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[Adalina De Luca]

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••FRONT FACE••

(Auditions) Character
Name && Nicknames: Adalina María De Luca
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Trade: Lawbreaker/thief
Class: Lower
Face Claim: Amanda Tapping
Canon/Original: Original

••CASE FILES••

(Physical Attributes)
Adalina's hair is a thick mass that is not easily dealt with. It is fashioned in no particular style and she usually wears it down because trying to do anything else with it is cause for stress first thing in the morning. It is a dark chocolate brown that falls to just past her shoulders in wavy locks and her bangs can usually be seen swept to the side so that they are out of her way or hanging straight down, in which case the fall to just below her eyebrows. Just because she doesn't bother putting it up on a regular basis doesn't mean she can't or won't. When it comes down to the need to work on it Adalina can throw her hair up in nearly any fashion. Her general style is a simple up-do which is held up with numerous pins while her bangs continue to hang in front of her face.

Her eyes a simple matter. They are a dark gray-green color that hold amusement nearly every minute of the day. On a bright morning they shine just as the sun does and when it's a dark, cloudy color one can see more of the gray in her eyes. According to some her eyes tend to look more blue than green. Her skin alternates shades depending on the seasons, and due to her Italian background during the summer her skin is tanned to a dark bronze color, but in the winters it she is especially pale.

She's rather tall for a woman in that time period, reaching an even five foot nine, and she only wears the smallest heels possible. After all, as her mother so rightly states "it's not good to be taller than every man out there". Adalina is a naturally slim woman but was "graced" with her mothers curves. Whether this was really a gift was merely a matter of perspective, but it seemed to work quite well in most situations for Adalina.

She has two very different styles of dress and it always depends on where it is that she plans on going. Style one is what she wears whenever she plans on being seen during the day. It consists of a modest dress and a simply embroidered handbag as well as a parasol. It allows her to blend in and the handbag offers a perfect place for her to stick her small thieving hands in after stealing a passerby's money. During the night, however, her style takes a less than proper approach and she roams the pubs nearby, praying off of the drunken men.

She always walks with a dancers grace, no matter what, and it almost seems as though she barely touches the floor. Adalina isn't necessarily sure as to where this graceful way of walking came from, considering her mother had been a heavy woman with thundering steps and her father had a stiff leg. Another point to note is her tone of voice, which seemingly changes just as she does between situations. Around certain people, and especially during the day, her voice takes a tone that would allow her to fit in with nearly every upper class setting, and yet at night it's completely different. There's a thick drawl and her words are littered with slang and curses.

••TRIFLES••

likes;

dislikes;

habits;

weaknesses;

strengths;

secrets;

(Personality)
Adalina De Luca is the woman that we all love to hate, whether we admit it or not. She's beautiful, she's sharp, she's funny, and she seems to be a rather rich and free woman. Of course what people don't know can't hurt them...or in this case it will hurt them financially. Adalina is not the rich and free woman that she pretends to be, in fact she's rather poor, and this can be viewed in not only her physical appearance when she's not pretending, but also in how she acts. She has two different personalities, not from some kind of mental disorder, but from a need to shift to fit the situation. Adalina is sharp and quick, often noticing the small facts or when people wish to hide something, and she's gotten rather good at catching people in lies, though it's not a perfected act. She likes pretty much anything that is shiny because, well, if its shiny then it has to worth at least something, and money is all she really cares about.

Adalina loves rich people. Their attitudes are more than a little annoying, but it's surprisingly easy to blend in and Adalina has found that they don't watch their pockets as well as many others do. She doesn't really like other woman or other thieves because she tends to see them as competition and Adalina tends to find herself afraid and worried that she won't get what she wants. Adalina tends to believe that she was meant to be born within the upper echelons of society and feels most within her element when she is surrounded by these people. She's a natural actress hardly ever gets flustered or embarrassed.

Despite the fact that Adalina makes a habit of hanging around drunks and pubs nearly every night, she has never once been drunk. This is not to say that she has never had alcohol, for she has, but she tends to stop drinking whenever she feels her thought processes getting a tad fuzzy. There's numerous reasons for this; one, she knows that if she gets drunk then she has a lower chance of successfully stealing items. Reason two is simple. She has viewed the way that people act when they get drunk and she would prefer to not embarrass herself in such manners.

And this concludes my fail personality -_-;;

••EVIDENCE••

(History)
Adalina De Luca was born to Mario and Bernadetta De Luca in Bologna, Italy on a rather warm, bright day in the middle of April. It had rained the night before and there was a fresh smell in the air...well there would be if one could have gotten past the smell of the dirty waters and streets. Bernadetta was eight months pregnant, almost nine and she was headed home through one of the many canals that littered all of Italy with her husband. They were poor and they lived in the dirty slums of Bologna, yet they always seemed to have money for food. This, of course, was no secret. Her husband was a pick-pocket, just like many of the lower class people that littered the slums and dirty streets. He was rather good at it too, better than most, and he had yet to get caught in the process. Back to the boat and the pregnant woman. Bernadetta had helped many of their neighbors or friends give birth to their own child, and according to her own calculations she still had a couple of weeks before she had to worry about the contractions. When her water broke she began to worry, not because she was having a baby, but because she thought there was a hole in the boat and all of their food was going to get ruined. Her husband thought the exact same thing, yet it didn't seem as though any more water was coming up...and that was when her first contraction happened. With a surprising amount of calmness she ordered her husband to continue paddling towards the house, and it was when he was throwing the rope to tie up their boat that Bernadetta let out an ear piercing scream.

