Post by antonia michelle bianchi on Feb 23, 2010 1:01:22 GMT -5
A N T O N I A - M I C H E L L E - B I A N C H I,
nicknames ,
- - - Tonia, Tony
age ,
- - - Sixteen
occupation ,
- - - Student
member group ,
- - - Junior
personality ,
- - - Artistic, Quiet, Loyal, Maternal, Athletic, Determinded, Smart, Street-Smart, Sweet, Sassy
family ,
- - - Sophia Bianchi, mother. Giuseppe Bianchi, father. Isabella Bianchi, older sister. Maria Bianci, aunt. Michaela Bianci, daughter. Axel Hanniger, father to Michaela.
history ,
- - - Antonia Michelle Bianchi was born into a big Italian family in the bustling city of New York City, New York on September 17th to her parents, Sophia and Giuseppe. Growing up as the youngest daughter of Sophia and Giuseppe, she was always out of the loop with what her father's business was. She had always been told that her father ran a coffee company. Her older sister Isabella used to tease her that her father was a Don of a Italian Mafia family but, Tony refused to believe her sister's tall tales. In truth, Antonia's father infact was the Don of the Bianchi Mafia but, Tony did not discover the truth until she was at the tender age of ten years old.
Growing up being the baby girl of Giuseppe, Tony was spoiled rotten to the core, whatever she desired Antonia recieved. Tony was always suspicious of all the expensive and lavish gifts and as she grew older, her curiousity grew. Suspicious of the lifestyle she was growing up around, Tony would spend most of the day eavesdropping on her father and her father's associates. Giuseppe always had his secret meetings with associates down in the Bianchi's basement and thanks to a ventilation shaft in Antonia's room, she could always listen in to their conversations. This was how she had learned that daddy dearest wasn't actually the head of a coffee business but, instead the Don of the Bianchi Mafia family.
At the peak of her adolesence at the age of thirteen years old, she finally revealed to her parents and her sister that she knew about the family business. Her parents, especially her father threatened to send Tony off to boarding school in England if she told a soul about the family business. To protect Antonia from the mafia lifestyle, the Bianchi's sent Tony to live with her Aunt Maria in Brooklyn, New York. Antonia no longer had the luxarious life yet dangerous and sometimes very violent life she had grown up around and now lived in a small apartment above a sandwich shop in Brooklyn, that her Aunt owned.
Maria Bianchi had always been the black sheep of the Bianchi family and had soiled the Bianchi family name by marrying what the Bianchi's considered a commoner. Maria Bianchi raised Antonia by the way she would of raised her own children if she had any and taught Tony the way of running a sandwich business. Like most people in their adolescence, Tony started to rebel. Antonia decided to make a name for herself by acting out and because of this she was introduced to drugs and sex. She even got kicked out of her the school she was attending and this did not settle well with Aunt Maria, she threatened Tony and told her if she didn't get her act together she would kick Antonia out and onto the streets.
Antonia continued to act out and because of this, she was kicked out onto the streets. At first living on the streets was no picnic and Tony did whatever she could to earn money and make a living, this included joining the not so wise career field of prostitution. It was there that Antonia on the job, met and fell in love with a older man by the name of Axel Hanniger. Axel became one of her main stream customers and eventually would become her baby's daddy. At the age of fifeteen years old, Tony was becoming used to living on the streets and being a prostitute, she was making money and she was in love with Axel. She soon became pregnant with her and Axel's child, which had been unexpected.
Tony wanted to change her life around for the baby's sake but, Axel wanted her to continue being a prostitute and wanted to keep the lifestyle the way it was. Antonia was so desperate for a better life for her and her unborn child that she left Axel and turned to her Aunt Maria for help. Sadly, Maria refused to help and Tony had to turn to somebody else for help. Tony turned to her older sister Isabella for help, and even though they hadn't seen each other in years, Isabella promised to help Antonia turn her life around. Isabella had also wanted a change in her own life and wanted the same thing her sister wanted so they two moved to Santa Ria, California.
Isabella was able to buy a nice little home near the beach for her sister, herself and her unborn niece. Making a new living with a new home was tough at first but, the Bianchi sisters were able to manage. During the Summer before her Junior year in high school, Antonia signed up for classes to catch up with what she had missed. It was also the Summer that she gave birth to her daughter, Michaela Rose Bianchi. With her sister's support and a baby, Antonia changed from who she had become in the streets of Brooklyn, New York to a better person for herself, her sister and Michaela's sake.
Tony worked hard to accomplish the woman she is today. Now a Junior at the local high school, she juggles between being a mother to Michaela, a student, and a sister.
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HEY THERE, I'M TONY AND I'M TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD! I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE ROLEPLAY WORLD FOR NINE YEARS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE BELOW! AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M USING OLIVIA WILDE AS THE PB FOR THIS CHARACTER. OH, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE NONE AS OF YET!
----- Inspiration was finally coming to the news paper columnist as she continued to glance up from her lap top to look at the Peter Pan statue, across the way. An smile crept up on her lips as she continued to take an look around the gardens with her dark colored eyes. The gardens were truly an inspiration with its exotic plants from all around the world, the fragrant flowers and of course, the statues.
