Falcone, Dominique
Sept 8, 2012 17:24:55 GMT -5
Post by Dominique Falcone on Sept 8, 2012 17:24:55 GMT -5
Dominique Jordan Falcone
[/font][/size][/color]{don't fret precious i'm here/they don't give a fuck about you, like i do.}
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Full Name: Dominique Jordan Falcone
Code Name: Dom; Dommy
Age: 29
Date of Birth: Feb 14
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Human
Alliance: Mob, Civilian
Citizenship: DC
Canon or Original?: Original.
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Dominique has a full head of hair that seems to be her 'strength'. She will always have long hair that runs down below her breasts, a bit past the middle of her back. There are shades of brown as well as a few strands of blonde if she was feeling adventerous at the salon. She favors her dark locks over the processed bleached so many other women elect to try. She prefers there to be curls rather than it being perfectly straight.
Eyes: Dom has a set of piercing blue eyes that are more cold and cruel than warm and welcoming. She keeps them lined with liquid black eyeliner and her lashes are full.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120
Distinguishing Marks: Eyes.
Appearance: Dominique always seen in a black outfit and a pair of heels. Her style is that of a sexy business woman as she elects to wear the little black dress over a suit and a tie. She feels that it is important to look her back as there isn't much room to slip up given her title. Her skin is sun kissed naturally given the Italian descent which causes her bright blue eyes to pop. She has curves in all the right places and she makes sure she shows them off. Her hair is often worn down with curls to frame her face.
Face Claim: Adriana Lima
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes:
- Alochol
- Weapons, guns in particular.
- Money
- Power
- Coffee
- Sex
- The beach
Dislikes:
- The Bat family
- Cops
- Other power players who try to take Gotham away from her family
- Jonathan Crane
- Her 'family'
- SHIELD
- he new heroes
Personality:
Dominique is one that people avoid if they have met her before. She is cold and short if she decides she has no use for a person. She hates having her time wasted so she makes herself unavaliable unless she is needed for something. She perfers to stay in the background just as her father did. There was always someone willing to do her dirty work for the right price and being a Falcone, money was an easy reward.
She can easily put on the charm and dazzle a person with her smile and wit. Being in the game for a bit of time, she learned from her father while her siblings were running around in an attempt to overshadow one another. She learned that fear was a weapon and being in the position of power such as the notable Falcone family, her weapon was locked and loaded. There was nothing off limits in threats, in deaths. If a person couldn't pay up or double crossed Dom, she would have them taken care of discreetly. She is intelligent, having gone this long with an arrest. Though a bit of her ego took a hit when she allowed the cover of Maroni to step up as the 'head' of the Falcone division, she knew that she would ultimately be the one to reap the rewards. She is crafty and quick on her feet.
The darker side of her mind, her fears, were effected the night Scarecrow released his fear toxins into the Narrows. Her mind was altered permenately due to the length of time she went without the antidote. At random times her reality would be warped and she would see the Scarecrow on the face of every person around. She would see images of the Joker stalk closer ready to finish her off with his blade. She wasn't afraid of death, she was afraid of the amount of time it would take her to die. To be alive during her struggles for freedom.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: N/A
Weapons Typically Dom will use whatever is near. In her purse she will always carry a Glock 19.
Strengths/Abilities:
- Manipulative
- Strategic
- Attractive-- tell me that isn't a strength and I will throw you over a cliff. 8I
- Mob Connections which include debts from other members, connections in the police force, political scene, villains and even 'heroes'.
Weaknesses:
- The hallucinations
- Human
- Irrational at times.
- Hot headed.
- Her position
- Recreational drugs
- Alcohol
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History:
Dominique was born out of wedlock, a secret from the Falcone family. Her mother kept them in Gotham as a type of black mail-harsh reality for the mob head, Carmine Falcone. There was always the illusion that her mother kept them there so that she may know who her father was but Jordan remained in the tainted city as a means of showing that Carmine couldn't always get rid of an accident. Despite being the bastard who ran Gotham, she was still his child. During the early years was when his heart hadn't turned black as Dominique was his innocent child with his eyes.
