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 Giacovelli, Madalena f.
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Member No.: 15
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giacovelli, madalena favianna
Nicknames: Madalena, Maddie, Lena, Via
Age/Birth Date: Twenty-seven/September 15, 1981
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Alliance: Good.
[size=3].beauty is only skin deep.
General appearance:
Staring with her face, the shape resembles that of a diamond. A diamond shaped face is a cross between the structure of a heart and an oval shape. The widest part of her face is near her high cheekbones. Her cheekbones, are, when closely noted covered in a few small freckles. At her chin, her face has a slight inward slope; There is a small, normal looking point to her chin, like that a of a heart-shaped face. The chin, is gracefully accompanied with a jaw, elegant and slightly square in shape.
Her nose fits well for her face; a curve starts and ending at the tip -- giving her nose a charming quality --. However, Madalena is not one to believe that the shape of her nose (or any of her other body parts) suggest what type of person she may be. A feature of Madelenas, and her most recognized happens to be her lips. Her lips are full; the bottom lip only being slightly larger than the top. Often a pleasant color of pink. Her lips stand in proportion with the rest of her face. Her lips also have a slight curve downward at their corners.
As for most who are born of Spanish, Italian, Brazilian, etc, blood, Madalenas eyes are not the standard brown. Her eyes are a dull green color that could not be any more fierce. An air of mystery surrounds her eyes, or so her mother told her. It has also been said her internal thoughts and secrets are hidden beneath the color. And yes, I suppose you could credit her mother for that statement as well. Madalena finds the her family happens to think she is rather mysterious, and it is true. Most people who cross her path are always intrigued to know just a little more about her. .Her eyes are also another feature that stands out in her face, as with everyone else. The shape of her eyes are slightly larger than the norm; Her eyes are slightly set forward, and the eyelids are pronounced. They are lined with bundles of long and curly eye lashes that are dark like her hair that curl upwards to give her eyes a slightly bigger look. Above, are two delicately-plucked eyebrows
Her skin is a darker color that looks smooth to the touch with some freckles speckled about her skin. Of Italian and Portuguese blood, that skin color is expected. She finds that her skin does not burn easily; and she is able to keep her tan year round. In the summer months, her skin is often seen with a slight glow from the sun. Her cheeks are slightly pink at all times, especially when she gets cold. But that factor is rarely noticed, as the pink blends with the original color of her skin. Madalenas skin may be smooth, but she has several flaws and other markings. She has a few small scars on her right calf, her right shoulder, and a large scar from surgery on her left breast. Her navel and ears are pieced, often seen with a pearl or diamond stud. She has several tattoos on her back, if you ever become friends with her, shell to tell you the stories and meanings behind the tattoos inked on her skin.
Most would think it impossible, but somehow she manages to pull off her looks without over crossing the thin line of looking like a fake Barbie doll. Madalena is tall for a woman; five feet, ten inches. She has long limbs, yet she her body does not look as if she is lanky, despite her form. She always felt that her height was some kind of defect that made her stick out like a sore thumb. Over the years, the girl has become favored and accepted her height; others do not seen to mind it at all. With an above-average height, Madalenas body still holds the proper curves. She is not, and I repeat, not, stick-thin. Thus, her stomach and other areas may have proper definition, but her ribs and other various bones can not be seen through her flesh. She does have the average amount of meat on her bones, thank you very much. She carries herself in a graceful way, her height never hindering her movements. Her posture is excellent, her long legs and arms only accentuate this factor.
Her hair is the signature to the family Giacovelli-a deep brown --almost honey like. Her hair. When she was younger, Madalenas hair was a darker brown color than it is today. As she grew older, her hair become lighter, often with spots of a brown-blonde honey colored strands. Her hair is naturally slightly wavy in texture. It reaches to well below her shoulder blades, which she often wears it as such, cascading around her shoulders and face. Her hair, although usually kempt, is not cooperative. If she wants it to be straight, it decides to be curly, and vice versa.
Height: Five feet, ten inches.
Weight: 134 pounds.
Reference Model: Ana Beatriz Barros
.you got me strung out on you, babe.
Likes:
-- tea
-- literature
-- Bob Dylan
-- film
-- gum
-- writing
-- the violin
-- swimming
-- animals
-- being comfortable
-- soft blankets
-- sitting by the fire
-- writing in her blog
-- Moby Dick: or the Whale by Herman Melville
Dislikes:
-- idiocy
-- isolation
-- helplessness
-- loud music
-- rude people
-- driving
-- MTV and everything else relating to it
-- Day-time talk shows
-- being bored
-- shopping for items she can not find
-- going to bed early
-- alcohol (in large amounts)
-- scented candles
Quirks:
-- Wrinkles her nose when happy or excited.
