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Full Name:| Adrianna Venus Scott

Nicknames: Within her profession, most refer to her as Miss Scott, out of respect. But, she prefers to be called 'Ade'.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual

Originally From: Beverly Hills, California

Currently Living: Beverly Hills, California - But she's currently staying at The New York Palace Hotel while she films her new movie, set in New York around the mob scene.

Occupation: Ade is considered 'Hollywood's hottest actress'. She made her acting début when she was four, playing the daughter of the main character in a popular daytime soap. Her subsequent films have gone on to gross billions worldwide. She also does some modelling on the side and she'd made an album, not that it was particularly good. Currently, she is in New York to film a movie, tipped to be the hottest film of 2013 when it comes out in the fall. She's playing the mistress of the mafia boss.

Likes:

Crowds
Parties
Shopping
Makeup
Clothes
Shoes
Her looks
Dogs
The smell of vanilla
The sunset
Dating
Her assistant
Her agent
Pink anything

Dislikes:

She hates being alone
Small rooms
Paparazzi
Love
Most woman, she only has a few woman she actually likes
Chocolate
Gaining weight
People who call her dumb
Screamo music
Anything really loud
Reptiles
Cats

Fears:|

Being poor
Getting hurt again
Thunder
The dark

Secrets:

She was raped by her director in one of her movies when she was thirteen
She suffers from anorexia

Hobbies:
she likes to shop, she draws a lot, she plays the guitar, she acts, she likes to travel, she loves clubbing, and trying new things.

Talents:

acting, being pretty, manipulating people, making boys fall inlove with her, hiding her true self

Deficits:

To say Adrianna isn't the brightest cookie in the box is the understatement of the century. She's also pretty shallow.

She seems virtually incapable of doing anything for herself and needs to have staff buzzing around her constantly, making sure her house is clean and her laundry is done and her meals are brought to her. It's not that she's lazy, so to speak. It's that she became so use to having everything done for her from such an early age that she wouldn't even know where to start in switching on a dishwasher.

Weapons:

"You don't need weapons when you've got a face like mine..."

Adrianna considers her looks as her killer weapon. She regards herself as so beautiful that no one would ever want to hurt her. But if she were to need to fight any kind of battle, she's convinced she can use her wiles and acting talent to solve whatever problems may arise. She sees men as easy pray. Virtually every man she's ever been near has wanted her, and Arianna does not expect that to change any time soon. She's found that with kisses and promises to let people see or touch what lies beneath her clothes, she's been able to get anything she wants. Her talent as an actress has also come in useful. She can produce floods of tears from her big blue eyes at the drop of her hat, and a crying woman makes even the strongest of men uncomfortable.

Personality:

Adrianna is a very bubbly girl. But don't be fooled she's not as nice as she seems. She's vain, self conscious, and spoiled. But she's not all bad. And who can blame her for how he is? Her parents raised her to be completely dependent on her looks for everything. She thrives off of peoples acceptance. And she longs or love, even temporary. But once her walls start to come down she breaks it off with you immediately. She hates the thought of being loved. And it even terrifies her. But that's who she is.

If you manage to get past her wall and see the real her its guaranteed that you'll love her. From her bubbly personality and charismatic nature to her weak and fragile but big heart. Shell charm the pants off you if you let her. She's also a huge flirt, hell , she loves to flirt. She loves that brief moment of spark. And it's like a drug to her, she loves having a man want her. Ironically she's a virgin. Well mentally, since she lost her physical virginity when she was raped. But emotionally she considers herself pure.

History:

Adrianna's mother, Sasha, did not live a life unlike Adrianna's now. She too rose to stardom at a young age and became a seasoned actress as her career progressed. By the time she came to having her daughter, she'd won them all; Emmys, Golden Globes, BAFTAs. Adrianna's father, Tony Scott, was a big shot director in Hollywood. He cast Sasha in her first prominent movie role, and this was where their relationship began. They got married, becoming one of Hollywood's hottest couples. Money rolled into the household like it was falling off trees and the couple had more and more success in their careers, paparazzi buzzed round the house like bees to a honey pot.

