Francesco was born in Porta Corsa, Italy. They’d lived a good life there, but when his Mama, the love of his father’s life, died things took a drastic turn. His father, who had avoided the violent life of his family packed up his sons and moved them to America. Francesco was 15 when they moved to Los Angeles and was very hesitant about the family business. He didn’t like the violence and shied away from any ‘jobs’ he was offered. His father hated him for it and forced him to go on jobs and watch every kind of horrible thing imaginable. His older brother, Fabrizio, was a natural. Francesco felt like an outsider, but he had no choice but to ‘man-up’ when his father killed his own brother and made himself head of the family. Now Fabrizio and Francesco had to be the best because everyone was looking at them to prove the strength of their father. So Francesco had to do what he had to do and shut off his heart, forgot his mother’s teachings and became the man his father wanted him to be.
❝Except for just a dream or two❞
He realized pretty quickly that he preferred men far better than women. In Italy, it was a crime and in America, it wasn’t talked about let alone accepted. He figured it was one more thing that he had to sacrifice for the sake of this mob he called a family. He had girlfriends and hooked up with guys on the side, but he never really settled. He was afraid of pulling anyone in his bloody world. He grew bored with the hits he was given. His father was hell-bent on keeping him out of harm’s way so Francesco rebelled a bit and started racing cars. That’s where he met Lightning McQueen. He had no idea who he was except that he was handsome and Francesco wanted him. He was immediately rejected, of course, and that intrigued Francesco more because the other hadn’t seem disgusted just wary. The next time he saw him was in an alleyway leading the Racers out of a fight with his goons. McQueen had never been more attractive than at that moment, punching the daylights out of one of Francesco’s men. He’d pursued him then. Constantly figured out ways to meet him until he finally got the kiss he’d wanted. McQueen struggled with accepting that he could find Francesco attractive, but after a few months, they were closer than Francesco had ever been to someone before. Love was the right word...but also the scariest.
❝But I've got lots of plans for tomorrow❞
His secret relationship with McQueen was a dream come true, but there was always a villain. After Lightning handed the car over and his brother died, he didn’t know what to think. The first time he saw him again after everything, he punched him, but Lightning had sworn to him he hadn’t done it. Francesco believed him and confessed his love for him. There was no going back now. Lightning proved he hadn’t been the one to cut the brakes and brought the guy to his father and all had been forgiven but the world had tilted now. Francesco was next to be boss and he’d been forced to marry. Lightning had tried to pull away, but he’d clung. He’d never loved before and he wasn’t ready, never would be, to lose it. He felt bad cheating on his wife, but the marriage was a contract and Lightning was his love not here. Despite that, he had to sleep with her because he needed to have a family. The pregnancy scared Francesco and he clung to Lightning more than he ever had, even if in public they were the worst of enemies. The loss of his wife was the worst blow. She’d been a good woman and his twins had lost their mother before they could even comprehend it. Lightning left him. He hadn’t been this broken since his mother died, for the first time he’d kill someone but it still didn’t compare. He did what he always did and sobered up. He was a father now. He couldn’t fall apart and leave his kids to fend for themselves...but he missed Lightning more than he could say.
❝And all my tomorrows belong to you.❞
Connections:
McQueen: He’d never love anyone like he loved him. He didn’t care what anyone thought or who said what. He’d have given everything up for him but his children were his world now...he just wanted Lightning to be a part of it too.
Wanted: Boy needs friends or an ex-girlfriend, maybe? Hit me up :3
Fawn Everwood has a heart of gold. Not many people know that, however, because no one cares to get too close to her. Granted, she isn’t a very welcome sight with her ever present glare. She doesn’t mean to be so off putting, it just comes naturally. As a child her parents moved around a lot, going wherever they could find work as a young and inexperienced couple. Her mother had been practically disowned for years and with so many siblings, her father’s family couldn’t offer him any kind of support. They didn’t have much. Fawn considered her childhood a happy one however. She made friends with all of the stray dogs and injured birds she met, finding the solace she needed in the animal life form. She was a loner but she was never lonely. Entering her teen years she became a little rougher around the edges, to put it nicely – always saying things she probably shouldn’t, always doing things she definitely shouldn’t. Rules were a mere suggestion. She didn’t mind having the occasional police escort her home if that’s what it came to. And sometimes it did… but Fawn wasn’t breaking the rules for herself.
In all of the traveling she’d done, her eyes were opened to many problems. Pets without homes, women without rights, people without jobs. She could see it everywhere she looked. All she had to do was pick up a newspaper, it was right there in black and white. This country could use a change. Watching her parents and others around her struggling, and worse than that seeing that no one was doing anything about it, lit a fire in her. It wasn’t like she was trying before but she became too busy trying to save the world to worry about a social life outside of what just fell into place. Fighting for people and especially animals that couldn’t fight for themselves became her thing. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that one raindrop could fill a lake. But it was a start. If she could be the first domino to fall that was enough. Her passion and dedication consumed her. She didn’t mind. She was hellbent on creating a better America for her children, grandchildren and all of the generations to come, and she was on the verge of it. She could feel it.
