Antonia DeLuca

[Antonia M. DeLuca]

:: ANTONIA MARIA DELUCA ::

Basics!

:: AGE: 23
:: BIRTHDAY:May 9
:: GENDER:Female
:: SEXUALITY:Heterosexual
:: FACE CLAIM:Frankie Sandford
:: MEMBER GROUP: Werewolf
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN:English, Italian, scattered bits of German and Spanish


Personality!

:: LIKES:
ADVENTURE: Toni isn't the kind of girl who sits at home and does nothing. She is always looking for that next big thing, the next thrill. She lives for finding new things places and people, and gets off on the adrenaline and nerves from new adventures.

SPONTANEITY: To say that Toni likes to fly by the seat of her pants is an understatement. She has an almost pathological hatred of plans, and loves freedom and keeping her wings spread and options open, going wherever the wind may blow her.

FAMILY: Even when they are driving her insane, there is nothing that compares to her family. Loud, obnoxious, constant fighting and scraps, and always full of love. The DeLuca's may be each others worst enemies at times, but they are all each others biggest supporters as well, and Toni is no exception. Fiercely loyal, you mess with one, you mess with them all.

PLAYING ROUGH: Whether it's in her spare time, sports, fighting or even love, Toni likes to get down and dirty. Despite her deceptively delicate appearance, she is a tough girl, more at home with being one of the guys that with soft pretty girly things. She's not afraid to get a little dirty, and in fact thrives on it.

FULL MOONS: Toni can control her transformations at times, changing at will throughout most of the month. She has never been able to stop herself from changing on the full moon, nor has she ever really wanted too. She loves the total loss of control, when the moon is hanging full in the sky, she feels most like herself, like 'Antonia' at the most basic and true form is able to be out on display. While she knows that some lycanthropes hate what they are, she has never understood that, she embraces it with her whole being.

:: DISLIKES:
BEING TIED DOWN: Whether it's to a person or a place, or even just plans for a night out, Toni hates feeling confined, like she has to do something, or that she is tethered.

HIDING: While she understands why she has to hide what she is, she hates it. She is proud of who, and what, she is, and cannot comprehend those who hate her simply because of how she was born. She considers herself a fairly harmless werewolf. Sure, she's had mistakes, and yes, she has hurt humans before, it goes with the territory, but it was never something she set out to do. In her perfect world, she would be able to wear her species on her sleeve like a badge on honor.

WORKING: Toni doesn't have the best work ethic, and there are literally thousands of things she would rather do, including shoving a molten hot silver fork into her thigh, then make it through an 8 hour shift of anything.

CHOCOLATE: She hates the stuff. You may as well try to force feed her wolfsbane, enough said.

:: HABITS: She chews her lips when she is nervous or unsure of herself, smokes like a chimney, swears like a trucker, usually at the most inappropriate moments, and will obsessively pick lint off strangers clothing.

:: STRENGTHS:
CHARMING: Though it is in a flakey kind of way, the girl is strangely charismatic, and makes friends fairly easily.

BRAVE: Toni is quite courageous, though it could be considered a fault as well. She has nerves of steel, and isn't afraid to try anything once.

LOYAL: Once someone is part of circle, Toni is a fierce supporter, and would take a bullet for those she cares for.

FUN: It's really simple, even those who may not get her, usually can't help but think she's a good time. Like a lot of young werewolves, Toni went through a pretty surly stage, but when she grew out of it, she was often seen as the life of the party. She is vibrant and funny, and wherever you find her, laughter and good times are usually close at hand.

:: WEAKNESSES:
RECKLESS: Toni takes a lot of unnecessary risks. She is strong, she is essentially immortal unless someone goes out of their way to kill her, and this has given her a pretty pronounced god complex. She makes a lot of questionable, downright stupid choices, and tends not to think about them until its too late.

OVERCONFIDENT: Antonia is way more confident than anyone really has a right to be. One of her biggest faults is her inability to really find much fault in herself.

