Post by Stella De Medici on Mar 3, 2008 21:13:06 GMT -5
[De Medici/Stella]
Full Name: Stella Valentina De Medici
Nicknames: Just Stella
Age: 17
Gender: Female
PB: Adriana Lima
DOB:September 12th, 1990
Hometown: Florence Italy
Apperence:
Standing at a shocking five foot seven, and weighing in at 138 pounds, Stella De Medici towers over her piers. She is very thin in form. Her bust is rather large and her bottom sticks out and is rounded. If it wasn’t for her curves she would be a walking bamboo tree.
Her hair is about a medium brown color, and it goes a little bit past her shoulders, almost touching her bust. She was born with naturally soft curls, so it can be straightened out easily. The girl has just one tattoo, and it reads 2(a star)R or second star to the right. Directions to Neverland.
Her face in rather round shaped, and her eyes and lips are rather big. When she smiled, her cheeks gave way to dimples. Her eyes changed color but, they were mostly ice cold all the time. She has bags under her eyes showing that she stays up late a lot; partying is the latest in the fashion world.
She hated her feet. They were a 9 1/2 and as huge as a duck. She always has this one necklace around her neck; her father gave it to her. It is a heart with diamonds all around it. She likes barrettes in her hair, just to keep things out of her eyes. Make-up is another one of her favorite 'sports' so she will always experiment on her face. Sometimes there will be dark smears of black around her eyes and other times there will be bright colors on them. All depends on her mood.
Personality:
Bitchy:
Stella doesn’t take shit, nor will she let her friends take it for her. If anyone wants to try and call her names, or by caddy and talk about her behind her back, she will knock them down with one glance. Stella knows she is powerful, and she makes sure others know that as well. Always on top of the latest gossip, be sure she knows what is going on in your life and knows your weak points. So you think she is a slut? Well that’s all fine and dandy because she knows that your father died three years ago and she will eat every bit of that nerve up. Don’t think she won’t either, because she just doesn’t want to hurt you she wants to make you cry a waterfall of shame for having even approached her. It doesn’t matter if you are her friend, or her lab partner. Her mindset is talk shit then spit blood. She was raised in a dog eat dog world, her father is big in business and her mother in the community, so she has to pull out all the stops to make sure she keeps her place on top.
Manipulative:
Stella will do anything to stay in the limelight of those whose opinions matter. When one first becomes acquainted with Stella, she comes off as one of those beautiful, posh, preppy girls who rule the world and everyone wants to be them. She has a knack for playing the role that a person wants to see, well, if you matter. If it takes her thirty minutes of acting like she cares about our o-zone to get you to buy those Tru Religion jeans she will do it. Want to meet a sweet, giving, young lady, then that’s who she will show you, at least until she’s got you under her spell. The moment Stella gains trust or approval, she busts out of her act and shows her true self. Stella is wild and rowdy; she’s beautiful, but poisonous. Once you get a taste of Stella, there’s no going back.
Dramatic:
As a child, Stella grew up pretending to live a life that was nothing more than a dream. She believed she was some sort of princess, cradling a wand and tiara everywhere she went and speaking in her own imitation of the Queen of France. She was overly dramatic about everything; if the tiara fell off of her head she’d fall to the ground, as though she’d melted and withered away without it. She had always spoken the loudest, and caused scenes and calamities when things didn’t go her way. She was known for bringing the pandemonium, but nevertheless did it in such a way that people found it to be humorous. “Oh, there goes Stella again,” they’d say, and laugh it off. Oh, but they are not laughing now.
Party Girl:
If you’re ever looking for her, the first place you should check is the club or the wildest house party. She loves to dance and get crazy, regardless of how idiotic it may make her look. More than once Stella has woken to find herself on the floor of some random person’s living room or a dirty hotel with some random man, but she just wipes herself off and carries on with her day. If you’re in need of something to spice up a party, just give Stella a call, she’s always more than happy to oblige. Many have tried to stop her, but they fail in the attempt. Stella will drink all she wants, have sex all she wants, and why? Because she wants that live fast die pretty lifestyle. Why on earth do you think she moved here?
