Nickname:
Ali

Age (dependant on rp):
18-24

Date of Birth:
April 8th

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bi-sexual

Looks:

Looks Description:
black hair
green eyes
olive tanned skin

Job (dependant on rp):
school
pole dancer/dance manager
mafiawork

Personality:
Alaina is a spitefire, kind of cocky, very flirtatious, sharp-witted, and fun to be around. She's abit of a party girl and player, most of the time sticking to one-nighters and random make-outs.

Fears/Flaws:
being alone
arrogant men
drinker
short temper

Background:
Alaina grew up in Italy in a huge italian mafia family. Yeah, that trope. She made it through life easy until her early teens. Then an adult rival from another gang r@ped her and shot her in the arm. The guy ended up in jail years later once Alaina got her evidence. Since then she tended to be interested in girls more.

Family:
Natalo Blackford - Father (50-56)
Zamalia Blackford - Mother (44-50)
Conner Blackford - Older Brother (21-27)

Scenarios:

1
A new student is arriving from Italy and it's all the gossip. You are tasked with giving the new student a tour through the school since you have the same classes. Once you find the girl, you see her with tattoos, leather jacket, leaning against the motorcycle on the phone.

2
You're in Italy on vacation with your friends. One night you are dragged to a bar and pole dancing club. As the nights drag on and you loosen up with drinks, you are finally pulled to where the main stage was. A tall, plentifully curved girl with black hair and striking green eyes was dancing, scanning the crowd. Her eyes land on you and she winks with a smirk.

3
You're from the rival gang and are going to sneek into the top gang's facilities, just to see it. As you're sneaking around you meet a few close calls but make it through the building to the offices. You just wanted to know why your cousin was in jail, and the gang had control of the police, confiscating the files. As you open the drawer of the desk, a gun is pressed to the back of your head. A velvety female voice reaches your ears, saying "Who do you think you are going trough my desk?"