And so, by the time their daughter was born, she was easily one of the most highly anticipated babies in Hollywood. Her parents sold her first photos to People magazine for four million dollars

Adrianna Scott, up and coming actress, daughter of Hollywood royalty, beautiful, talor has it all. But who really is Adrianna? That's a mystery, it always was. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She was adored by many but loved and understood by few. Her parents thrust her into the Hollywood limelight at a lung age. She was forced to grow up at such a young age that she never got a proper childhood. She was always used, she could never trust. That caused her to build up a thick wall. A wall that separated her not only from getting hurt but from reality over all. It seemed nothing could get the star down.

When Ade was thirteen and filming a tv show for Disney, she was living in New york with a nanny who took care of her. Because of the paparazzi, she couldn't properly make friends. So the only person she trusted was her costar (and best friend), her nanny, and her director. But when she was finished filming one night and she dismissed her nanny, since she would get a ride home from the director. He took advantage of her, and since she was still small she couldn't defend herself and he raped her. After that she shut herself off from almost everyone and started doing whatever the hell she wanted. She was getting arrested for getting caught with drugs, DUI's, and getting alcohol poisoning by sixteen. And that went on until her parents who were in italy at the time, got a call saying that their sixteen year old daughter had alcohol poisoning. Her livid parents suddenly started taking notice of their beautiful little Adrianna that they had so often neglected.

See , her parents are actually very strict and religious, and because Ade was never a problem child they never gave her any special attention. She wasn't smart or out of control she was always in the middle. So they immediately consoled with their faith and tried to get their daughter on the right track. For fear of public scrutinize She grew up in a traditional catholic home. And when she started dressing and acting scandalous her parents threatened to take her out of the limelight and put her in rehab. However they changed her mind when Ade got a part in a blockbuster movie. See, Adrianna's parents are also famous. Her mom is an heiress and her father is a movie producer. So the Scott family are a household name. She has a lot of siblings actually, two are from her fathers previous marriage, since her father is thirteen years older than her mom. But her mother and father also have five children together. So Adrianna was born in a big family. She was always the pretty one of her siblings. She attended a prestigious boarding school with all of her siblings since middle school. But was homeschooled all of elementary school since she used to travel with her parents while they were filming. She's currently getting into character for a block buster mob movie, she told her agent to get permission for her to get to know them all better to get a feel for her role.

Miscellaneous:| Anything else important to know - Cars, tattoos, pets?

So begins...

Adrianna Scott's Story

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#2013-01-20 18:22:20, as written by Korrye

Genovese Mansion
Victoria felt her anger surging. She hummed with frustration, her fingers clenching the edge of the kitchen counter top until her knuckles turned white. Clenching her teeth, she exhaled through her teeth and looked at the floor before glancing up at the cater waiter who had dropped a platter of sparkling champagne in taking a corner too sharply. The crystal flutes had shattered, covering a large expanse of the slate floor. On top of that, Victoria was in the middle of the mess and bits of glass now graced her feet, cutting her nylons and sticking to her gown. She had come in to check on their progress and she had been showered in both the glasses and their contents. “I’m so, so...so sorry Mrs. Genovese…” the waiter apologized frantically. Victoria heard the fear dripping from her words. When she looked up at the girl she recognized that she was no older than her own daughter, though terrible cowed and far less stubborn. The girl gasped when Victoria leveled a gaze with her, flicking a hand out and sending a splash of champagne off of her fingertips and to the floor. “I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. If she didn't the poor girl might panic more and do something worse. The waiter looked about ready to burst into tears. Two thousand dollars worth of crystal now littered the floor and the champagne itself was soaking further into her evening gown. The emerald silk was ruined and still dripping. As she stepped forward slowly the glass crunched audibly beneath her Louboutin heels. Each step earned a wince from her staff. Once she was out of the initial pile of champagne flutes, Victoria hiked her dress up into her hands, rubbing the silk with her thumb only to earn herself a cut from a stray shard of crystal.