-- Fiddles when sitting or standing.
-- Often answers questions with other questions; You know, to show her wit.
-- Calls people she likes/adores "honey-babe".
Strenghts:
Charismatic
Intelligence
Charm
Poise
Independence
Weaknesses:
Often disloyal
Well-groomed men
A new pair of shoes
Impulsive
Fears, at times, she is too nice
Personality:
Well-tempered: Madalena, is, for the most part, a moderately, well-tempered girl. I know, I know. Youre thinking, How is that possible? The answer is simple. Belonging to a household of Italian recognition, it is no question she was raised in a beloved and polite manner. She may be well-tempered, and in truth, she knows the time and place to be nice and to be fowl. Depending one how one were to look at the girl, it would be possible to say that she juggles two different sides to herself. Madalena believes that not all people are born to be evil. It is the people around them that shape their ideas, how they act, and the activities they do on a daily basis. She is guided by her sense of other people. She is guided by whether or not she, believes they are worth helping or worth wasting a life.
Charm: Madalena has two aspects to her wordy charm. Her intelligence and her looks. She is an educated and extremely intelligent woman. She is able to understand things quickly with her high mental capacity. She may be a pretty face but she has the tests to prove how high her intelligence really is. She could be beautiful, or radiant, but those that are closer to her than some, value her mind. Her words, her ways of thinking are never taken lightly and she knows that. Her opinion is valued and her intelligence is what makes her who she really is. To put things bluntly, this young woman is intense. Her tongue is quick but her mind is even faster. Her words have power to cut deep with extraordinary force.
Deceptive: Surpize? On occasion, Madalena deceives and misleads people of all shapes and sizes, with good reason. The majority of the people she deceives are those she finds to be unpleasent, or 'the bad guys'. She pulls their thoughts in every direction, leaving them in a state of confusion. In most cases if she comes into contact with an innocent bystander, she will gladly help the person and point them in the correct direction. Though when it comes to people she dislikes, that, my friends, is a whole different story. Theres a way about her that she knows she has and she uses that to her advantage. She may make false statements about a certain person and promise them objects they want in exchange for doing what she asks (which will later prove to be bogus). She is able to persuade others with ease, and to her, its all a game.
.back to the beginning.
Parents:
-- Marcos Giacovelli, 60; father
-- Antonella Giacovelli nee Grunigen, 55; mother
Siblings: --
Hometown: Naples, Italy
History:
Its hard to say where the attraction between Marcos Giacovelli and Antonella Grunigen began. Antonella, was a film-critic living in New York City. In the spring of 1980, they met one night on a blind date, while Antonella was vacationing in Portugal. Marcos, a native of Naples, Italy. The pair continued to date for several months, and it seemed the two were head-over-heels in love. Marcos often made surprize visits from across the pond, to visit Antonella. He found that visiting her provided a much needed to break from his hectic lifestyle. In December of that year, they were married, and expecting their first child. Madalena Favianna Giacovelli was born on September 15, the fall of 1981; the brown-haired girl was the center of attention, rosy-cheeked and always full of laughter.
Ah, the joys of childhood. By the time Madalena turned five, her knack for anything and everything creative was already evident. As she entered the more prestigious grades, her parents found their daughter to be easily distracted. She would go from being a quiet girl one day, to a talkative and intelligent girl the next. After long conversations and sessions with her teachers, as well as her doctor, her problem, was finally corrected - for the better. Her mind was not being stimulated enough; meaning, little Madelena was too advanced for the schoolwork for was currently studying. Her parents decided it would be best if they enrolled their daughter into an advanced school, which they did. It was then, the Italian-born girl found herself across the pond, and in New York City.
From the ages of six to eighteen Madalena was soon enrolled in an elite school. The long school hours put a strain on both her and her parents. She was often left alone to complete her schoolwork, and often lacked social interaction from her parents. Yet, shed always find some kind of inspiration from the people she met, or the places her and her family traveled. Her father, always seemed to have another case to add to his load; the day-to-day, non-stop conversations with his business associates lasted long hours. Her mother, constantly busy in juggling the art of maintaining a career as well as being a mother.
At fourteen, her mother had had enough of constantly changing jobs, thus, she had decided to give her career a little rest. This is about the time when things start to get interesting. One night, while up late, watching the screen on the TV, Madalena heard her fathers voice on the telephone in his office. What such event would cause him to be up as late as his daughter? When she found herself close to her door, she listened intently to the conversation. Drugs were mentioned. Distributing was mentioned. Racketeering, check. The infamous name, Johnny Sinclair, check. Madalena never told her father about the conversation, simply because her father never found out. madalena started completed her high school education within the walls of a prestigious school. She excelled, as she always had in her studies; her teachers were confident the young girl could make it into Harvard if she wanted. She certainly had the determination and, of course, the ever-present writing skill.
