Hair color: Black
Eyes color: Green
Height: Five foot one
Weight: 110
Age: Twenty
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Jacey Dizzario
A 20 year old orphan/thief who isnt afraid to slit a few throats to get what she needs. 'Daughter' of sorts to Tommy Dizzario,mob boss,and on the run. Black hair down to her waist and intuitive green eyes.
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Gambit's Hotel, 2nd Floor
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DreamingForever
Description
Hair color: Black
Eyes color: Green
Height: Five foot one
Weight: 110
Age: Twenty
Personality
Stubborn and childish, Jacey will most likely stick her tongue out at you/punch you in the shoulder when she is commanded. A sarcastic sense of humor leaves her seeming bitter and rather angry inside. She enjoys sticking her nose in other people's business and offering advice, even when it isn't wanted. If you are looking for a pity party, get the hell away. She isn't your therapist and she damn well doesn't want to be.
Equipment
Weapons: Whatever she can steal from your pockets.
History
Jacey was abandon in an Ally-way at the age of four in Chicago, Illinois. A group of thugs attempted to beat and kill the little girl, but hardly got past raising their fists when mob boss Tommy Dizzario stumbled upon them. After scaring away the thugs, he brought the child ‘home’ with him. His fellow mob members didn’t understand why he’d saved her, but Tommy had a plan. He’d train the kid on the ways of the mob and leave someone to take his place after he died. Tommy taught Jacey how to defend herself, how to survive, and most importantly: never trust anyone. Jacey’s first kill was when she was ten years old and from there on she killed constantly. She craved her father’s approval more than anything in the world.
Growing up, Jacey was respected in the mob circle because of her father's position. However, when Tommy died when Jacey was 15, the people she’d seen as family suddenly turned against her because she was officially the new Mob Boss. Rumor around the streets is that the mob is still looking for her all these years later for reasons unknown.
So begins...
Jacey Dizzario's Story
Jacey Dizzario She glared at Fletcher. "Seriously, shut the hell up." She raised an eyebrow at Cloasse. "Well why did you ask me if you were just going to answer it yourself? I mean, I can tell your crazy, but good job proving it."
Jacey Dizzario Turned to Hans and smiled. The smile was stressed but a smile none-the-less. "Its fine, Hans. She doesn't like me. I don't know why but I'm not going to take her shit."
Jacey Dizzario "Well when you add your little comments about me, I'm going to fucking jump into your conversations! I'm not going to let you make snide remarks with me right here. Your pissed off at me because I know you love him. I know you can't STAND that thought of him with Gina or being with any other girl! It fucking tears your heart out one string at a time! Well don't take it out on me."
Jacey Dizzario Jacey turned towards Fletcher and Hans. "Bye guys, I need some air. When the bitch is gone you give me a call." She looked at Hans and smiled "Don't get to wasted, eh?" She winked and walked out of the bar doors.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Wing City
Jacey Dizzario walks in, glancing around the packed bar she let out a long sigh. No one was around, at least that she knew. She felt utterly alone. She took a seat and ordered her usual Cola.
Jacey Dizzario Pales as she realized that Gina, a crazed murderer, was looking for her. It was never a good sign for a crazy bitch to know you by name, espically one who was dating Fletcher. She had to be insane to deal with his shit twenty-four seven.
"Depends, who wants to know?" she asked in a brave voice. She was fucking scared shitless, but she wouldn't show it.
'I wonder if she'll cut my arm off to get me out of the door like she did to the child molester.' She shuddered.
"Depends, who wants to know?" she asked in a brave voice. She was fucking scared shitless, but she wouldn't show it.
'I wonder if she'll cut my arm off to get me out of the door like she did to the child molester.' She shuddered.
Jacey Dizzario looked terrified. Had Jimmie sent after her? She knew Gina could snap her like a twig and she couldn’t run. She had watched her yesterday. She knew how lethal Gina could be and running would be a bad choice. She decided to play stupid. She squared her shoulders in a defiant manner.
“Well since you know me, could I know who you are? And why you’re looking for me if you don’t mind.” She bit her lip and brushed her black bangs out of her line of sight. If it did come down to a fight, which she hoped to God it wouldn’t, she would not lessen her chance by having her hair blocking her sight.
She leaned back in her stool, desperate to get away. She wondered in a passing thought if Fletcher knew Gina was going to kill her.