It was almost tranquil and serene, she was so at peace here, away from her boisterous boss and the stress that seemed to creep up on her when ever she was in the office. Everything that Yale witnessed in life, always seemed to remind her of an great piece of literature and art, and this place was so magical..she felt like she been sucked into the world of Frances Hodgens Burnett's Secret Garden.
Yale, let out an peaceful sigh as she looked back down at her laptop and finished typing up her column. She wasn't sure how long she had been working on her article but, it seemed like time had frozen, thanks to the serene scenery that surrounded her.
Placing her laptop down on the bench, she stood up to stretch her legs. Lost in the beauty of the gardens, she stared at the Peter Pan statue and sort of entered an day dream. Yale, wasn't expecting for an tall dark and handsome stranger to literally knock her off on her feet but, this happened so fast, she was seeing stars.
Rubbing her head, she blinked trying focus on who had ran into her. No, there were still just stars floating in front of her. She laid there, just trying to see who this person was and finally her vision became clearer than before. Laying right in top of her was an tall yet dark alluring stranger, smiling down at her. Yale sort of smiled back as she stared straight into the guy's eyes.
Who was this guy? It didn't matter to her , this guy was just so alluring.. Her smile grew bigger as she heard the guy greet her. "Hi.." Yale let out as she kept her gaze on him.
Yale was still dazed from being knocked off her feet and being practically run over by an stranger. The stranger part didn't really bother her much, since he was tall, dark and handsome. The exact opposite of her former husband, her husband had been blonde and blue eyed but, she'd rather not get that or let alone think of her ex husband.
That was all in the past, Yale had to keep telling herself and frantically she had to tell herself that, quite often. Running her hands through her dark locks, she remember she was still on the ground with the stranger on top of her.
What the compromising position for two people to meet. She could help but, have an grin on her face and she couldn't help but, stare...I mean who wouldn't. Placing her hands back down to her side, she watched as the man got up and offer his hand to her.
Yale bit her lower lip for an minute, tucking an loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she took his strong firm hand to get herself off the ground. Smiling, she looks up at him "Thanks, that was quite the fall." She told him, her hand still grasping onto his, without her realizing it.
It took the brunette, quite about an good ten minutes to realize she was still holding the stranger's hand. Quickly, she let go and bit her bottom lip. "Sorry, about.. I was still quite dazed from my fall.." Yale told the handsome stranger, keeping eye contact. Biting her lip again, she wondered what to say or do next. It wasn't everyday when an guy sweeps you off your feet.
Finally, coming to her senses she opened her mouth to speak again. My name is Yale Thorn, by the way if you were looking for an introduction." She told the guy with another smile. Hopefully that was an good ice breaker and he would be up for some conversation.
It was almost tranquil and serene, she was so at peace here, away from her boisterous boss and the stress that seemed to creep up on her when ever she was in the office. Everything that Yale witnessed in life, always seemed to remind her of an great piece of literature and art, and this place was so magical..she felt like she been sucked into the world of Frances Hodgens Burnett's Secret Garden.
Yale, let out an peaceful sigh as she looked back down at her laptop and finished typing up her column. She wasn't sure how long she had been working on her article but, it seemed like time had frozen, thanks to the serene scenery that surrounded her.
Placing her laptop down on the bench, she stood up to stretch her legs. Lost in the beauty of the gardens, she stared at the Peter Pan statue and sort of entered an day dream. Yale, wasn't expecting for an tall dark and handsome stranger to literally knock her off on her feet but, this happened so fast, she was seeing stars.
Rubbing her head, she blinked trying focus on who had ran into her. No, there were still just stars floating in front of her. She laid there, just trying to see who this person was and finally her vision became clearer than before. Laying right in top of her was an tall yet dark alluring stranger, smiling down at her. Yale sort of smiled back as she stared straight into the guy's eyes.
Who was this guy? It didn't matter to her , this guy was just so alluring.. Her smile grew bigger as she heard the guy greet her. "Hi.." Yale let out as she kept her gaze on him.
Yale was still dazed from being knocked off her feet and being practically run over by an stranger. The stranger part didn't really bother her much, since he was tall, dark and handsome. The exact opposite of her former husband, her husband had been blonde and blue eyed but, she'd rather not get that or let alone think of her ex husband.
That was all in the past, Yale had to keep telling herself and frantically she had to tell herself that, quite often. Running her hands through her dark locks, she remember she was still on the ground with the stranger on top of her.
What the compromising position for two people to meet. She could help but, have an grin on her face and she couldn't help but, stare...I mean who wouldn't. Placing her hands back down to her side, she watched as the man got up and offer his hand to her.
Yale bit her lower lip for an minute, tucking an loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she took his strong firm hand to get herself off the ground. Smiling, she looks up at him "Thanks, that was quite the fall." She told him, her hand still grasping onto his, without her realizing it.
It took the brunette, quite about an good ten minutes to realize she was still holding the stranger's hand. Quickly, she let go and bit her bottom lip. "Sorry, about.. I was still quite dazed from my fall.." Yale told the handsome stranger, keeping eye contact. Biting her lip again, she wondered what to say or do next. It wasn't everyday when an guy sweeps you off your feet.
Finally, coming to her senses she opened her mouth to speak again. My name is Yale Thorn, by the way if you were looking for an introduction." She told the guy with another smile. Hopefully that was an good ice breaker and he would be up for some conversation.
