Falzone, Constanza

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CASE FILE: Civilian {Cosca Falzone}

"Nobody lives forever." - Oingo Boingo
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        FULL NAME:
        → Constanza Caterina Paolo Falzone

        AGE:
        → 43

      SEX:
        → Female

        BIRTH PLACE:
        → Firenze, La Cerise

        RACE:
        → Cerisian

        DATE OF BIRTH:
        → April 16, 1969

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        HEIGHT:
        → 6'1"

        WEIGHT:
        → 175lbs.

        PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

      DESCRIPTION:
        → When one generally thinks of a Cerisian, they imagine dark hair, dark eyes, and possibly olive tinted skin. Constanza is one of those rare genetical anomalies that occurs within the Cerisian population. Her skin holds a hint of a golden tint which darkens rather nicely in the sun. It used to be smooth and unmarred as a younger woman, one of the things she prided herself on. Now, rather vastly scars cover her body as if she had been in a war. Her legs, her arms, her chest, a scar even runs down the length of her face over one of her eyes before thinning out by her chin. She does not shy away from the fact that she is marked so, she does not care to be perfectly frank. If someone were to shun her because of them, then they are someone who is not worth her time or attention.

But we have digressed, so let us return to what we were talking about before. She has striking blue eyes that are often steely and fierce in their appearance, but if you are someone who has earned her trust and favor then the look is quite different. Her gaze will soften a bit, revealing the warmth that she keeps to herself more often than not. At times they can gain an almost maniacal glint to them if you have offended her, The Family, her children, or her husband. There is little to no mercy in them at that point. There is a mole just beneath and off to the side of her left eye. Her lips are a deep pink and often hold a cigar between them as she goes about her daily life. Her golden hair can be most often found tied back into a long, flowing ponytail. She keeps two strands free of it though on either side of her face that help to frame it along with the bangs that dangle close to her eyes. There is a bit of a wave to her hair that almost makes one wonder if she braids it ever, but she never does. Call it another thing of genetics if you want to.

She does have a bit of a low voice for a woman, certainly within an alto range when she speaks though it does rise and fall in a lilt of its own. But it is a voice that is as smooth as a babes skin, and she has been told that some just like listening to her talk because of it. Except for when she is barking orders, or giving you all of two minutes to live. There is a power to her voice that none can deny. When she walks, it is with pride. Her back is straight, her head is held high, and there is a purpose to it. She does not dilly dally and wait around, if she is going somewhere then she is going there. Ah yes, her body. She has a lovely curve to her body that her husband has certainly enjoyed, but he can also attest to the muscles that are there. They do not try to hide or be disguised, although everyone always is surprised at the iron grip that she possesses. Just because she walks around in a business suit with a skirt, heels, and perfectly manicured nails does not mean she can't lift a fully grown man by the collar and throw him onto the hood of a car.

Her smile can melt you, her words can crush you, she can make you shiver with the lightest touch, or crumble beneath her heel.

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        PERSONALITY:
        → When people first meet Constanza, it is often because of her husband. She smiles, is relatively quiet, and seems your average house wife. She can be demure, defer to her husbands thoughts, and is quite tender to both of her children. She used to read Maria bed time stories, tuck her children in, assure them that there weren't any monsters beneath the bed or the closet. A completely normal mother and wife who loves her family very dearly.

To her friends she is conversational, full of smiles and laughs, and is certainly one to ensure a good time is had. She is concerned for their well-being, helped some out of some very tight spots, and is someone that they claim could not be a better friend. Sure she can be a little intense, but so can't everyone at times?

Sounds average enough…. Until it comes to work.

When she is on the job, she is completely focused and committed to what she is doing. The smiles aren't as widely shared, and any hint of tenderness evaporates like a drop of water in the desert. She does not mind being in complete control, after all she is only her husbands second in command. It is his duty to be in charge of the familia. However it is her duty to take control when he is otherwise engaged. He is the only one she will willingly submit to in a situation, but rarely does it come to a head where she might have to.

She is a woman who was bred on tradition, and that is one of the cardinal things that rules her life. Respect the familia, respect your don, be true to your word, and never bring shame to the family name. If you break any of those, you have become a cockroach meant to be stamped on. You are someone who is no longer worth her time, her respect, her trust, or even her breath. If Marco and his men don't hunt you down, she will.

