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Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone

"I didn't want him to go, but he did and now he's gone...and know you're going down the same path..."

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a character in “Guerra Famiglia: The Crucible”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

Description

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【More Than The Mugshot...】
β€œYea, I'm Irish, is there a problem?”




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☞Full Name☜
Fiona Eliza Falcone nee-O'Ryan

☞Nicknames☜
Ginger
Fi

☞Age☜
28

☞Ethnicity☜
Irish, Italian( Father was of Italian descent)

☞Gender☜
Female

☞Sexual Orientation☜
Bi-Sexual, but with a preference for men.

☞Hometown☜
Dublin, Ireland

☞Status☜
No, Sister in Law



【Tale Of The Tape...】
β€œI don't mind being called Ginger, I am what I am. ”




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☞Height☜
5'9
☞Weight☜
150lbs
☞Eye Color☜
Bluish green
☞Hair☜
Auburn, ranging from short to long.

☞Body Type☜
Slim, yet curvy
☞Special Markings☜
Nose piercing
Naval Piercing
and a Murder of crows tattooed going up her back.

☞Extras☜
She still has an Irish twang to her voice, that gets stronger the more she's upset.



【Behind The Mechanics...】
β€œSo What do you wanna know”




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☞Likes☜
Tattoo Art
Lo Brow Art
Loud Music
Motorcycles
Being by herself

☞Dislikes☜
Mob life
Douchebags (Guys who think they have a chance)
Her Former employment.
People in general

☞Habits☜
Staring off into space
Mumbling in Gaelic under her breath

☞Fears☜
Ending up alone
Losing Nico like she lost her husband

☞Aspirations☜
To open her own tattoo shop
Getting away from the mob lifestyle

☞Secrets☜
Had an affair with her husband's half brother, Nico after a drunken stupor, before he was killed.
Is currently sleeping with him now.
She's not entirely sure if she has any feeling for him at all.
☞Disabilities☜
Depression

☞Personality☜
Fiona is indifferent, stubborn, socially inept, and prone to violence, with a predisposition towards anger. Basically she's a bitch, Any emotion she feels, is often replaced by anger, whether it be sadness, fear, nervousness, regret or pain, she always swaps it for anger. It’s easier for her to handle that way. However, she has a strong sense of family and will do anything to protect her family even though half of the time, she wants to hurt them herself. She is not so trusting, and is cynical to a fault. It takes her a great deal of time to trust people and even then that trust is limited.
That being said, she can be fun, and a great friend. Never far from a joke, or a witty remark she has a soft spot for misfits and will do what she can to help them though most of the time she feigns boredom and always acts disinterested.
Lately, she's been having a hard time dealing with much of anything since her husband died, and despite the fact that she's sleeping with his half brother, only because she didn't want to be alone, and the guilt is beginning to weigh on her.



【Armed And Dangerous...】
β€œTouch me, and I'll make your death look like an accident”




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☞Style☜
Fiona has no problem with starting a fight nor ending one, she will use whatever is around her to protect herself, or others, but it's never come down to acutally killing someone. She did once put a girl in the hospital in high school.

☞Load Out☜
a small 9mil that she got after taking a job at the local strip joint.

☞Skills☜
She is a skilled Tattoo artist, having done most of the tattoos for the Falcones and their extended 'family'.

☞Equipment☜
Her Kawasaki Ninja, It's best not to touch it.

☞Weaknesses☜
Alcoholism, After her husband's death, she had finally heavy in to drinking, hating her life and everything in it. She's trying to recover but still has a hard time.
Sex, much like alcohol is more of a drug then anything, a high she can disappear into where she doesn't have to think.



【Rap Sheet...】
β€œI asked him...No, I fucking begged him not to go, but he went, and now he's gone...he's fucking gone...”




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☞History☜
Fiona was raised to in a poor family in the small village of Dublin Where she lived with her mother and stepfather.

He was dangerously "nice" to her and ignored to her mother, to the point where her mother resented her. Fiona kept to herself mostly, drawing in her room when her stepfather wasn't home and sneaking out when he was.

Her life was pretty much uneventful until she reached college age. She was offered a scholarship to study abroad at the Arts Institute and damn near ran across the ocean to get away from her life at home.

The poor girl didn't know what she was getting herself into as New York was a big city for this small town girl. School was hard and Getting a job was damn near impossible and all that scholarship paid for was tuition. So she took her drawing skills to the dark corners of New York, and became a tattoo artist, showing her work to anyone that would look, and luckily she was offered an apprenticeship, problem was, that didn't exactly pay the bills.
Once she was complaining to her mentor about it, and one of his clients overheard her and suggested that she come work with her at her place, she was a pretty girl and had a nice body to boot. So Fiona became a stripper, under the name, Ginger, for her natural red hair.

She was never proud of this career choice but she knew it was only temporary, she was already in school and so long as she kept up her grades, it didn't effect her too much, so she thought her grades started to drop, she was sleeping most of the day, and working all night, at a place where women were no more then a piece of meat dangling in front of hungry predators. she was exhausted and it took it's toll, she eventually dropped out. She kept her place in the tattoo shop and eventually graduated into her own chair and her own clients, to the point that she could quit. Her luck began to grow as one of her clients was a handsome man by the name of Anthony Falcone, a bruiser with a soft spot for gingers. she gave him a large tattoo that took days to complete, in that time, Fiona found herself smiling, stressing less and laughing more. He asked her out, and about a year later, they were married.

