“ why?
because i’m not doing exactly as i’m told? because i’m not stuck in a corner hiding in a book?
for once, i’m not afraid of life and no one can handle it because you all prefer the insecure little girl. ” angelika d’antonio.
XXVI
detective.
“ mommy issues or not, ed gein was one of the most intriguing serial killers to study. i managed to write a fourteen page essay about him my senior year compared to the shit the rest of the class who picked sissies like ted bundy or even jeffery dahmer. charles manson is another one i’ll allow you to argue with, although he was more so a sociopath than a psychopath, he manipulated all those innocent people to go kill those he wanted dead, ” the blonde muttered with her nose wrinkled, taking another sip of the scotch that was handed to her.
‘ IS THIS WHAT GETTIN’ OLD FEELS LIKE ?? ’ muted mutter is more to himself than anyone else ; squinting through newly-placed lenses, the brunet can’t help but allow a wistful chuckle to pass through chapped brims. ‘ i miss the days where i didn’t need damned glasses to read everything. ’ ( instinct tells him that the other has limited interest in his precipitate intrinsic monologue but he’s never been reason’s greatest fan. ) ‘ youth is so fleeting, isn’t it ? we take it for granted … take everythin’ about it for granted, don’t we ? good eyesight, colour in your hair, lack of wrinkles — — y’never realise how good it all is until you’re nearly fifty and y’can’t read the damned menu. ’
looking up from the table she had located herself at to witness the male muttering to himself -- or possibly someone that her eyesight couldn’t catch --, she slowly closed her notebook that was filled with evidence towards most cases, homework being the only logical thing that kept the blonde sane in a world filled with nothing but homicide and drug cartels. “ fifty is hardly old, ” she finally muttered with a hint of smile located on her lips as she slid back in her seat, keeping herself comfortable while she felt a possible conversation arising. “ chicken parm is usually the best on the menu, unless you’re one of those vegan things. ”
ANGELIKA MARIE D'ANTONIO, also known as “THE ARBITRATOR”, is TWENTY EIGHT years old and is a DETECTIVE. SHE is said to be INTELLIGENT, ADAPTABLE, LOYAL but if you get on HER bad side, she also tend to be UNPREDICTABLE, AGGRESSIVE and VENGEFUL. ‘GELIKA identifies as a CISGENDER FEMALE and bears an uncanny resemblance to JOHANNA BRADDY.
okay let’s try thIS AGAIN. i’m kori ~ 20 & est. i’ve been stalking this rp since it hit the tags & debated on so many characters but i suck at playing shitheads & villians so let’s see hOW THIS GOES. i’m up for any kind of plots !! so pls just let me know if you wanna plot things out - i’ll put somethings about my lovebug underneath.
biography. // tw: murder / depression & overdose
angelika was born in fort worth, texas and invited to the world by her elder brother and parents on april twenty first at five in the morning.
the family moved to las vegas when angelika was five, causing her to lose any memory of her hometown since she was taken away from it at such a young age & lose her little southern accent quicker than her brother had, many almost refusing to believe that they are siblings because of her full blown american accent while he still has his texas slang at heart.
growing up, angelika rarely saw her parents because of their jobs, causing her and her brother to bond quickly and get closer than possible. her brother was someone that she would take a bullet for even at the age of seven, looking up to him more-so than her own parents.
unlike her brother, angelika didn’t really rebel or do anything considered illegal in her high school years. angelika wasn’t exactly what you would call a loner or a bitch, but she definitely wasn’t someone that people would run up & introduce themselves to.
she was nothing less but a perfectionist when she was in high school, knowing that in order to get into the criminal justice program in new york, she would need nothing perfect grades and distractions were something that would do nothing but ruin her future plans.
at a young age, angelika made it known to everyone around her that she was capable of taking care of herself and she didn’t need a man by her side to keep herself above water. many woman were intrigued by the woman because of her ability to be so independent the moment she entered the hallways.
her senior year was when angelika finally became to enjoy herself. with constant high grades and nothing but good references by her teachers, she finally experimented her tolerance with alcohol & even got herself her first boyfriend.
it wasn’t difficult for the girl to get away with the things she did, not only was the child of the family but she managed to learn the mistakes from her brother, always managing to get away with the drunken state she would come home in.
