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@FallenTrinity Yay you are in. Please start your intro please.

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Back to the basics
Full Name
Giovanna Nicci Conti
What I go by
Queen Bee
Age
22
Birth Date
02/14/1993
Sexuality
Heterosexual
I’m the Heiress, loyal and faithful to The Italian Mafia.

The Reflection in the Mirror
Height
5'9
Weight
125
Eye Color
Blue
Hair Color
Blonde
Identifying Marks
N/A
Weaponry & Skills
Standard Weapon
Does Bodyguards count as personal weapons?
Skills
She is amazing at organizing events for some of the most important people. She never let the pressure get to her and got things done when needed. In comparison to everyone else, her organizational skills were something to be envious about.
Strengths
-Her "Queen Bee" Status
-Mistress Manipulator
-FEARED by others
Weaknesses
Her Emotions
Depends on her Father's Money

Things I waste my Time With
Hobbies
Shopping, Fashion Shows and Traveling.
Charity/Fundraising Work
Likes
Fashion Brands
Parties and Functions
Gorgeous Preppy Boyfriend(s)
Dislike
Experience with Minorities
Food/Carbs
Being Lied to

What I’m Really Like
She is the most confident person you’ll ever meet and she’s somebody who never takes no for an answer. If you do refuse her, she’ll find a way to make you come around. She has a talent for adapting to different situations but she’s also a person that doesn’t trust people easily. She’s somebody that likes to keep most of her story to herself and avoids sharing too much personal information with others. She has the mysterious look in her eye, the top-bitch look that draws you in– she’s simply irresistible. You want to be her friend so bad, whatever it takes.

All About My Past
Giovanna has always been her daddy’s little girl. Thankfully for her, she’s the only child so the attention was always and only on her. She grew up absolutely spoiled, her parents bowing to her every wish, much like every other kid in the Upper East Side she knew. That’s why her childhood was a very happy and glamorous one, free of worry about the next day and the day after, with absolutely no troubles for the most part. The only thing that caused a little storm in Giovanna’s life was her parents’ divorce when she was twelve. That was also when her mother decided to disappear from the picture but with the fact that Giovanna was never too close to her mother, not much grieving happened. Soon enough she had a “new mother” anyway– a year after the divorce, her father remarried and Giovanna gained a Manhattan socialite as her step-mother.

She has always been aiming to take over her father’s real business but she didn’t start college until she turned twenty. The two gap years weren’t really for some particular reason, it was just the fact that Giovanna didn’t feel like studying right after finishing high school. Two years after that she figured that the things she’s learned about managing the firm through her father were not enough and she could use some more knowledge on the topic. That’s why she started studying management at Columbia University. First she was a bit reluctant, finding the studying after such a break a bit of a challenge but soon enough she sorted everything out and attending classes became something that she would look forward to.

What Giovanna didn’t expect was for the wealthy and glamorous lifestyle to be threatened. At first she didn’t notice everything but with time she saw the way in which her father would frown at her daily expenses or finally put a limit on her bank account. Turns out that Giovanna’s father made a couple of bad-timed investments that cost him a lot of money and a couple of deals that made him lose even more. Conti Properties suffered and is still suffering a major financial loss and while Mr Conti is trying to save the day, the truth is that Giovanna has to tone things down with the expenses. She acts like it doesn’t even faze her, though. None of her friends are aware of her deteriorating financial situation because she knows how to hide it well. It does require a couple of sacrifices here and there but she definitely makes it work. Her head is still held high like she’s the richest person in the room.

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@czechmate46 @OfficerHeadbutt I hope to see introduction post soon.

@Teaistasty I feel you love. No worries

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Back to the basics
Full Name
Joseph Leonard O’Shea
What I go by
Old Joe, The Chief, The Geezer (put it down as Old Joe on the ID card thingy)
Age
73
Birth Date
3rd March 1942
Sexuality
Heterosexual
I’m the Don,loyal and faithful to the Irish Mafia.

The Reflection in the Mirror
Height
Standing straight he reaches 6”3, though his age means he walks with a cane, and slumps his shoulders, causing him to drop to about 6”0
Weight
175lbs
Eye Color
Blue
Hair Color
Grey (formerly brown)
Identifying Marks
Most of his left ear is gone from taking a bullet during the troubles when he was a young man.

Weaponry & Skills
Standard Weapon
A Taurus snub nose revolver, and a short length shillelagh.
Skills
Smart Businessman
Master at planning heists.
Strengths
Fantastic Negotiator and Master Manipulator.
Weaknesses
His age has made him fragile, and he keeps 2 bodyguards with him at all times.
No hearing in his left ear due to the bullet injury.
He’s very stuck in the old ways of the organized criminal underworld, and is dismissive of new ideas.

Things I waste my Time With
Hobbies
Drinking, smoking, and spending the night with high class prostitutes who aren’t even a third of his age.
Likes
Whiskey
Cigars and Pipes
Young Women
Money
Dislike
Gays
Minorities
The English
Being disrespected
People with no motivation or cause

What I’m Really Like
Old Joe is a hard-nosed bastard of a man. Constantly swearing and shouting, even when he’s in a good mood, though the shouting may be due to him being deaf in one ear. A man with a fierce belief in Catholic family values and a fierce pride in himself and his homeland of Ireland.

