Post by cynthia lunette airaldi on Jun 27, 2012 12:45:49 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME cynthia lunette airaldi AGE & DOB 22 | November 1st HOMETOWN LA, California ETHNICITY Italian-American LANGUAGES SPOKEN American Sign Language(ASL), Italian Sign (ISL), English, conversational Italian (better at lip reading than speaking) SEXUAL ORIENTATION straight HAIR COLOR dark brown EYE COLOR blue/grey HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'7" | 146lbs all muscle DISTINGUISHING MARKS tattoo of the phases of the moon, full at center, on her lower back, darkened outline of solar eclipse behind her left ear, and second star to the right tattoo on the back of her neck, as such (CLICK). Also has a small tattoo of THIS, (click) on her ankle, marking her as a pirate. LIKES/DISLIKES |
LIKES; nighttime, the moon, stars, cats, owls, nocturnal animals, gymnastics, martial arts, weapons, a god bra that keeps the girls controlled, her eyes, blues and silvers, sailing, the water, especially the ocean, but above all, Money.
DISLIKES; while she loves nighttime, she hate's pitch blackness, hates audism, hates being treated like she has a disability, hates being treated like she's broken or weak, hates ignorance, hates metaphorical bubbles, people who don't look at her when they're speaking but instead looking at whoever may be interpreting, being blindfolded,
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES
NOT A WEAKNESS: While Thia does not consider this a weakness, other's may, so it should be mentioned that This is deaf. She became deaf when she was about five when she contracted Meningitis, so she did learn to speak but her words are not completely properly formed, if you've ever met a deaf or hard of hearing person who talks a fair amount, she has that sort of accent. she is a strong lip reader and people can understand her when she speaks very easily, she's considered a good speaker for being deaf, which she does often since most people she meets can not sign. She still identifies sign as her natural language though. Ask her, this is not a weakness since her eyesight and observation skills are very sharp, sharper than most. She also has incredibly night vision. She can do everything a hearing person does, she just does it in a different way.
ACTUAL WEAKNESSES;
Thia can be impulsive and a bit of a bitch and because of this, she is sometimes a hard person to get along with. She is not good at making friends or contacts and her attitude can get her into more trouble. Another weakness she has is, true to Valkyrie form, she is not good at letting anyone in, letting anyone see any weakness. She is so used to people finding out she's deaf and automatically thinking she's weaker, or disadvantaged and so she has basically fought all her life to prove that stereotype wrong but because of it, she never wants to show any vulnerability.
STRENGTHS; She has a lot of physical strengths, when she was a kid she was very chubby, the weight mixed with the deafness made people see her as completely so she worked her but off to become an incredibly athlete. It makes her feel strong. She's a black belt in Judo, and has been doing gymnastics and mixed martial arts since she was young. She still has large boobs which can get in the way but she is fit, and an amazing fighter. Her eyesight and keen observational skills also means that in a fight she can see practically everything that's going on and is very rarely taken by surprise.
Another strength of her's is her determination and adaptive abilities. She is a very strong willed person and will push through no matter what's thrown at her. She is a hard girl to hold back when she wants something.
SECRETS
one. no matter how strong she acts, and no matter that she will never, and I mean never admit it, if someone gets the jump on her and she is blind folded, she is and feels incredibly vulnerable. she is terrified of the idea that she may lose her eyesight because she doesn't have hearing to rely on. I mean she wears a hearing aid that helps her hear large sounds, like she'll know if a fire alarm goes off, but it doesn't help her hear voices, even yelling voices unless they're very close to her and even then, it usually makes a feedback sound that hurts and she has to pull it out. Being deaf, she is not disabled but there is that fear that if her eyes are taken away somehow, she would be defenseless.