Yet, the tall brunette had something different in mind when graduation became the subject of conversation. She had had enough of the east coast. She would leave to pursue her dream of writing. However, with their daughter moving away, Marcos and Antonella decided it would be best if they returned to Naples. At eighteen, before leaving for college, Madalena learned the truth. After twelve years of living in the United States, Madalena learned that her father had constantly maintained a heavy flow of illegal substances, and very important real-estate with one of Johnny Sinclairs business partners. Her father owned real estate in Naples, New York, and one very lavish penthouse in Las Vegas. That penthouse was now his daughters. And then she was off. New York City one minute, Las Vegas the next. For the next four years, Madalena studied real estate, and journalism.
Its been five years. Madalena Giacovelli is a known face around the town of Las Vegas. In a city of sin, a sin of a father, Madalena is on the side of the good. She finds herself not wanting to join in the reckless and dangerous path of Johnny Sinclair. She does not want to have contact with the man in any way; however, her father seemed to give her the power to do what she wanted. But that does not simply mean Johnny, his associates, of one of his many children could pounce upon the unsuspecting Italian girl, and pull her from her glamorous penthouse. And, forever thrust her into world of uncertainty.
.when it all falls down.
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Agoraphobia is: an abnormal fear of public places
Roleplaying sample: Owning the world, to seize the day: this is the complex of the rich and famous as they life their life without a care. The endless funds that pour into their pockets were their guides to the world before and on this eve; there was nothing different about them. The rich and perhaps not so famous had gathered into the luxurious city of Las Vegas. Atop one of Vegas immaculate hotels the party was well on its way as the night poured onward into early morning -- there were no signs of the parties dying. Four rooms were rented out by a one Mr. Williams, an oil tycoon who had poured the entirety of his day into that of this party.
Those who knew him could be a wide range of people, friends of his kids, and friends of his or perhaps even business partners of his. The faces mattered not, the bodies gave the illusion that he was of important position amongst the decay of society. Rented out were four large suites, fully equipped with bars and hot tubs that were busy being used as bodies filled the rooms. There was one place, though; I particularly where no one came and it was here a young man tap a razor upon a mirror. The crow, oh how shiny the mirror as he caught sight of his blue hues in the immaculate powdered covered reflection. Hair was a mess as it bordered upon the edge of needing to be washed and not.
Pearly whites smiled as left hand adjusted the mop atop his head and his right hand held the rolled up twenty dollar bill that was his tool. Cocaine. Spread out across a mirror that lay atop a bathroom sink in one of the lesser-filled hotel rooms. Torn and distressed jean hugged upon his lower frame as he sat shortly upon the edge of filled and bubbling hot tub. Bottle of wine lay upon the floor as he leaned forward, rolled up bill placed into an eager nostril as the powder was snorted swift and hard upward, sitting back down his head leaned back as he closed his eyes. Upon the white horse the crow would sit, a smile curled upon his lips as he tucked the dollar into the pocket of his black hood. Slip on shoes tapped upon the sink cupboards as he took a small break. The crow as already feeling the nights activities.
Perched she was. Arms hanging lightly over the cool steel bar of the hotel balcony. Francesca turned her head seeing the other simultaneous party to her right was going along just as this one. The girl had no beer in her hands. But that did not mean there would be no hint of tequila, or vodka in her kiss. Her left leg was crossed in front of her right. Tight Capri jeans clung to her legs and buttocks. While her ever-present Jimmy Choo shoe collection on display. Another night, another pair. Francescas head hung down, as she closed her eyes kneeling over the balcony walls. She took a deep breath in, though it was no use. There was only smoke infused air to be breathed; and that was not what she desired. Her head spun as if she were on a carrousel gone mad. Her dusty blonde hair in curls, ran over her face, and down her shoulders.
The girls mascara was matted and smeared; no doubt. The aftermaths of drugs and alcohol had finally caught up with the girl in the wee hours of the night. Francesca pushed herself off, and made her way back inside the large hotel suite. She saw couple and strangers making out nearly eating one another to death. She about tripped over a pair on the floor. With her head in spins, she made her way to the bathroom and opened the door, slamming it behind her. She locked it before her gloomy, dazed eyes caught sight of a figure near the mirror. Her head did not make sense of what was going on, and Francesca soon found herself once again kneeling. Kneeling over the bathtub.
Alcohol, and the days food contents soon flushed out of her stomach and into the tub. Francesca braced her waist against the tub and hands against the cool white tiled wall. Her left hand that was against the wall, soon slowly slid down the wall and onto the tub nozzle. Francescas hand pulled up the nozzle slightly and let the contents drain while her hair was matted against her face and her shirt. [/b]
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