Katelyn

The DeMarco Syndicate

Name: Abigail Vercelli

Age: 28

Position: Underboss

History: Abigail was born from a night of misplaced passion between a strong Italian woman and a gangster from Cuba, her mother never really speaking much about her birth father, only pressing her to accept her step father, Luciano. Living in a world of poverty kept emotions high within the family, but Abby tried to contain her thoughts and reactions to set a better example for her little sister Concetta. After difficult times hit her step father’s business hard, the level-headed man picked up his small family and went looking for better opportunities – in the United States.

Due to the news that various factories were opening in the Northeast, Luciano moved his wife and two daughter to New York and began trying to rebuild what they’d once lost. His small grocery was just down the street from a large clothing factory and plastics factory, so success was once again his, but it was short lived as the stock market crash of 1929 came in and swept away dreams and savings accounts. Racism was on the rise and people were looking everywhere for someone to take their rage and regrets out on, the Cuban and Italian populations often the namesake for all that occurred and would.

With no income coming into the family and everyone still needing to eat, Abigail took a job with her best friend’s father, Freddie DeMarco. His syndicate was knee deep in every profit that was made within the confines of New York and Abby fit in perfect with her manipulation skills and beautiful face. She worked odd jobs for him, her parents still believing her to be in school until her father caught her one day with a her knee in someone’s chest and a gun in the man’s face. That day forever changed everything and Mr. DeMarco helped her start a new life in Miami and never look back. Ten years later she couldn’t be more in her element and now has the opportunity to bring her sister into this successfully twisted way of life.

The DeMarco Syndicate

Nart - the classy as ever Al Pacino. Put "Real Estate" at the front of your long list of places you run for us... nice job - accepted.

Fab - sounds good

X - Very nice... love it.

I'm working on my Under Boss now.

So we have our Enforcer, our Consig, RE Capo, Arms Capo, Underboss and the crazy Triad Mafia. Looks great so far. I'll post likely open our IC tomorrow or Thursday at the very latest.

A Moment of Weakness (LaShana & Kate)

I'd be happy to. :) That's a great idea. I'll bring in a few scene's with Elle's brother and father as well. DRAMA!

A Dance in the Dark (Kefka Palazzo & Kate)

Yes well, I'm much prettier than him.

Posted my vampire. Post your wolf and then I'll post mine. :)

A Dance in the Dark (Kefka Palazzo & Kate)

Flashes of colored moved before her vision, the rest of the world settling into the darkness of night and praying for dreams that would erase a mundane reality, as she watched nothing and yet analyze everything. By her very nature she awaited calamity to befall her as it had done so many times in the past thousand years, the gods of chaos loving to berate her for the abomination that she was.

A breeze touched her hair, short wet strands refused to move but instead clung to her alabaster skin as electric blue eyes glazed over. She knelt at the top of the exclusive Grand Amaranz Hotel, her body appearing as one of the sculptures amongst many. She would need to feed before long, but the dense burn in her chest reminded her that she too needed something and was not free to be the God that most of her brethren believed themselves to be. Aseity is what she lacked and due that, she remained more humble than most.

The moon sat high in the sky and the occasional tribute was paid to it by those that she would hunt if only allowed to. Seemingly the idea of killing a wolf was only one held by those that wanted to enter into war with the other breed and yet Illeana dreamt of a world where emotions ran free and fighting or fucking was awarded with the spread of chill bumps down ones spine again, but the years had stolen her ability to truly feel anything. The breeze shifted and the musky smell of cologne drifted from the balcony, a middle aged man leaning over the edge with a glass of dark liquid in his hand and a look of contemplation in his gaze.

She slipped down the ledge, her hands carefully grasping a column for assistance as she let her feet touch the marble floor without sound. Her dark pants slid across her legs like a second skin, the silky black sleeveless shirt dipped low against her breasts and invited any onlooker to realize that she was confident in the very fact that she was astonishing to observe. His head lifted and she breathed in deeply as she walked toward him, the thick click of her boot the only sound to be heard at a distance so high in the sky. He straighten himself, turning to greet her as she continued her approach, his hand lifting into the air as if to give a toast.

“Lovely night, tonight, hmmm?” He spoke as if he’d know her for the breadth of his short lifetime. His American accent was telling, but it truly mattered not where he was from, or what his name was, or if he belonged to another. She wasn’t there to make friends or fall in love, though some night she wished that to be her reality.