two. she was once blind folded and raped. she doesn't know of he was white, black, hispanic, asian, mixed. she obviously would not be able to find him by his voice. all she knows about him is that he was fit, very strong. And while, she can't be sure, but for a moment she got her hand free, it felt like he had a large scar on his left shoulder, possibly from a gunshot wound. She had never felt more helpless. It was why she gets so paranoid about maintaining her eyesight and why she is so terrified of being in the pitch blackness (her night vision is very good, but no one can see in pitch blackness)
in depth
PERSONALITY
- determined
- adaptive
- strong
- very vulgar, although usually in sign not english
- independent
- prideful
- can be bitchy
- can be playful, fun
- creative/artistic
- loves to be on the water
- good sense of humor
- stubborn
- tough
- a fighter
- has taken a few lives, no innocents
- sarcastic
- cold-shouldered to some
- intelligent
- loyal
- can come across as rude
- greedy
- fun
- vulnerable
- caring towards some
- angry
- awkward, not because she is awkward but because of who she is, she can make other's feel uncomfortable. Since she is deaf, she is a very visual person. She scans everything, notices everything, she's like the pirate female version of Shawn Spencer for those who have seen Psych. She has a photographic memory. But she is very detail oriented. For her to know what you're saying she has to watch you face closely. She watches people a lot and the staring can make other's feel strange, especially since she has very large, very stormy blue/grey eyes that can look very intense when they watch you.
- spiritual, believe it or not, Thia is very spiritual, she is not sure if she specifically believes in god or gods or what not but she does believe in this all connecting energy that flows through everything and everyone. She believes that the specific circumstances of her birth, added to her eyes, basically was a sign of how important her site was going to be for her. She believes everything happens for a reason and that it all together somehow should create an equilibrium, a balance. She also believes that with the damage humans have done to the world and the creatures in it, that the balance is broken, mostly due to over population, so if she kills a people? Hey, just trying to get some balance back into the world. She won't kill innocents though. Usually they take from government, sometimes cruise ships, cruise ships they do their best not to kill, just incapacitate, government? if they come at them with guns, of course many of them are going down but they'll try not to hit all of them. Now when they take from criminals, usually smugglers or other pirates, you bet your ass most of them are being taken out.
FAMILY LIFE
"My family loves me but they make me so frustrated. My family, big Italian family is part of the Italian mafia. My uncle is the Don, Uncle Fausto, my mother's brother. But everyone always looked at me like I was damaged. They acted like I was made of glass after I lost my hearing. They love me but I don't think they ever really respected me or understood me. And yes, clearly they are all criminals but frankly, I don't give a rats ass about that. I remember my father was very stern but a good dad over all. He was the only one in the family that still wanted to train me after I lost my hearing. He never learned much sign, learned a few things but I've always been a good lip reader and he made sure to face me when he spoke. He tried to teach me to lip read and speak Italian, I was able to pick up some but it's hard enough for me to speak and lip-read in English. He was the one who got me started fighting though. My mother thought I'd get hurt. I loved my mother, she was a bleeding heart type. She was the one who named me, for my eyes actually. Eye's don't grow as you get older so if you think they're big on my face now, you should have seen me as a baby. She always said my eyes were little moons, so Cynthia Lunette, Cynthia being a name for the Greek moon goddess and Lunette it pretty obvious. But my parents were both murdered when I was about ten. Most of my memories of parents belong to my Aunts and Uncles, although they also all treated me like I was made of glass. I remember missing my father the most because of that, and I know how that sounds but it was nice for someone to look at me and see me instead of my ears. My brother Dante was 16 when they died. Love him but WAY over protective. He barely wanted me to go get the mail alone. Gino was protective but a bit less crazy about it. We were very close, and he's really the only person I came back for although it'll be nice to see the family again. I've just been with people who don't treat me as damaged, so I would be lying to say I was not a bit nervous. "
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
[/b][/size][/div]Aldo Airaldi, brother in law, friend and consigliere to Don Fausto, father to Thia, stern, logical, good man, murdered by Russians alongside his wife, when he was 52.
Mona Gio-Airaldi, sister to Don Fausto, house wife, stayed away from the business, mother to Thia, kind, protective, murdered by Russians alongside her husband when she was 49.
Dante - - - Airaldi, nephew to Don Fausto, brother to Thia, soldier in mafia, extremely over protective, 28 years old.
Gino Airaldi, nephew to Don Fausto, brother to Thia, soldier in mafia, laid back, fun, more relaxed than Dante but still over protective, 25 years old, dying from an injury sustained while on the job, currently in a coma.
