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 gasped loudly. "A - A child? But I'm a child!" The young girl flailed her arms about.
Jacey Dizzario turned to stare at Bethany Jane and Uriel Spencer. She rushed over to their side, wooden sword drawn. "Release her, villian!" she cried out with a glare. What the seven year old planned on doing was unclear if he didn't listen.
Jacey Dizzario stumbled into the bar, eyes tracing over each patron. After seeing no one she knew, she hurried over to the bar counter, plopping down into a barstool.
Jacey Dizzario jumped slightly when she felt Sang Kyang touch her on the shoulder. She turned to stare at the man, raising an eyebrow in question. Why had this stranger touched her? Shrugging, she stood up and made her way over to his table. "Hello. Can I help you?"
Jacey Dizzario stared blankly at the man, not at all amused. "Ah ha. Ha ha. Pardon while I try to hold in my giggles." She rolled her eyes, dropping down into the seat across from him with a slight grin.
When she heard Kazen’s familiar voice, she glanced up quickly, hoping to catch his eye. He was obviously with friends and she didn’t plan on bothering him. Sighing, she turned back to stare at Sang.
When she heard Kazen’s familiar voice, she glanced up quickly, hoping to catch his eye. He was obviously with friends and she didn’t plan on bothering him. Sighing, she turned back to stare at Sang.
Jacey Dizzario shook her head. "Did you just... Did you just shout that out? God, you have no tact." Jacey laughed quietly. "Really, I think you need to learn how to talk to a lady."
Jacey Dizzario smiled at Sang Kyang, taking his offered hand. "Jacey no-last-name, all around badass." She chuckled, letting go of his hand. At the arrival of Stryfe, Jacey grinned. "Uh, hello." She offered a small wave in her direction before smiling up at Kazen. "Hey."
Jacey Dizzario grinned at his overuse of the word love. "I never should have told you that!" She scooted closer to him with a chuckle. "On the bright side, I remember how to get to you." Leaning up, she pressed a tiny kiss to his cheek. Pulling away, she added, "And I'm glad you're here. It's been far too long since I've seen you, Kazen. I was having withdrawals,” she joked.
Jacey Dizzario shook her head at his offering of smokes. "I don't smoke, Sang. Nor am I making out with Kazen. He has to work to get that." She grinned at the loud man across from her before turning back to Kazen. "Has it only been a few days? It felt like forever.” Jacey laughed again, brushing a strand of dark hair away from her face. “What have you been up to lately? Training with Anja?” Jacey asked with a curious look in her eye. “Anja seems like a really interesting person.”
Jacey Dizzario laughed. "Oh? Well I'll have to keep my eyes open for her so she can tell me all about your fights." At his next words, she shrugged casually. "Mason came back to visit me and to tell me he’d be back for the holidays.” She replied with a grin. “I’m glad he’ll be back for the holidays.”
Jacey Dizzario stumbled into the bar, eyes sweeping over each patron as she hurried over to the bar. Disappointment washed through her when no one stood out to her as great conversation. With a sigh, she plopped down onto a barstool, turning to face the bartender.
“Hey you,” she called out to the man working the bar. He looked up from whatever he was doing and raised an eyebrow in silent question. “A coke, if you don’t mind.” He nodded once before running off to fetch the coke out of the refrigerator.
“Hey you,” she called out to the man working the bar. He looked up from whatever he was doing and raised an eyebrow in silent question. “A coke, if you don’t mind.” He nodded once before running off to fetch the coke out of the refrigerator.
Jacey Dizzario stumbled into the bar, eyes passing over the patrons quickly as she wiped the blood off of her knife and onto a random patron’s shoulder. He turned and stared at her but she simply sent an innocent grin his way as she skipped to the barcounter, knife now hidden somewhere on her person.
“What can I getcha, ma’am?” A random tender asked.
Jacey plopped down onto her favorite barstool while replying, “Just a coke for me.” He nodded and quickly ran off to fill her order. While he was away, Jacey let herself check the bar once more for any problems. She’d… dispatched of the other men, but wasn’t sure if someone was following her.
“What can I getcha, ma’am?” A random tender asked.
Jacey plopped down onto her favorite barstool while replying, “Just a coke for me.” He nodded and quickly ran off to fill her order. While he was away, Jacey let herself check the bar once more for any problems. She’d… dispatched of the other men, but wasn’t sure if someone was following her.
Jacey Dizzario turned her head slightly when Tristan rolled up next to her, eyes subtly taking in his appearance and the wheelchair. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who would be sent after her in this type of situation… But it wasn’t because he was crippled. She could care less about that, to be honest. It was the fact that he was so… young. Barely looked eighteen, if that even.
“What was it, then? Heads or tails?” She remarked casually, not even turning to look at him as the bartender came and placed her coke on the counter.
“What can I getcha, sir?” He asked Tristan quietly.
“What was it, then? Heads or tails?” She remarked casually, not even turning to look at him as the bartender came and placed her coke on the counter.
“What can I getcha, sir?” He asked Tristan quietly.
Jacey Dizzario smirked at Tristan, finally turning to face him. “You basically just asked for water, kid. You can’t be older than…” She peered at him for a minute, raising the glass to her lips. “Sixteen.” She sipped at the beverage before setting it back down gently. “I’m Jacey.” She held out a tiny hand in the universal sign of a handshake.
Jacey Dizzario laughed, releasing his hand after a moment. “Yeah, I have a talent with age guessing. Well,” she added, “and reading people.” She stared at him, eyebrow raised. “You are hard to read, actually. Hmm.” Jacey kept eye contact for a moment longer before turning to sip at her coke. “And don’t worry about society crap. According to society I’m old enough to vote, but not old enough to drink.” She rolled her eyes and stared pointedly at her glass.