In a matter of seconds there was a woman shoving Mario out of the way and stepping into the boat. It was too late to move Bernadetta and so the child would have to be born on the boat, there was no other way. It was the fastest delivery any of the woman standing on the moor had seen, only lasting an hour compared to the others of four or five hours. A few were jealous, but not ridiculously so. After the child was born Bernadetta ordered her husband and another man to take her inside the house, for she was not going to sit in that boat for a minute longer. Once inside one woman cleaned the child while two others helped Bernadetta out of her now soiled clothing and into fresh clothes and then into bed. They were rather happy to have a child, despite the fact that it meant they had another mouth to feed, but it seemed as though Adalina De Luca was a healthy child.

She grew up quickly and it didn't take long for her parents to realize that she was sharp and quick, learning to speak and walk at an early age. When Adalina was five her father began teaching her how to pick pockets. He would use himself as the test dummy and he would walk around the house with a treat in his pocket. If she could get it without him noticing then she would get the treat and he would teach her to read at the end of the day. While she never managed to get said treat without her father noticing, he would still allow her to eat the treat and he would still teach her to read. She wasn't allowed to practice in public, but when the girl was ten their neighbors allowed themselves to be the test subjects, but instead of treats she would have to try to steal anything in their pockets, under one condition...she give said items back. It took two years before she was able to accomplish successfully stealing from any of her neighbors, but her father would still not allow her to steal from the general public. This more than annoyed Adalina, but didn't dare go against her father's word.

Until she was fifteen. After a particularly loud and angry argument with her father, Adalina left the house in a fuming rage and stalked the streets. She was nearing a pub when a drunk man stumbled out dressed in rich clothing, and she decided she had found an excellent target. Her head down and chocolate brown hair covering her dirty face, Adalina walked by and *stumbled* into the man, her slight hands reaching into pockets and grabbing at...nothing. But he didn't fall for it and the man grabbed her arm before she could try and run away. Adalina knew she was going to jail, she knew that she was probably going to be executed or her hands were going to be crushed. There was also the chance that she was going to never see her parents again, and she had to try to stop herself from crying and begging. But the next words out of his mouth had nothing to do with police. Instead he ordered her to take him to her parents.

I'm sure you can imagine Mario and Bernadetta's surprise when Adalina came home with followed by a rich looking fellow. He informed her parents of what she tried to do and the hard look in her father's eyes made her turn away, ashamed at what she did. The man wouldn't tell if the police...if they allowed Adalina to come with him. The three of them were rather surprised, after all, what would a rich man want with a poor girl from the slums? Adalina and Bernadetta were even more surprised when Mario agreed. She was taken away right then and there. The only upside that Adalina found to this whole arrangement was that she would still be living in Bologna. For a year she learned all of the etiquette lessons, received further instruction on how to read and write, taught how to speak, and once Antonio deemed that she was ready enough, he married her. She still didn't know why he was marrying her, and his answer was rather shocking. He needed a woman at his side so that he seemed a respectful man, but he couldn't have a rich wife because they would expect him home to take care of them. A ruffian such as herself wouldn't care what he did or who he did what with.

It was true, to an extent. She didn't mind where he went or what he did during the night, and Adalina came to enjoy the comforts of a rich lifestyle, but it was what he was like upon coming home that worried Adalina. Even during the daylight hours he was horribly cruel to his staff, people that Adalina found she could connect quite well with. They even helped her perfect he pickpocketing skills. She was unable to be of much help to the staff, but one day Adalina made an attempt to stop him from hurting a young girl and he instead turned his rage on her. He left, leaving Adalina in a bruised and bloody mess, and the servants helped her change out of the ruined dress. Instead of dressing in one of the many other fancy outfits she had, the teenager dressed in something more subtle and she ran to where her parents home was. They were both there, thankfully, and upon seeing what had become of his daughter, Mario De Luca regretted ever having allowed her to leave.

Antonio was to be dealt with, and her father had a plan. The rich man loved his alcohol, there was no doubt about that, and there was a drug called laudanum. It could be found in nearly ever proper household in that time and was often mixed with alcohol in small dosages to help one fall asleep at night. It is a relatively harmless drug when used in its proper dosage and extremely bitter to the taste, but in large doses it has the power to kill. Adalina had to wait nearly a week, but one night she heard Antonio walking restlessly around the house, and she offered to make him some of the drink, and he agreed. She added more than was appropriate, more than enough to kill him, and she handed the drink over. It was no surprise to her or the staff when he did not wake that morning, and after checking to make sure the man was really dead (it was rather obvious), Adalina packed two dresses into a suitcase and took what money he had in the house before going back to her father. They would suspect her of the murder and she had to leave Italy.

