Post by Francesca Maria Bianchi on Feb 10, 2012 20:16:10 GMT -5
Francesca Maria Bianchi
twenty- two – Frankie Sandford - citizens
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mama i'm in love with a criminal...
Sexuality: heterosexual,
Occupation: waitress/bartender at O’Rileys
Soical Class: lower- class
Heritage: Italian
and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical...
Father: Antonio Albert Bianchi, 49, Deli Owner
Mother: Maria Annette Bianchi (born- Deltorre), 48, Homemaker
Siblings: Marco Bianchi- 22, Leo Bianchi – 24, Jonathan Bianchi -25, Vincent Bianchi – 27, Enzo Biachi-29
Other Family: far too many aunts, uncles and cousins and a few nieces and nephews, to name
Status: single
mama please don't cry, i will be alright...
Strengths: Courageous, Honest, Loyal, Outgoing, Charming
Weaknesses: Temper, Acts without thinking, Stubborn, Takes unnecessary risks
Goals: Her one goal is her mantra “Have as much fun as possible before I die”
Fears: David Bowie… and also ending up like her mother, shackled to a huge family, without ever doing anything or going anywhere
Secrets: Had an abortion when she was 16, one night stand that went wrong, only her brother Marco knows
Likes: Adrenaline, Fun in general, Trying new things, Sex-booze-and rock and roll, Being young and with no responsibilities, Being one of the guys, Getting dolled up to go drinking and dancing, Eating excessively
Dislikes: People saying no, being tied down (figuratively, not literally), Small confined spaces, Liars, People messing with her family and friends, People assuming she’s a weak little girl to take advantage of, clowns.
Overall Personality: Francesca “Frankie” Bianchi is a bit of a wild child. She loves to party and just have fun and would rather not take anything too seriously. Despite appearances, she is a bit of a tom boy. She loves heels and make up and girly crap like that, but she is also just as happy playing a game of football with the guys at the park. She’s generally always been more comfortable around guys than girls, probably comes from having 5 older brothers. She is outgoing, loud, and ballsy. She doesn’t really understand the idea of subtlety or shame, and will generally loudly spew out whatever is on her mind, regardless of who you are. She’s pretty friendly and outgoing until she loses her temper. She becomes a holy terror when she’s pissed, and though she barely clears 5’3 and is 98 pounds soaking wet, she is a scrappy little thing that thinks she’s way bigger and tougher than she is. For the most part, unless someone is screwing with her friends, or lying to her, the temper flares can be frequent, but they don’t last long. She forgives easily, providing, again that she wasn’t pissed because someone screwed with the people she cares about or lied. Those are two things she will never abide by. She loves to take risks, will do anything on a dare and generally speaking, will act before she thinks out the consequences. She is competitive and stubborn and definitely not someone who likes to admit when they are wrong. She usually makes friends quickly and is incredibly loyal,. She flirts constantly, doesn’t like to be tied down in a relationship, she’s scared to end up like her mom. She generally lives by the idea that you need to have as much fun as you can while you can. They’ll be time for a serious job and love and babies and whatnot later.
all reason aside i just can't deny, love the guy...
Hometown: River City
History: Frankie was born and raised in River City. Her childhood was fairly run of the mill, though some would argue that with 5 older brothers, there couldn’t be much average about it, things were usually pretty hectic and chaotic around the Bianchi house. They weren’t exactly well off, in fact, they were down right poor. Her mother was at home, constantly trying look after, feed clothe and entertain 6 kids, while he father ran his small deli. The eight of them lived in a small townhouse on rougher side of the west end of the city. It wasn’t much, but it was what the Bianchi family could afford. There were only 4 bed rooms, which meant she shared with two of her brothers, Marco and Leo pretty much from the time she was born and well into her teens. They were her best friends, and probably a big contribution to the fact that she would rather play in mud than with dolls, it didn’t help that most of her clothes were hand me downs either, no wonder the girl turned out to be a bit of a Tom Boy. While they never had tons of money, they survived, though meagerly. Frankie loves her family, more than pretty much anything in the world, even with Marco’s constant need to try and beat the crap out of any guy who looks at her and her mom’s moaning about how come she won’t settle down, how come she doesn’t act like the good catholic girl she really is deep inside *cue eye roll from Frankie*
Her teen years were more of the same, just with a little more elbow room as some of the older brothers started getting places of their own, or going off to college. Frankie managed to scrape by in school, it wasn’t that she wasn’t bright, she had the ability to do better, and when she put her mind to it, she did. It was just really, school was pretty freaking boring. Who wanted to sit in history class when there was so much more out there. Her parents never really liked the whole Tom Boy thing, they had one girl, they had wanted her to be like, well a girl. That changed as soon as she sprouted boobs and the boys started looking twice at her. All of a sudden they wanted Frankie to be as boyish as possible. Unfortunately it didn’t work that way, and since clearly she wasn’t supposed too, Frankie became the queen of ‘casual’ at her school. She was one of the boys, but with the added bonus of having the girl bits, and while super popular among all the guys, she got into more than one hair pulling match with the girls. When she was 16, she found out she was pregnant. It was frankly, her worst fear, the thought of being tied back by a family from a young age like her mother was. Honestly, there were more than a few people the father could be, and instead of pulling out her hair worrying about it, she confided in her brother. Marco went with her to the clinic, held her hand, and then went and beat the crap out of one of the potential baby daddies. It ended up with him doing a stint in juvy, but he never let her secret out.