BoyToy:
As for boys, she has dated a couple of mommy and daddy's picks in the past but she has never really been in a /real relationship/.. She likes the whole Pete Wentz and Brendon Urie look in guys. Plus, loves a bad boy. Adores them in fact. If they wanna push her around, it is fine with her.She wants a man that will take control, not let her walk all over him, nor ignore the shit out of her until they need someone to give them sexual reasons. Treat her like your punk rock princess, she will be happy to give you a few favors in return. Stella normally doesn't get into anything serious.You are not her long term boyfriend, just her boytoy.She is deathly scared of really /being/ with someone. But then again, no one can seem to stay with her longer then four months. She is the kind who looks, touches, but doesn't buy the whole package.
Likes:
<3Fashion
<3 Gossip
<3Partying.
<3Cats.
<3Redheaded boys.
<3bitching.
<3Make-up(Has to be M.A.C. or no go).
<3Acting.
<3Moulin Rouge.
<3Paris.
<3Money.
<3Roses.
<3Lilies.
<3The smell of gas.
<3Sugar.
<3/Bad/ kids.
<3HairSpray(movie)
<3Hair Products
<3Small Bows
<3Cars
<3Crotch-Rockets
<3Fall Out Boy
<3Disco Balls
<3Clubs
<3Life
<3Her Tramp Stamp
Dislikes:
<XShyness
<XThe thought of being poor
<XPeople who cry in the corner
<XRazors
<XChurch's
<XNuns
<XRum
<XWhen people fuck with her friends
<XPeople who bite their lip like it is a chewtoy
<XIdiots who look at the ground all the time
<XCountry
<XThe color green
<XThe state birds
<XStaying in cabins
<XNeedles.(Yes, she had tramp stamp, yet she hates needles.)
Hobbies:
Acting is her only hobby, because it is her true passion. Well, acting and designing clothes, if you wanna call that a hobby. She considers both of them a way of life, and a way to define herself. She acts, she designs. Nothing more is needed.
Family:
Father:
-Name: Giulio Lorenzo De Medici
-Age:54
-Relationship: He doesn’t really have one with her. So distant? Normally the son is the one that father takes interest in, and it has always been that way. Well, until he figured out that his son could not be relied on to carry out the family name, so slowly but surely his attention is turning on his daughter. And he just really started to look at her at the end of her high school year, and noticed that she could run the family line with a very firm hand. He still if iffy about being totally submersed into her world like her mother always is, but he is learning that he has to just to get a few words with her.
-Occupation: Why, the De Medici mafia leader of course. Don’t believe me? Well, if you asked him what he did, he would said that he was a rather fine businessman, very few will call him on his bluff, and those who soon regret it.
Mother:
-Name: Alessa Isabella De Medici
-Age:52
-Relationship: It is good, Alessa feels for her daughter because of all she has been through, but she doesn’t approve of how Stella goes on about not telling her father no. Even though Alessa doesn’t like telling Giulio De Medici no either. She is still a powerful woman, but she knows her place in the world of the De Medici line and sure hopes her daughter will accept hers quickly. I mean, they are practically royalty.
-Occupation: Housewife
Brother:
-Name: Dante Valentino De Medici
-Age:26
-Relationship: They are closer then you would expect a brother and sister to be. That don’t really fight a lot, just pick at each other little by little. Dante resents his father for choosing Stella over him, because Stella became aware of whom she really was at the age of sixteen. He knew ever since he saw his father walk in with blood on his nice tux muttering something about how the boss shouldn’t have to do the dirty work. But other then that he knows she is still trying to keep a normal life, while fulfilling her duty as a De Medici. Plus she is the only one who will hug him when he is all oily and dirt and smells of gasoline. Apparently she likes him smelling like that.
-Occupation: Works at an automobile parts shop
Ethnicity:Italian
History:
Stella grew up in Florence Italy, right in the heart of it all. Her days were filled with helping her mother and grandmother in the kitchen, playing with all the boys and girls who came over to her house, and sitting at her father’s work door at all hours of the night. People would come and go throughout her home, and they would always say how much she is grown and give her chocolate or something of that sort, but then Stella noticed that sometimes the people who fawned over here would come in her house in a hurry, and rush into her fathers room, and then she would hear some screaming and the people who thought she was so darling would be pushed out with that worried look upon their face. Stella also noticed that her father would come in at all hours of the night, and that her mother would never say a thing.
Little Stella also noticed that the police were outside of her house and school more that they were for any other child her age. But the little darling still shrugged it off as something merely silly and continued on about her merry way. She was never concerned about her safety until her mother woke her up in the middle of the night, telling her to pack her things and hurry into the car. Her mother also franticly awoke her brother, and Stella only remembers not wanting to leave her lavish home and her brother having to carry her out upon his shoulder. She was six when they boarded a private plane to America and then she ended up here. Her life in was still lavish, but Stella was a little confused about her abrupt movement. She would ask her mother, but then her mother would go on about her child being too silly for her own good and then make Stella put something on the stove. Finally, Stella got a mind of her own and did some research about her family name.
