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"Merda!" Analise called out loudly from the kitchen of their small home in the heart of Harlem. She had gotten slightly distracted while cooking and a light smoke filled the room quickly. Throwing open the window, she fanned wildly with the newspaper her husband had left on the counter earlier that morning during breakfast time. Her dish; Parmigiana di Melenzane was a little dark around the edges but nothing the woman couldn't recover. All the flavors of her home region were to be layered one upon the other. The dish consisted of fried eggplant, tomato sauce, mozzarella, parmesan and basil, and when done just right would make even the busiest man stop for seconds. It was a shame the only important men in her life we’re always a step above being just that.
Busy.
Ana gave a small smile to Priscilla; her daughter in law. “Don’t let anyone know eh? Our little secret.” she let out a laugh, fanning still. She wiped her damp forehead with her forearm as she watched the girl pick up the items for the table from the cabinet. Analise liked Priscilla quite a lot, it was apparent she was with Jones for him, and not just for the money. She watched her exit through the swinging kitchen door, revealing the scattered group of men and a few woman accompaniments that had tagged along. Most were related to Antonio in some fashion: friends, cousins, and others she had no idea who they were. Analise always fed them heartily though, a person could never leave the Lombardi house hold without a full stomach.
The sound of the door was always a heart dropper. The woman held her breath as the sounds of fidgeting in the other room caused the sound of her heart beat to triple. One second, two, seemed like several before the door was open. Alas, a squeal of joy escaped from Priscilla’s lips. That meant it was safe, her only son had returned from another night, and things would be okay for now. Grabbing the tray, Analise used her hip to open the door, “Dinner is ready, come-a get it!”
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Priscilla Trusette-Lombardi| 20| “I am not the one to mess with.” Lombardi.Daughter-in-Law.Helps Jones run the smuggling of interests. Without Jones knowing, she is also one of the Lombardi’s assassins. Born and raised in a nice wealthy home in Los Angeles, California, Priscilla went to school every day as she was told and made a lot of friends, most who were very uninteresting to her but she held onto them anyway. After a few short years in California, her and her parents flew to the Big Apple, New York City and made a major adjustment to living there. Growing up wasn’t really hard for her since she asked a lot of questions on things that confused her and much more other things. When she met Jones, she knew that her life was going to change, she could feel it – And boy did it ever change.At first glance, you might say that Priscilla has a black heart but she is the complete opposite. She is actually quite sweet and caring for most people. She is very loyal to Jones and the rest of the Lombardi family and she knows that she need to keep her mouth shut since she has seen what happens to people that doesn’t, so yeah she is usually quiet unless spoken to.In a committed relationship with Jones Lombardi.
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Evangeline DelTorro
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Position:
Patient
Diagnosis:
Agoraphobia & Acute Insomnia.
Personality:
Evangeline. Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly.
Other:
Has taught herself how to paint, and quite enjoys doing just that.
Appearance:
Evangeline has an Italian background, she could get very tan if she allowed herself to go outside, but because of many years indoors she has became quite a soft peach color. Her eyes are large and a bright hazel color that almost seem golden in the right lighting. She's quite small in height (5ft 1). but gained quite a bit of weight in the years she stayed home and didn't do much. Her hair is long and is shaded in a deep dark brown that is often pulled into a big messy bun on top of her head, but when she is feeling adventurous she likes to let it down. She wears scrubs comfortably, and doesn't mind getting a little paint on them here and there.
History:
"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangeline's mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Evangeline's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?"
"Perhaps."
Eva was 16 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail Eva, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.
Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. Evangeline did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.
It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use.
How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?
By 18, Evangeline had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evangeline doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words.
You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was. The next day she was shipped off to the asylum and has been there ever since.
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Position:
Patient
Diagnosis:
Agoraphobia & Acute Insomnia.
Personality:
Evangeline. Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly.
Other:
Has taught herself how to paint, and quite enjoys doing just that.
Appearance:
Evangeline has an Italian background, she could get very tan if she allowed herself to go outside, but because of many years indoors she has became quite a soft peach color. Her eyes are large and a bright hazel color that almost seem golden in the right lighting. She's quite small in height (5ft 1). but gained quite a bit of weight in the years she stayed home and didn't do much. Her hair is long and is shaded in a deep dark brown that is often pulled into a big messy bun on top of her head, but when she is feeling adventurous she likes to let it down. She wears scrubs comfortably, and doesn't mind getting a little paint on them here and there.
History:
"If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangeline's mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Evangeline's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?"
"Perhaps."
Eva was 16 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail Eva, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.
Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. Evangeline did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.
It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use.
How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?
By 18, Evangeline had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evangeline doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words.
You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was. The next day she was shipped off to the asylum and has been there ever since.
Death By Woop said
If only I was, If only. But Me, xcalx1dw the hero of the kingdom of muffins-I mean....something shall rise again, but now reborn!
Ah, xcal my friend <3 It is good to see you indeed.
Gowi said
So what's the plan, cap'n?
Gowi <3 Plans so far: Settle in.
Plans for later: Maybe start up a shop again, and host some role plays (:
TaroAndSelia said
Tagging in here. It's good to see so many people already back.
I know! I've been waiting forever it seems. (: Good to see familiar faces for sure.
Death By Woop said
Woop Woop Welcome back!
Zoidberg is that you?
Woopwoopwoop teehee. Thankyou!
Welcome back as well!
Glad you ladies found your way over
Agreed, I like this idea a lot as well. To have a character sheet tab would make things easier for when you need to peek at a character real quick without having to look through tons of OOC posts to do so.
Name: Analise Lombardi
Age: 45
Family: Lombardi
Relation to Godfather: Wife
Role in family: 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.
Personality: Protective. Classy. Selfless. Independent. Loyal to her husband, family, and friends.
Biography: 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.
Relationship: Happily married!
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