adriana 'adri' nasser. thirty four. new york city.
new york native, who's a member of the brotherhood. working as their on-demand assassin/cleaner.
+ creative, passionate, humble.
- hot-headed, stubborn, loner.
Growing up, Adriana was fairly used to the process ofĀ āgetting byā andĀ āsurvivingā, considering her parents were illegal immigrants from Brazil, who found their way to New York. A difficult task, but one they thought was better for the pregnancy Adriās mother soon discovered.
Not having been in the US long, it was evident they needed to get jobs under the radar, cash in hand, to allow them to make ends meet, considering their child on the way. So, with her mother working as a waitress in a local 24/7 diner, and her father working the doors at local clubs, they were doing what they could, with adjustable shifts and days, allowing them to eventually raise their daughter.
Whilst it was difficult for the most part, the newfound parents did everything they could to ensure there was always one of them around to care for their newborn. But, eventually, as she grew up, it was apparent that it was mostly just her fending for herself when she was at an age that was possible. Her parents struggling financially for as long as she could remember, there were only so many opportunities available to them.
As Adri edged into her teenage years, there was a lot of jealousy over her friends and peers, who seemed to have things that could only dream of. Clothes sheād kill to be able to borrow, let alone afford herself. So, how did she cope with that? She had sticky fingers. Five finger discounts, if you will.
It started off small, a lipstick, or a chocolate bar when she was out with friends, but it rapidly grew into clothes, shoes, bags, anything that would help her blend in with her school friends, always previously referred to as theĀ āpoor friendā.
However, as time went on, so did her skills. The adrenaline rush that came with that. She was caught once when she was in the early stages, and that was enough for her to perfect the art. Nobody questioning her, as she began to look as though she was the types of clientele theyād exposed themselves to in the first place. No more hand-me-downās from her mother, but sporting designer outfits to allow her that camouflage.
Whilst this wasnāt ultimately her style, nor her place in life, it did the job. Until eventually, she found herself entangled amongst The Brotherhood, gone were the days of stealing for pleasure, but instead, stealing for business. A professional, if you will. Cat burglar. Whatever it was they needed? She was on hand to retrieve it. No job too dangerous. And there sheās been for the last 12 years.
Outside of her āworkplaceā, the woman remains fairly social, always out for a drink or two with fellow members, or perhaps the odd familiar face outside of The Brotherhood, though thatās rarer these days considering they tend to ask a lot of questions. Particularly curious what she did for a living. And, the wholeĀ āthief by nightā thing doesnāt usually go over too well for those living a rather comfy lifestyle.
And of course, based on the above, it always makes dating pretty redundant. Instead, opting for the more casual scene. Especially considering sheās used to flying solo with regards to more complex relationships. Her parents were doing their best, but ultimately did a number on her by not being around. So, sheās not in contact with them much these days, aside from a brief phone call perhaps once a month or so these days.
adrianaās relationships :
TBA
So, thatās pretty much it for now, but as things develop and as I get more creative, I'll probably add more to this as time goes on. Also, once Iāve plotted, Iāll update the section for connections to detail her current relationships.
ADRIANA WAS SITTING SOLO, not uncommon for the most part, where the brunette was concerned. Sure, she was surrounded by people in the long-game, but where she could seek solace, well, sheād revel in it. And if that meant on a table by herself, in an otherwise busy establishment, sheād take it.Ā But then, there were a few faces sheād perhaps make an exception for. Including, JJ. Someone with whom helped her out in the past, allowing her to figure her shit out financially, before ultimately allowing her to live comfortably in this present time.Ā āBaptiste.ā She called out, a quick attempt to grab his attention before fingers tapped at her near-empty glass.
āAre you going to come and sit with me, or am I fucking invisible now?ā She teased, a smirk present across her features as she slid over in the booth she was comfortably seated at, indicating there was plenty of room for him to set-up-shop.
