FEMREVENGE . . . an independent, private, & selective roleplay based on original character KALIA ELIZABETH VICARIO, daddy's little rich girl that knows how to pull the trigger. mob princess that had an unnatural bloodlust, unbeknownst to the rest of the gang. youngest heiress of the vicario crime family known as the most dangerous gang in australia, lovingly known as ‘ doe eyes ’.
ashley barrett's assistant / vought employee. kalia had always been the perfect person to take on multiple tasks at once, which caught the attention of vought when ashley desired an assistant. at first, kalia enjoyed it. being around supes wasn't the worst thing ever and some were nicer to her than others. it wasn't until supes caused ashley so much stress that she took most of her anger and frustrations out on kalia, thus often times now giving her a sense of dread to show up and expecting late night to get most of her work done to ensure ashley looked good to her superiors. she's either working behind her desk or hiding in a bathroom of vought tower in an attempt to hide from her boss's wrath.
˖ wrestling. (all elite wrestling valet / stablemate)
usually used as 'eye candy' back in the australian independent scene, kalia knew she was far more than just her looks alone. she's never been afraid to take a bump, often vouching to be thrown through tables or smacked with some kind of barbed wire object simply for the love of the game. beautiful, good on the mic, and will probably bleed before you can tell her not to. ( willing to go with any stable in this verse! primarily the dogs, the death riders, and the don callis family as well as individual wrestlers! )
a part if her wanted to keep him in her room for the rest of the night, a sense of dread that she had to make him leave entering her body once more. he wrapped kalia around his finger just as easily as he had wrapped around his waist just minutes prior. there was a deeper sense of want that david had gotten deep into her soul and kalia was quick to get attached to people she shouldn't. however, even with all of that she knew that once her brother found out that david was practically dead and that annoyed her to no end. she wasn't about to put him in any way of danger that was at her fault.
"just picturing me naked?" a pout now on her plump lips, pulling him back closer to her. "i'm sure we'll be lucky enough to catch everyone asleep? or… i can always arrange you and i to go on jobs together, unless you're too good for car sex." kalia's smirk was full of want before her teeth grazed her bottom lip once his hand cupped her face. "i can control myself around other people, babe. i promise... but alone with you?" she took in a deep breath and pulled him closer. "i can't make a promise from that."
Kalia was never a woman to turn down getting into something that maybe she shouldn't. Her entire life was revolved around criminals, and had been since the moment she was born. She knew how things worked, and she knew the moment she stepped out of that bar, her brother would have an entire search party looking for her within minutes.
Yet, that never seemed to make her care. Kalia had never been well behaved, and thought all of that "women listen and act appropriately" stuff was all bullshit anyway. She did exactly whatever she wanted and whenever she wanted to.
When Fumi's question came to fruition, she smirked widely while her tongue ran over her bottom lip. "I know I am, darling... what do you have in mind because whatever it is... it's a 'yes' from me."
She laughs slightly at the mention of her brother, shoulder shrugging slightly at the thought. "I have all the time in the world to be nosy. I'll catch him in a mood, then I'll pry deeper." She smiled, one of mischievous feeling as she looked over at Fumi.
Kalia's ankle rolled slowly over and over in a circle, keeping her moving as she leaned back against her seat. "Hot bread? I think I'm curious enough to try." A nod was followed by a quick scan of the room, eyes narrowing to keep her senses high and aware, something she was always taught to do.
"Surely we'll be able to sneak out of here soon enough. Maybe once the men are done talking."
"Periodically, so he's done this kind of shit before?" Her brows furrow, curiosity poking into her brain as she grabs another beer and places it to the side. "I wonder how often he does such things. He seemed like the wilder, less headstrong of you guys. Which isn't always a bad thing. I kind of like that." She grinned while sipping her own drink, humming to herself before placing it against the bar.
"I don't care about the damages myself, we have men that'll come in here and fix this by tomorrow... but maybe you should to stay on my brother's good side." Kalia offered a grin, maybe one more telling than it should have been. She was never one to hide the obvious. "I've got him calmed down enough to where he doesn't want to kill him, so it's a good page so far."
