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Bianca A. Mattenelli

The curious civilian.

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a character in “When Bitten”, as played by thesatellites

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The average people leading their average lives in Gennstown.

Description

- BIANCA ALESSIA MATTENELLI -
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GENDER:
Female

AGE:
Nineteen

HEIGHT:
5"8

WEIGHT:
142 lb.

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EYE COLOR:
Pale grey

HAIR COLOR:
Dirty blonde

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ETHNICITY:
Italian-American

SKIN TONE/COLOR:
Dark olive

BUILD:
Athletic, tall, lean, long-legged, curvy


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OCCUPATION:
Employee at "As the Page Turns" a local book store

FAMILY/KIN/IMPORTANT FRIENDS:
Her mother Angela Maria Mattenelli and her father Giovanni Luigi Sr. She is the youngest of all her siblings, the eldest of which is her only sister followed by her three brothers and a surplus of cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, etc.
Bianca has many friends, but tends to keep to herself since the first killing because the victim was a friend she used to go to school with.

SOCIAL STATUS:
Single

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PERSONALITY:
Bianca is a very average young adult. She enjoys peace and quiet, which is why she works at the book store where she can relax with all the fiction! However, Bianca also has a knack for adventure and a curiosity that will certainly kill the cat. She can't help but get caught up in the killing, and is very determined to lead her own investigation into who or what killed Elizabeth Rudwell. She makes frequent visits to the sheriff's office and can be found hanging around the scene of the crime with her notepad and reading about serial killers in the book store in which she works. Bianca, although she is a very intelligent girl, she is also very impulsive and it tends to put her in some pretty dangerous situations. She is a quick thinker and can talk her way out of almost any problem, as well as being a very good liar.

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HISTORY:
Bianca has an average upbringing. She lives on her own and plans on attending Gennstown University for a pysche major in the next year or so. Her parents still live in New York a state or two over, and Bianca moved to Gennstown because of it's solitude and rich history.

OTHER:
None.

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So begins...

Bianca A. Mattenelli's Story

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Character Portrait: Leon T. Masters Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli

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LEON MASTERS

Leon pushed his hands into his pockets. He was walking down the quiet Gennstown street. The chill of the early autumn breeze send goosepumps up and down his lean, muscled arms. The old red brick sidewalk was crumbling and cracking, having had no matinence of any recent form to up keep the paths through the small town. A few cars whizzed by every once in a while, but everything was relatively quiet. It was just past noontime, about 1 o'clock. The sun was blotted out by thick, light grey clouds that stretched, unwavering, across the whole sky, turning it a pale silver color, ominous by any means, perhaps to promise rain at some point.

Leo's feet were subconsiously following the street sidewalk, passing block after block in a mindless, yet somehow deliberate way. He knew where he was heading, but did not necessarily think of it as he walked. Soon, as he approached one of the further sides of town, he caught a glimpse of bright yellow police tape just ahead. He knew all too well its purpose.

That was why the town was so silent as of late. Just beyond the yellow tape and steady stream of police cars was a terrible crime that shook the little, otherwise quiet, town to its roots. The brutal murder of Elizabeth Rudwell. It was a mere week after the body had been found, and since word spread through the town, everyone seemed to be in a much more sombre, downcast mood with shifting eyes and jackets pulled tight. Speaking of which, Leo pulled his jacket a bit tigher around his own body, the wind breaker being the only actual barrier between his sensitivity to the cold and the bone-chilling breeze that sent rotting autumn leaves in little tornados through the nearly-vacant streets.

Leo marched out through the cornfield where the blocked off section of yellow police tape remained. Finally he stopped there and started in at the contents of the little ring of restricted tape. On the ground was a huge, disturbing spot of dried blood, at least a yard in width and two yards in height, staining the near-frozen ground. He shuddered slightly. Various other blood pools and spots where located in a close vicinity of the biggest one. As he stared in at the near-abandoned crime-scene, he noticed the imprints of what looked to be a canine paw print. Multiple ones surrounding the blood spots, and then leading off and disappearing into the nearby tree line. He frowned. He'd read about the pawprints in the newspaper. It had mentioned something about the wildlife specialists saying that they were dealing with a very large animal, far larger than anything known to live in Pennsylvania, perhaps a large wolf.



