Post by elenarizzo on Feb 15, 2012 17:40:35 GMT -5
elena marie rizzo
twenty-one, emma watson, citizen
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mama i'm in love with a criminal...
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Occupation: Night manager at the Bershire Hotel.
Soical Class: Lower-middle class.
Heritage: Italian.
and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical...
Father:
Christian Rizzo, doctor , 55
Mother:
Camilla Rizzo, teacher, 52
Siblings:
Dante Rizzo, brother, 25
Alexis Rizzo, sister, deceased
Other Family: None worth mentioning.
Status: Single.
mama please don't cry, i will be alright...
Strengths:
- Good with people,
- kind,
- loyal,
- reliable,
- determined,
- spontaneous,
- persuasive.
Weaknesses:
- Untrusting (as in doesn’t trust others well),
- clumsy,
- blunt,
- stubborn,
- impatient.
Goals:
- To finally be able to let someone in completely and trust them.
- To get higher up in her career with the hotel.
Fears:
- Spiders,
- snakes,
- guns,
- heights,
- failure,
- airplanes.
Secrets:
- She was driving the car when her twin sister died, she’s never told anyone.
- She’s got a bad case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but tries her best not to let people figure it out.
Likes:
- Music,
- reading,
- meeting new people,
- animals,
- rain,
- kids,
- men,
- going for walks,
- movies/tv,
- food.
Dislikes:
- Commitment,
- pushy people,
- smokers,
- driving at night,
- chocolate.
Overall Personality:
Elena is the type of person who doesn't trust easily. She links trust with the fact that her twin sister Alexis died, and when she links the two she thinks irrationally that her sister left her willingly, when she did not. She hasn't really been able to let people in since. While she realizes that she's being very irrational, she can't help it. Maybe she's not ready to realize that her sister didn't leave on purpose, and that there is nothing she can do to change it; who knows. But whatever it is she hasn't found a reason to change her ways yet, so why should she?
Despite her very untrusting nature she's a really friendly person and loves to meet new people. She's not going to go out of her way to tell you a lot about her past, and she's not necessarily the person to be your best friend; unless you're really ready to push her into it, it's not going to happen.
El is very OCD when it comes to cleanliness and organization. Her apartment is clean, all the time, and everything is put in it's proper place, all the time. She's also a very blunt person. If she has a problem with you, or she thinks something is wrong she won't hesitate to tell you.
all reason aside i just can't deny, love the guy...
Hometown: River City
History:
Elena was born on the 15th of August to Christian and Camilla Rizzo. She was the first born of the twins, the second born of all the Rizzo children. El had a fairly normal childhood, nothing all that out of the ordinary. At the age of fourteen, her parents had split up, though most people saw that coming. Her parents had very differing opinions on many things, and her father's wandering eye never helped anything.
El has an older brother, Dante who has always been very protective of her, and she wasn't allowed to date much in high school. Well, she was allowed to, but most of the time Dante scared the boys off. She loved her family, but sometimes they could all be a little infuriating. El and Alexis had been practically connected at the hip since birth. Your typical twin story, they did everything together, hung out with all the same people, and looked out for each other no matter what.
She broke her ankle playing soccer in her freshmen year of high school, other than that nothing major had happened in her life until her senior year. Her twin sister Alexis and her had gone on a road trip, like many times before for the weekend. On the drive back, Alexis was passed out in the passenger seat, it was around two in the morning and Elena was having a hard time staying awake, she was slowing drifting off into sleep. El ended up drifting off to the side of the road, into the ditch and rolling the car three times. Alexis was thrown from the vehicle and pronounced dead at the scene. Elena had made it out with a broken arm and some bumps and bruises.
El had always blamed herself for that, she should have pulled over. She should have stopped and slept for awhile. It had gotten to the point, where she had convinced herself that anyone else she became that close to would leave her the same way her twin did, and she hasn't been able to get close to anyone since. Not a best friend, not a relationship, she just can't bring herself to put herself out there before. And if she ever feels herself becoming close to someone, she begins to slowly become less apparent in their life, she hasn't met a single person yet who has tried to stop that from happening.
Roleplay Sample:
Raymond Kentler hadn't even been in the Jubilee Drugs, a small drug store near his apartment, for five minutes before he was out and walking to the graveyard. Walking very unsteadily might I add. Yes, this was just another drunk night for Ray. He'd done things like this before, gone to the graveyard at two in the morning drunk off his ass. It was also part of the reason he had been in jail for 48 hours last month. The cops had caught him and he was too drunk to run away. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case tonight.
It took him around half an hour to walk all the way to New York's graveyard. Well, at least the one he was headed for. It was the largest memorial grounds in New York. What a great place to bury a gang leader and his wife, right? Wrong, because not only was it the biggest, it was watched the most. Mostly because a lot of very important people (in their lives) were buried here, and people tend to vandalize graves. And the pigs don't like that very much. "Why the fuck does this stupid thing have to be all the way across the damn city?" Ray muttered to himself as he threw the plastic bag over the fence of the graveyard. Ten minutes later, he had somehow managed to pull himself up and over the fence, and down into the graveyard with minimal damage done to his body. At least he hadn't hit a tombstone this time.