"Oh, your wife... Is she out here with you or?" Her gaze turned to look behind Heartman, but didn't see anyone. A lonely morning stroll just like she had been on, they were already similar in that way. Though a total stranger, Kalia felt some kind of solstice in her mind just talking in normal conversation. It was already much different than what she had endured recently with her brother and everything she'd seen lately. Sometimes change could be for the better, even if it was short lived.
The topic of taking jobs definitely rocked the foundation of her brain. "If you only knew." She spoke too much perhaps. She felt like all she was needing to do was prove her point, prove that she could handle everything that was being thrown at her. "Sometimes I instantly regret taking a job or that maybe... I shouldn't have. Proving yourself isn't really worth it sometimes, is it?" She shrugged, ocean breeze hitting her skin like the ocean itself let out a deep breath.
"I just want to do good, maybe make the people that matter proud... but sometimes I feel stuck. Like I have to do the things I don't want to do." Her eyes fell back to the water, tide crashing against her toes. "Have you ever... watched someone pass?"
Kalia leaned into his touch, thoughtful enough of him to try and clean off the mess he caused. "Your meal?" She let her words linger, licking her lips before catching his thumb and sucking the tip of it. "Was it good? Get your fill?" She looked up at him with a smirk, teeth catching biting down easily on the skin before letting it fall from her mouth. "I think I've already helped myself, don't you? I mean, he'll just shame me a bit for a while, but you? You'd probably be done far worse and I couldn't stand to see you done such a way."
A part of her couldn't believe she allowed David into her so easily, both mentally and physically. Most of the time any time men came to work with the family, she knew better. Yet, a part of her wanted him over and over again. Even if it was just for the thrill of possibly, getting caught.
"Are you going to be able to focus when we go together now? You know we have some business to take care of, baby. You can't be getting distracted." Teasingly, Kalia's hands rubbed up and all over his chest, enamored by his muscular frame. "Maybe if you're a good venture, you'll get to stick around and we can keep... this up."
a the boys verse where kalia is ashley barrett's assistant?? i've actually been thinking about this for weeks now and i'm excited to write about it!
to be continued!
A smirk on her face, plump lips curving before she even realized. What was Kalia doing in such a place like this anyway? Dirty boxing gloves and the smell of gym rat sweat corroded her nostrils. It was disgusting, rarely would she find herself somewhere like this, but her brother of course was conducting some sort of business that she often tagged along for. The woman in front of her looked tough, of course she did. She was probably the toughest she'd come across in a long time, but that didn't keep Kalia's inability to make a face at her disgruntled behavior. It was always hard for her to hide how she really felt.
"Damn, my bad. Just looks like you're having an off day is all. Didn't mean any harm." A shrug fell upon her shoulders, brow raised as she leaned back against the wall. "Guess we have that in common, except I love mine."
ꕤ "I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like 'em myself." @punchedharder
Kalia was taught that the first time was maybe the fault of her own, but if she allowed any nonsense to carry on the second time? That was on her. She carried that throughout her life and among relationships with other people, trying to teach them how to stand up for themselves and to god forbid, let someone slip up bad enough to where they could be erased. Yet, Emily could stand on her own. She was tough, possibly willing to throw a swing at anyone she felt it was necessary too. Kalia noticed she was slightly different though, maybe a little distraught.
"What do you mean, again? By who and why are you being blackmailed?" Her voice, often soft, now had a bit of roughness to it. "Do they need to be handled?"
※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.
• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine.
• How are you? Wait, did I ask that already?
• I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that.
• Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that.
• You're not alone in this. You know that, right?
• We're family. That's what we do. We show up.
• Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now.
• Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again.
• Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you?
• So, what's next for us?
• I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave.
• It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay.
• Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone.
• I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway.
• [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you.
• I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here.
• You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that?
• I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here.
• Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you.
• You don't owe me anything. This is what family does
• Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help.
• I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today.
• You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept?
• I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember?