All About My Past
Born in Dublin 1942, his upbringing was anything but easy. He had a roof over his head, and a mother who always did what she could for him. By 10 he was robbing food from stores to feed himself and his mother. By 16 he was mugging drunken people stumbling home from the pub in back alleys at knifepoint. He stayed a delinquent for the next 10 years, robbing strangers for beer money, stealing cars and selling them off to a dodgy fella he knew, anything he could do, and anything he wanted to do. He stayed this way until the early 70s, where coming towards his 30s he learned of the troubles to the North, and joined up with the IRA to fight.

He eventually became disillusioned with the fight for a united Ireland, and headed home to Dublin. His reputation had become known to family in America, and he received a letter from Phillip O'shea, a cousin of his mother who lived in New York and happened to be the leader of the West End Mob. He shipped off to the states, and when he landed in New York he began to rise through the ranks of the Irish Mob.

In 1990, Phillip's son Thomas was killed along with Thomas's wife by the Cosa Nostra, leaving Thomas's young infant son Nathan parentless. Joseph was the one to exact revenge, killing 5 high ranking men in the Italian Mafia, and managing to pin the blame on another Cosa Nostra member. When Phillip passed away from Cancer in 1995, Joseph rose to take his place as the new Don of the West End Mob.

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@OfficerHeadbutt Sorry love just saw your skeleton. HOWEVER, you are accepted.

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Rawr...

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@FallenTrinity no problem

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@tatszico Isabella is free too. �

@Teaistasty Same here, it was a epic line. You be a gentlemen and go snuff the guy so that Esme can run for the hills.

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Mornings were always her favorite part of the day. You awoke, refreshed and feeling like the day was going to be good. And today Isabella felt that way. She had awoken from a deep REM sleep, her blue colored eyes watching the sun as it poured through the clouds and into her window. She smiled faintly to herself feeling the warmth from her bed made her want to settle back into the plush blankets and pillows. She loved this comfy bed that her provided for her. She did well as a daughter, sure she didn't make must, as long she had arts in hand, she was home.

Pulling herself from her bed's warm embrace the young woman stepped down onto the plush carpet. Her pale toes clutched at the nearly shag carpet. Isabella sighed, happy to be in such a great place, with today as bright as yesterday. Walking into the her own bath room she quickly undressed and turned on the shower. The warm water felt great on her bare skin. Her pale complexion and vibrant blue eyes made her an interesting person to say the least. Isabella was infamous at the school for her blue eyes and her wicked skills on the violin. Everyone knows her by her bright smile and he blue eyes. She seemed always to be the quiet beauty that no one had a shot with, so petite and small.

Pulling a towel around her thin pale frame, she wiped the fogged up mirror, seeing her eyes reflected in the smeared glass. Hopefully the rest of the school year she could move on, past her history and her fears, maybe find someone for herself, some one to make her feel whole, loved, and not so weak. Of course she was not physically weak, carrying a cello all year long does take strength but her mind and emotions were only held together by a thin sheet of glass... sometimes.

Clothed in St. Joseph Catholic School For Young Women's blue, white and grey, her uniform, the young princess left her small apartment like room in the right wing of the massive compound, waiting out front was the famous black SUV to escort her to school.

In the Afternoon

Almost as soon as she had finished exchanging goodbyes with her classmates, and they had gotten back into their cars, leaving her alone. Today was Esmeralda turn to pick her up. Which meant no weird looking men tagging along or settling nearby. The two was planning to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Glancing around, Isabella watched as the kids and adults walked right by her, looking so confident in themselves.

" Esme, where are you?" she whispered to herself, with her feet planted firmly on the ground before the school as gripped the strap of her black backpack hard.

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Spring had finally made its debut; it was threatening to be over seventy degrees with no chance of rain. Certainly, mother earth did not fail to comply with her promises. It meant the older sibling had to keep her word; today, Isabella felt-no needed to witness the ancient art of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. As promised, Esmeralda would company the young girl after school. One afternoon of the week, the two Cardona Sisters would spent the time reconnecting the bond set since the birth of the princess. Her muscles ached from earlier exercise and as for the dark circles under her eyes from the sleepless nights. For Isabella, Esmeralda would all she could to keep her smiling. Her slender tanned fingers brushed her hair back as she took another sip of coffee. Mentally, her brain thanked her for the shot of the bitter stimulant drug; caffeine. Her eyes fluttered shut, and enjoy the brief moment of solitude. It been so long...

"Pedimos disculpas por la intrusión."

The Spanish beauty was startled by a masculine voice, her eyes flew opened to reveal the beautiful green eyes which she was named for. In her line of vision she notice a man, standing in a expensive black suit. Esmeralda could tell the famous info broker by the glimmer in his eye and the black book in hand. His tired eyes that claimed his face from probably from overtime gloating.

“Miss Cardona...La Diabla”

God, how she detest that name and yet, so little she have done to be compare such as so.

Esmeralda smiled sweetly at the man and her right hand gripped on the metal fork as she carefully slice her delight in half. Any wrong move, she won't hesitate to stab the young man in his neck. "I have told you countless of time. I do not do interviews outside the office." Her soft accent did little to hide the irritation rising from her voice.