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Amelia Di Bonmar
Out of character information:
Name: Malia
Contact: AIM - Moonboots504
Email/MSN - frudi_rudi@hotmail.co.uk
In Character Information:
MAFIA
Avatar: Eva Longoria
Name: Amelia Di Bonmar
Alias: The Aristocrat
Age: 23
Family:
Father - Dimitri Di Bonmar (Dead): Dimitri Di Bonmar moved to America from France in 1972 with a dream to make a fortune in his mind and eventually was a high flyer in the 1980s, owning a string of extravagant yet shady casinos on the west coast of America. He showered his wife and children with anything they wanted but was never able to beat his addiction to heroin, which ultimately led to his death.
Mother - Lynette Di Bonmar: Lynette met Frenchman Dimitri when she worked at a rundown steak house in South Amboy, New Jersey to help support her parents. Suddenly rushed off her feet, Lynette was out of her depth in the glitz and glamour of the 80s as she was used to the life of a simple out-of-town family in a small town where everybody knew each other. Deeply in love with her husband, she frowned upon his drug abuse but instead chose to ignore it. A very respectable woman, she never dipped her fingers in her spouse's illegal activities and was always a balanced role model for her children. After Dimitri died, she was heartbroken and moved back to South Amboy to live with her sister.
Sister - Cecilia Di Bonmar: Cecilia was the eldest of the three Di Bonmar children, and was bossy and studious if anything. She was often the chief of the three children and was fascinated by the workings of her father's gambling empire. Cecilia grew up to be a hard-nosed and self-righteous corporate lawyer. After her father's death, Cecilia inherited the gambling company and all shares and is now the new head of Di Bonmar Casinos. Cecilia would stop at nothing and perform anything to make sure her late father's company would continue to rake in gargantuan profits.
Brother - Amelio Di Bonmar: Amelio was the middle child and only son of the Dimitri Di Bonmar. Hot-headed, rude, and brash, Amelio was expelled from many schools in his teenage years and was somewhat of a black sheep in the family. Loud, cocky and arrogant, he became self-indulgent and was very influential over the youngest Di Bonmar child, Amelia herself. Amelio himself was soon in the crack cocaine industry which was the underlying foundations of the Di Bonmar Casinos. A coke addict, Amelio was always by Amelia's side and introduced her to many people who started her drug dealing career. He inherited half of the Di Bonmar fortune, the other half going to his mother, and is Managing Director alongside his sister Cecilia.
Occupation: Mafia
Weapons: Amelia carries around two .45 Colt handguns, and these are her only forms of weaponry. She is extremely proficient in using them and is renowned for her skill with the dual handguns, but her skill in most other firearms is primitive.
Description: Amelia harbours a Latin-American look about her, and she is deemed by some as extraordinarily beautiful. Quite small at 5ft6, she has a curvacious yet slimline figure and is always proud of her flawless, sun-kissed skin.
With piercing brown eyes, they always seem to be adorned by mascara and a small amount of bright red eyeshadow. Her facial shape is quite gaunt as she boasts razor-sharp cheekbones, yet her lips are fully-formed, lucious and always a ruby, bright red. Most women wearing bright red lipstick would be labelled as 'slutty', as it is common amongst the Old Town Girls, yet with Amelia it seems to add to her enigmatic beauty and class.
Brown hair is worn in a variety of styles, yet it's always a waterfall of sleek, shiny ebony. Most of the time, her hair is let down and is slightly curly, finishing just after her shoulders, or at other points it is scraped tightly back into an off-centred bun or scooped into a loose side-ponytail.
Miss Di Bonmar is usually clad in black, conservative-style clothing, but a trace of trademark style is always seen. Her most renowned outfit is a tight pencil-skirt finishing just below the knees, a black blazer executive jacket that compliments her figure and a simple white t-shirt underneath. On her feet are a pair of high peep-toe white heels made of dull PVC.
Whilst her dress is impractical for her line of work, Amelia prides herself on presentation. There's never a moment she is not looking immaculate and a pair of thick-rimmed white 50s style Versace sunglasses are often perched on her face. The sheer size of them is quite something to behold, but Amelia takes extreme care of them for some reason or another.
Amelia's full appearance is a perfect balance between beauty and violence. Although she appears to be a stylish businesswoman, the people of Savage City know she is part of the trademark facade of the Mafia and when the gangster in black show up, it's odd to see how a crowd slowly disperse.