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BIANCA MATTENELLI

Bianca clamoured down the street, her big, black leather tote hooked around her elbow as her long legs scissored, her long strides reduced to smaller, quicker steps in a sort of a jog. She was late for work. She's left As the Page Turns, the small, local bookstore, to get lunch and ended up going back to her apartment and sticking her head back into her books and notes. Bianca had a profound interest in the recent killing of local promqueen and beauty icon Elizabeth Rudwell. She loved mysteries, and although this one was brutual and sad and personal, it just gave her a bigger drive to get to the bottom of it.

Being the persuasive, persistent, and highly intelligent girl that she was, Bianca never let the officers at the sheriff's department alone, always insisting on copies of their autopsy reports and crime scene analysis files, etc. etc. etc. She had been preforming her own side-line investigation into the homicide of the local high-schooler and friend. She hung around the crime scene on a regular basis, taking pictures of her own and hounding officers for facts and discoveries until she was shoo-ed away by the leading detectives, who had become very accustomed to her appearances and inerest in the case.

Bianca threw open the door of the little book store, the bell overhead jingling to announce her arrival, although in case that was not enough, "I'm back," she announced, making her way behind the front counter to set her stuff behind it. She slipped her black, quilted faux-leather jacket off of her slender shoulders and onto the spinny chair she usually sat upon when she worked front desk. It was a small opperation, with Bianca, Arturo DeGari (the co-owner) and the formal owner who rarely really made appearances. So it was mostly a two-man staff, not that Bianca minded. She liked to peace and quiet and enjoyed the company of the books and her mysterious boss, Mr. Arturo DeGari.

She peeked into one of the aisles, then into another. "Arturo?" She called softly, so not to disturb a person browsing and reading the merchandise.

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Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli Character Portrait: John B. West

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John browsed through the books in As The Page Turns. Nothing he saw really interested him. It was all books about rabbits and steel for some reason. He was curious as to why this store seemed to lack books that that came out after the mid-eighties. He wondered if they just hadn't been able to restock since then.

John was here to simply blow off some steam. He had spent the last couple of days focusing the majority of his attention on gathering information about the recent death of Elizabeth Ruddwell. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to break any new ground and it was beginning to get on his nerves. He had only been given minimum access to the crime scene and Elizabeth's parent's refused an interview. Even the reporter for the town's half-rate newspaper The Gennstown Owl was getting more information than John was. John knew he had to get more dirt on this case or else he may be out of a job. John was no stranger to playing by your own rules to get the information you need. John slowly pushed thoughts of news and truth to the back of his mind. Right now, he needed to relax.

John continued browsing through books when a girl slightly younger than himself walked into the store. John ignored her for the most part. She seemed to be working in the store. She began peeking down the aisles looking for someone named Arturo. John continued to browse for a while before something caught his eye. The book was about myths and legends of the area. It was buried behind three books about the importance of the proper diet for a rabbit, but it was there. John happily grabbed it and brought it to the counter. Neither the young girl nor her boss were at the register. There a bell on the counter. John ringed it and patiently waited for service.

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Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli Character Portrait: John B. West

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Arturo picked up the last of the boxes filled with books that had been delivered to the store, putting the boxes on the floor he rested on the boxes as he looked over the new stock list. It was always good to have new books, but the older books had much more character even if they had no interest in this modern world.

He shook hand with the driver placing a ten dollar bill in his pocket, " Thank you very much, see you soon" he flashed a smile and checked his watch. Bianca should have been back from her lunch now, that girl was always trying to investigate something or learn new facts from books. Arturo couldn't help but smile, she was a lovely girl and a hard worker even if business was slow some days she was great to talk too.

