WHO IS SHE?

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ELENA BIANCHI   wearing redemption   (   custom piece   )   /   founders ball,   july 17th, 2k19.

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ID:   BIANCHI,   B.

she’s in the staff kitchen, munching on a silver tray of scrumptious treats. she loves the ogling & awestruck eyes which follow her around the ball, of course she does. but there’s a switch of boredom within her which flips with such ease it’s almost frightening, because you never know if you might be the next plaything she grows tired of. the body count of bea’s boredom was once neatly carved into the headboard of her childhood bed; a tally of maniacal violence. as she leaves the kitchen her eyes easily find her sister, who’s greeting yet another aged family friend scrounging off their good fortune. they’re each as destructive as the other & that makes for a horrifying pairing. “ elena! i’m so happy i’ve found you, i’ve had an absolute DISASTER. ” the alarm leaping from her words would suggest a catastrophe equal to that of the titanic or hindenburg. “ oh, and my DEAR mrs ampleforth! you both HAVE to hear this. ” she exclaims, leaning in as her eyes dart around conspiratorially before landing squarely on the old lady. “ i just fucked my drug dealer SO HARD that i think i might’ve broken his dick. ” she lets the words hang in the air for a few moments before sniffing with great drama. she wishes more than anything that she had a camera so she’d never forget the look of absolute horror and disgust smacked onto the woman’s face. “ i’m sure you can understand that i need to borrow my sister, mrs ampleforth. ” her arm hooks around elena’s & with a faux-apologetic smile, she’s pulled the brunette off into a quiet corner. “ an OSCAR worthy performance, no? ” a wicked grin spreads across her lips with the words, & yet the question is just another hint at bea’s desire for the approval of her big sister.

she was filled with fire. she was irrational,   unruly,   TEMPESTUOUS. there wasn’t a bone in her body,   not a piece of flesh that was made to conform. the only CHAINS elena had were the ones she put on herself   ─   vices too great and burdens too heavy. nobody could fathom the female and her insanity,   except one person,   and that was beatrice. it’s almost as if they were two sides of the same coin,   each one leaving only CHAOS behind. orbs the color of an ocean widened,   feet taking a single step back due to the IMPACT of the other’s words. even elena was taken by surprise,   but that didn’t mean her lips refrained from forming a GRIN,   a fleeting one though,   because unlike her sister,   composure in important situations was a term she was FAMILIAR with.   ‘   you will excuse my dearest sister,   mrs. ampleforth. the champagne tonight is quite strong,   it seems.   ‘   the blonde mused,   placing her MANICURED hand over beatrice’s forearm.   ‘   although,   now that we’re on the subject of intercourse   ─   you might want to ask your husband about his porno. i know it involves anal beads and quite a few girls in their twenties. i hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your night.   ‘   with a slight bow of her head,   she turned around and walked alongside beatrice,   shoulders SHAKING as she attempted to conceal her laughter.   ‘   you’re fucking insane,   bea,   i swear to god. if she gets a heart attack,   you get ten points.   ‘

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ELENA    BIANCHI  /   images   1/?

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heads up !!

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ID:   BELMONTE,   A.

Alexandra had gotten used to be around all of the Bianchis, but sometimes they still sorta scared her at times. The way the sisters acted always snapped her out of her train of thought, and Alex sometimes froze in front of them. Having heard of Elena’s earlier tantrum, Alexandra turned at her greeting, smile on her face. “Of course,” Alex gave a small smile, holding up her glass of champagne, an indication of her enjoyment. “It’s always a party at the Bianchi Mansion.” Taking a sip, she turned to the crowd of people. “It’s beautifully organized, I’m sure your family took time in preparing such an extravagant event.”

she was no stranger to WRATH that was,   more often than not,   groundless. and that BOILING OF BLOOD controlled her,   consumed her,   even when she was wrong. this time around,   however,   elena was certain there was something SERPENTINE about the woman her brother has chosen to call his. therefore,   it is not at all odd that each word and each glance of the brunette was BITING,   laced with cautiousness and qualm.   ‘   well,   we are known for our meticulousness.   ‘   she said,   her gaze never leaving the woman before her,   as if they were attempting to READ her soul,   if a soul existed. unknowingly,   elena mimicked the latter’s smile,   although her own was far from a PLEASANT one.   ‘   everything has been carefully selected   ─   especially dinnerware. did you know that christofle’s knives are one of the sharpest   ?   ‘

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ID:   WHEELER,   C.

◦ ✧ ━ IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE GIRLS, christian might have tried to get away without attending the founder’s ball. the girls and the music. he’s not on stage often; his hosts are generous enough to allow him some freedom to spend with his dates, but overall ? he’d much rather be home at this point, preferably with his company on each arm and the lights off. he’s musing over this with a smile when elena makes her grand entrance into the event. christian’s familiar with most everyone in the bianchi/lothario group, but he’d never outwardly admit any of them are his favorite company to be around. he’s not ignorant to the stories surrounding the bronze — how unbelievable is it to work for the same people who dragged his brother to an early grave ? christian imagines if he had any care left in his body, he’d have signed his name and his talent over to a different line. he smirks as elena appears to look right through him and he offers only sarcasm as his courtesy. ‘ great turn out. you wouldn’t believe this town is riddled with murder with how pretty everyone looks, huh ? ’

a neat eyebrow is raised at the other’s remark. it had fangs,   it had venom and it cut...   if only there was something it could HURT. elena was a masochist in that sense   ─   blood pumped through her veins that more quicker and EXCITEMENT coated her lungs whenever there was someone she could bicker with. one would consider her psychotic,   SICK,   because of that. and that wasn’t far from the TRUTH. slender,   long legs inched her form closer to the latter,   a smirk pulling up the corner of her blushed lips.   ‘   cranky. i take it you didn’t have enough drinks   ?   ‘   she purred,   forehead creasing as it motioned upwards. but then,   in a single SECOND,   her features hardened,   eyes as dark as the VOID despite the brightness of the mansion.   ‘   that everyone category includes yourself,   too. now,   as much as i loooove playing with you,   i’d suggest you change your tone. remember your place,   chris,   and remember why we’re all here. let’s not make a scene,   va bene   ?   ‘

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                                          SKILLS     AND     ABILITIES     !