Slender hands are usually on display, or covered by a pair of white silk gloves that finish at the wrist. Her fingernails are painted a scarlet hue, matching that of her lips and eye-makeup. Overall, there is a distinct difference between Amelia and the other women of the city and a certain aura about her radiates the fact that she is the creme de la creme of Mafia gangsters.
Personality: Amelia is as deadly as she is beautiful. Her "Take no shit," attitude has given her the repute of one of the most coldest women in Savage City. Icy-hearted, Amelia lacks most emotions and can kill quite ruthlessly without feeling pain or regret. A cocktail of aristocracy, mercy and androgeny has made her a lethal foe and she is only respectful for those she deems worthy.
Amongst companions and those she trusts, Amelia is extremely loyal. She trusts and defends the Magliozzi Mafia with her life and carries out there wishes without question. Amelia is a respectable woman and lady of the Magliozzi Mafia, and most know of her hard-willed determination and leadership.
She deems herself as upper class and amongst those she sees worhty, Amelia is an educated, intelligent woman and amongst friends, Amelia has been known to occupy a sense of dry wit that would often result in comrades smirking. Above all, Amelia takes what she wants.
Amelia is exceptionally loathing of small-time drug dealers who act bigger than they are, and above anything, Old Town girls. She feels the women are disgusting and despicable, having a grudge that "The Old Town whores give women a bad name." Miss Di Bonmar finds it sickening that a group of women should group together and sell their bodies for a profit. Amelia has more sense than to get her hands dirty with the girls of Old Town, but she wouldn't say no to teaching them a good lesson.
Amelia kills with no regret or remorse and has often been referred to as a puppet of the Don, which in some respects, is true. She carries out their wishes and never ever seems to think about the morality of the Mafia's tasks for her. There have been times she's wished that there was something greater for her, something more challenging. The Don realises Amelia is an elite member of the mafia and does import a lot of confidence in the woman, but Amelia feels that she is overlooked by her more ego-driven male peers. Because of this, Amelia feels that she has to excel in every subject and nature, causing Miss Di Bonmar to be highly competitive. There are times when Amelia dislikes, and even hates, men.
For other women in the Mafia, Amelia is seen as a mentor-type figure for some, and it's not unusual for her to take a new female recruit under her wing voluntarily and show her the ropes. Amelia feels that new recruits should be kept away from the "bad" ones in the Magliozzi Mafia, and tries to give each recruit a disciplined but valuable training in her company.
From her mother, Amelia has inherited a strong sense of justice. Even though her activities are purely sinful and criminal, Amelia will not just kill for fun. Every murder she has ever carried out has been done in the name of the Magliozzi, but Miss Di Bonmar refuses to kill the 'innocent', if it's possible to find anybody innocent in Savage City that is. If she feels somebody has been wrongly-accused, she will try her best to defend them. However, her whole justice complex is invalid when it comes to the Old Town Girls.
Amelia, however, has earned a certain reputation for herself. In a bid to not kill the innocent, those without problems with the Magliozzi know they're safe. But when Amelia visits, they know they've done something wrong. And they know, when they witness her cruel beauty, that they will pay the price. It has been common knowledge that Amelia has dabbled herself in the drug dealing world, but most of her cocaine sales have been extremely under the table and usually with only those of the Sacred Oats.
Sample Role-play:
The Man stood on the balcony overlooking Jones City, a menthol cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. Handsome, smart, he was dressed in a tuxedo with slicked back brown hair. Beethoven's Fifth Symphony could faintly be heard behind the doors leading onto the wide baclony. He'd never had a thing for dinner parties. Champagne, presedential gossip and oil-talk ceased to interest the Man. He was here for one thing, and one thing only. It was a risk he knew, but with this, he had a ticket. A ticket for a better life. Might even find a nice woman to settle down with, have a few kids, have a new name. It was planned and carved into stone.
As the Man's thoughts wandered on an idyllic lifestyle that he longed for, he clutched the creased padded brown envelope closer to his chest. That very parcel he carried was the golden ticket. His one-way out of Savage City. And it would all end tonight.
No more shoot-outs, no more run-ins with the Magliozzi, no more having to pay out the ass for a fuck in Old Town. It would end, tonight.
Taking another drag of his cigarette, the embers glowed and he exhaled a long wisp of grey smoke, still clutching it between his lips.