Mona Gio-Airaldi, sister to Don Fausto, house wife, stayed away from the business, mother to Thia, kind, protective, murdered by Russians alongside her husband when she was 49.
Dante - - - Airaldi, nephew to Don Fausto, brother to Thia, soldier in mafia, extremely over protective, 28 years old.
Gino Airaldi, nephew to Don Fausto, brother to Thia, soldier in mafia, laid back, fun, more relaxed than Dante but still over protective, 25 years old, dying from an injury sustained while on the job, currently in a coma.
HISTORY
"Talking this much is making me tired, can we pick this up tomorrow? I mean, do understand I can't actually hear myself speaking? It doesn't seem natural to use your voice... fine. Get it over with... where to start? Should I go back to way back when the Italian Mafia began or perhaps skip ahead to my parents? Right, parents it is. My mother was born into the Giovanni crime family. She never really got into the business or anything. My father on the other hand, he was not related to the Giovanni's or the mafia at all at first. When he was a teenager his parents and him lost everything in a fire and were not being repaid or taken care of. Their insurance never came through. My father needed to take up some work to help out. He was living in Naples, Italy at the time, the easiest work to find was running errands for the older gentlemen at a specific restaurant whom everyone new was mafia. All he would have to do is take a box to a corner and give it to the limo that pulls up, or other little things like that. He was obedient. They liked that about him and they paid him the equivalent of 100 bucks per errand, about an errand a day... he was doing pretty good for himself and his family. But as he got older, so did his parents. They got sick and after his dad died, his mother was not far behind. Heartbroken but not willing to show it, as my father had always been, he was sent to work further in deep with the Italians. Eventually he became the consigliere to the Italian Mafia, working with the Giovanni family core of the mafia and was sent to Los Angeles. He was like the advisor or the mediator. Apparently they felt he had a good controlled, logical, and loyal demeanor that made him appropriate for the job
While he was doing this he became very good friends with Fausto Giovanni, who wasn't the Don but was definitely headed in that direction. He also met my mother, Fausto's sister. There was nothing especially exceptional about how my parents got together. Instant attraction but not love at first site. A bit of nervousness on whether it would be allowed, first date felt natural, as did dates 2-marriage. Fausto was his best man at the wedding. Eventually Aldo, my father, and Mona, my mother, had kids. Their first born was a boy. Healthy, on time, Aldo could not have been happy. Aldo, who was now completely emerged into the mafia, wanted his children to grow up close to it. It was strange but he actually felt it was a good environment. He used to tell Mona he wished he had grown up around it so he could have been stronger and adaptive. I was never sure if my mother completely agreed with him on the idea the mafia was the best environment for a kid growing up, but she never fought him on it. They named their first born Dante. Three years later, they had another child. This child was a week early but again, no complications. Another boy named Gino.
So far the two boys were healthy and perfect in my parents eyes. Then came their last child, another three years later, out I came. I gave them a bad scare. I was 3 weeks late. The doctors had wanted to terminate after me being 2 weeks late but my mother said I'd come. I was born right at the start of November 1st, literally just after the clock struck midnight and Halloween ended, on a full moon. No, I already mentioned that my mother named me after my eyes. This was why. Despite being a very late child, I was born on the night of a full moon, just after Halloween, and my mom always told me when I opened my eyes and looked at her, 'it was like the moons from heaven were staring at me' at least that's how she put it. I blame her for my obsession with the night and the moon and stars. I know this sounds ridiculous to most people but I am a very superstitious and spiritual person. I feel like the nature of my birth, it was like I was waiting for that full moon, that happened to be seconds after the end of Halloween, added to the shape, size and color of my eyes, I feel like it was sending a message that my eyes were going to be my power. I may be deaf but my eyesight is perfect, have very good night vision, photographic memory, it makes sense but I understand that others would think that is plain coincidence.