Every news article, story on the television, about her other family Dominique would give her entire attention to. She had his last name, as did various people around the world, but she was actually of that Italian bloodline. It wasn't fair that she was a secret of their union. Why should she be forced to live an upper middle class life when she could be running about the Falcone manner playing cops and robbers with her half siblings. She held a deep seeded resentment for her mother. If it weren't for her opening her legs that night then she wouldn't be there in her current state. She coveted the life she was unable to have. She would have been a princess in reality rather than in her day dreams.
Not too long after Dominique's seventeenth birthday, Jordan feel ill to breast cancer. But the time it was caught she had but a few months to live. She approached her father and at first he was cold. He brushed her off with the wonders of the world, and a handful of cash. Her mother died in the hospital, a bittersweet end to who started the mess. Her father went to the hospital that night out of guilt, their last visit she exploded on him in the woes her teenage emotion range. He paid for the funeral and came forward to accept Dominique as his daughter to the whole of his family. There was anger and rage, the tension could have been sliced with a knife. She was never accepted by Carmine's wife, Lousia, but that wasn't something she was concerned about. It was time to make nice with the family, it was time to learn all about the family business.
Carmine noticed she was bright and cunning. She watched him when she could witness some of what he really did in the dark. There were several times she approached him to discuss her learning more. She wanted to be involved with the meetings that went on behind closed doors. Apparently it wasn't her place in his eyes nor her half-siblings. Alberto sat to take over next, then Mario, then Sophia despite the order in age-- it was the men who would rule before a woman. However, Sophia and Alberto craved more than just the Falcone name. They wanted to overshadow their father and his rat-like ways as he skittered about the underworld in his royal throne. The Hangman and Holiday Killer became their alternate personas. They were quite victorious in creating an name for themselves. Sofia's crime spree ended in her death by Two-Face-- though she never told anyone about murdering Alberto. Alberto, the Holiday Killer, was placed in Arkham but released. Dominique had heard of the happenings that involved the Scarecrow and her brother, her sister during her life, even a hand in it all before she died. Mario and his mother went into hiding around the time Scarecrow released his toxins into the Narrows.
She stood next to a man hole, she had picked up an order for her father and was on her way home. She heard the groaning in the sewers as she stopped for a moment when it exploded into the air. She had no idea at the time what it was, she ran around confused. She had the wit to know that some mist that came from the ground as a bad thing. She ran in the direction of where she thought home was. Miles and miles she ran as she watched in horror as the people around her turned to demons. They cackled like hyenas and spoke of death. It was the torment, the time it took for her to meet her end that terrified Dominique Falcone. She didn't like pain. As a mob princess she shouldn't have to deal with it. Anytime she stubbed her toe it hurt like shit. To have the skin stripped off piece by piece until she bled out, to feel the burn of her flesh as fire would race over her body. She managed to get herself into a building that was under construction. There were few who managed to find the same spot and when they did Dominique would run in the other direction with screams yelled loudly into the air. The police found her and had to subdue her, the night before they didn't hold her accountable for her actions.
There was no one to call. Dominique stayed in the hospital until the antidote had healed her mind. Maroni visited and there it was decided he would be the one to step up while she was out. She couldn't run the business in her state. Her father was placed in the hands of Arkham Asylum and there he would remain. It was time for the bastard of the family to clean up their mess. She learned of her father's involvement with the Scarecrow, how it was his fault her mind would never be the same again. Thoughts of her placing him in a home came to mind though she felt he deserved to rot in Arkham. Then the man in purple came. The clown whose laugh sent shivers down her spine. He approached the mob with an offer, to get rid of the Batman. She held as much hatred for him as she did the Scarecrow. She placed the blame on his shoulders just as much as she did Crane. She wanted vengeance and the Joker was there to give it to her. The Joker who held spot in her past, aware or not at that point.
