"I always like to win. But I'm the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don't have anything."
- Venus Williams
Name: Alaura Dawn Aset Santoro
Nickname: Dawn, Miss A, Lala (only by her husband), A.
Age: 23 years young.
Sexuality: Pansexual. ⚤
Race/Ethnicity: Italian, Irish, and Native American.
Birth Date: February 24th
Occupation: Elementary school teacher.
Relationship status: Married.
Likes:
☑ Children
☑ Her Family
☑ Education
☑ Apples
☑ Painting
Dislikes:
☒ Child abuse
☒ Orange (the color)
☒ Graveyards
☒ Smoking/Drinking/Drugs
☒ Lawyers
Fears:
! Aichmophobia [Fear of needles]
! Apiphobia [Fear of bees]
! Hypsiphobia [Fear of heights]
Hobbies:
⚓ Painting
⚓ Jogging
Personality:
Alaura is, in a word, motherly. She is always willing to lend an extra hand, even if it's to a complete stranger. She doesn't have much, but what she does she is willing to give for the happiness of others. Like the Egyptian goddess Isis, she has a deep and ever growing love of children which is why she became an elementary teacher. Miss A, as her students call her, is very caring and patient. She'd have to be- working with children all day! For Alaura it just comes naturally, she doesn't have to try not to lose her temper because she always has it well under control. She is a soft-spoken and intelligent woman, who enjoys a challenge. Alaura is always willing to try new things, and looking for new ways to engage her students. Children--the future, that's where her priorities always fall, including her son whom she deeply cherishes. As a teacher she is enthusiastic, with a good sense of humor. As a wife, she is compassionate, trusting, understanding and loyal.
Alaura often feels like her husband and son are all she has in the world, which can make her a little overprotective sometimes. She can come across as a push over, all rainbows and sunshine, but deeper than that she is genuinely a good person. When crossed, she can be almost comical- not wanting to raise her voice or say anything to hurt anyone. Cussing is completely out of her character. Lying is never easy for her, but she will if it is to protect her family or students. She's very creative, and her favorite subject to teach is art. At least.. that's the Alaura everyone knows and loves. On the inside, she's a quiet woman with slight OCD, who feels trapped and guilty. She’s never been on the wrong side of the law before, and she certainly had no idea what she was marrying into when she said ”I do.”
Motherly || Caring || Outgoing ||Intelligent || Softspoken || Patient || Understanding || Enthusiastic || OCD || Calm || Good sense of humor || Terrible liar || Responsible
Family:
Giovanni Santoro | Husband
Alphonso Santoro | Son
History:
Joseph Aset, was a tall, strong man with dark hair. He worked as a police officer for years, protecting the city from outsiders and residents. He was a quirky man, with a wonderful sense of humor and a love of the arts. He was on a standard day of patrolling when he came across the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her name was Evangeline Guthrie, a petite woman with large doe brown eyes. She had just moved from Egypt, where she grew up along the Nile. Now, many people do not believe in love at first sight, but this was it-- real and true. Her father knew the moment he laid eyes on her, that she was the one. After months of asking, she finally agreed to let him take her out on a date. Two years and a beautiful wedding later, their first child was born. Alaura Dawn Aset. She was the pride and joy of her parents, and the apple of her mother's eye. Every night, Evangeline would sing Alaura to sleep with songs of her home land.
When Alaura was two, her father quit his police job and opened a bakery with her mother. Alaura enjoyed the spoils of being an only child until she was four years old, when her younger sister was born. Unlike a lot of children, Alaura was thrilled to have a baby sister. She was so excited, and proud of be Jade's older sister. Over the years, Alaura taught her everything she knew; wanting to be just like their mother. When Alaura was sixteen her father let her drive the family van. Everyone was inside, so of course her mother was nervous. "Just take it slow, little bird," her mother called from the back seat. She was nervous. Everything was going so smoothly, everything was perfect... until they crossed the bridge that led to their family's home. A herd of cattle had somehow broken free from their fence, and stormed onto the road. "Dad!" she screamed, slamming on the breaks. There was a little boy, thirteen years old, standing in front of the cows, waving his arms to signal for her to stop. Panicked, because she was driving too fast to stop the van in time, she swerved.
The minivan crushed through the wooden railings of the bridge, and plummeted into the river below. She woke up in the hospital two weeks later. Her father sat by her bed. He looked tired, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Papa?" She struggled to sit up, but a throbbing in her head sent her back onto the bed. She was told later that she had nearly drowned trying to save her baby sister from the back seat, and the concussion she received had put her into a coma. Their mother, born by the edge of the Nile river, was claimed by the water. Drowned, and her younger sister along with her. They told her there was nothing they could have done, but Alaura still blamed herself. If she had paid more attention, maybe... if she had breaked sooner, if she had just run over the boy instead of swerving... If only.
As the years went on, Alaura took on the role her mother had played. Getting herself up, dressed, and ready for school every day. She left for college a year early, thanks to good grades. She went to school at a university near by, and got her teaching degree. She moved to the city when she was twenty. Her father still lives in her childhood home, a cosy house by the riverside just across the bridge. He's older now, and spends his days in the bakery. Alaura lived in a small apartment for a long time, traveling back and forth to her job. It was one evening as she was walking home that she ran into a dashing stranger. No, I mean literally. Her coffee and bagel went all over him- the poor guy. Embarrassed to no end, she immediate burst into a slew of apologies. She didn’t know it then, but that young man would become her husband just six months down the road. She became pregnant two months after they were married. She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Alphonso Santoro. Al for short.
