Price, Cordelia Antonia

[Cordelia Antonia Price]

cordelia antonia price

twenty-eight – kristen bell - italian

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mama i'm in love with a criminal...

Sexuality: heterosexual
Occupation: mob boss
Soical Class: upper
Heritage: italian

and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical...

Father: Anthony Matthew Price jr, Mob Boss, (deceased)
Mother: Alexandria Jade Price, 46 (deceased -- Body never found)
Siblings: Anthony Matthew Price III , 22 -- Jason Christiano Price, 20
Other Family: N/A
Status: single

mama please don't cry, i will be alright...

Strengths: Cunning, Merciless, and Strong
Weaknesses: Pride, Family,  Stubborn
Goals:Wipe out the Connor Family and everyone and everything that is associated with them
Fears: That she won’t be able to keep her family safe , that someone will take her family’s empire from her
Secrets: Put a hit on her best Friend’s father when suspicions arose that he was meeting with the local DA.
Likes: Family, Power, Getting her way, Money, Guns
Dislikes: Irish in general, the Connors in specific, Drugs/Alcohol (anything that will inhibit her senses), judgments made based on her appearance or gender, feeling insecure or overly emotional, being told something can’t be done, snitches and turncoats.
Overall Personality: Cordelia, or Cordy, as she is referred to by a very select few, is not a woman to be trifled with.  She is as cutthroat and ruthless as someone can get, she has to be.  She rarely lets emotions cloud her judgments, and keeps the touchy feely emotional crap from interfering with what needs to be done.  She is often viewed by people as a tough as nails, sarcastic bitch, and that’s just as she wants it.  She lets a softer side show to very few people, mostly her brothers, where a certain amount of caring and nurturing comes out.  She is focused and determined, intelligent and proud, almost to a fault.  She is constantly aware about how she looks to other people, and feels that she has to project the hard as fuck image all the time, because if she shows a weakness, someone will be there to exploit it. Cordelia masks a lot of insecurity under that prickly outer shell, but those insecurities are something that she barely acknowledges herself, and it will be a cold day in hell before she lets anyone else see them.   She hates when people see her as just a ‘woman’, and refuses to let a somewhat delicate appearance be what defines her.  The last person who suggested she kept her boys under control by repaying them between the sheets ended up with two shattered knee caps and steel pins in his legs.  She doesn’t trust or open up easily, and with the exception of her brothers and a childhood friend who may as well be a brother, she has few real friends.  Friendships lead to emotions and tricky things like trust, and all that will do is leave your weaknesses exposed.  She isn’t all that patient, and expects things to be done right the first time around.  Unless you are one of the fortunate people she actually cares for, she doesn’t accept failure or mistakes easily, nor does she accept them well in herself.  It’s all part of that ‘perfect’ persona she thinks she needs to have.  She is quite lonely, all things considered, which is why she latches so tightly onto her siblings.  But like anything else, she won’t show it.

all reason aside i just can't deny, love the guy...

Hometown: River City
History: Cordelia’s life before she turned 15 was pretty run of the mill. Well, as run of the mill as you could expect when you were the eldest child of a ‘business man’ who was really the head of one of the two local mafia’s in your city.  Her parents weren’t exactly the most accessible, but even if they weren’t around all the time, there was no denying that they loved their children.  Love was something that was abundant in their home.  Mainly supplied by the kids.  Cordelia had always felt close with her brothers.  And from the moment she got to hold her new baby brother when she was 6, she had a deep and instant need to protect and take care of Anthony.  A feeling that doubled two years later when Jason was born. 
 
Other than rushing to put band aids on scrapped knees or whipping away snotty noses, she had a pretty carefree childhood.  She was raised in an affluent neighborhood, money was never an problem, and she  and she had so many interesting ‘uncles’ hanging around.   She wasn’t a dumb kid, and by the time she was 10, she started to figure out exactly what her dad really did for a living, and that her uncles Milo and Vinny weren’t actually uncles, so much as her dad’s underlings .  The more she learned, the more she felt a growing sense of power.  Their family was important.  She was important.  She learned the ropes on her father’s lap, taking an interest in the ‘business’ and showing that she was quick to catch on to how things worked, and an aptitude that surprised her dad.  No one ever really expects a little girl, blonde hair in pig tails and wide innocent eyes to start talking about running the competition out the heroin trade on her turf.  Her mother wasn’t exactly pleased that her dad was letting her get so immersed in the whole culture, but what could she do about it?  Anthony Sr. saw no reason to shelter his kids when they started asking questions. 
 
Even as she learned from her dad, grew up with the mob boys all around her, she knew that it wasn’t meant to be her place.  She was a girl, and as much aptitude as she was showing, no matter how rough and tough she made herself seem, she wasn’t going to be the head, that was a job that undoubtedly go to her younger brother.  Even though her dad never said as much, she figured that would be the case, unless she could prove herself.  By the time 15 rolled around, she was demanding that she be given a more active role in the business.  She wanted to actually do something, not just watch her dad to it.  That was where he drew the line, she could sit in on things all she wanted, but he wasn’t about to let his little girl get her hands dirty.  So it was an act of rebellion that drew her out of the house one fateful night, leaving her brothers and parents alone at home.
 
