Post by dully on Feb 10, 2008 22:28:18 GMT -6
Contessa Bianchi
About The Roleplayer:
Name: Jezebelle
Nickname: Jezzie
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Years Roleplaying: Six
Some Basic Interests: Hanging out with friends, Drama, Music, Valkyrie people, and my Asia-Pasia.
About The Character
Name: Contessa Róisín Bianchi
Goes By: Con, Countess, Tess, Tessa, Tessie, Cunt, Rose Bud, etc.
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
School Year: Sophmore
Art Interest: 'Dancing' and Photography
Originated From:
Parents: Dad|| Dante Bianchi;; Unknown
Mom|| Rachel Anderson;; Unknown
Siblings: Half Sister|| Aislinn Moore;; Sixteen
Half Sister|| Liliana Bianchi
Half Sister|| Shay Anderson;; Seventeen
Half Sister|| Kelly Anderson;; Sixteen
Half Brother|| Gabriel Bianchi;; Unknown
Half Brother|| Salvatore Bianchi;; Eighteen
Half Brother|| JT Anderson;; Seventeen
Half Brother|| Rodulphus Crawford;; Twenty-eight
Other Relatives: Cousin|| Xavier Street;; Seventeen
Cousin|| Shannon Street;; Seventeen
Cousin|| Nathan Street;; Twenty-one
Portrayed By: Rosario Dawson
Appearance:
As if it was not clear enough that this girl's life depended on her body. Body image is an important factor in Contessa's life. It prevents her from being a teenager and eating on a whim and it also gives her pros as well.
At first when one sees Tess, they might think that she is a normal street girl living to makea fortune, but up close and personal she is so much more. Her hair is dark, the color of charcoaled coals after a warm fire which she inherrited from her despicable father. It is normally cropped short in a typical and feministic bob, but at rare times she will allow it to grow out long and straight, and only that style for she is still a girl of beliefs on feminism. The twenties and seventies drive her fashion sense on her hair do's and also affect the way she places it up.
Continuing on, we reach the face and surprisingly for a stripper, she has a baby face that would make a mother's heart wrench...if that mother wasn't Rachel Anderson of course. Some people find her face a bit dull with no emotion but to her it is her fame and glory, her happiness and prize. Contessa has large, and almond shaped chocolate eyes, just like her father again. The shape she received from her mother but the thick and coaxing wood embelish was a gift of her father. Her lashes are short but normally appear larger with her excessive amount of mascara. Above these deep and mystifying eyes are a set of thick brows, arched at an Egyptian slant with thick and coarse hair. These brows render her every expression and show of a side of herself in looks.
Now unlike most of her half siblings, Miss Bianchi is relatively tanned and golden skinned. She has a sun's co m plexion, a rustic brush of bronze in her complexion that most California girls would long to have. Of course what most don't see are the scars and bruises from her past hidden beneath her clothes.
She has an angular face with rough and heightened cheekbones. The girl's nose slants, with not edge and curve just the simplicity of a cliché-girly nose. As for her ears, they are average sized with a round shape to the tips.
Contessa has the diva's plump and lucious lips which works well in her time of show. Most men crave for a woman with a smile, and hell does she have one. Ivory teeth and a soft pink tinge would make any crowd go wild if they were really paying attention to their teeth. Her neck is slender, almost a perfect fir for her head on her shoulders. When she gets upset, her bones pierce through her skin, revealing hermuscles contracting in rage.
As we travel further one might notice that Contessa's body is not teeny-tiny, nor large, but curvy and slender. It is the idealistic figure for her side occupation; it is known that men enjoy to have a little cushion up and down. Of course it is wrong, but when you live to strip, you have no choice but to work those parts out.
Her arms are long and reach to her midthighs when her sleek shoulders are at rest. Tess has large hands that reveal her veins and bones through her thin skin. Her fingers are bony, and lengthy with polished nails at the tip. As for her wrists, they are also small and considerably weak.
For her upper bodice, she is average. This lovely holds a cup sixe of a thirty-four C, but that is when she squeezes them into an outfit. Her breasts are her tool, mainly in her so-called spare dancing. All strippers must dress to their body, and hers is in showing off her skin.