“Clean this up,” Victoria ordered. She turned to face her staff who merely looked back at her stunned. Their eyes glanced over her and they all remained still, looking at her with mixed expressions of surprise, fear and horror. “Now!” she barked, her voice cutting. A gasp followed and the hum of activity returned to them all. She sighed as she walked out of the kitchen, hearing the loud sniping of her head chef as he re-asserted control. Victoria frowned, closing her eyes as she proceeded to the main staircase, thankful that guests would not be arriving for another half hour. That said, some of their companions liked to arrive earlier, curious if there was ever disarray. She could not let them see any of this.

As she hurried herself up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder at the main entrance of their Manhattan townhouse, the sweeping steps polished to perfection. Two butlers stood at attention by the main doors to receive guests, while security remained outside the doors on the steps with the valet. Months ago, it would have only been one individual assigned to watch the entry of people into the mansion, the main gates and their security enough to prevent people from pulling stunts. For the evening, Jonathon had requested extra. His business associates would be meeting with him that evening and with everyone there on top of family friends it was sure to be a full house of interesting people. She hoped the additional security was enough.

Shaking her head, she ushered herself up to her bedroom, passing by the doors of her children’s rooms. She lingered, feeling herself soften as she neared Charlee’s door. Victoria paused and tried to listen. In hearing nothing she moved by, knowing that she had told them all to be back at the mansion on time and that it was possible that her daughter had gone to the salon to get herself prepared for the gala. As she continued on, she passed by her eldest son’s door. Lincoln had had class. It was a Monday after all. His semester had just started. Hopefully the accountant had paid his tuition. The thought made her add another note to her long mental list of things to check up on. Continuing on her way she passed Dylan’s door, evident given that it was the most papered over with signs and stickers. She knocked, trying to open it only to find it locked - as was usual.

“Half an hour sweet,” Victoria reminded him, disappointed that she couldn't actually tell him in person. “And you know how we feel about you locking your door.”

With that she moved beyond her children’s rooms, only pausing as she passed the last door on her left. Pushing it open, she could almost see Kole at his desk, hunched over some textbook and fighting himself to pay attention. It wasn’t hard to remember him looking up at her, smiling and sighing. Though he had been adopted into the family, she felt like she had lost a child when he had moved out. When Lincoln had moved into Cornell student residence it hadn’t quite been the same. He was still home on weekends, and evenings more often than not. With Kole gone, Victoria could go weeks without seeing him. Jonathon and Nate still had close contact but he felt remarkably absent from her. She would have to speak to him later about that, about coming to dinner more often or...something. Jonathon had assured her he was coming. Kole had cancelled a lot lately – something about his position becoming more tenuous. She had always thought it was a bad idea for him to go into the police academy. Maybe she should try to talk to him about that too? But that seemed difficult. She would be expected downstairs shortly and the business side of the evening would command her attention before the art auction would start – the front for their evening. Then there was the speech and a talk by Kole and then Nathaniel. Then the two leading men had a meeting with some movie star who had somehow weaseled her way into the event. Then there was dinner and ultimately no time alone with any of them. It was stressful just thinking about all that she needed to remember. She had to meet with the MET people downstairs too, right away, as they brought the works in that were for sale. All of this meant that she didn’t have time to get dressed again.

It all flooded her mind in short bursts, her thought process bringing her back to the fact that her dress was half soaked in champagne. As she stepped away from the guest room she sighed again, feeling the tension flood from her shoulders as she proceeded to her wing of the house. The master bedroom was behind a set of double doors. Victoria Her heels clicked across the hardwood floors as she moved towards her walk-in closet. Two steps into the room and she dropped the wet skirt of her dress and proceeded to unzip it only for it to get stuck and slightly beyond her reach between her shoulder blades. “This party will be the death of me,” she muttered angrily. While she knew she was overreacting, it felt better to say something. They had certainly faced worse.

Genovese Mansion
Kole Marinos was never early. Today was most certainly an anomaly. The twenty four year old walked up the length of the driveway, past the tall pillar columns that signaled the main entrance to the family stead. He could still remember being fifteen and arriving at the Genovese mansion for the first time. Like an excited dog he had practically had his head out the window, marveling at the gargantuan grandeur of the home. Years later, he recognized that it paled in comparison to the estates of many other upper east side dwellers – if anything the Genovese family as relatively subdued. Still, he could not deny that it impressed him. As he approached the tall double doors, he made eye contact with the three men clustered on the front steps. They all looked him over, the butler smiling while the security guards assessed the potential threat that he posed. It had been six weeks since he had last been at the mansion itself, enough time for Jonathon to hire new bouncers.