Everything was happening so quickly, but there was no stopping it. Of course, she was introduced to the family- an odd group of Italians who were extremely tight-lipped. After the baby was born she started to notice things. Giovanni would be out for all hours of the night and come home with mud, blood, and other debris on his clothing. She didn’t dare ask. She had assumed he was being unfaithful, but it wasn’t long before the truth came out. Came out in the form of her apartment being shot up by a rival gang.
Giovanni’s father insisted she move into the Santoro apartments after that, claiming that his grandson would not be safe anywhere else. So, of course she did. You don’t argue with a man like Don Santor- you just smile politely and agree. So Alaura and Al moved into the Santoro apartments with Giovanni. That’s when the truth was ultimately explained to her. Over the course of the next three years she tried her best to ignore the world she had been thrust into. Every now and again she would be asked to do this, that, or the other- and who was she to say no? The Santoros were her family now. She loved her husband, and she loved her son… she could never leave Gio. So, there was only one thing to do: accept that she was officially a Mafia Wife.
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Giovanni Santoro | Husband
Alphonso Santoro | Son
History:
Joseph Aset, was a tall, strong man with dark hair. He worked as a police officer for years, protecting the city from outsiders and residents. He was a quirky man, with a wonderful sense of humor and a love of the arts. He was on a standard day of patrolling when he came across the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her name was Evangeline Guthrie, a petite woman with large doe brown eyes. She had just moved from Egypt, where she grew up along the Nile. Now, many people do not believe in love at first sight, but this was it-- real and true. Her father knew the moment he laid eyes on her, that she was the one. After months of asking, she finally agreed to let him take her out on a date. Two years and a beautiful wedding later, their first child was born. Alaura Dawn Aset. She was the pride and joy of her parents, and the apple of her mother's eye. Every night, Evangeline would sing Alaura to sleep with songs of her home land.
When Alaura was two, her father quit his police job and opened a bakery with her mother. Alaura enjoyed the spoils of being an only child until she was four years old, when her younger sister was born. Unlike a lot of children, Alaura was thrilled to have a baby sister. She was so excited, and proud of be Jade's older sister. Over the years, Alaura taught her everything she knew; wanting to be just like their mother. When Alaura was sixteen her father let her drive the family van. Everyone was inside, so of course her mother was nervous. "Just take it slow, little bird," her mother called from the back seat. She was nervous. Everything was going so smoothly, everything was perfect... until they crossed the bridge that led to their family's home. A herd of cattle had somehow broken free from their fence, and stormed onto the road. "Dad!" she screamed, slamming on the breaks. There was a little boy, thirteen years old, standing in front of the cows, waving his arms to signal for her to stop. Panicked, because she was driving too fast to stop the van in time, she swerved.
The minivan crushed through the wooden railings of the bridge, and plummeted into the river below. She woke up in the hospital two weeks later. Her father sat by her bed. He looked tired, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Papa?" She struggled to sit up, but a throbbing in her head sent her back onto the bed. She was told later that she had nearly drowned trying to save her baby sister from the back seat, and the concussion she received had put her into a coma. Their mother, born by the edge of the Nile river, was claimed by the water. Drowned, and her younger sister along with her. They told her there was nothing they could have done, but Alaura still blamed herself. If she had paid more attention, maybe... if she had breaked sooner, if she had just run over the boy instead of swerving... If only.
As the years went on, Alaura took on the role her mother had played. Getting herself up, dressed, and ready for school every day. She left for college a year early, thanks to good grades. She went to school at a university near by, and got her teaching degree. She moved to the city when she was twenty. Her father still lives in her childhood home, a cosy house by the riverside just across the bridge. He's older now, and spends his days in the bakery. Alaura lived in a small apartment for a long time, traveling back and forth to her job. It was one evening as she was walking home that she ran into a dashing stranger. No, I mean literally. Her coffee and bagel went all over him- the poor guy. Embarrassed to no end, she immediate burst into a slew of apologies. She didn’t know it then, but that young man would become her husband just six months down the road. She became pregnant two months after they were married. She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Alphonso Santoro. Al for short.
Everything was happening so quickly, but there was no stopping it. Of course, she was introduced to the family- an odd group of Italians who were extremely tight-lipped. After the baby was born she started to notice things. Giovanni would be out for all hours of the night and come home with mud, blood, and other debris on his clothing. She didn’t dare ask. She had assumed he was being unfaithful, but it wasn’t long before the truth came out. Came out in the form of her apartment being shot up by a rival gang.
Giovanni’s father insisted she move into the Santoro apartments after that, claiming that his grandson would not be safe anywhere else. So, of course she did. You don’t argue with a man like Don Santor- you just smile politely and agree. So Alaura and Al moved into the Santoro apartments with Giovanni. That’s when the truth was ultimately explained to her. Over the course of the next three years she tried her best to ignore the world she had been thrust into. Every now and again she would be asked to do this, that, or the other- and who was she to say no? The Santoros were her family now. She loved her husband, and she loved her son… she could never leave Gio. So, there was only one thing to do: accept that she was officially a Mafia Wife.
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