His sensitive hearing picked up the high pitched ring of the store's bell, so either a new customer had entered or Bianca had returned. Looking around he picked up the large boxes with ease setting them down at the back of the store, where new books were stored and antique books were kept since they had value.

Brushing down his shirt he entered the store, sniffing he picked up Bianca's scent as well a customer who had been looking around for about ten minutes while Arturo was sorting out the delivery.

"Bianca, dove sei stato? Ti ho dato un'ora per il pranzo. non sei stato dal sito di nuovo vero? Consegna sul retro, vuoi organizzare i nuovi libri per me mentre io vedo a questo signore?"
(Bianca, where have you been? I gave you an hour for lunch. you haven't been by the site again have you? Delivery out back, would you organise the new books for me while I see to this gentleman?)

He smiled at the man " Good Afternoon Sir, How are you?. Anything else I can help you with today?" He looked down at the book that he had selected, his face ever so slightly confused where did he find that boo? it must have been in the wrong section. Picking up the book he checked the price and added " That will be $3 please." He smiled again.

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Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli

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BIANCA MATTENELLI

Bianca's head poked out as she heard the back door shut. In came Arturo, and she smiled in greeting. He spoke to her in Italian, their native language. Although she generally spoke English, sometimes it was a breath of fresh air to here her own mother language, something far more private than the universially spoken English language which everyone understood. Italian was special to her, private language, private thoughts.

She groaned, quietly, when she was told to go organize the newest shipment. "Va bene, va bene..." (Okay, okay...) She started to head towards the back, but she turned her head as she watched a man who appeared to be older than her, burt perhaps it was just the slightly wrinkles and edgy looks that made her seem older than he probably was. She studied the book in his hand, something about legends of the area. Her head tilted slightly, with interest. She was totally into all that stuff, supernatural, urban legends, myths, etc. She shook off her distraction and headed back to the newest shipment.

Bianca crouched and removed the packaging tape from the boxes, taking off the lids and remocing the contents. All genres, all types. Lots of books. "Libri e libri e libri ovunque!.." (Books and books and books everywhere!..) She murmured softly, checking the tiltes and putting them together by genre, publication date, and author. "Hmm... Looky here." She plucked a title out of the bottom of one of the stacks. Supernatural Species, by J. L. Hidgens. "Arturo," she poked her head out once more, he was with a customer. The same one who'd taken the book of local legends. "I think we may have been shipped a collezione di libri sbagliato." (A wrong book set.)

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Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli Character Portrait: John B. West

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Arturo listened to the man as he explained what he was doing around the town, yet another investigator to the town why don't they just leave the poor girl alone. Arturo wouldn't get involved with the werewolf responsible if he found out, unless he or she was going to harm the people he cared about. Although anybody could be next and if it was a Vargulf then no one was really safe, Vargulfs could not be controlled or reasoned with.

When he was asked about the young girls passing. Arturo shrugged lightly " I'm afraid I only hear what people tell me, most people are saying that it is a wolf, there are a few in the area because of the woods surrounding the town. But wolves are pack animals, most won't attack humans unless they step on the packs territory or if they are provoked. So a lone wolf attack in certainly strange. I did hear a rumour of a really wealthy scientist who injected a wolf with a powerful steriod and the wolf got out killing the scientist and escaping out into the woods and ended up mating with other wolves and made a powerful mix. But of course it's just a rumour, but we all have to start somewhere. Good luck with investigating sir and have a good day" Arturo smiled " perhaps you will find an answer in your book, you never know" he handed the book back to the man.

Looking over to Bianca as she called him over to the book she had begun to unpack, walking over to her he looked at the book set.

"sì, è l'ordine giusto, perché non dare un'occhiata a quelli?, ottenere la vostra mente di cercare di assassini e mascalzoni, sì?"
(Yeah, it's the right order, why don't you take a look at those? Get your mind of looking for the assasins and the murders, yeah?)