“Pierre,” Kole smiled at the butler. “Master Kole! How pleasant to see you again,” the valet replied, moving forward to hug him only to find his way barred by one of the security personnel. It was enough for Kole’s smile to falter. “Are you on the list?” he demanded, looking down at an iPhone in his hand and scrolling through a pre-approved list. “It’s Kole Marinos,” the butler said, aghast at the idea of one of the family being questioned. “It’s okay. I understand the precaution,” he smiled, watching as the security guard scrolled through the list, confirmed that he was in fact on it, and nodded him through. “Mr. Genovese wishes to see you in the library.”

“I was counting on that,” Kole nodded, moving beyond the threshold and into the impressive manor, pausing to adjust his suit. He pulled on his shirt collar, irritated by the starchy quality of the fabric. It felt constricting. The moment that he stepped into the manor little seemed different. Unlike his apartment in the Upper West Side, the Genovese mansion felt like home. The scents were familiar. The feel and touch of it felt far more normal. Yet he felt almost a stranger to it on his own. Immediately his hands went to the tie around his neck, loosening the knot so that he could undo it and pull it off. The staff standing offside watched him, amused as Kole appeared relieved when the fabric was stowed in his pocket. Undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt, he finally felt freed.

With that dealt with, he proceeded knowingly through the halls of the mansion, hearing a loud chorus of voices coming from the kitchen as he moved toward the back end of the mansion. He was early by some twenty minutes for the first time…in ever. He approached the library cautiously but in hearing nothing he stepped inside, confronted with the sitting room attached to Jonathon’s office and no one else. He’d certainly never been first before. He just wondered who would be second, or whether he would have a moment along with Jonathon. Or even Nate. He needed to tell them about what he had been forced to do. He could still see it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the fat headed pig who had managed to figure out who he was, the look in his eyes before he shot him and the spray of blood that had followed after he had been gunned down in his own home by Kole himself. The memory came with a shriek in his ears, leaving him uncomfortable and jumpy. He sat down on the couch facing the door for that reason, allowing himself to hold his head in his hands and to think about anything but that night - which unfortunately proved futile for the moment. He had even drawn concerned looks at the office that morning he had been so out of it.

It is currently 7:40pm on Monday January 7th 2013. An art auction and gala has been organized at the Genovese mansion in support of a charity called Homeward Bound which helps underprivileged youth in Manhattan have after school programs to be apart of, tutors and halfway houses. The business associates are to meet with Jonathon at 8:00pm. The auction will start shortly after, providing a cover for the meeting. Of course, afterward all associates are invited to enjoy the Gala with the other guests. The incident involving the old techie happened in late September but the hiring of the new techie has made it fresh in the minds of the family again. (I've put it four months ago so that he had time to recuperate) What's more, the FBI organized a raid on one of the family restaurants in the Upper West Side the day before. While the family was tipped off and nothing came of it, the family is tense regardless. In the aftermath an FBI handler was killed by informant Kole Marinos to prevent the knowledge of his position from being leaked.

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#2013-01-20 20:47:11, as written by Mela

Oops... my bad. xD

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#2013-01-20 20:50:40, as written by Mela

”Of course, Mr. Genovese. I checked and re-checked everything myself. No one without an invitation will get into this party.” The head of security reassured his inquiring boss, who looked at him skeptically. His eyes were hard and cold; the eyes of a man who would not tolerate even a single mistake. They were unnerving to say the least, and even the hardened head of security knew that to screw up was to die. This crime boss never fooled around with anything regarding the safety of his family. That much was known to anyone in the business who had even half a brain. In the end, once the head of security had lowered his gaze, clearing his throat while awaiting a reply, Jonathon gave a single nod in recognition. “I sincerely hope you’re right,” he noted coolly before leaving to make his way inside.