it was halfway through her second semester in her senior year that she found the cops at her doorstep, her parents and herself nothing less than confused as they sat down, questions arising about her ex-boyfriend and his whereabouts the night before, angelika fully believing that he was at home the night before studying and getting ready for college applications.
it was brought to her attention that her boyfriend had been experimenting with drugs behind her back, refusing to bring her around it because of her being uncomfortable with it and her parents both being in the law enforcement. that night, she found out that her boyfriend had overdosed on cocaine.
this was when the first wave of depression hit the young girl. being eighteen and seeing the apparent love of her life die without her ability to even understand why, being unable to say goodbye and unable to even picture him doing such a thing, the blonde curled up in her bed for days without a single word uttered from her lips.
it was only jackson that managed to pull her out of her rut, helping her understand that things happened for a reason and help her pick herself up from the ground that seemed to pull her down each time she tried to take a step.
almost missing the deadline, angelika was more-so shocked when she got accepted into the schooling she had dreamed of since she was old enough to know what she wanted to do with her life, hope finally shining a light at the end of the tunnel.
once graduated from the criminal justice major from nyu, she sat down with instructors to figure out what field she would like to focus on and with her constant pull towards knowing the answers and being the one to lay the facts on the table, angelika decided that she wanted to be nothing but a detective.
taking some night classes and online courses, she was able to give herself backgrounds of psychology and forensics as well as her major in criminal justice before joining her brother side by side in the las vegas police department.
angelika was someone that many would request to work on a case because of her inability to miss a step when looking over files or looking over a dead body, she was someone that needed every single thing written down from the tint of someones skin to the exact time they were born.
things had been going so well, that it was almost expected that she was going to be hit with darkness once again and it was the moment that she had been told her father had been murdered that things came crashing down around her once again.
tears were never shed as she took months off work, lived off bowls of cereal and a single shower a week while curled up in the same blanket every hour of the day. words were barely muttered and her eyes were bloodshot to no ends, causing many to think that giving her more than a leave was needed.
it was the notification that suspects were being found soon after was when she finally got up and got herself together, pushing down every single feeling and every single tear so deep down in her stomach that it was almost non-existent, not a word muttered about her fathers death.
now, angelika is back on the job and working with such a cold exterior that many around her are worried about her wellbeing but knowing better than to push her too far. it’s only cases with gun-shot murders or overdose that angelika steps to the side long enough to gather herself from the darkness taking over once again.
personality.
angelika comes off as nothing less than someone who doesn’t have empathy or a single caring bone in her body, but it comes with the job. many don’t approach her because of her resting bitch face and her snub comments to avoid conversations.
deep down, angelika is nothing less of a romantic craver and a child at heart. her adult years were mostly nothing but darkness with a few light rays shining through and because of that, she rarely shows her true colours to people and makes sarcastic comments and fake smiles instead of showing those around her the real angelika.
at the end of the day, angelika wants nothing more but for someone to hold her tight and love her the way she believes she deserves, she hates going home to darkness and not someone to pull the sadness from her body with their embrace.
when she’s in her dark place, angelika is very much numb and shut down, nothing hits her in a way that it shoulder, she rarely talks and tends to avoid eye contact a lot more than she usually does. she is also very distant and distracted, not paying attention to anything that’s happening around her.
fun facts.
she lives in a two bedroom apartment in downtown las vegas, not far from the police department. ( if anyone wants her roommate then please let me know )
she has a snow white, blue eyed cat named mittens that she got when she moved back to las vegas after schooling.
she has exes, not many that she talks to but most ended because of her inability to battle work/school and a relationship, her body wanting to indulge in the relationship more-so than her work. ( if anyone wants to play an ex, please let me know )
she plays guitar - thanks to her elder brother for showing her at a younger age, although she doesn’t play much anymore unless it’s late at night and she can’t sleep.
her first therapy & medication was given to her after the death of her boyfriend her senior year, but was able to come off her medication and limit her therapy sessions because of her progress throughout the years, it wasn’t until her fathers death that she found herself with the same bottle of pills and the therapist, but lately she has been skipping sessions, not wanting to bring up memories that are going to cause a breakdown.
she’s 5′4 and about the size of someone’s pinkie finger but could probably kill you with a single stare.
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