I.    EDGED WEAPON PROFICIENCY   ─   elena is well-versed in using single-edge weapons,   her interest in them since she was a teenager playing a major role in this particular skill. she is an excellent samurai sword wielder,   in both single and melee combat,   and is also proficient in the use of two swords. elena also has decent prowess in knife throwing and handling.

II.    HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT   ─   elena is a highly capable fighter,   having trained rigorously for a whole year in china.   before being trained in hung ga kung-fu,    however,   she had already mastered two other kung-fu styles (   tiger and crane   ). later on,   she learned snake style kung-fu and other techniques requiring physical strength and agility. in combat,   elena often resorts to chokeholds. she is eager to attack the enemy's weak spots,   demonstrating excellent reflexes and accuracy in the meantime.

III.    FIREARMS PROFICIENCY   ─   seeing that elena is one of the gunmen of the bianchi family,   it is only understandable that one of her main skills is proficiency with firearms. few people know that by the age of twenty,   she was one of the best sharpshooters in the world. while elena frequently uses handguns,   her weapon of choice is most certainly a sniper.

IV.    QUICK-THINKING   ─   when in serious peril,   elena thinks on her feet. this enables her to use any object as a weapon and to resort to the most effective option to cope with any dangerous situation.

V.    ENDURANCE AND AGILITY   ─   elena is a skilled gymnast, and is therefore extremely agile,   which enables her to slither into places others maybe couldn’t. due to this,   she is also usually the first in line to scout a certain area. her stamina is also impressive for a girl of her age and build.

VI.    TOXICOLOGY AND PATHOLOGY   ─   a graduate of harvard school of medicine   (   forensic pathology   ),   elena is skilled in both determining the cause of death of a deceased individual and also manipulating it to her advantage. during her time in college,   she became a skilled toxicologist as well and has employed poisons against her targets.

VII.    INTELLECT    ─    with an iq of 145,   elena is easily an extremely intelligent woman. she could speak spanish and french before starting primary school and has attended ap classes the moment she began her formal education. she graduated summa cum laude from harvard school of medicine. her intelligence also allows her to be a capable tactician.

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Charlize Theron - Atomic Blonde (2017) (Trailer)

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ID:   GIORDANO,   M·.

          of course he knows her , mason’s been working for her family since he was seventeen . it’s been a decade , one where he’s committed countless of murders , at first following the orders of her father , now her brother , - but he’s still doing the same things the stupid boy he used to be did . maybe he should’ve let go , allowed himself to give up a life full of crime , but it’s been too long - and he’s not entirely sure how to start over either . it’s no surprise that everyone’s watching her walk down the stairs - almost like a divine being , and every single guest would worship her and her family . but he knows the truth , that no matter how powerful her family was , they’d always be one thing in his eyes , a bunch of monsters . of course , his thoughts were ones he always kept to himself  , and if he were to express them to anyone in the alliance , or more specifically , the bianchi branch , mason was sure they’d have his head . glass of champagne is brought to his lips , as his gaze darts from side to side - attempting to spot esmerelda , but he doesn’t - and his attentions is soon focused upon the brunette as she greets him . “  elena . ” lips curl into a grin , the glass lifted to his lips once more . he’s sure he doesn’t look like himself , dressed up - in a suit , the usual leather jacket and combat boots traded for something more glamorous . “  yeah , the night’s been .  .  . good so far . i do have to admit your family has outdone themselves . you really meant it when you said , the best ball in our city’s history , huh ??  ”

‘   give me a second,   ‘   the female whispered,   putting up her index finger before she turned her head towards a slender woman coming their way. her dress flowed down to her knees, made of the finest VELVET the color of the night sky with a GOLD CHAIN securely wrapped around the waist. elena grinned,   her teeth PEARLESCENT,   ‘   it’s like donatella made it for you,   mrs. tiepolo.   ‘   the older woman’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she passed by alongside her husband,   expressing her GRATITUDE with a simple wave of a diamond-laced hand. elena’s gaze followed her until she disappeared in the CROWD,   exhaling deeply once she made sure mason,   herself and the bartender were the only people left.    ‘    that old,   ditzy bitch.   ‘    she said,   tapping her palm against the wooden surface of the bar. and just like that,   a few moments later,   two shots of TEQUILA stood in front of her,   each with a slice of lemon and some salt on the side.   ‘    you know what’s worse than a skank ?   ‘   elena inquired,   eyelids squinting as she poured some salt on the back of her dampened hand.   ‘   a skank who keeps pretending she’s not one.    ‘   and with that,   elena licked the salt and gulped down the tequila,   before turning her full ATTENTION towards her current company.   ‘   what can i say ? we aim to impress.   ─   also,   you finally realized your leather jacket belongs in the trash ? thank god.   ‘

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