Her luck began to drain then, as she found out, what he really did for a living. He was in the mob, one of the biggest in the state, and he was an enforcer, the one who fired, swung and stabbed. He would come home with cuts and bruises, stab wounds and even a bullet wound. Fiona at first was fine, he was strong, he'd keep her safe, but then after awhile, he'd be gone, she'd wake up and he'd be leaving and she'd go to bed alone. She loved him but it was taking it's toll, so not to drive herself crazy, she turned to drinking, it made life tolerable, by way of meaning, she hardly remembered it.

There were days were she'd go see the family, with him, they'd have parties, here and there and she's go, starting off sober, then eventually ending up drunk off her head, because he would leave her, often for something that the Don wanted him to do. She hated it, she hated this life, never knowing when he'd be back if at all. he'd be gone days at a time.

It was at one of these party where she met Nico, his half brother, she was drunk, alone and subsequently frisky, and made the mistake of waking up next to him the next morning .

Anthony never found out, because as she was working up the nerve to tell him, he was leaving. he'd told her that he'd something big to work on, and Fiona got a horrible feeling in her chest, and she begged him not to leave, tears in her blue green eyes. "Please, don't go, you're leaving all the time, and I miss you, I miss my husband, please, Tony don't go." Those were the last words she said to him, as he only smiled, promised he'd come back with a kiss and was gone forever. He was killed that night.

Losing him, sent Fiona in a horrible fit of rage brought on by depression. She wanted nothing to do with the family, and at the funeral, drunkenly she told the world her feelings, screaming at the Don blaming him for what happened, crying and screaming hysterically, and yet again, Nico was there, he offered to take her home and she let him, and nearly every day after that, he came to see her, asking her if she were alright, looking after her, reminding her in nearly every way of her husband One of those nights, she kissed him but honestly, in her mind, she was kissing Tony.

It had been two and a half years since Tony's death, and she still never really got over him, but after awhile she stopped using Nico as his replacement, despite the guilt, but now it seems he's seeming more and more like Tony then she ever wanted and she's terrified he'll take the same path.



【Just A Little Extra...】
β€œThe Prettiest Wretched Whore You've Ever Seen-Emilie Autumn”




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☞Theme Song☜
Let The Record Show-Emilie Autumn
Misery Loves Company-Emilie Autumn
☞Fashion☜
Biker Chique

So begins...

Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Claudia Falcone Character Portrait: Momoe Yukimura Character Portrait: Marley Vane Character Portrait: Fiona 'Ginger' Falcone Character Portrait: Hiroshi Yukimura Character Portrait: Ric Falcone
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Walking into the party was the easy part, staying away from the alcohol was another. Dressing in a simple grey dress, her hair in curly crimson waves pinned to the side, and cascading down her shoulder. A martini glass in her hand. It was days like these that she missed her husband, Tony. He always dragged her to parties like these, and often would leave her there to do whatever it is that the Family needed. She used to hate him for it, resent the family for it, early mornings and long nights, she hardly was able to see him but as it turns out, he wanted what she did. He wanted out. Tony was trying to make it out. That's what Ric told her that day...

Fiona sat at her chair, thumbing through her phone, and the seemingly endless picture of her and Tony. Tears glossing her blue-green eyes, as she watched how happy they were. She thought she missed him before, she'd complained, bitched even, about how often he was gone, but that was when he came home. She closed her eyes. Now he was gone forever.
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The bell to the shop door chimed and Fiona stiffened. "We're closing." She said and then turned to see her brother in law standing at the reception desk.

Fiona got to her feet, believing that he was here for what she'd said at the funeral. She was drunk, and hurting, and that was never a good combination.

"He's dead because of you! He should have been home, with me, but no, he was off doing god knows what for you! He died, for you! It should have been you!" She'd cried, in front of everyone. That was probably not the wisest thing to call out the Don but she had, and now she just knew he was here to 'handle' her.

As he approached, she backed against her work desk, where the 9mil Tony had bought her rested under the table. Just in case.

"What do you want, Ric?" She asked him, there was fear in her voice as hidden behind anger and sadness. Ric looked tense and that did nothing for Fiona's nerves. He shook his head. "I'm not going to hurt you, Fiona." He said somewhat exasperatedly. She didn't relax though. She merely swallowed. "Then what do you want?"

His blue eyes darted to her chair, or more correctly the wall behind it, where her work was on display. Fiona frowned. "You want a tattoo?" She said in disbelief. "Now, for what?"

"Tony." was his answer and there was a silence that fell between them while guilt washed over her. She may have lost a husband, but he'd lost a brother, blood brother at that, someone he'd grown up with, looked after, and here she was acting as if she was the only one that lost someone.
She looked at him then, the pain and grief and guilt in her eyes that matched hers. He blamed himself too it seemed.
"Alright." She said and allowed herself to relax and come forward.
After a long while, they didn't speak of Tony, the night he did, nor his funeral, instead they worked on his piece.

"he loved you, you know." Ric said as she worked on the sketch, her back was too him as he sat in the chair. "I know." Fiona lied, she didn't know for sure, he was gone all the time, and sure when he was home, he barely kept his hands off her but that didn't mean love, hell she was a stripper once, she knew better then anyone sex didn't mean love. "That night..." Ric began and Fiona shook her head. She didn't want to hear about how he died. "Please, Ric, not now." She said, tears glossing her eyes again as she looked at him, but Ric's eyes were steady, "I'm sorry for what I said at the funeral, that wasn't fair, it wasn't your fault so you don't have to explain." She said, her Irish twang dotting her words, a clear sign she was upset. "But I do, he wasn't there for a hit, he was there speaking with some executives, trying to find a way for us to go legit, He loved you, and wanted to focus on you." He said and Fiona dropped her blue pencil, shaking. "What are you saying, Ric, that he...?"
"He wanted out, Fi, he was trying to get out."


Fiona rose the glass to her lips, as tears lined her eyes again. Not here, not now, she told herself. Not today.

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