SPOTTED: 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐀-𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 in new york city! heard the 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 year old works as a 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘. word on the streets is that they can be 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 but they can also be 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.
name. gianna garcia rossi age. 32 birthday. february 8th zodiac sign. aquarius birth place. the bronx, new york father. mateo rossi — deceased mother. martina garcia occupation. criminal defense attorney at Whitlock & Harren LLP affiliation. the reserve
𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑.
Gianna grew up in the hustle of The Bronx where the earliest lesson dealt to her was that stability was conditional and survival was personal. When she was 10 years old, her father disappeared (cops blamed it on "gang related activity" and moved on to the next missing persons case across their desk) leaving Gigi to be raised by a single mother drowning in debt and working herself thin. The result of that was Gianna stepping into adulthood early - she was the one who raised herself and her siblings that were too young to remember stretching groceries, managing notices in their little apartment, and learning how to make official paperwork say what it needed to say. School became her one reliable system: work hard enough, and something would give.
The resilience that shaped her childhood would only amplify when her mother went to prison on a fraud charge, one that was a sheer act of desperation and survival - leaving Gianna to hold the household together alone. Her own exhaustion became background noise, irrelevant compared to keeping things functioning for her family. Between managing the household bills, her siblings, school and work, Gianna finally found the answer to all her troubles - a deal, one that came in the equivalent of signing her life away, but it hadn't mattered when it was the only way to keep her head above water.
Law school was a natural path, funded through scholarships and her brilliance that allowed her to graduate early with the promise of employment at one of Manhattan’s most prestigious law firms. Everything she’d worked so hard for was finally piecing itself together. Gianna cultivated a reputation for dominating courtrooms with precision and composure even as she carries a quiet maelstrom of suspicion and insecurity beneath the surface.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.
Independent to a fault - has trouble asking for or accepting help.
She keeps emergency cash hidden in multiple places. Force of habit.
She pays bills the second they arrive. Debt of any kind triggers something visceral in her. Which is why she's still renting her small loft with her roommate, Dior.
Runs on caffeine and nicotine - drinks coffee and energy drinks at all hours of the day.
Has difficulty sleeping because of her lifelong lack of sleep and her caffeine intake - if she's got a moment to herself, away from work, you'll find her reading.
Loves dad jokes. Laughs every single time and retells them constantly.
Hopeless romantic at heart, but has difficulties letting people in too close.
Despite her guard up, she's got a friendly persona and is unable to turn off the part of her that's wired to take care of people around her - generous, she'll never take the last bite if she's sharing a meal, keeps care packages and cash in her work tote to give to unhoused people she comes across, etc.
Morally ambiguous and would sooner entrust her life to a criminal than an honourable cop.
If she gets knocked down, she'll get back up every single time (even if she has to claw her way there). Survival is her first instinct.
Generally listens to rap music from the 90s/early 2000s. Biggie Smalls is her go to.
Able to sweep most gang related cases she takes on under the rug due to one of the partners at her firm being gang related.
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.
From an early age, Gianna learned two things: the first, stability was conditional, and the second, survival was entirely up to her - that the ends justified the means. She was 10 years old when her father vanished without explanation and the silence he left behind was louder than any goodbye. Bills piled up, answers evaded them, and whatever trust she had in permanence dissolved somewhere between eviction notices and unanswered questions.
Her mother worked herself thin trying to keep the household afloat, and Gianna quietly became the second adult in the room. She learned how to stretch groceries, intercept past-due notices before her siblings noticed, and translate official language into something survivable. Childhood narrowed into logistics, and school became the one place where effort reliably produced results. Every perfect grade, every late night bent over textbooks carried the promise that hard work might be enough to pull them out of the cycle they'd found themselves trapped within.
That promise fractured when her mother was sent to prison for the consequence of cutting corners when there were no safe options left. A fraud charge tied to falsified records finally caught up to her, and Gianna learned that the house didn’t collapse when her mother disappeared - it simply became her responsibility. With no father and no reliable extended family, she became the axis the household turned on. She got her siblings to school, learned which bills could be stalled and which couldn’t, and figured out how to speak to adults without letting them hear fear in her voice. She learned how to sound competent before she felt it. Hunger, exhaustion, and resentment became background noise, irrelevant compared to keeping things functioning. She didn’t resent her mother for going to prison - she resented the fact that survival was punishable at all.
By her early teens, Gianna understood that survival wasn’t about honesty - the system didn’t care if she was telling the truth because they couldn’t pay their bills, or her mom had misunderstood paperwork. They demanded coherence, forms to match, stories had to align in the narrative that fit best for the government, not for Gianna. The family’s safety depended on staying unremarkable to systems designed to notice inconsistency, not struggle. It was within those documents that Gianna learned to read between lines long before she ever studied them. Long before she knew she would become a lawyer, she was already practicing the core skill of the profession: making reality fit the framework that would allow her to keep moving forward.
Law school was a natural path, funded through scholarships and her brilliance that allowed her to graduate early with the promise of employment at one of Manhattan’s most prestigious firms. Everything she’d worked so hard for was finally piecing itself together. Now thirty-two, Gianna has a reputation for dominating courtrooms with precision and composure. She wins because she understands pressure - how it fractures people, how it forces mistakes, how it can be redirected. Her tactics toe lines she never acknowledges, justified by the same logic that raised her: doing what needs to be done kept people standing. She knows exactly what it cost her to get where she is and exactly what she’s willing to do to ensure she survives and comes out on top and ensure never falling into a pit again.