CONNECTIONS.
Oliver Spade – One of her only friends. Or so she thought, until one day he just disappeared without a trace. By the time she got an explanation she had convinced herself she didn’t care. She doesn’t mean to be self absorbed, but she doesn’t need anyone that doesn't need her. This is a grudge she might be holding for awhile.
Tiffani Belle -- Tink is not Fawn’s favorite person. While she doesn’t dislike her, she dislikes what she stands for. She seems to think Fawn’s beliefs are childish and that irks her. She doesn’t care how the other girl feels, she doesn’t want to hear it.
Vidia Bellefonte -- Vidia is, other than her parents, the only person Fawn trusts completely. She’d consider the girl her best friend. She’s also her voice of reason, and probably the only thing that keeps her from getting herself into serious trouble.
It was touch and go for a while though because the stab wound was a bit worse than Oliver thought it was originally. When he woke up in the hospital the day after the rumble, the doctors didn’t know just how bad it was and wanted to keep him for a few days so they could find out, but Oliver didn’t have that kind of time. He and Wally couldn’t stick around in the first place the producers who were responsible for putting him there would look for them. So after getting stitched and bandaged, and with a little bit of help from Francis, Oliver and Wally left and headed to Vegas.
But they didn’t make it more than a couple days on the road before they ended up needing to stop at an emergency room because Oliver wouldn’t stop bleeding and wasn’t telling too hot. It turned out that the wound wasn’t deep, but it also wasn’t clean and that the asshole producer who stabbed him had twisted the knife which had done quite a bit of damage to the nerves and surrounding area, and that it would probably take a while for it to fully heal. But again, they didn’t want to stop, so after getting some meds and a wound care lesson, they were off yet again and didn’t stop till they made it to Vegas.
The brand new start that came with the move was exactly what Wally and Oliver needed. With the money from Wally’s trust fund, they were able to buy a house and open up a garage and they had everything they needed. Business was good because there was no shortage of people coming and going through the city, and when it was slow, Oliver made sure there was some unlucky tourist’s car that “for some reason” broke down randomly. Life was good for them for once. They could breathe. They were happy. They were “married” and Wally went by Wally Spade, and thankfully no one cared enough to question anything.
They were happy. Well, Oliver was happy, Wally was still adjusting and slowly getting over his fear of dirt. They were at the point where Wally could be in the garage with him and actually know what he was talking about when Oliver asked him to give him something. But they weren’t at the point where he could hug Wally after being under cars all day long without him basically screaming because he was getting dirty. Baby steps though.
However, after two years away, Oliver was starting to miss home, and against his better judgment, he asked Wally if they could go back to LA and stay with his parents for a few days. Now he’s just hoping everyone’s forgotten about them and they can come back and be invisible for a few days.
Nala was raised in a home that fostered the idea that having strong opinions was far better than having nothing to say at all and that you should always speak your mind no matter the consequences. It is, therefore, no wonder that the girl grew up to be so headstrong, much to the pride of her parents. Ever the type to stand up for the little guy, it wasn’t uncommon for her to come home with scuffed knees and bruised knuckles, and needless to say, she got the reputation of being unpleasant among her peers due to her sharp mouth. That was really no problem to the girl, as she lived under the philosophy that it was always better in the long run to be heard even if it meant taking the risk of ruffling some feathers in the long run.
As she grew, Nala cast off the tomboyish nature that she’d had in her youth but that by no small measure changed her rebellious nature. For that reason alone, she found that she fit in better with the greasers, having never had the delicacy or subtlety that befit a soc. However, she could hardly care about social class in the face of other, more pressing issues. You see, Nala’s outspoken nature and intelligence has lent itself quite well to the task of activism, and with plenty of strong opinions, you can bet she’s got plenty of causes to back. Don’t be surprised if she approaches you with a petition or flier, because the girl has a determination to change the world and if you need to know one thing about Nala, it’s that once she puts her mind to something, she’s not going to stop it without a fight.
i’m free and i love to be free
Again, no current established connections but I’m open to whatever!
to live my life the way i want, to say and do whatever i please
Taige has been mistaken for a boy more times than she can count. It probably doesn’t help that she grew up in a rough n’ tumble Greaser neighborhood with a gang of rough n’ tumble Greaser boys attached at her hips. When she’s not working on her bike, she’s challenging other boys to pick up games of baseball and football. You couldn’t catch this gal in a dress if you paid her. And we’re talking a large sum here. Lately, though, she’s stopped correcting people when they assume wrong unless she’s just in the foulest of moods. She steals her old man’s dirty magazines (the ones he won’t immediately miss, anyway) and hides them under her own mattress. She hates hanging with whatever girls her boys are crushing on for too long because a little green-eyed monster clamps on her shoulder and she can’t focus. It’s not something she can tell anybody. Cripes, she’s got enough in this world going against her as is.