Lowering down, her waist is rather small and peculiarly toned for her lack of regular excercise. At most she tends to her thighs and buttocks, but rarely does she work on her abs. Once again traveling on we reach her calves. They are strong and slender, smooth from her having to shave them constantly thanks to her father's pure Italian blood. Contessa's legs are smooth and fit as her feet are proportional to her body. Though her toes are quite odd, they are curved and arched. On the soles of her feet rest past cuts from the city's ground, now all that remained were fading scars. An orphan to a stripper, this was her life.
This was Contessa Bianchi.
We must not forget one last minor detail. Her style. Fashion is vital to Miss Bianchi, but to her it is only about appealing good to the outside forces, not from the inside. She would m u ch rather wear a skimpy dress from Body Shop that stuck to her every curve than wear a casual sundress from Heritage. To her, it was about showing off what you were made of and what you were born with.
Normally, Contessa wears dresses, skirts, and shorts. On rare occasisions will you find her all bundled up lazy as can be. If so, she is either busy, at another job, or stressed. Her views is to look good at all times, and that was just how she lived.
Personality:
"When you begin to think you've had it rough, take a look in the fuckin' mirror and picture yourself with dirt all over you and bruises on your eyes with cuts down your arms. Then, if you can still look me in the eye and say your life is shit I'll believe you."
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The Pros;;
At most times, people see Contessa as a typical homegirl or rebel, but suprsingly she has much more to her than that. Unlike most views, she has a large heart that just does not show all the time. Yes she may try, but once you see the goodness of her it is impossible to hate the girl.
Sweet. How simple the word may sound but really, Miss Bianchi is the Queen of Sweetness to a certain group. Once you can get to her core, she will become like a leech that sticks with you for life, draining out your happiness to share. She has often an almost shady way of showing it but the girl is a natural-born sweetheart.
Maternal. Of course this little chica is a party animal-wild child, but she is also a very protective friend. After growing up on the streets with a bunch of other orphans, one had to take charge and acts as the so-called 'mother figure', so who would be better than her? Contessa played the insistent and concerned mother to the others, and it stuck with her even as time grew on.
Sassy. In simple terms, this girl is a human on battery! She never gets tired and rarely gets her hopes crushed. Her lively and jolly presence can make anyone's day seem a whole lot better than it once was. Not only is she bubbly but she is also high spirited with much enregy devoted to making any tense or bad subject into a fun and excting one.
Feminist. Many girls still face the problems of being told that men hold a higher place in society. But in Contessa's mind, she obviously believes they do not. She believes that all people are equal on race, religion, sexual orientation, and gender. Ever since she was an orphan she would learn about rights and how women were treated back in time. So, she tooke her place as a leader and brought on her acts of equality. It was said in teh twenties women could not smoke, drink, or be unoccompanied in public. With the girl being how she is, she did just those things to make a point on her beliefs.
Ludicrous. Another natural born bred of the twisted family of the Street-Moore-Anderson-Bianchi, she is none other than your wacky and zany wild child. Many seem to find Contessa's humor a bit crude or sarcastic, but for those who understand her jokes will find her to be a lead comedian. She is witty and artful, always ready to throw in a pun or a surprise joke to see who catches it.
Bold. When you first meet Miss Bianchi, this trait strikes out in an instant. The way she holds herself is of confidence and her lack of fear. Strangely, Contessa has few fears that involve herself, and if there are any they are obscure and very odd in the minimalist ways. She holds her hea dup high at the sight of blood and rolls her eyes at sharks, this girl is one who loves heights and is often found sitting up in her tree hanging upside down from time to time.
The Cons;;
But of course, who could be called a true human being without their flaws? Especially on this one's sake, she has both the good, the bad, and the ugly...very ugly.
Judgemental. Yes, in fact this lovely is not a typical mary sue or cliche 'I love everyone' girl. No, in fact Contessa is far from it. Little friends does she keep with her constant musings over new kids and the old ones and their so-called status quo. Tess is one to judge on first appearances and does not deny it, actually she is quite fond of her ill trait.
