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Fiorella Rossi
Out of character information:
Name: KK
Contact: xhehaditcoming@yahoo.com
In Character Information:
MAFIA
Avatar: Dita Von Teese
Name: Fiorella Rossi
Alias: Fior, The Black Widow.
Age: 32
Family: Valentino Rossi (father; deceased), Alessandra Rossi (mother; deceased), Isabella Viscareno (sister; living), Terrance Malone (deceased; former husband of six years; found in bed with his secretary, both were shot to death), George Bernard Shaw (deceased; former husband of two years; stabbed in the back on the floor of his apartment).
Occupation: Currently the fiancé of popular mafia-man, Angelo Assante; she has her hands dirty with the Magliozzi Mafia while she also makes waves as the headliner at the The Fine Line. The upscale lounge is owned by her current beau in Sacred Oats and is a popular place for members of the mob.
Weapons: Throwing knives; Fior has a whole collection of them.
Description: Fiorella admires the finer, more material things in life and it's quite obvious. She shops constantly at some of the most expensive stores in Sacred Oats, fritting away her money on things that most people would only look on and admire at through a window. Angelo gives her an allowance which is practically unlimited; he is rarely around and he thinks the money will keep her satiated. She owns a wide variety of clothing made up of expensive brand names and designer labels. Fior knows how to dress herself well, always with the perfect amount of jewelry – never too much, never too little – her hair and make-up is always done to perfection. Her style is all her own and she's well known for it; she emulates the fashions of the 20's, 30's, and 40's, and she could easily be mistaken for one of those dames or molls.
Fior prefers to wear her jet black hair down and in silky waves. It compliments her very pale skin, which stands out all the more, along with her steely grey-blue eyes. She doesn't usually wear too much make-up, either, simply because she finds she looks all the better without it. During the day, she sticks with a natural, earthier look, while at night, she becomes the vamp. Red lips shaped like hearts, smoky and enticing eyes, a faint blush on her cheeks; the usual look she goes with; a classy, elegant look. She has very expressive features that need not be enhanced by silly things like make-up. Her simplicity can be thought of as beauty, and her beauty can sometimes be heart-stopping. She carries herself like the amazing woman she is, and that, too, can be intriguing.
The singer’s figure is more than to be desired, healthy, in-shape, toned. She’s quite the voluptuous woman. She has an hour glass shape to die for; ample on top, thin in the middle, and round at the bottom, which Angelo seems to love. Fior’s shape is very feminine, and again, graceful, and she never carries herself without either of them. Her waist is literally 16-inches around; mainly from all of the corsets she’s prone to wearing. She cinches ‘em up tight, yet never seems to be out of breath. No doubt her insides have gone to shit, along with the bit of smoking she does here and there, but she never complains, and neither do the men she sees. Her underwear’s quite a bit more provocative than the real clothes she wears, which seems to represent her personality more than anything.
Personality:
Fiorella comes off plain and simple, a sweet girl to many, and a provocateur to few. Her innocence, unbeknownst to others, is gone and by now it’s obvious she could never get it back; she’s killed two men, sexed more than she can count, and is currently a mob-boss’ girlfriend. And since she’s been dating Angelo, her wrap has seemingly disappeared altogether. Her past is something she tries her hardest to avoid, and lives in the now as best she can. She has a beautiful home on the better side of town, she has a loving and somewhat-loyal boyfriend, and she gets everything she wants; clothes, shoes, jewelry, and furs. But as lavish as her lifestyle is, it’s also very lonely. Sure, she’s got Angelo, but he’s hardly ever around. He buys her things from the most expensive stores, but really all she wants is to be with him. He’s a very busy man, and the Don likes to keep it that way.
She is one of those women who know exactly how to get what she wants and get by with her wiles and wits. She isn’t a fool, she’s far more intelligent than many would think, and she has managed to master the art of manipulation. It isn’t hard for her to seduce someone, and even some women have confessed to being a bit taken with her. So, it is only natural that she use these people up until the very end, and when they finally become useless to her, she will do away with them like yesterday’s paper. Fior is good with words, she knows what to say and when to say it. Her charms are a natural gift, one that comes in handy often. That is, when Angelo's not around. But she has never cheated on Angelo. Perhaps made a promise here or there, but never actually gone through with it.
Fior isn’t at all bothered by what Angelo does, in fact it’s been deemed a turn on for her. The danger, the power, the money, flashy cars and expensive things, nothing gets her hotter. He spoils her rotten, and it's never enough. Their relationship seems to be a bit one-sided and slightly unhappy for her. Fiorella stays with him because she can't bare the thought of not having someone. It's almost an obsession with her – being alone. Her greatest fear is dying alone, and her loyalty to Angelo, though bitter in its entirety, is unshakable. Fiorella is definitely the jealous-type. She was married to her former husband of six years, six long years that ended very suddenly when he was found in bed with his secretary, both of them shot to death.