Anyways, we were a happy little family. My dad adored me. My mother loved me. My brothers helped look after me but also played with me. Honestly I don't remember too much before five years old when I got sick. I got meningitis. I had to be isolated from my family as the doctors did everything they could to save my life. Now, get this, my body was not responding to the antibiotics the way it was supposed to. For awhile it looked like I was going to die but on the night January 15th of that year, out of no where, the antibiotics began working in overdrive. They worked quickly, and the doctors told my family I should be fine. The night of January 15th that year had a full moon. I'm convinced I'm stronger on a full moon, more energy. Most tell me it's just mind over matter but either way, I believe what I believe. I got better, my life was saved, but, as is fairly common with meningitis survivors, I was left without the ability to hear.
Since I was five years old already, and knew no one in the deaf community, I still ended up speaking a lot and quickly began to pick up lip reading. I learned ASL from the only other deaf kid in my school. I picked it up quicker than anything I had ever learned before. It felt so natural, so normal. And the older I got, the less I remembered what sound was like. My eyes and my sense of touch meant everything to me. And you know what they say is true, when one sense goes, the others kick into hyper gear. It's not that I have supernatural capabilities with my eyes or anything, I just am better trained on how to use my eyes since it's my main connection to the world and way to communicate. I have to be extra observant. If you're blind, which I can't imagine, but I have been told that the same thing happens to them, they don't literally get better hearing physically, they just learn how to really use their hearing to compensate. Its my guess that many blind people feel the way many deaf people do, and it's not that they're disabled, or broken in any way, they only interact differently with their surroundings. We're not damaged.
But despite that, my family did not seem to agree. As soon as I lost my hearing, my brother's were not allowed to play sports with me. Because apparently catching a ball requires auditory abilities. My mother did not want me around my father much because of his job. My father was the only one who seemed to treat me like I was still the same girl. He would play games when he had the time, took me to martial arts classes, got me started in gymnastics. He would take me to sports games, he tried to learn sign, was conversational at least. My mother and brothers all learned sign for me. I felt nice that my family would do that for me. I can read lips and am a fairly good speaker but, especially as a kid, I felt uncomfortable speaking, I can't hear myself but I know from other people's reactions that I must sound different. Most people assume I must be retarded, although one person thought I was french so their accents must suck. It's just more comfortable for me to sign, I do not like talking and lip reading but I am not involved in the deaf community that much, so it is one of the only ways I can communicate with the majority of the world around me. I also know that the majority of hearing families that have deaf kids, do not learn sign in order to communicate with their children, I may have been treated like I was made of glass and needed constant care, which I hated, but at least It was always clear to me that they loved me. If no one in my family had learned sign? It would be like them telling me, now that I'm deaf, they don't care.
When i was nine, my Uncle Fausto became Don Fausto. My father was happy for him, his friend and leader. When I was ten, my parents... sorry, my parents were killed, murdered in their beds as a strike against the Italians by some Russians. It was never found out who specifically or if it was related to the Russian mob or anything like that. But my brother Dante was attacked as they came through the house, he said he heard them speaking Russian. It hit the family hard. Uncle Fausto was determined to find the men responsible for killing his sister and brother in law, but while my father was still alive, Fausto had made him a promise that if anything ever happened to him, he would make sure his kids were taken care of. So Fausto took us in. We lived with his family. My oldest brother Dante had already been training was getting good. My brother Gino was average but good enough, but my training stopped completely. I was a girl, meaning I shouldn't be too involved with the violent parts as well as I was deaf, and Fausto promised to keep me safe. I was barely let out of the house. For school only. I didn't have friends outside of the family. It drove me nuts. I would practice on my own. My brother Gino was once caught helping me, got into huge trouble. I hated feeling so caged, as much as I loved Uncle Fausto and my cousins and my other aunts and uncles, but they were driving me crazy.