When high school ended, she actually, surprising everyone, planned on going to college. She wasn’t the best student, that was true, nor did she have much money. But she put her mind to it, studied her ass off, and did damn well on her SATs, that combined with the fact she was on her high school’s cheer team, which went to the state championships, she was able to wrangle a scholarship out of it. She ended up at Lancer University in TN, the first and only time she’d ever been outside of River City. She didn’t do much in the way of actual college work for her short time there. She mostly spent the time drinking, partying, becoming a favoured guest in more than one frat house, and for the first time experimenting with drugs, luckily it ended there, a close call with an over dose and a few mistakes that were bad even by her standards, and a growing addiction was more than enough to make her stop. One of the few times her stubborness paid off for her, from then on her drug of choice would be booze and that's it. Her brief stint in college was a bad period for her, and she ended up flunking out and losing her scholarship.
She was back home in RC, a little strung out, with no job, and no prospects. She’d had her taste of freedom though, and was no way going to moving back into her parents. So she crashed at Marco’s, what was supposed to be just for a few nights has now been going on three years, but neither are complaining. Sure they don’t get tons of privacy, he has the bedroom, she has the living room, but rent is cheap. She got a job as a waitress in some flea bag dinner, not exactly glamorous, but it paid the bills, and for the nights out . When she turned 21, she figured working in a bar would suit her lifestyle better, and probably give her better tips. So she started up at O’Rileys and sure enough, her pay cheques are strictly for bills, but the tips and the clientele keep her entertained.
Roleplay Sample:
Mia was quiet, her hand stayed on his shoulder, and though she still had no idea if it was working, she hoped it was somewhat comforting. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as she watched him take off his hat and fiddle with it. The more proactive side of her half wanted to just smack the back of his head, so that whatever he wanted to tell her would just pop out. Of course, that wasn’t a voice she would listen too, though it wasn’t always there, Mia did have the capacity to be patient with things, and the brains to know when it was best to exercise that ability. This was one of those times. Hopefully he’d get it out before either of them were due to be anywhere, but either way, she’d wait, it would come out eventually.
He started speaking, and her eyes were alert as she digested each word. Her lips turned down into a little frown, making sense of what he’d said. Hayden, happy go lucky Hayden, had killed someone? Somehow that didn’t compute. She froze for a moment as she worked through that bit of information. Mia was a bright girl, and though she wasn’t able to say for sure, she was pretty confident she could make an educated guess about his situation. He was at Mt. Horizon, not jail, so whatever he did, it had to be accidental, and not accidental in the manslaughter kind of way, despite saying he had been pissed, a conviction would still have lead to juvvie. Her head tilted slightly to the side, if she had to guess something, she would say it was drugs or alcohol related. A car accident of some kind? Maybe a friend overdosing? She got the impression that Hayden was the kind of person who took in everything, made it his responsibility. Sure he didn’t seem like it all the time, but all she needed to do was look at how seriously he’d taken the whole ‘take Mia to the dance so she has fun thing’. He was definitely someone who felt responsible for other people, she could see him blaming himself for something that happened, whether indirectly or directly because of him, even if the courts said otherwise. She was quiet for a few more moments, trying to think of the best way to say what she was thinking. It was important she get it right, because he was clearly nervous about her reaction to his proclamation, and probably torn up about it in general, which she supposed made sense. He had nothing to worry about when it came to her, unless the next things he said was that he murdered someone in cold blood, completely intentionally and without remorse. It was actually good. Not that he killed someone, or, more accurately, was responsible for someone’s death. To Mia’s rather convoluted mind, it made him less one dimensional, made him seem more like a real person, flawed and all The problem was that she was no good with this kind of thing, no clue on what the appropriate actions or words were supposed to be. She moved her hand from his shoulder, hesitating a second before she took both her hands and put them over his, stopping him from fiddling with his hat. “ I have a hard time believing you would ever do that on purpose Hayden…actually, I have a hard time believing you’d so much as step on an ant on purpose…you are one of the kindest people I’ve met” she said sincerely.
He started speaking, and her eyes were alert as she digested each word. Her lips turned down into a little frown, making sense of what he’d said. Hayden, happy go lucky Hayden, had killed someone? Somehow that didn’t compute. She froze for a moment as she worked through that bit of information. Mia was a bright girl, and though she wasn’t able to say for sure, she was pretty confident she could make an educated guess about his situation. He was at Mt. Horizon, not jail, so whatever he did, it had to be accidental, and not accidental in the manslaughter kind of way, despite saying he had been pissed, a conviction would still have lead to juvvie. Her head tilted slightly to the side, if she had to guess something, she would say it was drugs or alcohol related. A car accident of some kind? Maybe a friend overdosing? She got the impression that Hayden was the kind of person who took in everything, made it his responsibility. Sure he didn’t seem like it all the time, but all she needed to do was look at how seriously he’d taken the whole ‘take Mia to the dance so she has fun thing’. He was definitely someone who felt responsible for other people, she could see him blaming himself for something that happened, whether indirectly or directly because of him, even if the courts said otherwise. She was quiet for a few more moments, trying to think of the best way to say what she was thinking. It was important she get it right, because he was clearly nervous about her reaction to his proclamation, and probably torn up about it in general, which she supposed made sense. He had nothing to worry about when it came to her, unless the next things he said was that he murdered someone in cold blood, completely intentionally and without remorse. It was actually good. Not that he killed someone, or, more accurately, was responsible for someone’s death. To Mia’s rather convoluted mind, it made him less one dimensional, made him seem more like a real person, flawed and all The problem was that she was no good with this kind of thing, no clue on what the appropriate actions or words were supposed to be. She moved her hand from his shoulder, hesitating a second before she took both her hands and put them over his, stopping him from fiddling with his hat. “ I have a hard time believing you would ever do that on purpose Hayden…actually, I have a hard time believing you’d so much as step on an ant on purpose…you are one of the kindest people I’ve met” she said sincerely.
he's a villian by the devil's law, he's a killer just for fun...
Other Characters: Cordelia Price
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