She is not an unreasonable woman by any means and is most often cool, calm, and collected. She will most likely be observing any business dealings quietly from her chair. She does not try to beat people over the head with her authority for there is no need to. If you understand how the familia works, then you understand her position in the shape of things.

Like her husband, she cannot stand drugs. She has seen them eat up the lives of people near and dear to her, and she has even paid the price for some of them. There are better things that can be done with ones spare time, and better methods to dealing with the stresses of life. There is no, "Oh this is your life and your choice." NO. There is no tolerance for it in any way, shape or form from Constanza. That is another cardinal rule in her life. If she ever caught her children messing with such things, that would be the first time she would legitimately hit them. It would be the only time that they do not see that kind woman they grew up with.

On the other hand, she does enjoy her cigars, and the occasional drink. There is no need to partake in excess though, and it is wiser in any case to show restraint. It is unlikely that she will leave this world peacefully, so why even fear it? Face such odds without batting an eyelash. Nobody lives forever. So enjoy this life while you can.

So how can one best surmise Constanza? She is a mother, a wife, an enforcer, and a woman to be reckoned with. She is a rarity amidst the delicate flowers, a protector, and the Godmother.


        LOVE:
        → Her husband, Marcolo.
        → Her children, Maria and Santino.
        → Her family.
        → Intelligence.
        → Guns. All good guns.
        → Cigars.
        → Fine art. Paintings, statues, fresco's, etc.
        → Family time.
        → Her father's old military coat.
        → Helping Marco with business.
        → When people exceed her expectations.
        → Gin.
        → Gin and tonics.
        → Vodka.
        → The Drachman language.
        → Water.
        → Explosions.
        → Tradition.

        HATE:
        → Those who would harm her family.
        → Being held back by anyone other than her husband.
        → Wolfgang Murinyo.
        → When people are in denial.
        → When her authority isn't respected.
        → The color orange.
        → When Tradition is disregarded.
        → Government.
        → Police.
        → SWAT.
        → Special Forces.
        → Passive Agressive tactics.
        → Militaries.
        → Cowards.
        → If her cigar gets knocked out of her hand.
        → When someone assumes they can have a puff of her cigar.
        → Drugs (except cigars and alcohol of course).


        DEEPEST SECRET:
        → How she got her scars.

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        HISTORY:
        → Ahhh Firenze…. While Vineza is the better known for its Renaissance structures, love of art and music, Firenze still retains much of its old grandeur much like the other tourist attraction of a city. This is where Constanza Caterina Paola Bonasero grew up. But she didn't grow up in one of those fancy houses where nobles used to dine with their guests and laugh over the current state of affairs. No, she grew up in a much smaller house in a poorer district of the city. It was her, her alcoholic father, her work driven mother, and a sister that always seemed like a foreigner to Constanza. Yet she could not complain about them in the slightest.

She was not tied to the mob in any way as a child, and she certainly never would have imagined she would be where she is now back then. What she did know when she was a young child was that you did what you had to in order to survive. Her childhood probably lasted all of two years before she was already holding a rather mature view of the world. Her mother would be away at work on a career that she was trying desperately to bring to higher levels so that she could provide better for her family. Her father had been a soldier in the Gelemortian army before moving to La Cerise and had an auto mail leg that needed to be repaired terribly. Since they couldn't afford to fix it, he was stuck in unemployment and so drink became his best friend. He was not abusive, he did not fly into drunken rages and attack anyone. He just sort of sat there quietly in a stupor, a shadow of the man he used to be. Whenever he was sober, however, he would be full of mirth and laughter with wise tales to share with his children. Her sister was your typical Cerisian beauty with her dark hair and eyes, and her interests could not be farther from her younger siblings. She was often off doing…. whatever it was she did. Constanza did not care enough to find out.