As I got a bit older, their reigns loosened just a bit. I was still not allowed near the business, but I was allowed to have friends and hang out a bit more. But when right as I was 15, and I wish I could tell you what happened, I was jumped by a couple guys, I tried to fight them off, but I was unarmed and outnumbered and once they blindfolded me, all I could feel was them tying me up. I began to have a panic attack, waiting for something, someone. I could not see, I could not move, and I could not hear. After what felt like forever I felt a pair of hands on my clothes and around my neck, squeezing enough to hurt but not to choke. Whoever he was, he raped me. I passed out part of the way through, thank god. Honestly, I must have blacked most of it out. I remember him getting ready and then I remember waking up, still tied up, but sore between my legs. But it seemed like whatever happened loosened my ropes a bit. As much as it hurt to, I knew how to dislocate my shoulder to slipp out, so I did. I ran home and practically passed out on my uncles doorstep. My Uncle nearly went on killing spree. But what did not help is I couldn't tell them if there was a message, she was not sure if they people who took her knew she was deaf or not. Since she was blindfolded she had nothing to tell her family apart from the man had a large ring on his left hand, rough hands, and some sort of scar on his shoulder. Not much to go by when half the men in organized crime have scars and rough hands. And the ring could mean anything. I told them where I had woken up, but by the time they got their the people were gone and there was no trace of them.
They were not able to find him but it made her family even more protective of her. Unbearably so. They didn't seem to recognize that even though I couldn't tell them what the men sounded like, I did get myself out of there by doing whatever it takes. A determination I have always had and will always have. I was in more of a lock down than ever and I just couldn't handle it. Over the next few months I scrapped up some money and a disposable cell and ran away. I left a note for my family telling them not to worry, and if they need to get ahold of me, text this number. It was disposable so I could change it periodically. I would text them my new number. It seemed like my family was pretty furious but I had to get out of there. They were smothering me to an early grave. So I left. I felt some guilt, but I've always been a bit selfish.
But at this point in my life, I was a very good gymnast, was competent in mixed martial arts, real mixed martial arts not the MMA fighting televised shows, and had gotten okay at Judo. Oh and I was a decent pick pocket. So, my plane ticket took me to eastern Europe. Real big problem with communicating there. Traveled down to Italy, to see my family roots when I ran into a travelling circus. They had a wanted poster for work, but unlike most people, I was able to decode the message explaining what they needed were performers and pick pockets. I figured this would be perfect to keep me going for awhile. I joined up. The group consisted of Italians, including a deaf Italian boy who taught me to sign in ISL, Austrians, Ukrainians, an Aussie, two Scots, a pair of twins who were japanese, a man from thailand, and an Indian man who was very kind to me. I was the only American in the group but I fit in well. Working with them was a blast. I refined my skills. Became a black belt, trained myself with throwing daggers, taught by a blind man which was awesome. Learned sword play from the Thai man, he was a master. the twins helped me improve my acrobats. Over all, the circus was a group of low level criminals with amazing skills that I got to basically feed from. I stayed with them for three years. As fun as it was, I felt like I wanted more. Pick pocketing change and living in tents was not permanent for me. And one of the Scottish boys agreed. We had become good friends so we decided to pull a few jobs together. I knew I was a good pick pocket and fighter but it wasn't until me and the Scot went off into actual stealthy theft together than I realized I was very good at this.
I also learned my complete lack of the usual human beings moral compass. All I knew was that I wanted more, more and more. I loved money, still do. There's just something soo... beautiful about it. But it made me think, how do most criminals transport their big deals? I'll give you a hint, it's not mostly by plane, plane's have higher security. No, it's cargo ships. Boats. I have been sailing since I was a child, this was something I could do. The Scott was good on a boat too, we decided, hey, why should Somalia have all the fun? Lets become pirates. We got a group together, a couple already had experience, got a large boat, and we have been travelling around the world by boat ever since. We have made more money as a team of pirates than anyone has before. We're violent, big drinkers, fun, full of laughter, never get see sick, and from what they tell me, we're very loud. We all have a tattoo of our jolly roger symbol. It's a skull with crossed sabers, with a sort of rippled strain in the design. Mine's on my ankle. We made them as tattoo's because we can't actually wave a flag telling the whole world now can we. My job on the ship is a lookout and surveyor. I see everything out there. I can scan the ship briefly and tell you the model, the year, the weaknesses and the basic layout. My lip reading ability comes in handy too, if I have the binoculars out and their not too far away, I can get a clear view of crew members talking and maybe get some info to help our mission.
