"Vengeance is one of life's great motivators."-
K.S. BrooksBack to the basicsNameCatalina Esperanza Marisol Castillo-Valdes
What I go by Santa Diabla
Age 30
GenderFemale
SexualityHeterosexual
Birth Date:March 2nd
TitleI’m the Boss, loyal and faithful to Bustamantes
The Reflection in the MirrorHeight5’7
Weight128 Pounds
Eye ColorBlue
Hair ColorBlack
EthnicityHispanic
Physical AppearanceA vision of pure loveliness, at least she would be if she didn’t look so wicked. Her piercing blue eyes sits charmingly on her diamond-shaped face. She is cursed with long and thick, jet-black hair which must always seek professional help tame. Tall with a lithe body and a sweet smile, though it's never true. Her cupid's bow, naturally pink coral-colored lips and flawless sun-kissed skin make her glow. Her make up is always light and neutral.
AttireShe not into loud, faddish trends. In fashion world is she known to be a Classic. She enjoys wearing simple, clean, and traditional pieces of the fashion world. She dresses conservatively than other women her age. Her wardrobe consists of only of neutrals; such as black, gray, navy blue and beige. Clean, straight lines dominates her closet. She also favors garments with soft draping and tops, jackets and dresses with a nipped waist. She prefers to keep her outfit simple, timeless and business-like.
Weaponry & SkillsStandard WeaponLos Bustamantes, no need to be when you have men ready to please.
SkillsThe luxurious and decadent life of hers gave birth to her very own signature: poisoning, as chemistry major; her brewing abilities were unspoken of. Going hand by hand with it, she mixed her own poison with perfume, creating a substance capable of paralyzing its victim in 60 seconds flat but not before turning them pinkish, leaving a heavy scent of roses leaving from the mouth like vapor.
Strengths- Fluent in multiple languages; Spanish, English, Portuguese, and Italian.
- Her knowledge of chemistry.
- Ability to prioritize, planning skills, well-organized, multitasking and assuming responsibilities and duties. In other words, can close multi-million deals, look flawless as a ‘good-bidding citizen’ while running a secret criminal empire.
WeaknessesA proud and fearless woman, which will be the death if she does not slow down.
Things I waste my Time WithHobbies-Experimenting, at her private laboratory at home.
-“Fussing“ over her younger sister.
-Gardening when the seasons allows.
LikesBlack coffe, no cream or sugar.
Dislike- Her parents; mostly, her mother.
- The stupidness her sister gets involded in.
- The ‘family’ business.
- Idiots, those unfit to complete her tasks.
What I’m Really LikeCatalina is intimidating, cold and fearless, which is something most mobsters knows perfectly. She has a special case of self-adoration due to her up brings, thinking of herself as a Goddess or untouchable person. If there is anything Catalina wants, there’s nothing she won’t do to get it. Her wit and intelligence is also something she controls. Catalina is someone who needs to have full control over something. If she doesn’t, things will go wrong. She has always had a very business ethic sort of viewpoint, choosing to believe that the best possible option is usually the one that involves the most money. Greed does not motivate her but she has been aware it is the only thing that speaks louder than words. However, she wants a peaceful life, someone to fall in love by her hand, and a reason to fight for other the venagence brewing within her heart.
All About My PastThis is the tale of the grimmest believer in NYC, daughter of criminal and wife to chaos, she's been through life with light steps and spiteful thoughts, yet this troubled ethereal being could be something the Boss won't be for too long, something Catalina rejects with every fiber of her being: a queen.
When she was young her father had told her she came to him in the form of a dream, sweetest vanilla tasting reverie a man had ever witnessed, a source of hope. Shuddering in discomfort, she faked a smile, as the million times she had been told I love you by relatives, pretenders and a fistful of overly-attached men friends who got too comfortable, too soon. Why can’t I feel it, mama? She whimpered at age thirteen after she had smashed the glass chocolate box her boyfriend had given her for Valentine’s, shortly after breaking up with him. Catalina was meant to represent the prime pillar, but the sense of belonging was lacking and she refused to give in to indulgence. Did she really have to deal with the idealization of being a hollow dream?
The news of her younger sister was a surprise, one Catalina cared little about. The opposite from her parents, the house buzzed with the excitement of the good news and another heir. Once born, Catalina’s interactions with her sister were minimal, like the rest of the Castillo family.