Foxy. To some this might just be alluring but to the good and honest truth, can a stripper really just be alluring? No. Therefore, it means so much more. Miss Bianchi is not meek and quiet, no she is loud and out there, and we mean out there. This girl is known to dress on the skanky side and tends to dress in the teen fashions she can smuggle off with her recent cash flow. Her actions also relate to this, her voice is silky with a sort of fox appeal. How puuuurrrfect.
Finicky. From what most think, Contessa is a very orderly person. Despite from her lack of cleanliness at her appartments she tends to be a neat freak and organized pack rat. Also she is one to be careful, always thinking one step ahead of her actions. The outcomes are not always as she predicts but at least she makes a back up in case something goes terribly wrong.
Instigating. Simply, this girl can be one of the most annoying Valkyrians you can ever meet. Minus her attitude and high views of not only herself but her friends, Contessa may come across at times as obnoxious or provoking. It is true that she eggs people on to finish tasks or do what she wants, but that was how she had to act back in the streets. To live you had to fool, manipulate, be devious. Somehow, the trait is still kooked up inside her and rarely finds its way out.
Deceptive. Miss Trickster needs to have this for her ability. Without her magnetic charm and appeal, how else would this dancing queen get her beguiling and dangerous sense of mastery. Tess is one who will try to control others like puppets at times when it is necessary. Never would she herself act in such a way but she does not mind doing it to others.
Scandalous. The deffinition of this word might as well just be her name. Contessa is always caught in a problem, a crisis, or having her name mentioned in some place or another. Yes she has normally fit in with the popular crowd but just getting to this school she instantly becomes uncertain. Although she couldn't care less she still loves the thrill of being famous on the campus and having every soul know your name.
The Zodiac;;
Miss Bianchi is a natural-born down-to-earth sort of girl. With her views on living life like you die tomorrow and following the famed quote, "Carpe Diem!" who wouldn't be a better person to fit into the Cancer astrology sign. Cancerians are not all too spiritual but they do in fact have a sort of psychic sense persay. Cancerians are often...
Emotional and loving
Intuitive and imaginative
Shrewd and cautious
Protective and sympathetic
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Changeable and moody
Overemotional and touchy
Clinging and unable to let go
The Cancerian character is the least clear-cut of all the signs of the zodiac. Many of the Cancer relation are known to be mainly termpermental, moody, and shifting ideas on a spur of the moment term. It is interestign that these people hold such drastic personality differences in oneself.
On the outside, the Cancerians can appear formidable, unemotional, uncompromising, tenacious, energetic, shrewd, and wise. Also on others they tend to have philosophical views that profound the thought of verging inspiration. Also they are known to be intimate, sensitive, and passionate to only those they love. They are also able to identify with situations because of their keenness of imagination. Also they can often be over-imaginative and weak to fantasy which even sometimes shapes their lives to fit some romantic ideal.
Their sharp ears and talent for mimicry can sometimes give them success on the stage, though they have a tendency to be emotional and may sometimes overreact situations. Although, due to their impression of being down-to-earth they are often fascinated by the strange powers of the world.
Cancerians often have a retentive memory, usually for emotional events in which they can recall in detail for years afterwards. They are also strongly guided by childhood memories of good or bad detail. The Cancerians have potential faults. They can be sulky, devious, moody, inclined to self-pity, brood, and easily flattered. As a result they often change their opinions and loyalties and, indeed, their occupations, and lack stability. They are easily corrupted and, because they are convincing romanticizers, can make successful confidence tricksters.