She studied hard as a child so that she could maybe get into a better high school and try to improve the situation she found herself in. She was a kind, wide eyed child who did not back down and weep at her situation. She took it as a "challenge accepted" and threw the gauntlet down. While in middle school, she managed to find some businesses that would hire her despite her age for the odd job here and there. She would run messages through town, walk peoples dogs, house sit cats, anything that she could find that would get her some extra cash to bring home. Even if her older sister was the apple of her mothers eye, she had her fathers ear and his interests at heart. She was saving up that money for a very specific purpose.

Once high school hit and she was old enough to take legitimate jobs, she did it. She did not plan on college for she knew there was now way they could ever hope to afford it for one or even two of their kids. No… It wasn't until her sophomore year that she finally had enough money to try to find a mechanic who could repair her fathers leg. Long story short, she succeeded and she took him out to meet the woman she had found even though he was rather perplexed in his sober state. She will never forget how his expression when they stepped into the modest little store with the cheerful woman behind the counter, the tears that peeked out at the corner of his eyes. That day, he regained his ability to move easily. He stopped drinking, and he went back to work. Constanza had never felt such pride within her chest to watch him regain his life.

Her mother and sister couldn't believe that it happened, but they were quite pleased that he wasn't just going to sit around all day in his chair with a bottle of whiskey in hand. It was also in high school where her friend base expanded from just the other poor kids that she had grown up with in their neighborhood. She met some people who had ties to the mob by extension of their family and she couldn't help but be fascinated by the lives that they had known. She saw what they did to survive, and she…. had absolutely no problem with any of it. She had fought other children for a loaf of bread, she had taken a loaf of bread left unattended on a kitchen table, she had seen the darker side of the world and learned to work with it. This was also where her life began to take an unexpected turn.

Once she graduated high school, her mother had finally managed to get her career to lift off the ground and had to move to Venezia for it. Her sister was definitely going to go with her, but what of her and her father. He was more concerned about his youngest daughter for she did love Firenze so. He also was still getting the pieces together, and his life was still predominantly in the city. This was also when one of her closest friends all throughout high school, Josephine offered to have her move in with her in Napoli. She was at an impasse, and she wasn't quite sure where she should turn in the grand scheme of things. Her father and her sat down and talked long into the night one day, and so… She decided to go with Josephine, and her father would indeed leave with his wife. That was something difficult for her, but at the same time… She was ready. So the two girls moved to the crime capital of the world, Napoli.

It did not take long for Constanza to find a bar tending job in the city of the underworld while Josephine found a job at some hostess club. What she didn't know, was that the club was tied with one of the crime families, not that she was ever sure which one. So she was 18, and eyes always drifted to her lovely creamy skin and rather striking features. She met all sorts of people from different avenues of life, and even got dragged into some dark places in the interest of saving a friends hide. A couple of the scars on her legs came from fights when she was protecting one of the guys from some of the lesser thugs that, to Constanza, were not worthy of the mafia title that they claimed. She met some men, broke some hearts, claimed some hearts, but none of them ever seemed to stay particularly long. Everyone… had such strange ideals involving the realms of love and how a woman should be. By this time she was a headstrong woman who took no slack from anyone, and certainly would not accept her gender as a sign of weakness. She took some self-defense classes, worked on her gun skills that her father taught her when he finally regained himself.

Then the storm gathered. Josephine was becoming ever distant as her roommate, coming back with odd twitches or particularly loopy or at ever stranger hours of the night. Constanza had seen some druggies at the bar she worked at, but they had never been someone that had been particularly close to her. This… was far more personal than she ever would have liked. Cocaine had taken up her friends life, and was eating away at her. Her pimps were stringing her out, forcing her to remain at that job and so her life spiraled ever downward. She was no better than some common whore, desperate for coin to get her next fix. Constanza could not stand this. She tried to go to her bosses to get to the bottom of this, use contacts to try to find out if something could be done. Before she could ever do anything, Josephine got herself in a rather difficult situation. She had tried to get out, and her bosses didn't like that. Her dealer was the one sent to deal with this, and they got a rather personal visit in their apartment from the man with a couple of his friends.

