Lilith Medakovic.

34 jazz bar owner. con artist. solider. bianchi family.

[liiithmedakovic]

deranbianchi​:

STARTER FOR: Anyone … Open / @omertastarter​ LOCATION: The Bianchi Estate. DATE AND TIME: December 11th, 2020. 3:00PM.

Being here now, in the wake of death, was a pillar of insurmountable grief. Deran stirs in the sentiment of everything, the sorrowful faces and black clothing, all patrons clad in large coats to hide from the cold of an early-December New York. The service was nice enough, a somber affair. Deran stood to the side and watched with a gentle stare, seated with his cousins. He fixated on a chipped tile on the floor halfway through. To his right, his father mentions Christmas. 

Once back at the Bianchi estate, he wanders. He plucks up prepared foods from small tables and pops them into his mouth, though his appetite was fleeting. With so many people inside, with so much security, the place looks brand new. When he was young, he used to picture large balls happening here, ones where women paint their cheeks red and lift their breasts to their neck. 100 years of familial activity was enough to earn in his overflowing imagination to go rogue as a child. Now, it’s all just a little bleak. 

He reaches for a photo from the mantle in the common area, one of Gregory and Deran’s father, Colin. They look formal, neckties and dress shoes. Their faces were baron of any smiles or teeth. Deran thinks he may turn to concrete if he looks long enough at their stern, steady eyes, focused on the camera, hands clasped together in front of their bodies. It’s then he realizes that someone was just a few feet from him, no doubt taking a few laps as well. “Photographs are weird,” Deran says, breaking the silence that brews between him and the other, “It’s strange to think something can be immortalized like that.”

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In a crowded room under the bleak nature of the event, Lilith stuck herself to the walls of the room. It was an easier way to see what was happening around her, eyes of hazel woodland peaking at every passerby, taking in their attire and solem appearences. While a woman of the more upper class world of New York City, she was used to events of glitz and glam; this, however, was more drib and drab. A sigh parted from her cherry painted lips, the champagne flute empty and her perfectly manicured fingers were tapping slightly at the rim of the glass. The in time beat keeping her sane from the mumbles of quiet conversations that were happening in clusters around the room.

Being perched near the mantle piece had allowed her the peace and quiet she desired, while Lilith loved ravashing conversation, she knew it was very unlikely that this would happen in here and rather than chase the need for a thrill she kept herself away, in hopes that time would fast forward and take her to the much needed after party she’d find in her own dive bar later this evening; whiskey, although fabulos here, wasn’t the same as a dirty one on a sticky bar. But the voice cut through her solace, like a sharp knife to delicate silk. Eyes snapping towards the man, whose voice she knew instantly.

It was Deran Bianchi. 

Lilith mulled his question, a very intricate thought running through her mind of the meaning of a photograph --- to be captured in time, a memory instilled on paper. It was a beautiful thing, how they could bring back feelings she had long forgotten.

‘‘It’s a weird thought really, photographs that is.’‘ Lilith agreed, as she peaked a glance at Deran. ‘’If you think about it, in one snap shot, we could have been apart of thousands of photographs, background that is...’’ She hummed, furrowed brows following, lips pursing for a moment. ‘’Some people may have even looked at us in the back ground that moment and wondered who were were --- how we lived.’’ Lilith wasn’t a high up person in command, heck, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he didn’t even know her name, but her one redeeming quaility would be that she was an enigma within herself, a beauty of words. She was a charmer, who spoke with eleqouence that came from her time working under her old mentor, when con artistery was her daily living. But as she took a second more to look at Deran, she noted his features, his facial expression, and inwardly sighed. 

It was a shame, the absolute awfulness of this situation for them all. A lot was going to a change, and she wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or bad thing, she wasn’t sure. She was adaptable, she knew that much but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it a little. 

‘‘Sorry, Deran --- I didn’t mean too...I’ll leave you be.’‘

[liiithmedakovic]

ABOUT.

Character Name: Lilith Medakovic

Faceclaim: Anne Hathaway

Age: Thirty Four Years Old

Gender & Pronouns: Female. Her/She

Affiliation: The Bianchi

Occupation: Solider / Speakeasy Dive Bar Owner

[ ann hathaway, cis woman, her/she, 34 ] Wanted, dead or alive is [ lilith medakovic ]. They are a [ dive bar owner ] who have been in New York City for [ seven months ]. They are affiliated with [ bianchi ] and serves them as a [ soldier ]. People say they are [ intelligent ] and [ old-souled ] but their enemies would say they are [ sly ] and [ secretive ]. They are described as [ jazz music, champagne parties, and new york loft apartments ].

→ BIOGRAPHY

Lilith Medakovic was the whiz kid, everyone in town knew her for her spelling bee wins, for the book competitions she entered, and the science projects she always aced. Everyone knew her for her brain and for that her parents were extremely proud. Lilith was born to Elimarie and David Medakovic in a small town called Great Malvern. The town Great Malvern was a small place just a thirty minute drive from Worcestershire, England. With it’s traditional looks and tendency to rain Lilith was off to a proper British start the second she was brought into the world. Elimarie and David had met on travels in Russia fourteen years before and quickly became a couple.Elimarie was a Russian to English linguist who worked for intelligence companies all around the world while David was a small time scientist for Outmarch.

When they’d met Elimarie had been on a business trip translating for the Russian government and David had been on an extraction job testing different diseases in the laboratory. The connection had been instant and fourteen years later they were married, living in David’s home town and having a baby girl. Elimarie had moved to Great Malvern after visiting, she’d fallen in love with all the old-time scenery,the hills, and the town. She’d said she almost felt like she was home, even being so far away from everyone she’d ever known in her life. 