TEMPER: Toni is a fire cracker. She blows up quickly and burns brightly. While she is friendly for the most part, she is a terror when her temper flares, and tends to loose sight of a lot of things.

UNRELIABLE: Toni is loyal and true, she will never lie to you, or purposely lead you wrong, but god, the girl cannot be trusted to follow through on much that she says. If you make plans, its far more likely that she won't show than she will, she doesn't really take most things serious enough to give them the time of day, and it makes her flakey.

:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Antonia 'Toni' DeLuca is, all in all, a fairly straight forward girl. She is loud, somewhat obnoxious. She is boisterous and completely unashamed about who and what she is. She is very outgoing, and tends to make friends and acquaintances, both in the supernatural community and with humans, easily. Her charm has a quirky quality and she uses it to her advantage when she can. Toni is reckless and somewhat chaotic, though she would prefer to just call it spontaneous. She is a thrill seeker, always looking for the next big adventure and thrill, and doesn't like to stay tied down in the same place for long. She is the life of the party, she is fun, gregarious, and likes to joke around, taking few things seriously. She is a tom boy, relates more to men than most women and isn't afraid to get a little messy.

Antonia has a problem with her temper, she explodes, sometimes seemingly at the smallest things, and while she cools down and forgives quickly enough, when she is pissed, her anger seems a lot more than what could fit into her small frame. She doesn't mince her words, and will often say exactly what she is thinking, with little to no thought about how it will be viewed by other people. She can be abrasive at times. While she would never call herself spoilt, she is quite used to getting what she wants with little resistance- a strong personality can easily overwhelm a smaller one- and she can be quite demanding.

Love her or hate her, Toni is unapologetically Toni, and she is confident in who she is and the kind of person she wants to be.


History!

:: MOTHER: Maria Francesca DeLuca
:: FATHER: Johnathan Marco DeLuca
:: SIBLINGS:
Marco DeLuca (24)
Quintin DeLuca (26)
Johnathan DeLuca(27)
Vincent DeLuca (29)
Victor DeLuca (29)
Carlo DeLuca (30)
:: SPOUSE:None
:: CHILDREN:None
:: PETS: None

:: HISTORY: Antonia DeLuca was born in Bantam, Connecticut. A small, practically non existent town. The entire population just barely reached over 200, and even from a young age, it was obvious to Toni that Bantam was just not big enough for the girl. She is the youngest child of Johnathan and Maria DeLuca, the youngest and only girl in a large and quite over the top family. The DeLuca household is full if big personalities, and Toni was either going to end up being the biggest of them all, or the shrinking violet that got lost in the fold. One guess as to which way she fell.

To understand Toni's childhood, one has to understand the small community of Bantam. Founded in the late 1800s, Bantams early citizens were largely lycanthropes. Primarily from England, the early settlers of the town formed a pack, as werewolves tend to do, and while they remained hidden among the humans in the community, a few generations in, the town had become primarily a home for lycanthropes, the were's outnumbering the humans 3 to 1. The Bantam pack has grown over the years into one of the largest werewolf packs on the American East coast. It was a fairly ideal location, a little off the beaten track, Bantam rarely attracts outsiders, and is a perfect safe haven for a group of people who need to remain hidden. While there is still a fair number of humans who call Bantam home, they are so accustomed to the oddities in their small town that they hardly notice it anymore, and the pack has been able to thrive while remaining hidden.

The DeLuca family has been cursed (or blessed, depending on your view) by lycanthropy for as far back as their family tree goes. Antonia's great, great, great paternal grandfather made the trek from Italy to America and settled in Bantam. As a result, the DeLuca's are an old, respected, and powerful family within the Bantam pack. Throughout the years, there have been many pack leaders that rose from within their family, in fact, Toni's oldest brother, Carlo, is the currently holding the position. Because of the unique town, Toni was granted a fair bit of freedom as a child. With more were's than humans, she wasn't forced to hide nearly as often as she would have as someone in a larger city. And from childhood, she was taught to love, respect, and honor the tradition and power that came with being a werewolf.

