Post by Frankie on Nov 16, 2005 3:35:06 GMT -5
Name- Francesca Marie Alexis Vecchio
Nicknames- Frannie (By mom and grandparents), Frankie (By her brother and everyone else)
Age- 24 years
Gender- Female
Personality- B****hy would sum Frankie up, at least that’s the lingering impression she gives. With older brothers to follow, she had some good role models. Extremely temperamental with a sharp tongue that’s gotten her into more trouble then she can remember. She doesn’t let anyone step on her but she can go overboard with this, often getting into fights. Tomboy to the extreme, she loves cars and street racing. She grew up with boys and doesn’t see them in a romantic interest, at least not now. Very competitive and a sore loser.
History- Francesca’s grandparents immigrated from Santillana del Mar, Spain when her mother Marie was but a child herself. They moved to the states and into a small home in New Jersey. Marie quit high school to help her family out took a job as a babysitter during her teen years. She married early to a Italian named Tony Vecchio. The only thing he gave to the family was three children and a lot of heartache. They two split after Francesca and Francis was born.
The family made the ultimate decision to move back into Marie’s parents home. Packing up and moving was a huge procedure but the family settled into a nice suburban home but that was just the beginning of things. As eldest, Joshua got into a lot of trouble, joining a gang. Francis left home early in pursuit of a military career. Frankie was left to her own devices and followed her older brother into the life of crime and fast cars. It didn’t take long for the two to get into trouble. They were busted in stealing several cars, Joshua went to prison while little Francesca went to Juve despite it being their first conviction. When the two got out, Josh went back to the jacking business but Frankie turned around and went back to school.
That didn’t last long. After news of her brother dying across seas, Frankie turned back to boosting cars and street racing. She quit high school, traveling down the same path as her mother. A second conviction later and she was kicked out of her house at seventeen years of age. She bounced around friend’s houses before finding an interest in one. His father was owner of a garage and there she received her first bit of training as a mechanic. He persuaded her to go back home. From there Frankie made a deal with her mother. She’d stop stealing and get a job if she’d have a place to live. She became a mechanic, but still races with her old 2006 Chevrolet Corvette Z06 from time to time
Status- Single
Children- None
Siblings- Joshua (Brother), Francis (Brother, deceased)
Pets- Cat named Gato
Languages Spoken- English, bad English and Spanish
Orientation- Straight
Race/Ethnicity- Spanish/Italian
Medical- Smokes like a chimney
Description- Standing at 5’6 and 127 lbs, she is the perfect example of good things come in small packages. Don’t let her size fool you, she’s one tough chick. Medium build with strong shoulders. Oval shaped face with strong cheekbones and nose with thin lips. Jet-black hair, waist long worn in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, but half the time it’s unraveling. Fierce dark brown eyes. A small scar above her right eyebrow where she cracked her head on a radiator. Wears her brother’s dog tags in memory of them. Dresses in the typical tomboy fashion but can dress more girlie is needed.
One word to describe-B***h
Lyrics to describe- “First impressions are over in an instant.”
Character Pic - In sig
Celeb Name- Michelle Rodriguez
Quote on pic- "Some Boys Like Pink. She'll Drive you to Drinkin'"
Residence- House
Residence Description- Moved in with her grandparents. House looks like it hasn’t aged since the late 1900’s. Typical Grandma house with plastic on the furniture and a million knickknacks. When entering the house, there’s a foyer to the left, sectioned off by glass doors. To the right is a small closet. Walk down a small entranceway and to the left is the living room, in front is the dinning room and to the right is the kitchen. Usually kept moderately clean. Past the dinning room is another hallway that leads down the center of the home. First door is grandparent’s room with a connected bathroom. Another bathroom to the left and two bedrooms facing each other. Left is Francesca’s and right is her moms. Frankie’s room is cluttered often with mechanics books and car parts. She once had the bumper of a ’71 Buick Rivera take up residence for two weeks at the foot of her bed.