“Well since you know me, could I know who you are? And why you’re looking for me if you don’t mind.” She bit her lip and brushed her black bangs out of her line of sight. If it did come down to a fight, which she hoped to God it wouldn’t, she would not lessen her chance by having her hair blocking her sight.
She leaned back in her stool, desperate to get away. She wondered in a passing thought if Fletcher knew Gina was going to kill her.
Jacey Dizzario Jacey felt fear and pushed it back. She would simply convince Gina, somehow, that killing her wasn’t a good idea.
“I’m sorry to seem rude, I really am. I just…” she stared down at the counter, “I knew you were here to kill me. Jimmie sent you. But I don’t… I don’t want to die.” She looked up at Gina, green eyes begging for her to keep her life.
Jacey would not delude herself, she knew she would be killed easily. No remorse, no one to care she was gone. She pushed back images of Fletcher, Hans, Liam, and Liesha. The only people she would save over herself. She realized she didn’t know much about any of them but they were all she had.
“I’m sorry to seem rude, I really am. I just…” she stared down at the counter, “I knew you were here to kill me. Jimmie sent you. But I don’t… I don’t want to die.” She looked up at Gina, green eyes begging for her to keep her life.
Jacey would not delude herself, she knew she would be killed easily. No remorse, no one to care she was gone. She pushed back images of Fletcher, Hans, Liam, and Liesha. The only people she would save over herself. She realized she didn’t know much about any of them but they were all she had.
Jacey Dizzario She let out a chuckle against her will. One moment she was supposed to die, the other she was being complimented on her hair. She grinned at Gina “Thanks, I appreciate that. I just use whatever I can find. My parents,” she took a deep shuddering breath, “must have had amazing hair. I don’t do enough to actually keep it this nice.”
She examined the girl’s hair with bright eyes, finding it soothing to talk about something so mundane. Her days consisted of hiding, bothering Fletcher, hiding, eating, bothering anyone around the bar, and-yep you guessed it- hiding. “I like your hair. A lot. Its so spunky and full of life… kind of like you seem to be. How does someone like you, so full of happiness, end up killing?”
She examined the girl’s hair with bright eyes, finding it soothing to talk about something so mundane. Her days consisted of hiding, bothering Fletcher, hiding, eating, bothering anyone around the bar, and-yep you guessed it- hiding. “I like your hair. A lot. Its so spunky and full of life… kind of like you seem to be. How does someone like you, so full of happiness, end up killing?”
Jacey Dizzario She stared hard at Gina as she realized she really should be dead. She was a killer, a terrible person. She couldn't very well defend her own life when she KNEW she should die.
"I..." She hung her head. "I'm a killer. Much like yourself. I was told ot kill and I never questioned it. I was but a ten year old the first time, of course I wouldn't question it. He was all I had. He was my father."
How Could she so calmly discuss her own murder? And if Jimmie hadn’t hired her, who had? “Do you know who hired you? I’m simply curious as to who ELSE would want me dead.” She ran a hand through her long hair, eyes wary. She had assumed only Jimmie and possibly her own mob family could want her dead. Who else could want that?
"I was never a child. I never played with toys, had crushes, had a first kiss... I killed. And I was damn good at it. One of the best."
"I..." She hung her head. "I'm a killer. Much like yourself. I was told ot kill and I never questioned it. I was but a ten year old the first time, of course I wouldn't question it. He was all I had. He was my father."
How Could she so calmly discuss her own murder? And if Jimmie hadn’t hired her, who had? “Do you know who hired you? I’m simply curious as to who ELSE would want me dead.” She ran a hand through her long hair, eyes wary. She had assumed only Jimmie and possibly her own mob family could want her dead. Who else could want that?
"I was never a child. I never played with toys, had crushes, had a first kiss... I killed. And I was damn good at it. One of the best."
Jacey Dizzario Jacey rolled her eyes and shrugged once. "Pathetic? Damn, add insult to injury." She grinned but the smile quickly left.
She didn't know how to answer. She was a killer, she obviously deserved to die. But she had never had a choice. She could never make her own choices. She would have been a happy child, one who had a bright future. But fate was a bitch and this is where it led her.
"Do YOU deserve to die? You kill, everyday I'm assuming. We arent any different. You kill by hire and I killed by orders. What do you think I should say? I would like your honest opinion. From what you have seen, do I deserve to die?" She asked, voice wavering.