The pair had been in the garden of the mansion, and while Jonah walked inside, crossing through the main hall, the head of security went to once again stress the importance of this job to his men. The Genovese patriarch was nervous to say the least, not that it could be seen in any way. In fact, the male appeared calm, cool and collected as ever. This was his family, however, and he never liked to bring work home with him like this because it brought potential danger right to their doorstep, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He sighed to himself, shaking his head. Things were more than a little intense at current.

However, as Jonah passed the kitchen, his attention was drawn there instead – towards the noise and the nervously shouting chef. He raised an eyebrow to see the furious flurry of activity in there when he poked his head in. It looked like his wife had cracked the whip. The thought made him chuckle as he proceeded by walking upstairs. It was frankly one of the things he had always loved about Vicky; she made others more effective, and God knew Jonah adored efficiency. She was a force to be reckoned with and Jonah valued the challenge; he always had.

The patriarch entered his office not long after, scratching his chin in thought as the door slid closed behind him. The office was attached to the conference room, which was actually more-considered part of the office, in which he would soon be hosting a meeting. Everyone would be there; Rizzo too. Jonah almost groaned out loud at the thought, but refrained. Although he was alone, Jonah made it his business to remain more or less cool and calm on the outside at all times. Why? Well, it was simple: it unnerved people. Jonah was either entirely calm to others, or he was a whirlwind of fury, but not a lot of people ever really lived to tell the tale those times.

The tall man walked briskly to his desk, unlocking one of the many drawers, and from there, Jonah drew out a pile of papers, which he took into the conference room. He placed them before his own seat at the end of the table, and as he turned, took in himself in the large end mirror. He had no idea why it was there, if he had to be honest; it served no purpose, but the architect had told him it would make the room seem bigger, or whatever. He hadn’t really cared. At the sight, though, Jonah realized a single thing – one his wife would kill him for: he had forgotten to put on his tie. He let out a gust of air from between his lips, exasperated. It wasn’t like he had a lot of time to play with here.

In the end though, not putting it on wasn’t worth the pointed looks Vicky would be sending him all evening, so he exited the conference room and directed his walk towards the master bedroom, mentally going over all of the things he, and Nate too, needed to do this evening. Talk to Kole, host a meeting, and talk to some air-head actress – wait, why were they doing that again? He pulled on his jacket, arranging it perfectly before making his way into the bedroom, but he stopped briefly when he heard Vicky mumbling something about the party and death. He walked a little closer and spotted her standing at the edge of her walk-in closet, her dress half open. Hadn’t he seen her fully dressed just before?

Jonah cleared his throat, chuckling a little when he walked closer and saw the look on her face and the stains on her dress. Obviously something had gone down. He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her close before placing a kiss on her bared shoulder. Jonah breathed in his wife’s sweet scent murmuring in her ear, “need some help, darling?” while he let the breath back out. He missed being near her. Most of the time lately he’d spend all night in his office, often falling asleep leaning over the desk, so they hardly even spent nights together. And if he wasn’t in his home office, he was at the city office, meeting up with the city’s more night-active criminal socialite.

So to some extent, Jonah understood her suspicions when it came to his fidelity, but it bothered him that she refused to believe him, when he told her he was not cheating on her… and that she was instead inching closer to Rizzo. He would know if anything happened though. His spies were on her at all times when she was out of the house, and they switched, so it was never the same person twice in a row. They were professionals, and he trusted them not to screw up. He also trusted Vicky. He did. See, she wasn’t the one he was worried about.

Rizzo was.

He continuously put his hands on her, whispered in her ear, and ah, the way he looked at her. It was enough to set Jonah’s blood on fire, but he had yet to find a proper replacement for the man, so for now he kept quiet about his awareness regarding the other man’s interest in his boss’ wife. Besides, to Jonah’s knowledge, Rizzo had yet to make the final move. Good thing too, because he would be dead as soon as he did. No mere casino manager was irreplaceable in Jonah’s business.

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Adrianna Scott

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a character in “In Mafia Vita”, originally authored by CuteAsKaylah, as played by RolePlayGateway

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