+ Clarisse 'Rissa' Petrova +
+College: Julliard [double major - classical ballet and music]
+Mafia activity: her adoptive father is the boss of the Russian mafia; she is known as the angel of death or the fallen angel; she deals drugs and makes death threats.
+Flaw: druggie, heavy drinker, smoker, loves to party, personality disorder, manipulative, vindictive.
+Bio: Rissa's parents were middle-class Parisians. Her mother was a model and her father was a lawyer. They were both killed by the Russian mafia when she was seven years old. It was then when Vladmir Petrova, the boss of the Russian mafia took her in as his own. He trained her to be the perfect weapon. By the time she was thirteen, she had gotten the nickname 'Angel of Death'. She got the name for being what they call the messenger of death and having the looks of an angel. She has several personalities. In college, everyone knows her as Clarisse, the best classical ballerina in school with the singing voice of an angel. She also plays the harp and piano. Clarisse is almost the complete opposite of Rissa, a saint.
+Relationship status: single.
+Model: Andi Muise
+Portrayed by: ℓost in a daze♥
1. Clarisse 'Rissa' Petrova
2. Asia Otilia Maretti
a) Tell us a short story about yourself?
You can recognize people by their name. I have three names. Clarisse Petrova and Rissa. My other name is the Angel of Death. My name is my identity, secret.
I attend college as a double major in classical ballet and music. Money has never been a issue for me. Everything has been given to be. I have everything I want. If anyone messes with me, they get what they deserve. No one can break me, cause I'm me. My mom was a model -thats why I'm gorgeous- and my father was a lawyer. When I was seven, they were killed by the Russian mafia. My adoptive father, aka Vladimir Petrova, is the boss of the Russian mafia. He took me in as his own. He made me what I am today. Ever since I've been with him, he has been training me. Thats why no one should mess with me.
When I was thirteen, I had gotten the nickname 'Angel of Death' by my father's men for being the messenger of death and by having looks of an angel.
I attend Julliard, where everyone knows me as Clarisse, not Rissa. I know for a fact that I am the best ballerina in the world and I have an amazing voice.
I do drugs, I drink, I smoke, and I love to party. I'm pretty sure I can drink more than you. I deal drugs, so if you need any, come to me. I make death threats, so don't get on my bad side. That's all you need to know about me.
b) What makes you different from other mafia girls?
What makes me different? Well, I'm have brains. I know what to do and you can be sure that I dont dissapoint when it comes to business. I have money, so I can get anything you need. I'm beautiful, so I can get many things done. I think practically. I dont trust easily. You're gonna have to earn it. I can tell when people lie. It's one of my specialties. I'm proud to me what I am. I'm not ashamed of what I do, its how I was raised.
c) Do you think you got what what it takes to survive here?
Definitely. I can handle myself well. I have money, plenty of it. I have brains, I know how to get things done. And beauty, in New York, thats all you really need. So, simply yes. I do think I have what it takes to survive here.
Hobbies: I love to do ballet (obviously why I major in it, duh), I sing like an angel, I LOVE to drink, I do drugs, and I smoke. I party every night. I make death threats on a regular basis and I sell drugs.
Likes: classical music, ballet, drugs, alcohol, singing, money, smoking, being in control, partying
Dislikes: being corrected, carrying out the threats (though I'll never admit it to anyone), doesn't like being used by others, being told what to do by someone other than her boss, not being good enough
e) Where will you live?
Right now I live in a loft by Julliard. I plan to live in my father's mansion when I'm older.
f) Love interest?
"How much?" the seventeen year old boy named David asked, holding out his wallet towards me. I smirked, knowing I had found another customer.
"It depends on how much you want David", I said, flashing him some of the product. He wanted to buy cocaine. "It's fifty bucks per gram."
He looked at my bag, which held the cocaine. He opened his wallet and took out three $100 bills. He stuffed the bills in my outstretched palm. I put the cash away, and opened my bag. We were in an alley way, so there were no cameras around. I opened up my bag and gave him the 6 grams of cocaine. He nodded to me and stuffed them in his messenger bag. I smiled at how eager he was.
"You know where to find me if you need any more. See you later, David", and with that I walked off, towards my loft.
It wasn't that long of a walk, about 10 minutes. I walked up the stairs in the building and entered my loft. I dropped my bag on the white sofa and walked straight to the kitchen. I poured myself a shot of Smirnoff and downed it. My phone vibrated. I opened it and looked at the text.
Come down to the clubhouse.
Someone stole some of our product.
The text was from my dad. Oh no, Dad is gonna be pissed when he finds out who stole our inventory, I thought to myself as I grabbed my bag and left out the front door just after twenty minutes of coming in.
I arrived 5 minutes later to the 'clubhouse' aka the old warehouse across the street from the local substation. I opened the door with the key that was given to me and went inside. I locked the door behind me and looked around. My father and some of his co-workers were surrounding a large white table. They were discussing something very quietly until they heard my YSL heels click the floor. My father saw me and nodded to me to come over.
"Rissa, someone stole from us. We don't like thiefs involved with our business", my father told me, looking at his other partners. I nodded my head. My father thought it was one of these men.
I looked at all of them, my eyes scanning them for some sign of cocaine on them. My eyes landed on a large man, about mid-forties, who was looking at the other men. I could see guiltiness in his eyes.
"You", I said looking at him. He looked at me, fear in his eyes. Bingo. "Come here." He stepped forward, stealing glances at my father from the corners of his eyes. When he was close enough, I grabbed his shirt and smelled it. Yup, cocaine.
"Him. He stole the product", as I said that one of the men from either side of him grabbed his arms, so there was no way of escape. My father looked smugly at him and slowly walked towards him. He didn't say anything except, "You know what to do." to his men and walked away. He nodded to me before leaving his men to do what they did with that thief. I looked at the clock on my right, it was about 3:30 pm now.
I sighed, knowing I had done what I needed to do and left the warehouse. I walked around the corner, on my way to my loft again. Today had been slow compared to my usual schedule.
When I got back home, I took off my heels and lit a cigarette. The, I sat back on the couch and relaxed for the rest of the day.
(I hope this is good. If you want me to change anything, PM me)