They captured the two girls, easily subduing Josephine as she was trying to kick the drug, but Constanza…. She was a regular fire-cracker. She fought, kicked, screamed… But little to no avail. They knocked her out while they dealt with her friend. They were bound, probably raped, and she woke up to them being doused in gasoline. They laughed as they left, slamming the door upon them as the timer upon the kitchen table ticked ever closer towards lighting the spark that would end their lives. Well she struggled, writhing her hands till the fingers were wet with sweat and blood, pulling her hand free as she quickly tugged at the ropes that bound her legs. The timer rang its dark chime, and the fire began to spread. Springing free, she tugged at her friends unconscious form and lifted her over her shoulder. Fire began to like at her body, thus creating the scars that would mark her forever as she burst free of the place that they had made for themselves.

She didn't stop to put out the flames until they were outside of that fire trap, their neighbors immediately taking to getting the fire off of both of them. By that time… Josephine was already gone, and Constanza had lost consciousness due to smoke inhalation. When she awoke next, she was in a hospital with bandages wrapped around half of her face, her arms, her body, and her legs. She was told that her friend was dead, that she no longer had any home. She was in the hospital with the only visitor being her father who traveled all the way from Venezia to see her. They caught up over the past couple of years, and she found out that her sister had decided to go into the military herself. Things were going well for them then, and her father was the one to give her some money to aid her in this difficult point in her life. When he left, he just quietly kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "Do what you have to do."

So she did. She went back to work about a week before she probably should have, the bandages still wrapped around her almost healed skin. It startled her customers to see her in such a state, but… they never asked her what happened. They just knew that it was something better left alone. She was 27 now, and her wounds had long since healed from the events of the few years ago. But what marks the importance of this year, was that this was when she met Marcolo. She had decided to go out to a club one particular evening, and she met a striking man on the dance floor. It wasn't his good looks, it wasn't his eyes, it wasn't even how he danced. It was the very aura that he gave off, it was one that she recognized and was quite drawn to. He was a man of power, a man of romance, and a man… that had seen much. So they had sex in the bathroom and promptly began dating after that. They were married three months later when she discovered that, well, she was pregnant. Her life seemed to come together then, and she knew happiness. She knew peace.

Her daughter, Maria, was born at the end of 1996 and she knew the joys of being a mother. It did not bother her that he already had a son of another woman, shit happened. She still raised him and loved him as if he were her own. So she became the wife of Marcolo Falzone, and was inducted into the mafia. She took to the life like butter on bread, and quickly became an adviser to her husband on certain business affairs. She revealed herself to be a rather shrewd observer, catching flaws in business deals and whatnot. Now she has been happily married for at least twenty years now, and she has successfully established herself within the Falzone family.

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      TRIVIA:
      → Maiden name was Bonasero.
      → She has a small collection of guns. Mostly pistols, but a couple of rifles and others.
      → She knows some kick-boxing, martial arts, and general self-defense.
      → She once modeled for a painting.
      → Happily married since 27.
      → She'll regularly call her father to check in with her family in Venezia.
      → Only close friends and her family can ever call her "Connie." Anyone else, she'll take an issue. It seems rude to her.
      → She can still mix drinks as any excellent bartender might nowadays.
      → Despite the scar covering her one eye, she can still see perfectly fine out of it.
      → She always has some cigars, a cutter for them, and a proper lighter for it on her person at all times.
      → She often will go on visits to see various museums or old locations with works of art.
      → She will also travel across La Cerise to see the different museums and works that are inside of it.
      → She hasn't had a chance to travel off the continent to see what works are on the main-land.
      → She never braids her hair. It is always in a ponytail.
      → She never really talks with her mother or sister ever.
      → She is also a pretty excellent shot with a bow.
      → She often has her own bodyguard next to her by the name of Claudia. She is generally quiet, and is often dressed in a pinstripe suit.
      → Cerisian, Drachman, and Cretan.

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        ALIAS:
        → Vi

        OTHER CHARACTERS:
        → Vivian, Alisa, Jeu-Hee, Rosaleen, Cora, Zabulon, Rebecca, Hanna, Libseth, Kasumi, Sabina, Selina, Wei

      CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
        → Shoko is going into a coma at the end of the mission, and that is who she is replacing. Bring on the mafia!

        FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Black Lagoon/Rei Hiroe[/b]/[i]Balalaika[/i]

      CUSTOM RANK:
        → Del Capo Donna

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Badass husband-wife combo up in the mafia.