Example Post- “Mija? Where are you going?”
Frankie’s shoulders sagged and she looked over her shoulder, half hanging out of the front door. So close. “Nowhere mamá,” she yelled, adjusting the strap of her pack and tightened her grip on her helmet. “To work,” she added.
“On a Sunday?” Her mother appeared around the corner, a dish towel in hand as she wiped a glass clean. She scratched at a stain with a fingernail before looking up. Her eyes traveled to the green and purple flames that danced around the frame of the motorcycle helmet. She sighed. “Mija, you know I don’t like you to-”
“Mamá,” Francesca interrupted before dropping her helmet, cleverly propping the door open. “I’m just getting a ride from Carlos. I want to finish that Domestic by Monday.” Her mother raised a slim brow and sighed before walking back to the kitchen. “Mamá? Mamá, don’t be like that.”
“Hey Frankie!”
The woman leaned back out the doorframe and glared across the chain link fence at the teenager leaning against a motorcycle. “Hang on!” She kicked the door solidly and picked up her helmet. “I’m going mamá.” She waited for an answer and blew a strand of hair from her face. She hating lying to her mother but she didn’t understand the need.
“Frankie!”
She closed the door behind her and slid the helmet over her head, dashing across the yard. Jumping over a dying bush, she squeezed sideways through the fence and tightened the strap of the helmet before climbing onto the back of the bike. Frankie immediately slugged the tall adolescent in the shoulder. “When I say hang on, hang on.” She muttered darkly.
“S**t, all right. Quit your PMSing.” The teen jumped on the bike. He ignored the urge to rub the sore spot and fiddled with the handle. “Fightin’ again?”
“Yeah,” Francesca leaned back, holding on the safety bar behind her as Carlos rolled the bike over and kicked it into gear. She looked over her shoulder at the house, spotting her grandfather coming around the corner with a rake in his hands. “I don’t want to talk about it. Lets just go, we’re already late.”
Password- imlovinit
Nicknames- Frannie (By mom and grandparents), Frankie (By her brother and everyone else)
Age- 24 years
Gender- Female
Personality- B****hy would sum Frankie up, at least that’s the lingering impression she gives. With older brothers to follow, she had some good role models. Extremely temperamental with a sharp tongue that’s gotten her into more trouble then she can remember. She doesn’t let anyone step on her but she can go overboard with this, often getting into fights. Tomboy to the extreme, she loves cars and street racing. She grew up with boys and doesn’t see them in a romantic interest, at least not now. Very competitive and a sore loser.
History- Francesca’s grandparents immigrated from Santillana del Mar, Spain when her mother Marie was but a child herself. They moved to the states and into a small home in New Jersey. Marie quit high school to help her family out took a job as a babysitter during her teen years. She married early to a Italian named Tony Vecchio. The only thing he gave to the family was three children and a lot of heartache. They two split after Francesca and Francis was born.
The family made the ultimate decision to move back into Marie’s parents home. Packing up and moving was a huge procedure but the family settled into a nice suburban home but that was just the beginning of things. As eldest, Joshua got into a lot of trouble, joining a gang. Francis left home early in pursuit of a military career. Frankie was left to her own devices and followed her older brother into the life of crime and fast cars. It didn’t take long for the two to get into trouble. They were busted in stealing several cars, Joshua went to prison while little Francesca went to Juve despite it being their first conviction. When the two got out, Josh went back to the jacking business but Frankie turned around and went back to school.