Along with her best friend, Felix, the son of one her many ‘uncles’, she headed out to have a friendly discussion with one of the dealers in her dad’s employment, who’s numbers weren’t quite adding up.  They made an interesting pair walking in, two young kids, brazenly accusing one of the more prominent drug dealers in the city. Lucky, it was her name that protected her as much, if not more, than the .22 she had stuck in the waist band of her jeans.  Her and Felix left feeling elated, a grimy envelope filled with crisp hundreds in their possession.  Her dad couldn’t say that she didn’t have a place getting involved in the business now, not when the two of them managed to get the money that was owed to her him.  The elation evaporated quickly as she got home to find the place surrounded by the red and blue flashing lights of cop cars.  Her first thought was that her dad had been arrested, but it was so much worse, a fact confirmed by the white, tear stained face of her younger brothers.  Her parents were dead, murdered.  Even to this day, Cordelia holds herself a little responsible.  If only she had been home, maybe she could have stopped it, or shielded Anthony from having to see it.  But no, she was out trying to prove something.  Justified or not, that thought haunts her.
 
After the untimely death of her parents, she was forced into a position she never thought she would have the opportunity to take,  and though she had fantasized about it, it was always years and years into the future.  At 15, she was suddenly in the position to control the operation, it was her father, her grandfather, that had been the head of the crime family, and now, rather than let someone else take control of it, she had to step up to fill those shoes.  It wasn’t an easy transition, there were plenty, both outside and inside the organization that didn’t want to see her assume the lead.  But thanks in large part to those same ‘uncles’ who advised, protected and supported her father, she kept the power where it belonged, with the Price family.  So any semblance of a normal childhood disappeared, high school was replaced by private tutors and prom took a back seat to shade business deals. 
 
In the thirteen years that she has been thrust into the power position, she transformed from being a figure head, a face and a name who did simply what she was advised to do, to a ruthless and respected boss.  Most people think twice before messing with her, as it will likely be the last thing they do.  She hasn’t had much of a personal life, aside from her brothers, and Felix, who continued as he grew older himself, secured a position as her right hand and one of very few trusted advisors.   She lost whatever innocence she still had quite quickly, and aside from keeping the family and business running, she has one other consuming passion.  Revenge.  Against the Connor family, those potato loving Irish bastards killed her parents, tried to take her brother from her, and every minute they are out there controlling the other side of town is a minute too many.

Roleplay Sample:

It was the perfect day, or so it seemed like it to Dallas. The sun was shining bright in the sky, a few clouds broke up the crisp, cool air, but nothing enough to make it overcast. There was an occasional sharp breeze, just little gusts to remind you that even if the weather seemed mild, it was still winter. Those tiny winds were enough to cut through the young counselor’s thin running jacket, and to turn her cheeks rosy. She'd been going for the second of her daily runs. She was up before dawn most days, taking a long, meandering jog through the mountain trails, the perfect way to start a day in her mind, paired with a steaming mug of hot coffee and reading the comics in the newspaper. It was also the perfect way to break up the day, get her ready for the afternoon. While the students were in classes, she'd tie her hair back and go for a quick run down to the lake. It cleared her head, though many would argue there wasn't much in there to be cleared in the first place, and helped her prepare for an afternoon that was usually spent dragging unwilling teens on hikes and climbs, or listening to them reluctantly open up in group session. It gave her some time for silence, and peace, and on days like this, watching the sun reflect off the still and frozen surface of the lake while birds chittered in the trees, it made her happy. Dallas didn't have too much to be that happy about, so she'd take what she could get, no matter how small the pleasure may seem to some. She wouldn't complain, that wasn't in her nature, she was too stubborn to whine or bitch and moan, but she would appreciate the few beautiful things she was blessed with.

She slowed to a stop from her brisk run, standing on the edge of the lake. Her eyes closed, she lifted her face up towards the sun, enjoying the rays which warmed her face, even with her breath coming out in white puffs. It didn't take long for her breath to slow back to normal, and she sat herself on a large rock, not bothering to wipe off the snow that had settled there. She took a few minutes to just enjoy where she was and the simple beauty of the untouched area. A snap of a twig had her head turning from the lake to look towards the trees. She heard the unmistakable sound of someone walking down one of the trails, and for a brief moment, her face turned down into a frown. It had better not be some student off wandering alone and skipping class, she'd done it often enough when she was a student at Horizon, she knew that the lake was seen by many as the perfect place to ditch, since it was so rare any staff member would wander this far from the grounds. She smiled though, when the familiar form of her fellow Winddancer counselor emerged from the trail. “ Rylan, hi. Gave me a bit of a startle there, thought I was going to have to wrestle some delinquent student back to class.” she said.

he's a villian by the devil's law, he's a killer just for fun...

Other Characters: none... yet
Codeword: MAL'S EDIT - yeah we couldn't come up with anything else.
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