bad habits

cooking, game shows, restoring old guns, shopping with Lily, working out, restoring metal art, sewing and mending clothes

cute girls, cars, Broadway musicals, Johnny Cash, exploitation horror films, cologne, helping underprivileged people

human trafficking, most rich people, religiosity, farms, pretentiousness, bigotry

Rita is a gruff, sarcastic ladies’ lady. She’s loud and loves to laugh, almost as much as she likes making others laugh. She doesn’t care much for authority, law-abiding or otherwise.

Rita grew up mostly in a foster home just outside Tulsa, Oklahoma. She lived on a farm owned by an older couple with several foster children. They did little to raise her, or any of the children, giving little affection. As a teenager she left Oklahoma and joined a gang in Chicago, making many contacts she maintains to this day. After a fight with another gang leader, Rita fled east and wound up in NYC. She met Lily at a gay bar in Greenwich Village and, well, the rest is history.

Despite no longer having any formal ties to gangs or the mob, she maintains amicable communications with many crime lords and street-level mobsters across the city. She makes her establishment as close to a neutral ground as possible, though most drug trafficking is carried out by the Bustamentes.

long-term open relationship with Lily

Lilian Marjorie Duval

Lily

29

♀

transgender

bisexual

September 6th

I’m the proprietor, loyal and faithful to my people

5’10”

154 lbs

dark green

varies

black

Lily is slender, with mocha skin. She has unusual dark green eyes. She wears quite a bit of makeup; heavy mascara and eyeliner, eyeshadow, bold lip colors, contouring and highlight. Lily has a slim but chiseled jaw, full lips, and immaculately neat eyebrows. Her hair is cropped quite close to her head, but she likes wearing wigs in many colors, styles and textures. Her nails are always freshly done. Although Lily has a quite slim figure, she’s not lacking in seductive curves.

Lily considers herself a classic beauty, and dresses as such. She wears simple but classy clothing, ironically tending to shy away from terribly flashy clothing despite her history in drag. She’s particularly a fan of skintight short dresses. In more casual settings, she still opts for attractive blouses and nice jeans or skirts. Due to her height she only wears heels at work, usually wearing simple flats or even sneakers otherwise.

none; carries pepper spray

empathetic, good listener, great people skills, hardworking, perfectionist

very intelligent, careful, cautious, kind

timid, pacifistic, stressed out easily

charity work, drag, watching makeup tutorials, sewing, working out, walking/jogging, cooking and baking

helping others, shopping, Broadway musicals, art history,

bigotry, pushy people, rudeness, laziness, human trafficking, murder

Lily is a gentle soul, empathetic almost to a fault. She’s very friendly and a good conversationalist, though can be a bit shy when it comes to actually opening up. She’s a touch vain, always wanting to look her best, especially if she’s with a lover. She’s a bit prone to complaining, being a perfectionist and having little patience with rude or annoying people; if caught in a bad mood she could be accused of even being bossy or stubborn. Lily is very generous, and truly bleeds for the world and anyone who is suffering.

As a child, Lily lived in Queens being raised by her grandparents, until her father claimed custody of her when she was fourteen. Her teen years with him were very uneasy, and she ran away before she was eighteen. She came out and began living as a woman at 20, but didn’t start HRT until after she met Rita. They bought the Queen Louis together, and turned it into a fabulous drag bar open to all deviants.

Lily has no familial connection with the mobs, her only personal ties being through Rita and business connections. She’s under the impression that the gangs she works with aren’t ones involved in violent crimes or violating human rights, partly due to Rita witholding the whole truth and partly because she doesn’t want to believe they’re involved with such things.

long-term open relationship with Rita

Nikolai Petrokov

To friends, Kolya. My enemies call me the Bear

30

Male

Heterosexual

March 15

I’m the Heir, loyal and faithful to the Obshina Bratva

5’ 6”

180 lbs

Brown

Brown

Russian

Nikolai Petrokov is best described as incredibly dense. While somewhat short in stature, he makes up for this in filling his clothes with muscle. He keeps his head shaved down to just bristles of hair, and keeps his facial hair lightly trimmed. Underneath his clothes, a sprawling tattoo of the Bratva's symbol fills his back. Nikolai's chest is marked with the scars of stab wounds, former sores, and a bullet hole or two.

While typically a man who appreciates his own culture, Nikolai tries to dress with the times. He appreciates a good Italian suit, and has a collection ordered from the tailor for some of the Castra Nostra's best men. He rarely wears a tie with his dress shirts, and keeps a fine watch made by his grand uncle on his wrist as frequently as possible. When working out, you are likely to find Nikolai in a red track suit with white stripes, with a white tank top underneath.