Torin Pascal was about as creative as people could come. She was bursting at the seams with imagination, a quality that she was proud of, but unfortunately her parents did not support her wild dreams. They thought she was ridiculous for dreaming of ways to change the world and things that were too far-fetched to ever happen. It caused quite a rift between them. They insisted she focus on school and reality and she was forced to comply. She had to. It was either that or be disowned, and she didn’t know how to survive without them. She wasn’t necessarily a spoiled kid, but she was used to the luxuries in life. So she didn’t stop dreaming, but she was careful to keep her grades high and her invention related sketches hidden. At thirteen her mother was transferred from Germany to America and Torin was thrilled. She didn’t have many friends in her country as it was, she’d heard that Los Angeles was where famous people got started, and she thought that maybe she could find people there that understood the way her mind worked and liked that about her. It was the most exciting thing to happen in her life and though it didn’t turn out exactly how she’d hoped, she still found herself at home there.
Going into high school she became more interested in art, something she didn’t have to keep so much of a secret. It was a gamble but it was something that made sense. She was too shy to be a singer or a dancer but she began to make costumes for plays and help out with set work. Her parents were glad to see her get involved with the activities, finally putting her creative side towards something useful. It was the only authentic thing about their daughter that they were proud of. Little did they know that under her bed she had a stash of tools and props she’d snuck off set to try to bring some of her ideas to life. She knew that if they found out she wasn’t as grounded as they thought and was still stuck on all of the impossible dreams she’d had since she was a little girl, they would be done with her. She’d been told too many times to change her beliefs. So she put on a smile and let her parents believe that she was their perfect little shy, levelheaded daughter. But she was going to prove to them that she had been right all along just being herself, whenever she could actually figure out how to make something life-changing... which was, admittedly, taking longer than she’d hoped.
CONNECTIONS.
Open – She could use a best friend, a ‘partner in crime’ that fuels her imagination, a girlfriend or boyfriend, even better if they’re secret either being a girl or a greaser, someone that tries to make her life harder, honestly we’d love any ideas you’ve got.
Kandace Roo was everything a soc should be. The image of the homecoming queen, pageant crowns and all, she’d practically been bred to be the popular girl in school, the one that had her act put together. Sure, her family life wasn’t the most functional in the world, but it seemed like the entire Roo clan was good at putting on a show for the neighbors and for the high society of town if it meant keeping a spotless reputation. For the most part, little Kandace was living every girl’s dream.
And then good-for-nothing greaser Danny Petersen came along on that damn motorcycle of his and damn it, she was a goner. She fell hard and fast for him, spurred on by the almost taboo nature of their relationship and the danger of dealing with a bad boy, and from the moment she laid eyes on him, Kandace was willing to give him the world if it meant she had him. And yes, she did give him the world and her virginity right along with it, and where did it get her?
Pregnant and alone.
Danny ended up going off to the military without her as soon as she broke the news that she was pregnant, leaving former good girl Kandace alone, marked as a floosy with an illegitimate baby to match. It’s a good thing that she absolutely adores the kid, because otherwise she would’ve probably long since run off to hide. She’s now living with her parents who pretty much make her life hell, and since the pregnancy, she’s been on the outs with the socs. She’s not hard enough to be a greaser, and especially having a kid it doesn’t seem like the most responsible decision to make to join in with a bunch of hooligans, so it seems like she’s currently on the outs of the social system in general, hopelessly devoted to a man who ran at the mere mention that she was having his child.
love can be a shame
Again, no connections! Her social life has seriously struggled since it came out that she was pregnant, so who knows what could go here. Ex-friends, people that knew the baby daddy, new pals that she’s kind of made out of convenience... the list goes on and on.
Cinderella’s stepmother ruled over her with an iron fist for a long time, answering her own daughters’ slightest wishes and training them to snag wealthy husbands. Meanwhile Cinderella, reduced to little more than a maid, just holed up with her record player or in the back row of the cinema whenever she went through town and dreamed of what her life would be like once she could regain her freedom. Her imagination was a beautiful place to be. Then her stepmother, finally unable to support three girls with her exuberant spending, shipped Cinderella off to an American school. Her English is very broken, only knowing a handful of basics and a few lines from her favorite pictures, but in the States, there’s no one to tell her what she can and can’t do. It’s the land of opportunity, after all. So she’s sneaking out to parties, smoking cigarettes like her favorite movie stars, and dancing the night away just because she can and there’s no one to stop her.