She was rather shocked at what she found. Apparently the De Medici line dated back to the thirteenth century and they were called ‘The Godfathers of the Renaissance’. Stella was so shocked by all these information that she decided books were not giving her enough of it, so she went to the web and bam, her old family picture popped up. She freaked out, and ran to get her mother. Now mind you this all happened when she was around the tender age of fourteen, and her mother felt that it was time she knew it all. So, her father was brought into the whole ordeal and Stella was told the true story. Stella is a product of one of the most notorious crime mob in the world and when she was old enough and her father was took weak, she would have to aid her brother in keeping the family alive.
The reason they left Italy was because some of her fathers deals were caught on tape by a cop, and her father had no choice but to fire a gun at him. Luckily her family had enough money to buy their way out of trouble, but they still had the biggest file in the FBI’s database. Stella was shocked, but still her mother reassured her that she could live her life, and that most likely the family would fall upon her brother. Stella felt a small bit of relief for knowing this, so she went on about life like every other normal teenager. But then the big curveball came when she threw her hat off at graduation.
She was not allowed to go out and party with her good friends, but she was rushed home and sat down in her father’s chair.
“Like how that feels?” He asked her as she bounced up and down on the leather contraption. “It’s a chair father, seriously.” She told him, kind of giving him that get to the point tone. So, sighing he did. “Stella, my little star, you know you are my favorite correct?” she looked at him, shaking her head no. “Dante was.” Her father laughed, and then messed up her almost perfect hair “Well, I am sorry to tell you that Dante is sadly out of the picture, but I am happy to tell you that you will just have to step up to…the plate correct?...once my time to depart this world comes.” Stella almost choked on her own spit. “What?” her mother then came to the word rescue “Well, not all by yourself honey. I will help you when the time comes, and slowly but surely your father will find that right man for you too…” Stella cut her off by jumping out of the chair “EXCUSE ME?” she screamed, almost charging out of the room at the very moment. “So just because we want to be the mafia my whole life has to be dictated by my father who has never taken a real interest in me until Dante became pointless?” her father told her to clam her tone, but Stella just laughed “Stop bullshitting me for once, and stop telling me how to run my life. It’s mine for a reason.” But still, Stella didn’t run away from the room. She knew it was pointless, and this is what she was going to have to do. At this very moment, it was the only time she hated her brother. If he would just be a man, and accept that he couldn’t act like a child with his stupid cars all the time, perhaps she wouldn’t be loosing her life and all the things she loved most. So they spent the whole night talking things over, and Stella was finally told about her place in the world and what she must do.
There were a lot of must in her life, and this wasn’t one she liked.
It was so overwhelming, that after she was finally allowed out of the room and out of the house she just dropped on her knees and cried. She didn’t want this, she didn’t want to grow up within a blink of an eye, she never wanted to be apart of a dog eat dog world like her mother had fallen into. She wanted to love who she loved, and she wanted to be herself, not what her father insisted upon for meetings with his stupid quote unquote friends. And in that moment, that is when Stella decided to live her life to the fullest when she was not around her family. To drink as much as she wanted, to have sex with whoever she wanted, and to do as she pleased. No guns, no mafia, and no secret rulebook. Just her and a live fast die pretty life. She wanted her life to be one of glamor, not filled what all that her mother had gone through. She knew that ever since her mother married into this family that she had been through hell and back, and you can just tell the horrors she had seen by looking at her. So now she is one of most notorious party girls, and she is seen all around town at unholy hours of the night with her friends and men. She knew her father didn’t approve, nor did her mother, but she didn’t care. Because with two words, her lovely life would end, and sadly they were “I do.”
Flaws:
1. She has this huge obsession with her weight and the way she looks in the mirror. It isn't to the point where she puts her finger down her throat and throws up, but it is to the point where she will not eat for a week just to look sharp.
2. Serious commitment issues. And she has everyone reason in the world to be fretting about such things.
3. It isn't a overly huge flaw, but she seems not to think before speaking, which tends to get her into a lot of trouble.