I can also take a count of how many heads are on board, how many guns, as long as I get a good look, it doesn't have to last for more than a few seconds, sign down coordinates or any other data, everyone on our team now signs which is wonderful for me, but they recognized the advantage of it, communicate quietly over large distances, most people don't know sign so less chances of others understanding our plans... etc. Most nights we spend are on the boat, drinking, laughing, talking, eating some fish we caught, and reveling in the loot.
I have been with them for three and half years, have never had a better time. But we agreed to go ashore for awhile, maybe spend someone of they massive amount of money and presents we've accumulated, we're joking about getting a pet parrot. We need to lighten the ships load a bit, so we're heading to black market. But when I got a call from my family telling me Gino was in a coma, I asked the crew to go to Valkyrie. It's an ocean side town, we can still live on the boat, criminals all over the place, black market alive and well, we would be able to do everything we needed as well as I can see my brother. I am bringing some fun interesting gifts from our travels for my family but I am nervous, they have every reason to be angry with me, but also, I don't want them to think, just because I'm back in the same town as them that they control me. I will do work for them or simply be family, but I am no longer their ward."
[/td][/tr]While he was doing this he became very good friends with Fausto Giovanni, who wasn't the Don but was definitely headed in that direction. He also met my mother, Fausto's sister. There was nothing especially exceptional about how my parents got together. Instant attraction but not love at first site. A bit of nervousness on whether it would be allowed, first date felt natural, as did dates 2-marriage. Fausto was his best man at the wedding. Eventually Aldo, my father, and Mona, my mother, had kids. Their first born was a boy. Healthy, on time, Aldo could not have been happy. Aldo, who was now completely emerged into the mafia, wanted his children to grow up close to it. It was strange but he actually felt it was a good environment. He used to tell Mona he wished he had grown up around it so he could have been stronger and adaptive. I was never sure if my mother completely agreed with him on the idea the mafia was the best environment for a kid growing up, but she never fought him on it. They named their first born Dante. Three years later, they had another child. This child was a week early but again, no complications. Another boy named Gino.
So far the two boys were healthy and perfect in my parents eyes. Then came their last child, another three years later, out I came. I gave them a bad scare. I was 3 weeks late. The doctors had wanted to terminate after me being 2 weeks late but my mother said I'd come. I was born right at the start of November 1st, literally just after the clock struck midnight and Halloween ended, on a full moon. No, I already mentioned that my mother named me after my eyes. This was why. Despite being a very late child, I was born on the night of a full moon, just after Halloween, and my mom always told me when I opened my eyes and looked at her, 'it was like the moons from heaven were staring at me' at least that's how she put it. I blame her for my obsession with the night and the moon and stars. I know this sounds ridiculous to most people but I am a very superstitious and spiritual person. I feel like the nature of my birth, it was like I was waiting for that full moon, that happened to be seconds after the end of Halloween, added to the shape, size and color of my eyes, I feel like it was sending a message that my eyes were going to be my power. I may be deaf but my eyesight is perfect, have very good night vision, photographic memory, it makes sense but I understand that others would think that is plain coincidence.
Anyways, we were a happy little family. My dad adored me. My mother loved me. My brothers helped look after me but also played with me. Honestly I don't remember too much before five years old when I got sick. I got meningitis. I had to be isolated from my family as the doctors did everything they could to save my life. Now, get this, my body was not responding to the antibiotics the way it was supposed to. For awhile it looked like I was going to die but on the night January 15th of that year, out of no where, the antibiotics began working in overdrive. They worked quickly, and the doctors told my family I should be fine. The night of January 15th that year had a full moon. I'm convinced I'm stronger on a full moon, more energy. Most tell me it's just mind over matter but either way, I believe what I believe. I got better, my life was saved, but, as is fairly common with meningitis survivors, I was left without the ability to hear.
Since I was five years old already, and knew no one in the deaf community, I still ended up speaking a lot and quickly began to pick up lip reading. I learned ASL from the only other deaf kid in my school. I picked it up quicker than anything I had ever learned before. It felt so natural, so normal. And the older I got, the less I remembered what sound was like. My eyes and my sense of touch meant everything to me. And you know what they say is true, when one sense goes, the others kick into hyper gear. It's not that I have supernatural capabilities with my eyes or anything, I just am better trained on how to use my eyes since it's my main connection to the world and way to communicate. I have to be extra observant. If you're blind, which I can't imagine, but I have been told that the same thing happens to them, they don't literally get better hearing physically, they just learn how to really use their hearing to compensate. Its my guess that many blind people feel the way many deaf people do, and it's not that they're disabled, or broken in any way, they only interact differently with their surroundings. We're not damaged.