Likes:
- Her best friend, Chanel Rivera
- The fellow strippers, except Ginger
- Big tips
- Alcoholi Beverages
- The moonlight at midnight
- Old-Victorian gates
- To go male watching
- To cause havoc whenever she can
- The News
- Sporting Events
- Dancing
- Pull pranks on others
- Singing to her mirror
- Valkyrie though she won't admit it
- Money
Dislikes:
- Most other girls
- Being told she is wrong
- Being proved she is wrong
- Fastfood
- Her family, plain and simple
- Snobby, rich kids
- Winter
- Fog and Haze
- Strobe Lights
- Pimps and Crack Whores
- Fakes and Plastics
- Drugstores
- The color yellow
- Being called a whore
Flaws:
- Lack of trust
- Constant will to succeed
- Grudges
- Holding onto secrets
- Not understanding others
- Self-ignorance
- High-strung and tempermental
- Fears that one day she will truly be alone
- Flaunts her past around when angry like she is some holy diciple
Secrets:
- Contessa was a runaway as a child and lived onthe streets with a group of other children
- Not only is she a stripper, but she is also an escort
- Has had sex for money a few times in her life
- Longs to make anyone's life a living hell that does not get her
- Has suffered through abuse
- Played mother to her old street gang back when she was an orphan
- Her father and mother want nothing to do with her
- Ran away to Valkyrie and is living her without anyone's knowledge, illegally
Heritage: Irish and Italian
History: Have you ever sat and watched on of those shows called soaps, where every person’s life is screwed up in one way or another? The neighbor is actually sleeping with the underage girl next girl, the mailman is having not one, but three lusty affairs with housewives, the business man of the town is bankrupt, the coach is getting brain surgery, all of that jazz. Sadly, that would equal the family of the renowned Anderson-Moore-Street-Bianchi family.
In the winter of 1988, the skeezbag about town decided to hit up a trip to the great New York with a few of her friends. Little did Rachel know that when she arrived in the city she would encounter something that would alter her life even more than it was already. There in the city of culture and exchange, she met a man and exchanged much more than culture. The two began an affair that only lasted a weekend at the most. His name was Dante, and right when she entered the city on her first night she had overheard the name mentioned a few times. Of course with the notorious definition of a playboy, Rachel was intrigued about this man. As her friends went to the local bar in the club, she decided to stay out on the dance floor and groove on to the music. It was heaven really, the strobe lights and the pounding bass on the walls. Then it all seemed to disappear when she saw someone walk in, someone too scrumptious for words. He was tall, dark, and handsome, how cliché.
It was Dante, and she guessed it just by the air in his gait.
The man approached her and they danced the night away, even away to his bedroom later that night. That is the tale of how Miss Contessa Bianchi was conceived, a one night stand in the land of new beginnings. After that day Rachel promised to call Dante once she got back to home to her husband. When she returned home little did she know she returned with an extra package, and that was her little girl. A bit later was it when Rachel learned the worst, she was pregnant. Luckily she was able to get Shawn to jump her once she got home, so once she went to the Doctor’s to learn who the father was, she was so relieved. It had been Dante, and since he lived so far away, nothing bad could happen right? Except for the fact that Rachel did not want this child.
Shawn immediately believed the child was his and was scorned to know she was pregnant, they had just started a family of their own and she was pregnant again? Good lord.
On the July 7, 1989, a little girl was born. Shawn had left the delivery room to go get something for his wife in the gift shop when Rachel did the unthinkable. The woman grabbed out her wallet and looked at the doctor and asked him if he would get rid of the child. Automatically, the doctor was shocked but by the amount of money he obliged and asked to whom. Her response was simple, “Her father.”
That is when the drama in this little child’s life began. She was living a lie, the hospital had told Shawn that the baby had died in the recovery room and they were so sorry. Rachel had another lie to live with and this time it was the knowledge that she had a daughter out there in the world to join along with her son who never would meet her.
Later that day, Dante Bianchi arrived once Rachel and Shawn left home. Mr. Bianchi took the child and was insulted, the woman had been pregnant and never told him? Who was she to think he would just pick up after her problems? The thing was, he wouldn’t. Oh no, Dante was not some call-to man, he was a player and more children was not an option. So Dante instead took the baby to his sister’s house. Maria was a woman of grace, how ironic. Aunt Maria was hardly an Aunt to the little girl, instead she was like a mother. It was Maria who took Contessa to her first piano class, it was Maria who took Contessa to her first trip to the park. Not Dante, oh no, not him. Of course Contessa knew that her Aunt was not her mother and that her mother lived elsewhere, but she also knew that her father did not want her.