The beautiful country of Mexico; the endless beaches, waves, glorious houses, and best of all, money. Growing up in one of the most lavish houses in Quintana Roo, three stories to the Castillo’s mansion. Young Catalina lived out the childhood most children only dreamt of. The Castillo’s were beyond rich. Her mother CEO and founder of a cosmetic company. Her father happened to be mobster affiliated to the El Eme mafia, a powerful criminal organization of the United States, at age sixteen the ice princess had learned of everything mafia related and Catalina shone with raw talent when it came to it.
Yet, loneliness consumed her, as she has learned, is hardly a bitter companion once you’ve chosen your own fate, rolled the dice with a higher power; if you will. Catalina has never been too keen of those glorified forms of affection being physical or emotional, far from making her soul quiver in rapid passionate flames, it’s barely even a fuzzy, tingly sensation that fades before her sense of realism and the consequences hauled by romanticism. Her mother used to compare her to her father’s side grandmother – who she hated, profusely so – due to her indolence, vanity, apathy and parsimonious responses to favors and responsibilities. She was her father’s princess, far more worshiped than her mother, whatever fault she committed would be not just excused but praised, because she was his very definition of perfection; perhaps since Catalina’s aunt had been the same thing to her grandfather, and he did try with all of his mortality, to mirror his fallen father’s persona. The Castillo princess had learned to read and write using her grandmother's medicine books at the age of four, every line drawn by her hand would be exquisite and her wit was sharp as it was venomous; termagant adoration of her father, conceited and by all lawful means, a perfect liar. Catalina was disliked by many, her beauty and talents did not seem to hide her rather sociopath ways, sarcasm was her language and in case she hadn’t been clear enough she would insult you in four different languages, just to toy with you a bit, you could be turned into her chew-toy and she would be clever enough to make herself look guiltless once the bill was cut, part of her charm was clearly accredited to her unreliable personality… Because if there was anything more exciting than seeing her sweep in, was daydreaming about her being your own.
Her mother had been her worst enemy, given that her attitude was so alike to her grandmother’s and that woman had caused quite some damage in the past. Her mother had to see Catalina turning into the same nonchalant virago, the fighting increased as she blossomed into a woman – top of her class, with numerous studying opportunities out of country – who sought independence, to Catalina staying in Mexico was the equivalent of having a slow, tortuous death notwithstanding she had stayed long enough to somewhat please her parents. No more, daddy had given her a brand new apartment in America(after enough "consideration") fully equipped for her to rejoice in her liberty, if not libertinage. Even still, she never glanced back and she made sure of changing her number as soon as she flew off into the dusk; she had gotten what she wanted from them.
College came quickly and with a degree in chemistry, Catalina was able to get a job as an intern at JOVE Research. The world, it had to kneel before her as though she was a goddess from the Olympus, luckily this attitude got her ahead in multiple occasions and it would all start with her reciprocating whatever sweetness was sent her way, yet she would never extend a helping hand or the whatever switch that made people adore her or die for her, was not added to her when she was built. That was a dream she long ago have given up. At age twenty-three, the life of the prestigious heiress to an empire of Hispanic origins knew her time of independence has come to an end when she stood face to face to the man who created her. The self-made man made his way into this damned town as vultures, circling above waiting for the perfect moment to dive in and tear to shreds and grab whatever wealth they can stumble across.
Bruno Valdes, an art curator, Latin American history connoisseur and wise investor it was expected for him to hold and nurture privilege, honor, and accomplishments in his lineage, was to marry Catalina by convenience alone. The ice princess insulted and kicked from the arranged by her mother but Catalina efforts were futile, and the results were merely staled. The man was fifteen years her senior and was all too bland for her taste. In three occasions she tried to run away – the last being at her wedding – but her mother, Bruno’s sister Katya and her father's loyal servant made it impossible. A devious plan started itself for Catalina and that was she was not capable of living a life of misery.
During the honeymoon, a skiing accident at the Swiss Alps, Bruno Valdes suffered a brain injury that would leave him in a comatose state, which would only end with his death. As his wife and only beneficiary Catalina inherited his millions, along with the townhouse located in the Upper West Side.
Not too long, her father and along with a handful of members was arrested with the help of 4 witnesses and landed each one of them life in prison without parole. Catalina was handed the reins of her father’s empire and with a bright smile, she accepted.
Catalina is another name that slips from lips like poetry in ravishing urge or boiling hatred depending on the transmitter. To many, she is just another socialite and CEO of The Silk Petal Casino and branches, a facade she keeps from people from discovering the truth.
My BloodEmilio Ángel Castillo - Father
Gloria María González-Castillo - Mother
Marlena Alejandra Castillo - Sister
RelationshipsBruno Valdes - ex-husband
Member
OfficerHeadbutt,
Musoka
