RICCI, isabella [Approved]

[Isabella Ricci]

Lust

“Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.”

You're Such an Inspiration for the Ways

name: RICCI, Isabella
age: 28
orientation: bisexual
gender: female
species: manifestation of Lust

That I Will Never Ever Choose to Be

build: curvy
height: 5'6
weight: 132 lbs
eye color: brown
hair color: black
appearance: What's to say about lust? She's practically perfect in every way: hour-glass figure, shapely breasts, and a model's walk. Her lips are full and almost always curved into a knowing smile. Black hair falls in loose curls to her mid-back, framing a beautiful face with large brown eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Her skin is an even natural olive and her clothing makes sure to compliment this in cut, color, and couture.
face claim: Monica Bellucci

Oh So Many Ways for Me to Show You

personality: She's confident and usually level-headed. Bella is the embodiment of sexy, but that's what's to be expected from the personification of lust, right? Holding her head high, she struts around with that knowing smile. She knows she's hot, she knows you know she's hot.
However, this is all a show she puts on for the people around her. Actually, Bella hates herself. She's done a lot of growing up, and she's realized that people only want her for her body. What lust really wants is love.

strengths:
+ She's beautiful, and she knows it. She also knows how to use it.
+ Connections with the mafia give her a nice amount of power.
+ Smooth talking: she can talk her way out of a lot of things.
+ Connections with demons and others like her.
+ She's vicious and will stop at noting until she has what she wants.

weaknesses:
- She's never really been taken seriously, usually viewed a sex object and nothing more.
- The normal human weaknesses: bendable, breakable, killable.
- She likes pain, and it can distract the hell out of her.
- A pretty face: She is lust, after all.
- When scared, she's often paralyzed by it.

fun facts: Blatant Mary-Sue, but I think lust calls for it, no?

history: She was born in a small village in Italy, but didn't stay long. Shortly after, her parents moved from the village to a large house on Long Island in some kind of mafia neighborhood. Isabella grew up entirely sheltered from what was going on around her, kept ignorant via her childhood innocence. All she knew was that her parents seemed happy, she was showered with all sorts of gifts, and that she was apparently going to "grow up and make some man really happy." It wasn't until her teenage years did she finally come to understand. The idea of her father being a murderer for money didn't faze her, as long as the flow of cash and gifts kept coming in a steady flow. And they did, even after she moved out of her parents' house, single and unbetrothed at nineteen.

School hadn't really been hard for Bella, mostly because she didn't attend half of the time. Most of it was spent in a cleaning closet somewhere on her back since the age of fifteen. It was the lifestyle she had chosen, taking several lovers and loving not a one. Bella used them all and, when she got bored, passed them off for something new. The only reason she never failed a grade was because her parents could flash their cash practically anywhere in the city and get what they want, including grades in the B and A range.

Having left her parents' house, Bella settled down in a high-rise apartment complex, funded by her father and his "associates' " money. She didn't even bother seeking a job, not particularly needing one. Rather than getting out, she just delved deeper, becoming something of a trophy escort for some of the better-paying and more handsome members of "the family" as it was called. Bella found that she rather enjoyed this, and continues to earn a bit of cash aside from the steady flow that her parents' send everyone once and a while.

How Your Savior Has Abandoned You

name: Bai (bay)
age: 18
experience: However long Jude has been, I don't remember.
password: admin edit
sample: Bella stalked into the two-story building, anger etched onto her pretty features. Her jaw was set so that one could actually see the tension ride up into her cheekbones. A tiny, fair-haired rose up in an attempt to stop the larger woman from entering the heart of the building, but Izabella reached out and planted her hand on the woman's collarbones. With a graceful, effortless shove, Bella sent the woman back without a word. The smaller woman stumbled against her desk and called after her meekly, "You can't go in there!" She exclaimed, but Bella wasn't listening.

"TONY." She yelled, the sound echoing through the mostly silent building. "TON-AY." Bella wasn't one to indulge in wrath; it just wasn't her thing. However, this... thing had gone too far. A few curious heads peeked out to see what the commotion was, but when they saw Isabella Ricci coming, they quickly made themselves to look busy. A wise decision. By the time she had reached her destination it seemed that everyone everywhere was busy. Bella's hands grasped the brass handles of the double, large red oak doors and ripped them open, stepping into the back office like she owned the place, placing her hands on her hips. The sour expression that had previously masked her face had gone, leaving her tongue caught between her right canine and the tier bellow it. One slender eyebrow was raised drastically, her dark brown eyes staring daggers at her target.

The man in question had been on the phone, shouting in Italian at whoever it was on the other end of the line, but Bella's sudden burst had cut him short. Tony swiveled about in mid-shouting match. He gawked stupidly at her for a moment, then told the man on the phone that he would call him back later, then slammed the receiver down. His face went crimson.

Now, Tony was not a handsome man by any stretch of the word, ordinarily; his head was big, the wrinkles under his eyes drooped just so that he looked like a bulldog. His lips were too thick, nose too wide for his face and looked as though it had been broken more than once. It hurt to look at him sometimes. With the anger ebbing and flowing from him, he looked his worst. Rising from his cluttered desk, he slammed his meaty fists down and stared daggers at the curvy woman across from him. "Who da hell d'you think you are?!" He screamed. Even at 5'4 and two hundred some-odd pounds, Tony still commanded respect. Bella offered very little, not bothering to even blink when he shouted at her.

"Tony," She said, level-headed for the first time since enterting the building, "We gotta problem."