From the moment she was born, Elimarie knew that their child would be special, she already planned to have so much in store for her daughter that nothing would change her view on it. David knew he’d always be the laid back parent compared to his loving wife, he liked the idea of doing fun things with his daughter like taking her out for ice cream and spoiling her. As soon as Lilith was three years old, Elimarie had her in piano lessons teaching her every possible thing she could, by the time she was five she was in Russian, Korean, French, Latin, and Icelandic lessons. Most people thought Elimarie was mad but she could see what she was doing — preparing her daughter way before the other kids had even began to think for themselves.

It was no doubt that David was Lilith’s down time where he’d sneak her away early from lessons, treat her to things her mother said she couldn’t have. But even though David was the one most children would classify as their favourite, Lilith always found herself wanting her mother when it came down to things. Lilith for a six year old child was adult-like in her choices, decisions, and thinking. She liked to think that she was preparing for the world that most of her friends were shielded from, the fact that things were being handed to them instead of them doing things that could help their career. It was then that Lilith became goal-orientated, assertive and extremely intelligent Lilith’s intelligence didn’t stop with languages and music, as she grew so did her capability to learn. Books became Lilith’s best friends, sports became her hobby, and knowledge became her everything. If Lilith wasn’t reading, at the gym, or learning something new then she was either sick or tired — her mother had grown accustom to her daughters actions.

But as soon as high school came into the picture things began to change. Everything that Lilith had been learning then seemed to become too much, focusing on certain things and tuning others out became a problem. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on one thing without asking a billion questions around something simple, she quickly brought up the problem to her mother; concerned, her mother took her to see a doctor. After many tests, physical and psychological, it came back that she suffered with two things: Eidetic memory and Low Latent inhibition. Eidetic memory wasn’t the thing that was causing her focusing problem but it had aided towards her learning capability.

Low Latent Inhibition, a psychological condition in which one sees the world as pieces, rather than mere objects. This allows Lilith to create plans and make thorough decisions rapidly but also when seeing something, she notices all the things that go with it instead of just a stand-still object, as the normal world/mind would see it. With her having a high IQ, it aided towards her sanity, seeing as most people who suffer tend to find themselves slipping into a schizophrenic state, unlike the people with a higher IQ that become what others would refer to as a technical “genius.”

After her parents found out about this they decided that maybe a change of scenery would do the family good, and to their luck David was offered a job in the states as a scientist. Taking the opportunity straight away, with Lilith just being eligible for High School they knew it was the right thing to do- so they moved. High school became her sole priority after this always wanting to use her mind to learn more, posses more information, and be able to create things that others thought impossible. Still completely in love with languages, Lilith knew that was where she wanted to head just like her mother. She liked the idea of travelling, seeing the world and discovering new things. Along the journey of her freshman year she also fell in love with history and oceanology.

But of course nothing can ever be perfect in life, senior year came around quickly and when that happened everything in Lilith’s life fell apart. While out with a few of her friends she received a phone call stating that she needed to come down to the local hospital. Upon arrival it was announced that both her parents had been in a car collision and both passed away. In that moment everything in her life died.

→ NOW

fast forward 18  years and Lilith is living in New York City in a loft apartment, that had interior brick walls, metal fire escapes and large bay windows that looked out into the street. 

After her parent’s untimely death, Lilith dropped out of school in order to look after herself, but when she met Harrison Kemp everything changed. Harrison, a wanted criminal known for Art theft, bond forgery, racketeering, money laundering, Identity theft and a list that only continued when you got to know him, took a poor beautiful girl under his arm. Lilith became his protégé with her quick silver like mind and intellect she was a perfect candidate to train and use in his game. And Octavia succeeded as she relished in the life of different names, hotels, scams and living the high life. Now she’d parted ways with Harrison, a man who popped up from time to time, she had to look for something, a protection, until he came back 

That was when she found her way into the Bianchi family, a speakeasy and jazz bar owner, who had nothing to offer other than her intelligence, wormed her way in just like a scam artist for the sole purprose of protection. But the longer she spent there, the more she fell in love with it. But when would Harrison come back and sweep her away from this life style? What if he never came back and she’d been stuck here waiting for him all this time. 

She was a lost soul, and lonely.

→ PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Paloma Disjardins, also nicknamed Lomi, was sophisticated, charming, abrupt and seductive, with a wide range of knowledge from music, art, foreign languages, and culture. All of which was self-taught, a beautiful face occupied the intelligent mind. Paloma was very good at talking her way in and out of things, her beauty something she used often to get her the things she wanted.

Including bank cards and the best of the best in luxuries. Paloma was first and foremost a musician, stating that it ran through her very being; but deep to her core, she was a scam artist. She was good at covering her tracks, very much into the high life, her refined tastes fit more to the likes of fine bars, underground casinos and clubs where she could find her next target. Lilith isn’t trustworthy but she’ll make you trust you with a bat of her eye lashes and her perfect smile. 

[omertahq]

                              𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

Our first event is right around the corner. Friday December 11 will be the start of Omerta’s first event, Gregory Bianchi’s funeral. Everyone can attend, as for the moment, the Bianchi are not aware that the Alvarez Cartel is in the city and that the Mancini merged with them to form the Syndicate. To the Bianchi’s, everyone could be the enemy, but they are not suspecting anyone, at least for now.

In game, the event will happen from December 12 to 13. For writing purpose, it will last from December 11 to 16.

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