Ray sighed, picking the small plastic bag up and searching the grounds carefully. Of course he remembered where the graves were, but its much harder to see at night time. So he pulled the small black flashlight from his back pocket and started searching the stones until he found the ones he was looking for. The first stone read;
And the second one read;
Ray didn't cry, he never cried when he came to visit his parents graves. Which was like four times a week. Merely the guilt of killing someone, not really the guilt of killing his parents. He didn't miss them; not one little bit. But this trip seemed to be a bit different, a few tears slipped from his eyes. His father would be so disappointed right now, he was acting much like a child. But maybe that was because he didn't really have a childhood. He didn't even have much of a chance to have a childhood, much less be a child.
Ray tugged the plastic sack away from his purchase. Reveling a pack of Trojan condoms. He hadn't been looking at the brand or size or anything when he bought them. He didn't intend on using them. He was pretty sure he got weird looks from the employees at Jubilee's too. But he didn't care. And suddenly, as if someone had turned on some kind of light switch, he was fuming with anger. He threw down the box of condoms, right on his mothers grave. "What were you too fucking stupid to teach him how to use these damn things?" He screamed at her grave, throwing a thumb toward his fathers grave as he yelled.
"I mean come on!" Ray continued, his anger only rising as he continued. "It's not that hard! When he got it up you could have just pulled one out, ripped the package off and slipped it right on!" If she were still alive, this conversation would have been very awkward. "I mean, is it really THAT hard? Then at least there would be a chance that you two would still be alive! Because I wouldn't have been there to kill you!" He had screamed that just a little too loud, but he didn't notice. He never noticed how loud he was screaming while he was here. He didn't really care either. Well that was until he heard the sirens.
It took him around half an hour to walk all the way to New York's graveyard. Well, at least the one he was headed for. It was the largest memorial grounds in New York. What a great place to bury a gang leader and his wife, right? Wrong, because not only was it the biggest, it was watched the most. Mostly because a lot of very important people (in their lives) were buried here, and people tend to vandalize graves. And the pigs don't like that very much. "Why the fuck does this stupid thing have to be all the way across the damn city?" Ray muttered to himself as he threw the plastic bag over the fence of the graveyard. Ten minutes later, he had somehow managed to pull himself up and over the fence, and down into the graveyard with minimal damage done to his body. At least he hadn't hit a tombstone this time.
Ray sighed, picking the small plastic bag up and searching the grounds carefully. Of course he remembered where the graves were, but its much harder to see at night time. So he pulled the small black flashlight from his back pocket and started searching the stones until he found the ones he was looking for. The first stone read;
James Paul Kentler
july 13, 1955 - november 3, 2008
age fifty-three at time of death.
shot to death in his home.
july 13, 1955 - november 3, 2008
age fifty-three at time of death.
shot to death in his home.
And the second one read;
Madeline Marie Kentler
january 24, 1960 - november 3, 2008
age forty-eight at time of death.
shot to death in her home.
january 24, 1960 - november 3, 2008
age forty-eight at time of death.
shot to death in her home.
Ray didn't cry, he never cried when he came to visit his parents graves. Which was like four times a week. Merely the guilt of killing someone, not really the guilt of killing his parents. He didn't miss them; not one little bit. But this trip seemed to be a bit different, a few tears slipped from his eyes. His father would be so disappointed right now, he was acting much like a child. But maybe that was because he didn't really have a childhood. He didn't even have much of a chance to have a childhood, much less be a child.
Ray tugged the plastic sack away from his purchase. Reveling a pack of Trojan condoms. He hadn't been looking at the brand or size or anything when he bought them. He didn't intend on using them. He was pretty sure he got weird looks from the employees at Jubilee's too. But he didn't care. And suddenly, as if someone had turned on some kind of light switch, he was fuming with anger. He threw down the box of condoms, right on his mothers grave. "What were you too fucking stupid to teach him how to use these damn things?" He screamed at her grave, throwing a thumb toward his fathers grave as he yelled.
"I mean come on!" Ray continued, his anger only rising as he continued. "It's not that hard! When he got it up you could have just pulled one out, ripped the package off and slipped it right on!" If she were still alive, this conversation would have been very awkward. "I mean, is it really THAT hard? Then at least there would be a chance that you two would still be alive! Because I wouldn't have been there to kill you!" He had screamed that just a little too loud, but he didn't notice. He never noticed how loud he was screaming while he was here. He didn't really care either. Well that was until he heard the sirens.
he's a villian by the devil's law, he's a killer just for fun...
Other Characters: Raymond James Kentler
Codeword:
Notes: I got nothin’.
caity! – five years – email or pm on here
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