She didn't know how to answer. She was a killer, she obviously deserved to die. But she had never had a choice. She could never make her own choices. She would have been a happy child, one who had a bright future. But fate was a bitch and this is where it led her.
"Do YOU deserve to die? You kill, everyday I'm assuming. We arent any different. You kill by hire and I killed by orders. What do you think I should say? I would like your honest opinion. From what you have seen, do I deserve to die?" She asked, voice wavering.
Jacey Dizzario Jacey smiled, not in a condescending manner, but in a way that said ‘I understand.’
“You kill people. I kill people. We aren’t that different. The thing that makes us different is that you kill what you see as ‘bad guys’. I killed what I was told to kill. If you consider killing me you might as well kill yourself.”
Her green eyes held only sincere feelings and her regularly pale face was ashy. She continued in a strong voice, “I haven’t killed in about a year, ever since I left the mob. I’ve tried to be a good person."
“You kill people. I kill people. We aren’t that different. The thing that makes us different is that you kill what you see as ‘bad guys’. I killed what I was told to kill. If you consider killing me you might as well kill yourself.”
Her green eyes held only sincere feelings and her regularly pale face was ashy. She continued in a strong voice, “I haven’t killed in about a year, ever since I left the mob. I’ve tried to be a good person."
Jacey Dizzario Jacey shook her head in confusion. "Nice to meet you to. And I havent eaten a real meal in a few days." She paused and bit her lip. "So are you taking the job?" She assumed tha, had Gina decided to take the job, she'd be dead.
Jacey Dizzario Jacey smiled soflty at her motherly concern. "I've just been rather... busy, you could say."
What the hell was with this woman? She avoided all her questions, responded with questions, and seemed to be more than just a little 'off her rocker'. She knew she was insane, Fletcher had told her so, but this was crazy.
"I love food, more than I should really. I'm a pretty good cook I just don't have anytime. Or a place to cook." She smiled cheerfully. It was easy to forget this woman could kill her in the blink of an eye. She was just so... loveable. In the crazy, Im going to kill you, kind of way.
What the hell was with this woman? She avoided all her questions, responded with questions, and seemed to be more than just a little 'off her rocker'. She knew she was insane, Fletcher had told her so, but this was crazy.
"I love food, more than I should really. I'm a pretty good cook I just don't have anytime. Or a place to cook." She smiled cheerfully. It was easy to forget this woman could kill her in the blink of an eye. She was just so... loveable. In the crazy, Im going to kill you, kind of way.
Jacey Dizzario Jacey gaped at her. She was a unique lady and Jacey could find herself growing fond of her. That was, if she wasn't dead.
"Ma'am, I couldn't have you do that! I-" she paused when she smelt the burger patty sizzling away on the stove. It couldn't hurt for her to accept this woman's kindness. She didn't know how long it'd last but she could only hope it wouldn't get Jacey killed.
"Ma'am, I couldn't have you do that! I-" she paused when she smelt the burger patty sizzling away on the stove. It couldn't hurt for her to accept this woman's kindness. She didn't know how long it'd last but she could only hope it wouldn't get Jacey killed.
The setting changes from Wing City to Gambit's Bar
Jacey Dizzario She nodded in a agreement and her black hair fell in front of her eyes, once again. She let out an angry groan and shoved it out of the way. "I might just cut my hair short, it is always getting in my way." As she spoke, another tendril fell in front of her green eyes. She huffed but made no move to fix it.
Jacey Dizzario She smiled soflty and reached a small hand up to his hair. She ruffled it and bit her lip. She pulled her hand away and blushed. "I-I'm sorry, I don't knwo what came over me." She blushed a deeper color and looked towards the table.
Jacey Dizzario She nodded and mumble out, "Yes well... I like it that way..." She blushed and sipped at her cola. "So how are you today?" She said louder than her previous mumblings.
She was an idiot! How could she just throw herself at him?
She shook her head and stared at him from the corner of her eye. He was well built, but not exceedingly so. He looked to be around her age but looks could be decieving. She found him quite handsome but she would never act on it. Not after she had made a fool out of herself.
She was an idiot! How could she just throw herself at him?
She shook her head and stared at him from the corner of her eye. He was well built, but not exceedingly so. He looked to be around her age but looks could be decieving. She found him quite handsome but she would never act on it. Not after she had made a fool out of herself.