Secrets:
1. Her father IS the mafia. I seriously think that is one thing you really don't want your classmates to know.
2. She has shot and killed a man, but all in her training of course.
Full Name: Stella Valentina De Medici
Nicknames: Just Stella
Age: 17
Gender: Female
PB: Adriana Lima
DOB:September 12th, 1990
Hometown: Florence Italy
Apperence:
Standing at a shocking five foot seven, and weighing in at 138 pounds, Stella De Medici towers over her piers. She is very thin in form. Her bust is rather large and her bottom sticks out and is rounded. If it wasn’t for her curves she would be a walking bamboo tree.
Her hair is about a medium brown color, and it goes a little bit past her shoulders, almost touching her bust. She was born with naturally soft curls, so it can be straightened out easily. The girl has just one tattoo, and it reads 2(a star)R or second star to the right. Directions to Neverland.
Her face in rather round shaped, and her eyes and lips are rather big. When she smiled, her cheeks gave way to dimples. Her eyes changed color but, they were mostly ice cold all the time. She has bags under her eyes showing that she stays up late a lot; partying is the latest in the fashion world.
She hated her feet. They were a 9 1/2 and as huge as a duck. She always has this one necklace around her neck; her father gave it to her. It is a heart with diamonds all around it. She likes barrettes in her hair, just to keep things out of her eyes. Make-up is another one of her favorite 'sports' so she will always experiment on her face. Sometimes there will be dark smears of black around her eyes and other times there will be bright colors on them. All depends on her mood.
Personality:
Bitchy:
Stella doesn’t take shit, nor will she let her friends take it for her. If anyone wants to try and call her names, or by caddy and talk about her behind her back, she will knock them down with one glance. Stella knows she is powerful, and she makes sure others know that as well. Always on top of the latest gossip, be sure she knows what is going on in your life and knows your weak points. So you think she is a slut? Well that’s all fine and dandy because she knows that your father died three years ago and she will eat every bit of that nerve up. Don’t think she won’t either, because she just doesn’t want to hurt you she wants to make you cry a waterfall of shame for having even approached her. It doesn’t matter if you are her friend, or her lab partner. Her mindset is talk shit then spit blood. She was raised in a dog eat dog world, her father is big in business and her mother in the community, so she has to pull out all the stops to make sure she keeps her place on top.
Manipulative:
Stella will do anything to stay in the limelight of those whose opinions matter. When one first becomes acquainted with Stella, she comes off as one of those beautiful, posh, preppy girls who rule the world and everyone wants to be them. She has a knack for playing the role that a person wants to see, well, if you matter. If it takes her thirty minutes of acting like she cares about our o-zone to get you to buy those Tru Religion jeans she will do it. Want to meet a sweet, giving, young lady, then that’s who she will show you, at least until she’s got you under her spell. The moment Stella gains trust or approval, she busts out of her act and shows her true self. Stella is wild and rowdy; she’s beautiful, but poisonous. Once you get a taste of Stella, there’s no going back.
Dramatic:
As a child, Stella grew up pretending to live a life that was nothing more than a dream. She believed she was some sort of princess, cradling a wand and tiara everywhere she went and speaking in her own imitation of the Queen of France. She was overly dramatic about everything; if the tiara fell off of her head she’d fall to the ground, as though she’d melted and withered away without it. She had always spoken the loudest, and caused scenes and calamities when things didn’t go her way. She was known for bringing the pandemonium, but nevertheless did it in such a way that people found it to be humorous. “Oh, there goes Stella again,” they’d say, and laugh it off. Oh, but they are not laughing now.
Party Girl:
If you’re ever looking for her, the first place you should check is the club or the wildest house party. She loves to dance and get crazy, regardless of how idiotic it may make her look. More than once Stella has woken to find herself on the floor of some random person’s living room or a dirty hotel with some random man, but she just wipes herself off and carries on with her day. If you’re in need of something to spice up a party, just give Stella a call, she’s always more than happy to oblige. Many have tried to stop her, but they fail in the attempt. Stella will drink all she wants, have sex all she wants, and why? Because she wants that live fast die pretty lifestyle. Why on earth do you think she moved here?
BoyToy:
As for boys, she has dated a couple of mommy and daddy's picks in the past but she has never really been in a /real relationship/.. She likes the whole Pete Wentz and Brendon Urie look in guys. Plus, loves a bad boy. Adores them in fact. If they wanna push her around, it is fine with her.She wants a man that will take control, not let her walk all over him, nor ignore the shit out of her until they need someone to give them sexual reasons. Treat her like your punk rock princess, she will be happy to give you a few favors in return. Stella normally doesn't get into anything serious.You are not her long term boyfriend, just her boytoy.She is deathly scared of really /being/ with someone. But then again, no one can seem to stay with her longer then four months. She is the kind who looks, touches, but doesn't buy the whole package.