But despite that, my family did not seem to agree. As soon as I lost my hearing, my brother's were not allowed to play sports with me. Because apparently catching a ball requires auditory abilities. My mother did not want me around my father much because of his job. My father was the only one who seemed to treat me like I was still the same girl. He would play games when he had the time, took me to martial arts classes, got me started in gymnastics. He would take me to sports games, he tried to learn sign, was conversational at least. My mother and brothers all learned sign for me. I felt nice that my family would do that for me. I can read lips and am a fairly good speaker but, especially as a kid, I felt uncomfortable speaking, I can't hear myself but I know from other people's reactions that I must sound different. Most people assume I must be retarded, although one person thought I was french so their accents must suck. It's just more comfortable for me to sign, I do not like talking and lip reading but I am not involved in the deaf community that much, so it is one of the only ways I can communicate with the majority of the world around me. I also know that the majority of hearing families that have deaf kids, do not learn sign in order to communicate with their children, I may have been treated like I was made of glass and needed constant care, which I hated, but at least It was always clear to me that they loved me. If no one in my family had learned sign? It would be like them telling me, now that I'm deaf, they don't care.
When i was nine, my Uncle Fausto became Don Fausto. My father was happy for him, his friend and leader. When I was ten, my parents... sorry, my parents were killed, murdered in their beds as a strike against the Italians by some Russians. It was never found out who specifically or if it was related to the Russian mob or anything like that. But my brother Dante was attacked as they came through the house, he said he heard them speaking Russian. It hit the family hard. Uncle Fausto was determined to find the men responsible for killing his sister and brother in law, but while my father was still alive, Fausto had made him a promise that if anything ever happened to him, he would make sure his kids were taken care of. So Fausto took us in. We lived with his family. My oldest brother Dante had already been training was getting good. My brother Gino was average but good enough, but my training stopped completely. I was a girl, meaning I shouldn't be too involved with the violent parts as well as I was deaf, and Fausto promised to keep me safe. I was barely let out of the house. For school only. I didn't have friends outside of the family. It drove me nuts. I would practice on my own. My brother Gino was once caught helping me, got into huge trouble. I hated feeling so caged, as much as I loved Uncle Fausto and my cousins and my other aunts and uncles, but they were driving me crazy.
As I got a bit older, their reigns loosened just a bit. I was still not allowed near the business, but I was allowed to have friends and hang out a bit more. But when right as I was 15, and I wish I could tell you what happened, I was jumped by a couple guys, I tried to fight them off, but I was unarmed and outnumbered and once they blindfolded me, all I could feel was them tying me up. I began to have a panic attack, waiting for something, someone. I could not see, I could not move, and I could not hear. After what felt like forever I felt a pair of hands on my clothes and around my neck, squeezing enough to hurt but not to choke. Whoever he was, he raped me. I passed out part of the way through, thank god. Honestly, I must have blacked most of it out. I remember him getting ready and then I remember waking up, still tied up, but sore between my legs. But it seemed like whatever happened loosened my ropes a bit. As much as it hurt to, I knew how to dislocate my shoulder to slipp out, so I did. I ran home and practically passed out on my uncles doorstep. My Uncle nearly went on killing spree. But what did not help is I couldn't tell them if there was a message, she was not sure if they people who took her knew she was deaf or not. Since she was blindfolded she had nothing to tell her family apart from the man had a large ring on his left hand, rough hands, and some sort of scar on his shoulder. Not much to go by when half the men in organized crime have scars and rough hands. And the ring could mean anything. I told them where I had woken up, but by the time they got their the people were gone and there was no trace of them.