"You're early,"
He immediately turned nervously to the velvety, well-spoken accent behind him. It was Her. So beautiful, so perfect. He gave a smile as she strolled over to him, dressed in a luxurious gown of white and elbow-length gloves to match.
As he approached her, he could feel the aroma of her rich perfume fill his nostrils and his chest protruded slowly. As he gazed into her eyes, he knew she was his ticket.
She gave a vague smile back and tilted her head slightly, ebony hair floating over her shoulders gently.
"You have it?"
The Man nodded quickly, beaming. He indicated the thick envelope in his hands and she gave a larger, more pleased smile.
"Fantastic," she muttered and ran her fingers slowly over the parcel before clutching it out of his hands. "Absolutely fantastic,"
Peering down at it, the Man gave a forced cough and she looked up, wide-eyed.
"Oh, the money?" she sighed with a smile and the Man nodded.
She turned for a moment as she tucked the envelope underneath her arm, rummaging about in a small white clutch bag and taking out a seven inch pile of dollar notes.
Turning round, he felt his heart race as the crisp papers were dumped into his fingers.
"Eight thousand dollars, right?" he gasped, pearly-white teeth on display as his confident, womanizing smile could no longer be held back.
"Eight thousand," she merely replied, a hand loosely resting on her hip. He looked up and smiled, their eyes engaged and locked onto each other for a few more moments.
Gripping the envelope, the Woman held it with both hands once more and looked up at him.
"You sure it's the videotape?"
"Positive," he swiftly muttered, "It's 100% genuine CCTV footage of the Magliozzi's murdering that politician, Roy Hailes. Genuine, I swear on my mother's grave,"
There was something about his voice that scremed 'Used Car Salesman'.
"100% real?" she questioned, a smile of awe and wonder across her beautiful face. He couldn't do anything but wish this mysterious contact was his girl, his woman.
"I swear," he continuted, "The cops in this city of all places couldn't refuse to arrest them, they'd have to. The Magliozzi's would be finished. This city would be free. Sure, there would be implications, but a JCPD officer like you would handle it, right?"
The Woman paused before taking a few short steps towards the edge of the balcony, one hand rested upon the stone bannisters.
"Right?" he questioned, slightly more concerned as he joined her. As he stared at her beautiful smile that was bathed in the moonlight, she turned her head to face his.
"Wrong,"
He frowned for a second, gripping the clump of dollar notes tighter. "Wrong?"
Her face changed from naive, to dominating. Her eyebrows narrowed as she had a confident, even cocky smile upon her ruby-red lips. Why was it that she seemed untrustworthy?
"Indeed, wrong," she said so quietly it was almost a whisper, "It seems that one has got himself in a little bit of trouble for snitching on the Magliozzi's and then handing them into Feds, am I right?"
The Man gave a short life and smiled. "I'll be out of this city by tonight, I will have disappeared. Untraceable!"
She shook her head slowly as she walked back to the double doors, Beethoven still emitting quietly from it. She turned on her heel to face him, a frown now clearly set on her face of perfection.
"They'll be out to kill you," she lectured icily, "You can't trust just anyone, they'll find you and kill you, mark my words,"
"I'll be gone by the morning," he slowly said and turned to face her as he leant on the baloncy bannisters.
"Yes," she said with a hedonistic smile, "Yes, you will,"
A burst of crimson emmited from the twin barrels of the handguns in each of her hands. As the triggers were pulled rapidly, explosions echoed into the midnight sky as the Man felt his chest burst through in an array of blood, gunpowder and scattered dollar notes.
As the final shot was thrown, the Man's eyes shut as he recoiled with pain and the Woman lowered the two guns, smoke still escaping from the heated barrels. The envelope and her purse lay on the ground and she slowly watched as he fell backwards over the balcony. As he fell, he became out of sight and Amelia tucked both handguns back into her purse coldly. Picking up the envelope, she tossed it vigorously over the edge of the balcony and peered down as to where his body was barely visible on the street below. A crowd had come round and the faint sound of police sirens drowned out the Beethoven.
"Those who try to seek the collapse of the Magliozzi," she softly spoke to the midnight sky, "Will surely see their downfall at my hands,"
Turning away, the Woman walked towards the double doors, a hand resting on the doorknob. The guests had all been bribed to "ignore" the commotion. As she stepped inside, she was greeted with a mix of "Why hello darling!" and "My, it's chilly out there, aren't you cold?"
And her name was Amelia Di Bonmar.
Edited by: After The Morning at: 4/18/06 7:23 am
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