Likes:
<3Fashion
<3 Gossip
<3Partying.
<3Cats.
<3Redheaded boys.
<3bitching.
<3Make-up(Has to be M.A.C. or no go).
<3Acting.
<3Moulin Rouge.
<3Paris.
<3Money.
<3Roses.
<3Lilies.
<3The smell of gas.
<3Sugar.
<3/Bad/ kids.
<3HairSpray(movie)
<3Hair Products
<3Small Bows
<3Cars
<3Crotch-Rockets
<3Fall Out Boy
<3Disco Balls
<3Clubs
<3Life
<3Her Tramp Stamp
Dislikes:
<XShyness
<XThe thought of being poor
<XPeople who cry in the corner
<XRazors
<XChurch's
<XNuns
<XRum
<XWhen people fuck with her friends
<XPeople who bite their lip like it is a chewtoy
<XIdiots who look at the ground all the time
<XCountry
<XThe color green
<XThe state birds
<XStaying in cabins
<XNeedles.(Yes, she had tramp stamp, yet she hates needles.)
Hobbies:
Acting is her only hobby, because it is her true passion. Well, acting and designing clothes, if you wanna call that a hobby. She considers both of them a way of life, and a way to define herself. She acts, she designs. Nothing more is needed.
Family:
Father:
-Name: Giulio Lorenzo De Medici
-Age:54
-Relationship: He doesn’t really have one with her. So distant? Normally the son is the one that father takes interest in, and it has always been that way. Well, until he figured out that his son could not be relied on to carry out the family name, so slowly but surely his attention is turning on his daughter. And he just really started to look at her at the end of her high school year, and noticed that she could run the family line with a very firm hand. He still if iffy about being totally submersed into her world like her mother always is, but he is learning that he has to just to get a few words with her.
-Occupation: Why, the De Medici mafia leader of course. Don’t believe me? Well, if you asked him what he did, he would said that he was a rather fine businessman, very few will call him on his bluff, and those who soon regret it.
Mother:
-Name: Alessa Isabella De Medici
-Age:52
-Relationship: It is good, Alessa feels for her daughter because of all she has been through, but she doesn’t approve of how Stella goes on about not telling her father no. Even though Alessa doesn’t like telling Giulio De Medici no either. She is still a powerful woman, but she knows her place in the world of the De Medici line and sure hopes her daughter will accept hers quickly. I mean, they are practically royalty.
-Occupation: Housewife
Brother:
-Name: Dante Valentino De Medici
-Age:26
-Relationship: They are closer then you would expect a brother and sister to be. That don’t really fight a lot, just pick at each other little by little. Dante resents his father for choosing Stella over him, because Stella became aware of whom she really was at the age of sixteen. He knew ever since he saw his father walk in with blood on his nice tux muttering something about how the boss shouldn’t have to do the dirty work. But other then that he knows she is still trying to keep a normal life, while fulfilling her duty as a De Medici. Plus she is the only one who will hug him when he is all oily and dirt and smells of gasoline. Apparently she likes him smelling like that.
-Occupation: Works at an automobile parts shop
Ethnicity:Italian
History:
Stella grew up in Florence Italy, right in the heart of it all. Her days were filled with helping her mother and grandmother in the kitchen, playing with all the boys and girls who came over to her house, and sitting at her father’s work door at all hours of the night. People would come and go throughout her home, and they would always say how much she is grown and give her chocolate or something of that sort, but then Stella noticed that sometimes the people who fawned over here would come in her house in a hurry, and rush into her fathers room, and then she would hear some screaming and the people who thought she was so darling would be pushed out with that worried look upon their face. Stella also noticed that her father would come in at all hours of the night, and that her mother would never say a thing.
Little Stella also noticed that the police were outside of her house and school more that they were for any other child her age. But the little darling still shrugged it off as something merely silly and continued on about her merry way. She was never concerned about her safety until her mother woke her up in the middle of the night, telling her to pack her things and hurry into the car. Her mother also franticly awoke her brother, and Stella only remembers not wanting to leave her lavish home and her brother having to carry her out upon his shoulder. She was six when they boarded a private plane to America and then she ended up here. Her life in was still lavish, but Stella was a little confused about her abrupt movement. She would ask her mother, but then her mother would go on about her child being too silly for her own good and then make Stella put something on the stove. Finally, Stella got a mind of her own and did some research about her family name.