Now, down to the real business at hand- When Toni was born, her mother was estatic. After popping out six boys, the pink little bundle of joy was exactly what she wanted. Finally, after raising a brood of rough and tumble boys, she would have a little girl to wear dresses and bows, to be the perfect little doll. It didn't take long for everyone to realize that wasn't going to be the case. Little Antonia would rather play with Marco's tonka trucks than the stuffed unicorns and my little ponies, would ruin whatever dress her mom put her in, and ripped many a bow out of her hair. Her best friends growing up were her brothers, and her and Marco were often mistaken fro twins. When she was five, she locked herself in the bathroom and chopped off all her long chocolate curls, and the short crop was what she has been sporting since. She stopped responding to 'Antonia' and demanded that everyone just call her Toni, it sounded less frilly in her mind.

Toni was always the ring leader of her little group, Toni and her boys, the trouble makers, the ones who not only had their parents, but the pack leaders growling and muttering angrily. Even during the almost required surly teen years, Toni was a bit of a beacon, she drew people to her, and managed to have fun, even when it was a bit on the destructive side. The older she got, the more restless she became. She loved the pack, she loved her family, she loved all her friends. But she was bored, and by 15, she was looking for any and everything that could break up the monotony of day to day life in Bantam. It was the same faces, day in, day out. While in it's early days, Bantam was like a beacon, drawing new werewolfs into the fold, there hadn't been any new additions in Toni's lifetime, and watching the same rivalries, the same lovers fight than make up, the same power struggles and friendships, no longer held any appeal. While there weren't rules per say that said you needed to stay in town, little trips abroad weren't really encouraged. Toni, of course, didn't really worry too much about being encouraged, and started taking every chance she could get to head out past the towns borders.

The nearest town was hardly some bustling metropolis, it was different, and Toni started spending more and more time there, making new friends. She was surprised to find that while she hated having to hide who she was, she was able to mix in with humans quite easily. She became pretty well known in Neddick as the slightly crazy party girl from that little hick town no one ever went to. She experienced a lot of firsts between the ages of 15 and 16, some great, and some less than ideal. But good or bad, it was something new, and that, as it turned out, meant more to her. The most notable, was her first, and so far only love. Toni, even at 15, was already pretty well versed in love, or at least teenaged lust. She was no innocent angel, by any means, though she had never really had a boyfriend. A deep seeded fear of commitment was already showing itself, and she bounced from guy to guy, usually one of her circle of friends, without thinking much about it. That changed when she met Patrick, the local football god in Neddick. They met, they made out, and yes, they feel deeply, madly, into full blown puppy love. That in itself was frowned on by the more traditionalist members of her pack, most of her family included. Toni however, as always, didn't much care for their opinions. She dove in head first, with no worries for the consequences. Young, stupid and in love, she decided she was tired of lying to Patrick, and decided to break the most fundamental rule of any werewolf. She was going to tell him what she was. But, of course, with her love of theatrics, it wasn't enough to just tell him. She had to show him. The next full moon, she took him to one of her favourite spots in the woods surrounding Bantam. And she shifted. Normally, Toni has fairly good control of herself on full moons, at least enough to not turn into a raging beast. This was however, the first time she shifted with no one else from her pack around, and the first time she shifted so near to a human. The smell of his skin, the fear that seemed to pour out of him, it was a little too much. Toni lost control, she attacked. It wasn't just that she bit him, turning him would have been a hard enough cross to bear. No, she tore him to shreds. It was the first, though unfortunately not the last, time she ended up hurting someone completely by accident. It still remains the one that effects her the most.