“That it is. What is someone so well dressed and handsome doing standing alone in the cold of night when a party is just beyond the closed door?” She kept her look predatorial, not caring anymore if someone understood her to be frightful or not. Games were for the younger of her kind and she quickly wore thin of the veil of lies they all lived beneath.

“Ahhh… the party.” He looked over his shoulder toward the golden glow of the door and turned further toward her, his gaze crawling across her skin as she stopped her approach with a comfortable two feet between them. “I think there is more entertainment out here where the wind is blowing and the rain is dropping. Look at how beautiful the city is.” He looked back over the ledge and she almost hesitated to join him, wondering if her journey to feel wouldn’t be in denial of her needs.

The door opened and a boisterous blonde walked from the room, her voice loud and her words slurred from liquor. “Jimmy… who’s this? What are you doing out here? I thought we were getting a room.” The girl looked from Illeana to the male, her confusion palatable and his annoyance even more so.

Illena smiled at him and whispered ‘you’re welcome’ before moving at the speed of light toward the girl, picking her up and dropping the twenty two stories below, taking what she needed and letting the rushing water of the river below do the rest.

A Dance in the Dark (Kefka Palazzo & Kate)

Isn't that a bad thing? *Shivers and bites her nails*

A Moment of Weakness (LaShana & Kate)

I'm not okay with people speaking for or giving her expressions, but what you did was just move her with yourself. You never really took over her, which I'm completely cool with. :)

Deafening Silence (Yobo & Kate)

So we'll have my scientist helping people, but working for the military or coup to look for a cure as well. They will be hell bent on going after anyone with the virus, no matter the stages and she will be quick adamant that anyone not in stage 4 lets call it still deserves to live and has a chance of survival.

Disease: (bit like leprosy and tears down the humans ability to reason properly, which quickly aggregates into aggression, rage and a lack of morality)

Stage 1 - Slight mental incapacitation, like an acid trip
Stage 2 - Higher level of mental incapacitation and sores along the open orfaces of the body (nose, mouth, ears, genitals)
Stage 3 - Mildly aggressive and the appearance of something with leprosy, black out periods and mental instability
Stage 4 - Completely loss to humanity, skill cracked and covered in open sores, teeth and eyes infected and filled with mucus and highly aggressive without reason. (Similar to an animal attacking anything in sight)

Incubation period is different for people due to immunities created through harboring the chicken pox or swine flu and surviving. Because all medical records have been destroyed in the fall out, it is impossible to tell if someone has immunity without testing which is expensive and seemingly a waste of time. Due to random incubation periods, the disease was undiscovered at its creation and spreads through air, body fluids and eating infected animals.

The big cities on the east coast was nuked, and laid to nuclear wastelands. New York City, Philadelphia, Washington.
The government is in the Cheyanne Mountains which are located in the Mid-North US, near Canada.

Below the Surface (Reverie & Kate)

Short and sweet. We'll have them be long time bffs for the fun of it. :)

Below the Surface (Reverie & Kate)

Lizzy finished moving everything from her bed to the suitcase laid out on her bed, here fingers running over a few pieces of unsavory under garments and wondering if she should even bring them. To wear them meant that her and Tyler might finally move past the friend zone and the thought of that scared the hell out of her. However, the disappointment of bringing them and not wearing them would be worse. She picked them up and tossed the scrapes of lace in her bag and growled at her silliness.

This trip was about seeking and searching for the unknown, not flossing her ass with an enticement that might end with massive amounts of awkwardness. Zipping up her bag she reached down and grabbed two other ones and hauled them outside where Tyler was waiting, her father already talking with him.

She gave her mother a quick hug and jogged down to the car, carrying the smallest of the bags. "Daddy, would you grab my bags for me? So super heavy." She bounced her hair a little and smiled sweetly at him, the older man melting and chuckling as he walked away.

She looked at Tyler and squealed with excitement, a quick hug and she was slipping into the passengers side of the station wagon, a lovely smile on her mouth as she nodded. "I'm soooo excited. Let's drive until we get to the first place, not stopping for sleep if possible." She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a map that they had marked a few years before, planning to do this forever. A condom fell out on her shoe and she laughed softly picking it up and throwing it at him. "No raincoats for this trip, bebe... it's suppose to be a dry spell."