She was rather shocked at what she found. Apparently the De Medici line dated back to the thirteenth century and they were called ‘The Godfathers of the Renaissance’. Stella was so shocked by all these information that she decided books were not giving her enough of it, so she went to the web and bam, her old family picture popped up. She freaked out, and ran to get her mother. Now mind you this all happened when she was around the tender age of fourteen, and her mother felt that it was time she knew it all. So, her father was brought into the whole ordeal and Stella was told the true story. Stella is a product of one of the most notorious crime mob in the world and when she was old enough and her father was took weak, she would have to aid her brother in keeping the family alive.
The reason they left Italy was because some of her fathers deals were caught on tape by a cop, and her father had no choice but to fire a gun at him. Luckily her family had enough money to buy their way out of trouble, but they still had the biggest file in the FBI’s database. Stella was shocked, but still her mother reassured her that she could live her life, and that most likely the family would fall upon her brother. Stella felt a small bit of relief for knowing this, so she went on about life like every other normal teenager. But then the big curveball came when she threw her hat off at graduation.
She was not allowed to go out and party with her good friends, but she was rushed home and sat down in her father’s chair.
“Like how that feels?” He asked her as she bounced up and down on the leather contraption. “It’s a chair father, seriously.” She told him, kind of giving him that get to the point tone. So, sighing he did. “Stella, my little star, you know you are my favorite correct?” she looked at him, shaking her head no. “Dante was.” Her father laughed, and then messed up her almost perfect hair “Well, I am sorry to tell you that Dante is sadly out of the picture, but I am happy to tell you that you will just have to step up to…the plate correct?...once my time to depart this world comes.” Stella almost choked on her own spit. “What?” her mother then came to the word rescue “Well, not all by yourself honey. I will help you when the time comes, and slowly but surely your father will find that right man for you too…” Stella cut her off by jumping out of the chair “EXCUSE ME?” she screamed, almost charging out of the room at the very moment. “So just because we want to be the mafia my whole life has to be dictated by my father who has never taken a real interest in me until Dante became pointless?” her father told her to clam her tone, but Stella just laughed “Stop bullshitting me for once, and stop telling me how to run my life. It’s mine for a reason.” But still, Stella didn’t run away from the room. She knew it was pointless, and this is what she was going to have to do. At this very moment, it was the only time she hated her brother. If he would just be a man, and accept that he couldn’t act like a child with his stupid cars all the time, perhaps she wouldn’t be loosing her life and all the things she loved most. So they spent the whole night talking things over, and Stella was finally told about her place in the world and what she must do.
There were a lot of must in her life, and this wasn’t one she liked.
It was so overwhelming, that after she was finally allowed out of the room and out of the house she just dropped on her knees and cried. She didn’t want this, she didn’t want to grow up within a blink of an eye, she never wanted to be apart of a dog eat dog world like her mother had fallen into. She wanted to love who she loved, and she wanted to be herself, not what her father insisted upon for meetings with his stupid quote unquote friends. And in that moment, that is when Stella decided to live her life to the fullest when she was not around her family. To drink as much as she wanted, to have sex with whoever she wanted, and to do as she pleased. No guns, no mafia, and no secret rulebook. Just her and a live fast die pretty life. She wanted her life to be one of glamor, not filled what all that her mother had gone through. She knew that ever since her mother married into this family that she had been through hell and back, and you can just tell the horrors she had seen by looking at her. So now she is one of most notorious party girls, and she is seen all around town at unholy hours of the night with her friends and men. She knew her father didn’t approve, nor did her mother, but she didn’t care. Because with two words, her lovely life would end, and sadly they were “I do.”
Flaws:
1. She has this huge obsession with her weight and the way she looks in the mirror. It isn't to the point where she puts her finger down her throat and throws up, but it is to the point where she will not eat for a week just to look sharp.
2. Serious commitment issues. And she has everyone reason in the world to be fretting about such things.
3. It isn't a overly huge flaw, but she seems not to think before speaking, which tends to get her into a lot of trouble.
Secrets:
1. Her father IS the mafia. I seriously think that is one thing you really don't want your classmates to know.
2. She has shot and killed a man, but all in her training of course.