Toni returned home the next morning numb, her brothers helped clean up the mess, and for a time she was cowed. She stayed in Bantam, shied away from humans, and seemed to be a different girl entirely. Though it took the better part of a year, eventually Toni started coming back out of her shell, and more reckless and chaotic than before. While she was restless in Bantam before, it was utterly driving her crazy now. She needed out. She needed more. There was nothing for her in the pack, the neighboring area held nothing but bad memories and shame, and as much as she loved her friends and family, it wasn't enough. The thought of staying there, getting married, popping out a half dozen little werewolves like her mother was enough to send her into full blown panic. So she did what so few ever chose to do voluntarily. She left the pack. She was only 17, had no concept of the real world, but she knew it had to be better than being stuck there.

In the years since, Toni has become a bit of a wanderer. She has traveled the world, sticking around someplace long enough to make enough money to move on. She has stayed in within human cities, has occasionally sought the solace of a pack when she came across them, and even spent a few months with a coven of vampires just because she could. She has worked as a waitress, tour guide, stripper and cashier, she has rubbed elbows with all types of people and creatures, and has not let anything hold her back from the next adventure. Though she is happy with her life, she get lonely sometimes, even when surrounded by friends. A part of her wants to find somewhere to settle, another pack to latch on to, but a louder part of her is terrified of that happening. That's one of the main reasons she hasn't gone back to Bantam since leaving. She talks to her family, has photo album that goes everywhere with her filled with her parents and brothers, her cousins and uncles and aunts and now, the startling number of nieces and nephews (it seems like there is a new one each year), but short of a tragedy, she can't imagine going back. So until something clips her wings and makes her want to settle in one spot, she fully intends to keep wandering until she finds a place.


Out Of Character!

:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS:Silver
:: YOUR AGE: 25
:: CONTACT: PM me ^^
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Been Rping on and off for about 7 years
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: nope. Not yet at least.

:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: Another day another dollar. Or more accurately, another thirty seven dollar's and change. Oh, the joy of working for minimum wage. With a bored, vacant look on his face, Victor petulantly handed out the change for yet another overpriced coffee. Eyes glassed over, he was the picture of unimpressed. Not for the first time, his mind wandered, imagining a world where his father didn't make him work while in university. If the whole point of him being in Lindbury was to go to school, to learn, study, sort out his shit, then what the hell was he doing spending valuable study time slaving away behind a register and smelling like he took a bath in a percolator? To be fair, he wouldn't likely be spending the time studying so much as he would be messing around with friends and generally doing anything than what he was supposed to be. But that was all beside the point. The point was--- his thoughts tailed off, the banality of the day took it's continued toll. At the end of the day, the point really was that he was bored, and going on two years behind this counter, Vic was half convinced that his father's real plan when he'd send him away from home was numb him into submission. ”Hey, kid, I said I need a latte. Vic brought his focus back to the customer in front of him, his lip curling ever so slightly. “Yeah, yeah of course. $5.67.” He said, managing to turn it to a smile and resisting the urge to send one of the sugar shakers flying across the cafe into the back of the guy's head.

Handing the man his change, his dark eyes darted to the clock behind behind the counter, the fake smile turning real. Five more minutes.... four.... “Ah, screw it.” No one was really going to care about five minutes. He closed up his till and pulled his apron over his head. “I'm out” he called over to no one in particular, it seemed everyone else on shift was counting down the minutes left, judging from the complete lack of response. Flinging the apron over his shoulder, Vic pulled a large cup and filled it to the brim with the darkest roast they had brewed. There was at least one bonus working at a coffee shop. Sipping carefully from the overly full cup, he made his way around the counter and proceeded to flop down into one of the arm chairs next to the window. While he wasn't particularly inclined to sit and hang around after work, Lindbury had a limited number of places to hang out, and Muse's Workshop was as good as any of them.

Almost absently mindedly, he shifted part of his thoughts to his coffee, letting his hands move from the cup as he fished his phone from his pocket and the overfull coffee spun from the air in front of him. He deftly pecked out a few texts and shoved his phone back, confident enough to just assume that someone would his answer his call. He swung his legs over the edge arm of the chair, leaning back and looking out the window, his coffee still idly floating near his hand. His nose scrunched slightly, boredom clearly etched on his face.


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