• We've been through worse. We'll get through this too.
• You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me.
• I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you.
• Come on. Let's get you home.
• You matter to me. More than you know.
• I've got your back. Always have, always will.
• You're shaking. Here, take my jacket.
• I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared.
• You did good today. Really good.
• I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough.
• Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving.
• You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance.
• I'll stay up with you. I don't mind.
• You're safe here. I promise.
• Tell me what you need. Anything.
• You don't have to pretend with me.
• I trust you. Completely.
• You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this.
• I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?
• You're not too much. You're never too much.
• This is your home now. For as long as you want it.
• I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now.
• You make me want to be better. A better person.
• I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day.
• You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.
( refer to this to put faces to the names! kalia’s dialogue is italicized only. )
"Are we there yet?" Kalia asked followed by a collective "No!" by Blade and Ezra, causing the three of them to chuckle. She had volunteered to go pick up some supplies for her brother, hoping the nine hour ride to Brisbane and overnight stay would help clear her mind for a bit. About two hours in Kalia put in her air pods and turned on some music, eyes venturing to the freeway and memories of her father began to flow through her head.
KALIA, age 5.
Francesco was driving, music playing through the car as Kalia sat up front. She’d beaten Kyah in a game of rock, paper, scissors for the front seat, her older sister sound asleep in the back. The ride was somewhat silent until Kalia’s childlike curiosity broke the silence. "Daddy, did you kill those people on the news?" Her father nearly served off the road, eyes wide and brows furrowed. "What on Earth are you talking about? I didn’t kill anyone." She shrugged. "Mommy left the television on in her room and you were on there... They said your name." A recent war between gangs had caused Sydney to go on a lockdown, Francesco and some of his men in the line of fire. Of course there was a cause for murder, and he was right in the middle of it, guilty of what his daughter had asked.
"Kalia, sweetheart. That was just... a game. Daddy or anyone else didn’t kill anybody, we know that’s bad right?" She nodded her head, attention back on the road as Francesco was practically in a panic. Being asked such a thing by his own child, her possibly finding out about this double life he led. Once they were home he let both girls out and they went on about their day, but now his next move was to clear his tracks from his children. Later that night an argument insued between her parents, her ears barely being able to make out anything they were saying. Yet, she knew it had to be about her question hours earlier. Francesco had told Bianca a million times to be careful, to not let his children see the news or any papers with his name on them and she had failed.
The young girl laid under her pink blanket, the sound of stomping feet heading down stairs before the front door slammed shut. She shot up out of bed, watching her father back out of the driveway and leave. It saddened her that she possibly caused them to fight, marking the first shred of knowledge of who Francesco really was.
"Lia... Kalia!" She snapped back into reality, the memory fading away once she felt Ezra squeeze against her knee to get her attention. Her fingers popped out one of her headphones. "Are you hungry, love? Let’s stop." Kalia smiled and nodded, eyes back on the road ahead of her as the three got lost in conversation.
that unreadable poker face sat in place as she waited for things to be sorted. with as many moving parts, figuratively and literally, as there were in the club, it was of no surprise that a moment was needed. but, even now, it was hard to tell if it should or shouldn't be a surprise when heels un-stealthily click-clacked over and a certain woman closed the distance so that they were side-by-side. hues slid to the side at the same time as that poker face melted away, “ciao diavolina,” and was replaced with a lopsided smirk, along with a lopsided angled lean as fumi's arm came to drape along kalia’s shoulders. “come butta?”
Kalia's heels let the world know she was coming, it was meant to make a statement each time she made her way in a room full of men. Black dress caressed her body while she eyeballed the room. A smile, wider than usual once she noticed Fumi sitting comfortable waiting for the details of their next job to me sorted. The young woman gave a quick nod to her brother, moving to sit next to the other, smile still placed on her face as she moved around to get more comfortable herself. "Hello, beautiful." Eyes met Fumi's, crossing her legs and leaning into her just a bit. "I'm fine." Thick Australian accent broke any other silence there may have been. "How's things going here, getting anywhere?"