When needing something stealthy and calculated, the Pistolet Besshumnyy (Makarov w/ integral supressor) is often deployed. When feeling lucky, MP-412 REX revolver is employed. When things need to be done the old fashioned way, Nikolai often uses either a set of brass knuckles or a pair of pliers he keeps tucked away in his suit pockets. Opening the trunk of his car would reveal an AKS-74U and a Vepr-12, along with plenty of ammo and a few leftover bloodstains. The man likes his toys.

Born to be a tool, Nikolai is the most potent tool at the Bratva’s disposal. He’s managed to best a few of the West End’s best boxers through sheer will and stamina, and knows how to break nearly any enemy of his family through torture. In the past few years, his efforts has been focused on protecting the Bratva’s prostitution ring, and has proven rather persuasive in an aggressive manner at rooting out competition and unsavory sorts threatening his business.

Nikolai is fluent in Russian and English, as his parents used both interchangeably when he was young. He is incredibly strong and durable. His gifts in interrogation, however, are his best asset.

Nikolai’s greatest flaw is his hubris. He seems himself as invincible, and even the slightest insult sets him into a blind rage. His anger makes him sloppy, and it’s only a matter of time until his actions create a trail that can take him down.

Beating information out of enemies
Boxing
Mini-Golf

Sex, drugs, violence, "proper" vodka, Action Films

Orders, weak allies, American vodka, Romantic Films

Nikolai waves an air of arrogance wherever he goes. He carries his weight as the firstborn son of the Bratva’s New York head. When he is met with the slightest obstacle or inconvenience, Nikolai ensures it is destroyed. When enrages, he lacks the pretentiousness and tact that makes him an effective tool: Nikolai instead becomes a raging fire of destruction.

Alexi Petrokov was the head of the Obshina Bratva in New York City for 20 years before his wife gave birth to their first child. He was born exactly on the due date, a rather large infant. Perhaps it was irony that made Nikolai grow into one of the smallest kids on the playground. At a young age, he was picked on for being the short one. Little did they know Petrokovs do not take such insults lightly. From that day forth, the little Nikolai made his body a temple of strength and endurance. He nearly killed some poor kid in high school who called him “shorty.”

By the age of sixteen, Nikolai had begun working for the family. Just driving and small errands at first, until it eventually progressed to jobs suiting a strong and intimidating presence. By the age of 23, Nikolai was allowed to run one of the family’s small illegal brothels as a trial run. When he was 27, Nikolai had been placed in charge of the premier illegal brother in New York City and oversaw the prostitution ring the Bratva were known for. He prefers to handle his business personally. He also typically represents his father’s interests at meetings, since Alexi has begun withdrawing himself due to his sickness.

Nikolai wasn’t the only child to be born of Alexi. A year after his birth, his brother Misha was born nearly a month early. It was a miracle he survived. Zhanna was a surprise a few years later. The three were close, often finding they could only truly share their familial drama with each other. It was a lonely childhood for the three.

Alexei briefly worked as a Russian intelligence operative before moving to the U.S. in the late 80s, hoping to gather intelligence on the U.S. whilst also involving himself in the Russian Mob. When the motherland fell and the power of the Bratva rose in the motherland, Alexei Petrokov did what he needed to keep himself alive. He and the girlfriend he brought to the States got married as Alexei settled into the New York crime scene with the permission of the Casa Nostra. He was never a kind or forgiving father, and has abused each of his children throughout their lives. As of late, Alexei has withdrawn himself from the Bratva's operations and dealings. Only Zhanna and Nikolai know that their father has been diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer, and that it's almost certain that his days are numbered. The only question is how long it will be until Nikolai becomes the official head of the family.

Misha has been disowned for nearly 8 years. He was cast out by Alexi, a conservative despite his illegal affairs. When the second born came out to his family, Alexi gave him a day to pack his things and find his own way. Nikolai has kept in touch every now and then with his estranged brother, but Misha has become increasingly bitter towards all remnants of his family and past life. Misha has recently settled down with his husband, and they are in the process of adopting a child.

Zhanna helps manage The Yellow Ticket, the premiere underground brothel in New York City. She typically runs the house on Nikolai's behalf, acting as the face and lady of the place. She is capable in her own right, and is the only member of the immediate family to actually graduate from college. Zhanna's goal is to take over the running of the business side of things when Nikolai becomes the head of the family, and her brother is more than willing to let her take care of the particulars.

Nikolai doesn't have many close relationships. He has a solid working relationship with Dmitri, his "personal assistant." Dmitri acts as Nikolai's driver and janitor, cleaning up any mess the heir makes and taking him where he needs to go. Dmitri is a recently made man, and knows more about the business than Nikolai realizes. Nikolai has a good relationship with his family, as they are the most important people to him. He lacks any romantic relationships currently, but is involved in sexual relations with some of the women in the employ of the Bratva. He hasn't involved himself with members of the other families in New York, remaining somewhat of a wild-card in the political landscape.