That didn’t last long. After news of her brother dying across seas, Frankie turned back to boosting cars and street racing. She quit high school, traveling down the same path as her mother. A second conviction later and she was kicked out of her house at seventeen years of age. She bounced around friend’s houses before finding an interest in one. His father was owner of a garage and there she received her first bit of training as a mechanic. He persuaded her to go back home. From there Frankie made a deal with her mother. She’d stop stealing and get a job if she’d have a place to live. She became a mechanic, but still races with her old 2006 Chevrolet Corvette Z06 from time to time
Status- Single
Children- None
Siblings- Joshua (Brother), Francis (Brother, deceased)
Pets- Cat named Gato
Languages Spoken- English, bad English and Spanish
Orientation- Straight
Race/Ethnicity- Spanish/Italian
Medical- Smokes like a chimney
Description- Standing at 5’6 and 127 lbs, she is the perfect example of good things come in small packages. Don’t let her size fool you, she’s one tough chick. Medium build with strong shoulders. Oval shaped face with strong cheekbones and nose with thin lips. Jet-black hair, waist long worn in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, but half the time it’s unraveling. Fierce dark brown eyes. A small scar above her right eyebrow where she cracked her head on a radiator. Wears her brother’s dog tags in memory of them. Dresses in the typical tomboy fashion but can dress more girlie is needed.
One word to describe-B***h
Lyrics to describe- “First impressions are over in an instant.”
Character Pic - In sig
Celeb Name- Michelle Rodriguez
Quote on pic- "Some Boys Like Pink. She'll Drive you to Drinkin'"
Residence- House
Residence Description- Moved in with her grandparents. House looks like it hasn’t aged since the late 1900’s. Typical Grandma house with plastic on the furniture and a million knickknacks. When entering the house, there’s a foyer to the left, sectioned off by glass doors. To the right is a small closet. Walk down a small entranceway and to the left is the living room, in front is the dinning room and to the right is the kitchen. Usually kept moderately clean. Past the dinning room is another hallway that leads down the center of the home. First door is grandparent’s room with a connected bathroom. Another bathroom to the left and two bedrooms facing each other. Left is Francesca’s and right is her moms. Frankie’s room is cluttered often with mechanics books and car parts. She once had the bumper of a ’71 Buick Rivera take up residence for two weeks at the foot of her bed.
Example Post- “Mija? Where are you going?”
Frankie’s shoulders sagged and she looked over her shoulder, half hanging out of the front door. So close. “Nowhere mamá,” she yelled, adjusting the strap of her pack and tightened her grip on her helmet. “To work,” she added.
“On a Sunday?” Her mother appeared around the corner, a dish towel in hand as she wiped a glass clean. She scratched at a stain with a fingernail before looking up. Her eyes traveled to the green and purple flames that danced around the frame of the motorcycle helmet. She sighed. “Mija, you know I don’t like you to-”
“Mamá,” Francesca interrupted before dropping her helmet, cleverly propping the door open. “I’m just getting a ride from Carlos. I want to finish that Domestic by Monday.” Her mother raised a slim brow and sighed before walking back to the kitchen. “Mamá? Mamá, don’t be like that.”
“Hey Frankie!”
The woman leaned back out the doorframe and glared across the chain link fence at the teenager leaning against a motorcycle. “Hang on!” She kicked the door solidly and picked up her helmet. “I’m going mamá.” She waited for an answer and blew a strand of hair from her face. She hating lying to her mother but she didn’t understand the need.
“Frankie!”
She closed the door behind her and slid the helmet over her head, dashing across the yard. Jumping over a dying bush, she squeezed sideways through the fence and tightened the strap of the helmet before climbing onto the back of the bike. Frankie immediately slugged the tall adolescent in the shoulder. “When I say hang on, hang on.” She muttered darkly.
“S**t, all right. Quit your PMSing.” The teen jumped on the bike. He ignored the urge to rub the sore spot and fiddled with the handle. “Fightin’ again?”
“Yeah,” Francesca leaned back, holding on the safety bar behind her as Carlos rolled the bike over and kicked it into gear. She looked over her shoulder at the house, spotting her grandfather coming around the corner with a rake in his hands. “I don’t want to talk about it. Lets just go, we’re already late.”
Password- imlovinit