Post by Mimi Bonanno on Jul 6, 2009 10:43:24 GMT -7
Mimi Bonanno
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"Just the facts ma'am"
FULL NAME: Mimi Bonanno
NICKNAMES: Meems
AGE: 22
DATE OF BIRTH: August 23rd, 1911.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
ALLEGIANCE: Italians
CANON OR ORIGNAL: Original
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"Pick them from the line up.."
HEIGHT: 5'8"
HAIR COLOR: Black/Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: her smile
BODY TYPE: Slender, Hourglass figure
PLAY BY: Sophia Bush
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"Tell us a bit about yourself.."
FULL PERSONALITY: I am fierecely loyal to my family and sometimes though I might not agree with some of the things they do, I will never go against them. I have some trust issues, but it’s safe to say that in this business, that’s a good thing, you never know who’s good or bad. My passion is writing and I am currently working on my very first novel, my parents of course don’t know this, else they would strongly disapprove since they are quite traditional and expect me to just follow their ideals. I love them but I’m independent so I intend to follow my dreams.[/font]
"For our records."
PARENTS: John Bonanno [48, Head of Bonanno Crime Family] ; Paloma Bonanno formerly Toledo [44, Homemaker]
SIBLINGS: John Bonanno Jr. [23, Being Trained to take over the family business], Gaspare Bonanno [19, Also part of the family business]
BIRTHPLACE: Brooklyn, New York.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: None at the present time
CHILDREN: None
PETS: None
FULL HISTORY: I was born seemingly with a silver-spoon in my mouth as some would say. I grew up knowing the “easy life” because of my family’s wealth I never had to struggle for anything, especially since I was the only girl in the family.
“Family” is something I was taught from an early age, family is the most important thing, nothing and nobody is more important than your own blood. My parents instilled the family values into my brothers and I from a very early age. My father had a lot more to say about different types of values to my brothers though. I was excluded from those meetings because of my gender but, despite the extra time my father spent with my brothers, he always had a special place for me, being his only daughter, he gave me everything I wanted and spoiled me absolutely rotten to which no one could object.
For my entire life, I believed in everything my father said and I saw him as God in my eyes, up until I was fifteen and I just happened to be walking by his office late one night to get a glass of water from the kitchen when I saw him garrote a man to death through a crack in the door. After that experience, things changed and I realized that the world wasn’t everything I thought it was, or my world wasn’t at least. From then on I kept more to myself and only socialized when absolutely necessary. I’ve gained a lot of suitors as I grew up but none of them have been of interest to me yet, hopefully, someday I’ll find love…
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"People please. Relax and give us your name and stats for our records.."
YOUR NAME: Shantilly
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE: 2
CONTACT INFO: pm is okay.
SECRET PHRASE: (from rules)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: She looked ruefully at her surroundings and saw that nothing was left but rubble and debris in the God-forsaken town she called home for the past twenty-nine years. Her blood-red lipstick covered lips curved into a mocking smirk upon feeling the pair of eyes that were burning holes through her head.
"You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that, Joe, it makes you look suspicious," she said in her alluring voice as she turned to face the man behind her. He looked at her but said nothing, his expression remained as stoic as ever.
She waited patiently for a reaction from him and let out a cold chuckle after awhile.
“The past is the past, nothing can change what happened and NOBODY sure as hell can either,” she stated wryly, her fierce, icy blue eyes, piercing into his bright green ones. She turned her back to him once more and surveyed the damage. The breeze was freezing cold and cut at her cheeks but she never let her tough demeanor waver. She stared emotionlessly at the fallen town which held so many memories and her entire life with it.
He kept his eyes trained on her figure but never moved or showed any tinge of emotion, not even when she crumbled to the snow covered ground screaming and sobbing hoarsely, begging to die along with the fallen.
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