Using the money she got from her now deceased ex-husband and fled to London. The trip took nearly all of the money she had, but she still had enough to buy a small, one-story, one room house. Adalina lived alone for nearly two years, keeping the two dresses she had brought along and using them every now and again to walk the streets during the day. It was much easier, she learned, to steal from people when you blended in with the crowd. During the night, however, she worked as a barmaid and managed to make quite a bit of money from tips...and slipping her sticky fingers into the pockets of those too drunk to notice. When she was twenty-two word reached her ears of an outside party that was being held at a park, and anyone who was anyone was going to be there. And so she went, dressed in one of her rather fancy dresses. While there she met a man who admitted, after a week or so of courting, that he was quite infatuated with her. Asking for her hand, Adalina gladly accepted. It was rather difficult for her to continuously make up excuses as to why he could never pick her up from home or why she had moved from Italy and her parents.

Another two and half years passed and Adalina could honestly say that she enjoyed his presence. She didn't love him, and she didn't believe that she could, but he was kind. He also had a dangerous gambling problem. One that had gotten him rather deep into debt and trouble with less than desirable people. It was a bright day, and only two days from Adalina's twenty-fifth birthday and she was on her way home with a few "friends" when they saw the flames. Adalina didn't have any clue that it was coming from her house, and by the time she got there it had been completely destroyed. The police found it oddly suspicious that she had been out of the house when normally the woman remained inside, and she was a suspect. After the man who started the fire was caught he revealed who had paid him and Adalina was let free, but the fire had destroyed everything. She went back to her one room house and went back to her old habits, deciding that maybe marriage wasn't her best option.

**Note::** The city in Italy and the drug are both real and not made up.

••BEHIND THE MASK••

(Me) Name: Maria...Kazu, whatever :3
Age: 19
RP experience: 5 years
Other Characters: Helena Ackart

(roleplay)

For most the weekends were a time for teenagers to hang out with their friends, go see a movie, and go to the beach for a swim, especially now that it was warm out. This was, of course, for normal teenagers, and Kyoya Ootori was not a normal teenager. Generally his weekends were filled with Tamaki attempting to come up with some sort of plan for all of them to do together. Either it was "go surprise Haruhi" or "go to the commoner's market" and one point he had suggested they go to the public beach. How ridiculous that blonde haired boy could be sometimes, and yet at the same time it was hard to stay too upset at him. He was almost like a little kid at times. Annoying, yet innocent. That, of course, tended to annoy Kyoya even more than Tamaki calling him "Mommy". How the hell did that name even come into existence within the club?

Without any plans for hanging around the other Host Club members, Kyoya was surprised at how much he had actually been able to get done concerning the club and some work that his father had asked him to complete concerning the business. There were only a few more things to take care of, mainly coming up with a new theme for the next Host Club party, and Kyoya had decided that he had spent enough time inside the house. With the weather as warm and calm as it was, there was no reason as to why he couldn't be outside. Even Kyoya enjoyed being outside when the weather was nice, as long as he wasn't having to do some kind of labor anyway.

Dressed in a simple, black button up shirt and a pair of dark brown trousers, Kyoya walked down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace. Upon leaving the house, his father had asked why he wasn't taking the car. The answer was simple; because it was a nice day out, he merely wished to enjoy it as much as he could, and that was difficult when sitting inside of a car. Unsure whether his father was disappointed by his actions, Kyoya could honestly say that he didn't really care at this point. Of course his father's opinion mattered when it came to important matters, such as his school marks and and anything that involved surpassing his brothers, but his father wasn't going to get horrible upset over his youngest son walking to the park.

Originally, he hadn't really planned on going to the park because he thought it might be crowded, but his sister, Fuyumi made an excellent point. "With it being such a beautiful and warm day outside, most people will be at the beach. Not many are going to be at the park when they could be swimming." Kyoya had tapped his chin with a slim finger, nodding in agreement and acknowledging that she was indeed probably correct. He had asked if she wished to come along, especially since their father had done nothing all that day but give her side glances and small scowls.

The park was indeed empty of all life except for three people. It was a young couple with a child that couldn't have been more than two or three years old. From this distance it was impossible to distinguish the child from being either a boy or girl, though Kyoya could care less. Pushing his glasses further up his nose, the tall teenager took a seat at a stone table and pulled his black notebook out from under his arm, flipping it open to the page he needed without missing a beat. Pulling his silver pen from the page, Kyoya began to write ideas down swiftly, calculating the costs as he went.

The afternoon sun glanced off of his slim framed glasses, the glare hiding his onyx eyes from public view, and he absently ran a hand through his hair, immediately flattening it back down, all without raising his pen from the notebook. Even though he may not have been in school, appearances were still important. It was best not to look as if he just woke up whilst out in public since one never knew when an acquaintance of his or his father's could pass by.

••THEPLAYBOOK••

so, this was made by jenny a.k.a slytherdorclaw of blank pages!. this took a while so, as always, don't steal. um, yeah. so that's it, really. {with edits by staff}

[Dr. John Watson]

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