( ALEXA DEMIE, WOMAN, SHE/HER ) ALORA CAIN the THIRTY-ONE year old is said to remind people of SCREAMING βBUT DADDY NOβ AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS & CRUSHING A HAND BENEATH HER HEELS. they are known to be CHARMING and MANIPULATIVE which makes sense when you think about how they are leader of the THE JADE MENACES.
BASICS
Full Name:Β Alora Valeria Cain
Nickname:Β N/A
Age:Β 31
DOB:Β August 2nd, 1992
Parents:Β Ephraim (deceased) & Bunny Cain
Hair colour:Β Black
Eye colour:Β Amber Brown
Sexuality:Β Bisexual
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BIOGRAPHY
trigger warning:Β parental death & miscarriage
Oftentimes, it's impossible to help who you are. Where you come from. Some would say that our fates are decided for us before our birth. Such is the case with Alora Cain. Born to one of The Jade Menaces leaders, Ephraim, and his mob wife Bunny. Everyone was awaiting Alora's arrival - a guaranteed gang leader. Imagine the disappointment when Bunny gave birth and it was a girl.
Call it prejudice, but it was still the 90s. Women were just now getting used to the workforce, nobody in The Jade Menaces could imagine Alora at the head of the table. She was to become the wife of someone, not be the firstborn to take over. After all, before Ephraim there was his father and his father's father and so forth. Never had it been someone's daughter.
Alora was well aware of the disappointment she had become. Her parents never told her that, but she caught on quickly every time her mother got pregnant and had a miscarriage. They were disappointed by the loss, but there was always an undertone - that could have been our boy. Ephraim and Bunny could have gone the route of IVF or surrogacy, but they didn't want to seem weak and by the point of Bunny's third miscarriage, she didn't think her body could handle much more.
After that, Alora made it her mission to prove herself. Extra gun lessons. Going out on hits before her 13th birthday. If she was going to inherit this one day she wanted to be prepared. There was no other option.
Eventually, Alora did gain the respect of others with The Jade Menaces. Most looked at her like a vapid nepo baby, lucky enough that her sperm cell was the winner, but she got her jobs done. Who cared if she did it while wearing fresh acrylics and a bodycon leopard dress?
Less than a year ago, Ephraim Cain was assassinated on his front lawn. A drive-by. It's still unknown who did it - whoever doing it clearly smart enough to cover their tracks. With that, Alora has moved up her rank and she's taking it very seriously.
HEADCANONS
Alora got an abortion when she was sixteen years old. It's not something she talks about often and it's not anything she regrets since she's always been on the fence about children.
The sound of Aloras voice behind her almost made her groan in frustration. Not because she didn't like the other, but because she knew that her little stunt wasn't going be perceived well to the leader of her gang. Getting caught over something this petty wasn't exactly the Jade Menace way. She didn't speak as she took care of the bill, just picked up the food from the counter and ripped it open to pop one of the small donuts into her mouth. Slowly she chewed it as they exited through the doors of the gas station. "I know, I know." She tried to begin defending herself. "It was stupid of me. I was just in a snack mood, and I didn't bring any money with me. It was a dumb mistake, won't happen again."
Alora wasn't mad. She could have like, chopped one of Alabama's fingers off as a message - she'd let her choose, of course, Alora wasn't a monster. But, Alora also made it a point to stick up for her own, even if it was over a stupid pack of donuts. And maybe she could use that cashier for something good in the near future. She learned long ago to always be one step ahead and to have eyes everywhere.
"You're damn right it won't happen again," she chastised the girl. A small threat for something small. Alora liked Alabama and deep down in her infested heart, considered her a friend, but she'd never verbalize that out loud. "Next time you want to steal something, at least make it worth getting caught over. Otherwise," Alora took her thumb and ran it against her own neck.
@thefallstart
LOCATION: the playpen, back offices (0/5)
πππ ππππ ππππππ π business would mean you had to fill out so much mindless paperwork? the dead of summer heat certainly didn't make things any easier, much less motivating. even still, emmanuel found his eyes trailing over the latest stack of forms that graced his desk, a cigarette perched between the pads of his fingers. while the dull roar of a fan allows him to settle into a pattern, he begs for the open window to send him a breeze. who was behind that text? the last thing emmanuel wanted was for it to look like he was running scared, like a doxen with its tail between its legs. even still, he found himself feeling vigilant. not out of fear, but more so out of preparation. there was not a single fight he found himself shying away from, even if his forties loomed overhead.
the knock at the door that arrives is a blessing in his eyes, giving him a distraction from the demons in his head and the paperwork on his desk. " yeah, come in. " he grunts, adjusting in his chair so he can take in the newfound presence. what are they here for? he's not usually required in the middle of the day, more so when the sun goes down. " what can i do for ya? "
Alora had an agenda. Ever since that little text got sent out, she was met with unease. Was the Blackwell girl's murder really connected to her and everyone else? Who else would come out of the woodwork? She tried to not let it sit in her mind for long, but she had just worked her way up to the top. She wasn't going to let some dead little rich girl bring it down.
Playpen felt like a sort of last resort as she pushed the door open, entering Emmanuel's office. His welcoming her in was nice, but it wasn't necessary. They both probably knew that she would have come in with or without his blessing. "You think I need something?" She teased, opting out of sitting in a chair and instead finding solace on the corner of his desk. "What if I just wanted to see your pretty little face?" She asked, knowing that they both knew otherwise.
"This little text message? I figured one of your dirt weasels would have heard something about it."
Alabama kept her eyes on the cashier behind the counter as she ran her fingers across the products that lined the shelves. There wasn't a dollar in her pocket, but she wasn't leaving that place empty handed. Picking a pack of donuts up, she waited until the employee started checking his phone before making her way to the door. "That's two dollars, Alabama." She rolled her eyes and stopped in front of the counter, throwing the pack down in front of them. Thinking how she should have brought Daisy and picked a store she wasn't at everyday. "You got two dollars then?" She asked before turning around to the other person inside the store. "Or you?"
Gas stations were so not Alora's vibe, but when duty calls duty calls! Even if it is in a horrendous little gas station. After hitting the ladies room, she started to make her way out when her eyes landed on a container of Red Hots. And when she spotted Alabama at the register, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Consider it my charity for the day," she spoke, slamming her Red Hots on the counter. A few bucks was nothing to Alora, but she liked to play dirty. Digging into her purse, she pulled out a sticky pad and pen - writing down some numbers. Ripping the note off, she stuck it on the counter in front of the cashier. "That cover the bill?" With nothing more than a blank stare, she snatched their goodies and took Alabama's arm in hers, giggling away. "Thanks babe!" She called out, pushing the door open, eliciting a light ding.
Outside of the store, Alora handed the donuts over. "Are you like, fucking for real? Did you not learn how to steal stuff in your cooch like the rest of us?"