Dominique agreed to financing anything the clown wanted. The Batman was problem one. The various villains that believed Gotham belonged in their hands was problem two. She figured the Joker and Batman would battle it out, both of them a fight to the end, but it turned out that was never the plan. Sources that were in the building that night informed her what he said. He completed the Joker and thus Joker would never destroy him. She removed herself from Gotham that night and took a vacation to the beach for several months. She arrived home but a few days before the worlds collided. The end result has her angry. With the enhanced superheroes, their meddling also became enhanced from nosey cop to nosey task force that is SHIELD. They want to clean up the streets. What she wants them to realize is that this is not their home, not their place. Dominique Falcone will keep Gotham in her manicured hand until the death of her.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
"It would seem humanity thrives on such petty things. They were sinners from the very beginning; or have you forgotten, sister?"
Her lips pursed into a small smirk as her icy eyes looked up to the wall that was eight feet away from her. She was aware of her brothers presence the moment she stepped into the cathedral. She took no shame in what she did as their opinions were obsolete. It was her God given duty to bless the people of the world with their feelings, who should care if she manipulated them further? There was too much hate in the world, peace was merely spoken but never acted upon. The ones who ruled the world were so focused on money and power, control. It was the citizens of the city that spent time away from their families every day for piss pay that resented their Representatives. Most wanted to be able to live comfortably, have fat babies and the perfect wife rather than be slaves to the work force. The knowledge of their money they worked for went into the pockets of the greedy, the revolts had already started. Be it biblical or man-made, the apocalypse was, again, the beginning process.
"It is truly good to see you, Callisto. Far too much time has passed since our last meeting." She had turned her body towards him as he seemingly disappeared and reappeared next to her. She gave him a warm smile, she understood the joy in seeing a loved one better than anyone.
"It's great to see you, brother." She said with a bit of happiness in her voice.
Callisto, the name she used with those that didn't know of her true identity. It wasn't exactly safe for Muriel to walk around the streets of the world. To the angels, she was hidden. With the war in Heaven there had been attempts of kidnapping. She was a powerful being in her own right with her gift. Anything she wanted a person to feel or not feel, Muriel had the position of power. She could have influenced Dean into wanting to accept Michael's question of possession. Just as she could have made Sam agree to Lucifer's ultimate need for his true vessel. She stayed hidden and used the name Callisto-- a name she had used for ages and that only a select few knew, such as Hadrian.
"What brings you to New York?" Her lips pursed into that smirk again.
"There are big things happening here, you know as well as I, Hadrian." That statement was true.
"Whatever the matter, I am sure you will soon find that there are many others like this man who will need your persuasion. This is a city full of lust, greed, and perversion...the people here live a very fast paced life. The children grow up far too fast. It is not like in the Old World."
She clenched her jaw and nodded. She walked forward down the isle, the site of the Cross several feet in front of them. Flowers, offering plates, and Bibles adorned the table that sat before It. He spoke the truth. There was hardly a girl past the age of sixteen that held her virginity intact. Teenagers stole, lied, did just about everything the good word spoke ill of. Their need for attention had always caused her blood to boil. The desire to be better than the other person, more attractive, smarter. Competition. It was in the human's genetic material, as well as the rest of the living species, survival of the fittest. But over generations the humans have stopped living in that way and instead they were lazy, dramatic, and altogether repulsive to be around. She didn't care for humans of the ordinary variety. Werewolves, shapeshifters, fairies-- those were far more interesting. They were born or made into the life and while they indulge, it wasn't their choice.
"I blame the internet. Their social networking has gone far out of control. Rather technology. During the times in which all they had were their vehicles, they seemed better..." She paused as she chewed on the inside of her cheek momentarily before she glanced at Hadrian. "Controlled?" A brow raised as the right side of her lip twitched upward in a smirk.
"And what brought you here?"
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Dom
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