She can be very temperamental, and her emotions often times get misplaced. When this happens, it would be the best idea to leave her be and try not to irritate her so. She is an emotional powerhouse whose feelings often times go up and down like a roller coaster. Fior is good at displaying said emotions, too, though it is an incredibly hard thing to tell what kind of mood she is in at first glance; her face is often stoic, unless her attitude is otherwise. But despite the many things inside of her, the two that over-power her most often are anger and bitterness. Resentment toward her friends and family, her lover(s), in fact Angelo is usually the cause of her anger. He leaves her behind quite a bit and always seems to be content, but he is kept content by what? It's loneliness that often leads to paranoia, which is another emotion that tends to overcome the others.
Ever since her first two marriages, Fior has been nothing but paranoid. She watches Angelo constantly and can't stand it even when he locks eyes with another female. She doesn't seem to get along with the same sex very well; she becomes catty and unfriendly, and downright nasty some times. But she hides it well when she has to do. It would be no good running around, slapping other men's wives in the face all the time. She is not an explosive person, but an implosive person. Emotions get bottled up for the longest time until finally she breaks out. Both her ex-husbands could tell you that, but they're dead.
Sample Role-play:
"The Voice on the Other End"
Ring.
Ring. Ring.
“Hello?”
Click.
That was the third time today; the third time she had answered the phone and they had hung up, whoever it was. Fior had been playing this game with them all day long. The phone would ring, she’d pick it up, answer it – she could hear breathing on the other end, but before she could find out what they wanted, they’d hang up on her. 'How strange', she thought at first, then she thought 'how rude', until finally, she was just plain irritated. Angelo wasn't home of course, so the only person she could really explain her frustrations to was herself. Well, she and the cat, who only stared, back at her with his big, dumb eyes. These phone calls were really something... Maybe they had the wrong number? But if they did, why would they keep calling it? Then it crossed her mind that it could just be some punk kids – prank calls happened more often than one would think.
But she was still curious...
Still in her robe and finishing up her make-up, she glanced to the vanity mirror and examined herself. Angelo was coming home tonight, and though she was really working, they were spending some amount of time together. Tonight, she was going to look her absolute best. She was always dressed impressively, but she really wanted Angelo to see what he'd been missing out on for the past week, when he'd been spending all his time on "business".
Fiorella clicked her freshly-painted red nails on the table-top, while her other hand cradled her face, and she stared down at the phone as if it had done something wrong. She looked like a cop trying to interrogate a suspect who wouldn't speak up, not that she would know what that scene looked like . The silence of the apartment was beginning to make her nervous, and the tick-ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner did nothing to calm her nerves. She could hear the cat purring as it lay on top of the table on it's side, legs sprawled out and tail waving back and forth in the air. Her steely grey-blue eyes darted over at it, and they locked knowing gazes. For a moment, she felt disappointed and then angry, and then stupid.
Stupid phone. Stupid cat. Stupid me.
From the corner of her eye, she could see the cat lift its leg and its head disappeared between its legs, and then she felt disgusted. "Ew," Fior said aloud, and then pushed the cat's head slightly. It tore its head away from its own crotch and stared at her, its leg still extended and paws up defensively. "Gross. Not on my table..."
The cat didn't listen of course; its head disappeared once again. She shook her head and pushed the cat again, turning back to the phone with a chuckle at the resounding hiss from the animal as if to say, "you bitch."
"Yeah, well, that'll teach you to lick yourself on my table!" Her gaze followed the feline as it pranced away, butt and tail raised at her bitterly.
Then it happened...
Ring. Ring.
She sat there in silence as the phone rang once again, and she merely stared at it as if it hadn't registered with her yet. It rang again, and this time she grabbed for it as if mankind depended on this phone call. Bringing it to her ear, she held onto it with both hands, one eye brow rose expectantly. Quiet for the longest time, she finally managed to squeak out a "Hello?" Silence and breathing ensued. Like her implosive self, an enraged expression covered her face. "Look, you little punk, don't think that I don't know it's you. You think it's funny to keep calling, huh? I could have your ass arrested for harassing me and--"
"Baby?"
Angelo?
"Fuck." She hung up suddenly and for no reason at all, simply on impulse. When she realized what she'd done, she yelled again, "Fuck!" and quickly picked up the phone. "Angelo, baby, you there?"
Silence.
"...Yeah?"
Fior chuckled softly, "Sorry, baby. I thought...Never mind. How was your--"
"My plane just landed, I'll be home around six. Make sure you're dressed and ready to go."
Like usual, Angelo was being his short self. They'd been together for a few months and she was already used to his not-so-talkative demeanor. He wasn't one for lots of conversation. Not with her, anyway, and especially not over the phone. She wanted to know how he was doing, what he was doing... who he was doing . There was no way a man as content as he was born that way. Something was keeping him content, and she knew exactly what it was. Of course, part of her didn't want to, but there was no getting around it. Sometimes she felt like he loved his job more than her, he seemed to be at the beck and call of the Don and his boys, but when it came to having a nice sit-down dinner with her, he had to schedule an appointment. So, she figured if he wasn't fucking her, and if he wasn't fucking the Don, then he had to be fucking someone. Where else was all his time going?
Angelo spoke up again.
"Fior?"
Jerked from her thoughts, Fiorella nodded on her end of the phone, "Yeah?"
"Stop picking up the phone."
Click.
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