He chuckled softly and looked through the books, picking up the list he looked at the rest of the boxes taking off the tape he found another set of fantasy books. People were certainly strange when it came to books choices, there was a few factual books too.

" People don't really read romances or adventures any more do they? It's all girly vampires and super buff werewolves." Arturo laughed softly and sat down flicking through one of the books.

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Character Portrait: Leon T. Masters Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli Character Portrait: Eleanor Lily Rowell

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BIANCA MATTENELLI

Bianca followed him back, knealing down as well to unpack the books, sorting by genre. She smiled a brilliant white smile when he mentioned girly vampires and super buff werewolves. "Hey, I like me some super buff werewolves, I'm not gonna lie," she said, flipping through yet another edition of The Twilight Saga. She set the book down with the other copies in their individual pile. "But I do like mysteries more than anything, I'd say," she glanced at Arturo. "Just like the mystery here. Elizabeth's mystery." She brushed some long, dirty blonde hair away from her face, shifting into a seated position with her legs crossed Indian-style before her.

"I heard you talking to that reporter guy. Do you believe any of those rumors that people are saying?" She tilted her head, her eyes following a fly the buzzed past her face. "I didn't even know that wolves lived around here." She got busy sorting through the books once more until they were all in their proper piles and categories.



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LEON MASTERS

Leo's sensitive hearing picked up the sound of Eleanor's footsteps long before she was even in sight. He didn't even have to turn his head, having already sensed her moving towards the police tape a few yards away from him. A little bit of distance, but not too far. He glanced over anyway, at the nagging of something peculiar at his nose. He did not recognize this auburn-haired girl, she was unfamiliar to him. Perhaps she was new in Gennstown, or a visiting reporter -- as many were now-a-days since Elizabeth's murder.

But that was not what caught Leo's attention. It was the way that Eleanor smelled, even from a distance. She smelled like pine trees and fresh snow, the exact way that he himself smelled. It was the distinct smell of a werewolf in their human body. He was alarmed for a second, his normally sleepy brown eyes widening slightly with surprise. He'd only ever known of one other werewolf in Gennstown. He wondered momentarily if those big, ominous wolf prints in the dirt could possibly belong to the paws of that girl's wolf. There wasn't a way to tell. Not now.

Leon backed up a few steps away from the tape, his eyes shifting away from Eleanor and back to the street as he made his way across the lonely, downcast cornfield and back to the tattered brick sidewalk. The sky was covered in a constant, endless expanse of grey clouds that threatened rain but had yet to deliver it.

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Character Portrait: Arturo DeGari Character Portrait: Bianca A. Mattenelli

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Arturo smiled at Bianca as she commented on liking super buff werewolves, Arturo couldn't help but chuckle. His head tilted to the side as she asked if he believe the rumours around the murder of the young girl. Bianca then commented about not knowing about the wolves in the area either.

Arturo stood up and walked to the back of the store putting on a pair of gloves and pulling out an old and aging book. Returning back to Bianca he opened up the book to a page covered in forest and a few wooden huts. " Now.." He began gesturing to the surrounding area " this book has a record of the land development from 1830 to 1980, this is in 1870 as you can see the forest was here long before we were. So this is the wolves territory" he flicked through the page and showed another picture with a little more of a town " this was when the steel refinery company came, as you can see there are more buildings and the start of a surrounding that would prevent the wolves from returning. And if we look at the town now, no wildlife except for in the forest. The wolves know to stay away. They probably wouldn't want to cause harm to the pack unless it is self defence." He closed the book and but it back in the special case from where he got it.

" I belive that things happen for a reason, I don't know if that girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time. We can only hope it doesn't happen again. Perhaps this was just the balance of predator and prey." He added as he took of the gloves. " as for the stories, I would rather hear the truth than a stretched out lie. "