They were not able to find him but it made her family even more protective of her. Unbearably so. They didn't seem to recognize that even though I couldn't tell them what the men sounded like, I did get myself out of there by doing whatever it takes. A determination I have always had and will always have. I was in more of a lock down than ever and I just couldn't handle it. Over the next few months I scrapped up some money and a disposable cell and ran away. I left a note for my family telling them not to worry, and if they need to get ahold of me, text this number. It was disposable so I could change it periodically. I would text them my new number. It seemed like my family was pretty furious but I had to get out of there. They were smothering me to an early grave. So I left. I felt some guilt, but I've always been a bit selfish.
But at this point in my life, I was a very good gymnast, was competent in mixed martial arts, real mixed martial arts not the MMA fighting televised shows, and had gotten okay at Judo. Oh and I was a decent pick pocket. So, my plane ticket took me to eastern Europe. Real big problem with communicating there. Traveled down to Italy, to see my family roots when I ran into a travelling circus. They had a wanted poster for work, but unlike most people, I was able to decode the message explaining what they needed were performers and pick pockets. I figured this would be perfect to keep me going for awhile. I joined up. The group consisted of Italians, including a deaf Italian boy who taught me to sign in ISL, Austrians, Ukrainians, an Aussie, two Scots, a pair of twins who were japanese, a man from thailand, and an Indian man who was very kind to me. I was the only American in the group but I fit in well. Working with them was a blast. I refined my skills. Became a black belt, trained myself with throwing daggers, taught by a blind man which was awesome. Learned sword play from the Thai man, he was a master. the twins helped me improve my acrobats. Over all, the circus was a group of low level criminals with amazing skills that I got to basically feed from. I stayed with them for three years. As fun as it was, I felt like I wanted more. Pick pocketing change and living in tents was not permanent for me. And one of the Scottish boys agreed. We had become good friends so we decided to pull a few jobs together. I knew I was a good pick pocket and fighter but it wasn't until me and the Scot went off into actual stealthy theft together than I realized I was very good at this.
I also learned my complete lack of the usual human beings moral compass. All I knew was that I wanted more, more and more. I loved money, still do. There's just something soo... beautiful about it. But it made me think, how do most criminals transport their big deals? I'll give you a hint, it's not mostly by plane, plane's have higher security. No, it's cargo ships. Boats. I have been sailing since I was a child, this was something I could do. The Scott was good on a boat too, we decided, hey, why should Somalia have all the fun? Lets become pirates. We got a group together, a couple already had experience, got a large boat, and we have been travelling around the world by boat ever since. We have made more money as a team of pirates than anyone has before. We're violent, big drinkers, fun, full of laughter, never get see sick, and from what they tell me, we're very loud. We all have a tattoo of our jolly roger symbol. It's a skull with crossed sabers, with a sort of rippled strain in the design. Mine's on my ankle. We made them as tattoo's because we can't actually wave a flag telling the whole world now can we. My job on the ship is a lookout and surveyor. I see everything out there. I can scan the ship briefly and tell you the model, the year, the weaknesses and the basic layout. My lip reading ability comes in handy too, if I have the binoculars out and their not too far away, I can get a clear view of crew members talking and maybe get some info to help our mission.
I can also take a count of how many heads are on board, how many guns, as long as I get a good look, it doesn't have to last for more than a few seconds, sign down coordinates or any other data, everyone on our team now signs which is wonderful for me, but they recognized the advantage of it, communicate quietly over large distances, most people don't know sign so less chances of others understanding our plans... etc. Most nights we spend are on the boat, drinking, laughing, talking, eating some fish we caught, and reveling in the loot.
I have been with them for three and half years, have never had a better time. But we agreed to go ashore for awhile, maybe spend someone of they massive amount of money and presents we've accumulated, we're joking about getting a pet parrot. We need to lighten the ships load a bit, so we're heading to black market. But when I got a call from my family telling me Gino was in a coma, I asked the crew to go to Valkyrie. It's an ocean side town, we can still live on the boat, criminals all over the place, black market alive and well, we would be able to do everything we needed as well as I can see my brother. I am bringing some fun interesting gifts from our travels for my family but I am nervous, they have every reason to be angry with me, but also, I don't want them to think, just because I'm back in the same town as them that they control me. I will do work for them or simply be family, but I am no longer their ward."
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ALIAS annabelle aka Anna aka ME
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