Although she was brought up always feeling alone in the matters of her father, she never let it bother her. She had an aunt who adored her, that was good enough for her. Or so she thought. On her seventh birthday, Contessa would go from happy, to excited, to confused, and then finally to devastated. That day was one of the most vivid in her life. The small apartment had been decorated in frilly pink lace. Lavender table cloths filled the small counters and furnishings. The walls were plastered with paper and paint rested on the ground next to the walls. There stood the little Bianchi girl, her fingers splayed out on the paper as she painted the walls in a craze. Next to her was Maria, a tall and sheepishly cute woman. Maria bent down and placed a line of paint on her niece’s cheek before bursting into laughter, “Happy birthday Tess.” The little girl smirked, her plump lips curving to a grin matching her Aunt’s. Her little white dress spun outwards as she dashed to her side and grabbed the paintbrush. Running after her Aunt she smiled, her world was perfect.
Then all went to hell and out of no where a man appeared, but it was no stranger, but her father only this time he was not alone. With him was two children around the age of Contessa. A little girl with looks that battled with Contessa, blonde hair, light eyes, and pale skin, never would they think they were related. Then there was a boy, tall, dark hair, and a natural complexion, he looked a little similar to Contessa, which made her even more confused. Who were they, they couldn’t be her brother and sister she heard about from her Aunt Maria. Oh but they were.
Dante instantly pulled Maria into the other room as the two kids looked at Contessa oddly. Liliana, the girl, sneered and rolled her eyes as Salvatore, the boy, just gave her a blank look of neither hatred or comfort. It was silent, except for the yelling and swearing in the next room. Then moments later Dante walked back and grabbed Contessa’s hand, his eyes masterful and bright as he huffed, “Come on, we are leaving.” At first the young girl thought her daddy finally wanted her, he wanted to spend time with his daughter. No more ‘just Christmas’ and no more ‘just birthday’, now it would be him and her, and the other two but she would be with her dad.
Still unsure she left, no noticing her Aunt staggering in the doorway with tears streaming down her cheeks. As they got into the car Contessa smiled and looked up to her father in the front seat as she giggled, “So where are we going?” Her smile was to die for, a sheepish and petty grin which she received from Rachel. Now as silence overtook a look of worry crossed the happy child’s face as her so-called half sister turned around, with her dominating and alluring eyes she said, “Oh no we aren’t taking you with usssss. Right daddy?” Her voice was so sardonic as she gave a light giggle and faced the front window. Salvatore sat silent beside Contessa. Soon it was Dante’s turn to speak, “Lili, don’t tease hon’. But yes, you are not coming with us C—what was your name again? Oh wait…Con…Contessa, right. No, tomorrow you will be at a foster home.”
That was the extent of it, only a few more words left Contessa’s mouth before she went silent. “You mean an orphanage.” Her tone was bitter, an attitude of a raging child in a tantrum. Dante sighed, his head pounding as he turned into parking garage. “That term works too.”
Later on that night as the Bianchi’s slept, Miss Contessa decided that an orphanage was no good. She was seven and could not bare the thought of living with cronies and drunks, so she did the unthinkable and ran away. It was nearly twelve o’ clock when she passed her thirtieth alleyway. The small girl was exhausted, her ivory party dress was worn and sullen in the moon’s unearthly glow. As the time passed there was a rustle behind the building, and out popped a boy, a few years older than she. “Go on, get! We don’t mess with your kind.” Tess stood alarmed, her eyes glowering on this boy. Who did he think he was yelling at her in that way? What a stupid boy. “I am not going ANYWHERE. I am a free lady and will do as I please. I ran away, so I am going to travel to Mount Candy Topia and live with the unicorns.” The boy laughed, his dark hair sweeping over his eyes. “Fine, follow me .”
That is when her life changed, the boy turned out to be Donald Richburn, an orphaned boy who was an infamous street rat and pick-pocketer. Donald had a small group of orphans that followed him and lived in the alleys of 13th and Broadway. There they roamed, begging and scavenging for food, not alone but as a family. Donald was seen as the father and soon Contessa was seen as the mother. But since most of the kids were her age or younger, they often had a hard time saying her name. So, she took her middle nickname instead, Rosie. The children adored her just as they did Donald.
It was Donald and Rosie, DR. for short who wandered the rough streets of New York. They were the leaders of the little gang, and took care of them all to the best of their ability. For years they stayed together, up until the thirteenth year on Rosie’s birthday.
