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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:33:17 GMT -5
Between 1880 and 1920 over four million Italians were recorded as entering the United States. No other ethnic group has sent so many immigrants in such a short time. Prior to the 1870's only scattered thousands of Italians had come to areas outside of Europe to either North or South America. Up to 1900 most Italians had emigrated to either Argentina or Brazil. Those entering the United States were mostly male and many intended to return to Italy after making some money. However, for various reasons many of them ended up staying in America.
In 1883 my papa was one of them. He was a young man about seventeen with light skin and eyes. He had kissed my mother goodbye, promising to send her money for her and me, the unborn child to come to america. My papa had snuck onto the ship, saying goodbye to his home one last time. At home there wasn't work, and underemployment, high mortality, little or no medical care, little or no schooling, poor housing, semi-starvation, rigid class structure, and exploitation. A very dismal picture, to say the least. For the average Italian migration was an opportunity for liberation; the hope for a better life. After all wasn't the United States supposed to be the land of opportunity where the "streets were paved with gold?"
As soon as the immigrants landed in New York, a New York State quarantine inspector boarded the ship and had to approve the passengers before they entered. Next a U.S. medical inspector had to approve all native born Americans as well as first and second class passengers. These people would then move directly into New York. All steerage passengers were taken in barges to Ellis Island for processing. The immigrants disembarked with all of their belongings and they were tagged with a number that designated which ship they had traveled on. Their first view of the inside of the building was the baggage room where they were told to check their belongings. They then were told to walk single file up the stairway to the second floor Registry Room. In this way they could quickly be observed by medical personnel for any obvious deformities or handicaps. Whenever a case aroused suspicion ,a large X would be marked on their coat followed by another symbol such as L for lameness, CT for Trachoma, S for senility, G for goiter, H for heart, Pg for pregnancy and so on. Next ,came a test to determine mental deficiency, for this could be grounds for deportment. Immigrants who showed no signs of mental or physical deficiencies were then sent to be questioned by immigration inspectors, many of whom could speak the same language as the immigrant. Answers to questions must match those original answers given to the ship's captain before leaving Europe. The time period did alter the types of questions asked by the inspector. Questions as simple as "what is your name?" "How are you going to support yourself?" gave way to "Are you an anarchist or a polygamist?"
My papa had went through this all. He had spent many nights living with a family that had room to take him in. He would rise before dawn and sleep maybe an hour after work. His hard work seemed to get him no where. Nine months and my mother had gone into labor. I was born and and three months later my papa had finally sent money for us to come to America. By the time my mother stepped foot into New York, I had become sick from disease and lack of foor for my mother had not produced milk because the food had gone sour. Only two weeks later did my mother die from sickness.
My uncle had travelled two years before my papa, settling down and growing a family of his own. When my mother had died my aunt had taken me in while my papa worked. Warm goats milk had become my food. My health was good, I was a strong baby with blue eyes and light brown hair. As a baby and a little girl my papa worked, it really didn't matter because the first three years I couldn't remember him ever being around. I was the only female in the house besides my aunt.
When I was four I remember my papa always being around. I was his pride and joy and he would do anything for me. He saved his money and anything he had left over he would buy anything from candy to brand new dresses. "You are the most beautiful girl. You deserve the world and one day, when it changes you will have it." His tired eyes would look into mine as I twirled into my papas arms. When I was about six I remember holding his hand walking into streets I had never been into.His hand gripped mine tightly as he looked tow at me. "These are parts where Americans live, do not ever come here not unless I am with you."
For some Italians, neighborhoods became their permanent destination. They were afraid to venture beyond the familiar streets They were weary of strangers and they had a very limited English vocabulary. Italians settled among their own kind even if it meant living in a dark and dirty city tenement. They had been warned not to trust Americans; that Americans called them "dirty" names like "wop," "guinea," and "dago." They had heard many stories from relatives about how they were not welcome. Some stores refused to sell groceries to Italians, or rent homes to them in the hopes that they would just leave.
As I played near our run down house I remember the day my father came home from work early. He picked me up in his arms and took me inside. I was eight years old. Two of my father's friends were in a trial. Nocola Sacco and Barotolomeo Vanzetti were charged of murder of a guard at a shoe factory. It was said they had allegedly robbed them. Seven years passed, with trials on and off just for them to end up dead.
I was 15 when my papa had began to dissapear, he had be gone many hours in the day or night. We had moved into a better house with working pipes and warm beds. When I had asked my father where the money was coming from he never answered me. "It's not important. We have a better life now and that's all that matters." His tone was firm and his eyes had a serious look.
The police chief of this city had been investigating reports of what he considered to be "mafia" activity in the city. He was assassinated by unknown persons and the backlash against the Italian community was an hysterical one. Suspicion fell on the Italians in the community and ten were arrested and put on trial for the crime. There never seemed to be any doubt that this was not going to be an impartial trial. The mayor of the city had made an announcement to the press that "We must teach these people a lesson they will not forget for all time." All ten of the men were acquitted.
By the time I was sixteen I was living in almost a mansion. My papa had turned a new way. His hair was always slicked and his dress was in suits. I had learned the 'mafia' going around the city had something to do with my father. I was walking down the hall when I had heard my father yelling at some men. As I stopped and looked at him he starred at me blankly. He knew I was on to what he was doing, and he knew that eventually he wouldn't be able to keep me away.
One night when I was sitting beside the window, he sat beside me. "I run the Callisto Family. I am one of the first Dons in this city, after Vinzetti and Sacco I figured it could happen to any one, and I want you to have everything." I nodded my head to my papa and smiled. I had asked him to join, and he told me no. It was not proper for a woman to be in the mafia. It wasn't a game but a serious life.
When I was seventeen, my father had many men in our house. Men that followed me to watch me and men that never came back again. The police were always at our door trying to find something out. Many times they tried to arrest my father, and many times people were dead the next morning. A fad had started in the movies of the 'gangster era'. Every one wanted to dress in the pin stripe suits, and play the mafia don. It was just a game to them until some one really got shot, or the term sleeping with the fishes really came to view when they were sinking down to the bottom of the lake.
One night when I was outside I watched my papa get into a car. I snuck quietly into the bushes, listening quietly over the arguments of who was in charge and who had screwed every one over. They were arguing over money and territory. As the argument began to get heated, what seemed to be a simple chat turned into murder. Both dons lay dead in the car. As the rain poured down I walked back to my house. The tears were mixed with the falling rain drops. I sat drenched in my papas chair. My eyes burned with hate with the things around me. Everything my father had worked for seemed to be my enemy, but at the same time my friend. As I looked at the desk my father had a place and time circled. The Don Meeting.
As a month went by I mourned my papa. No one dared to touch the house that I lived in. I was the daughter of Don Callisto. In those times sons of the don would normally take over but a girl. That was not heard of. I had gone down town a month earlier, I had a dress, hat and shoes made how I wanted them. As I slipped inside them I put the hat on, slanting it slightly. As I removed myself from the car I walked inside the building. Men from all around the city stared at the woman, seventeen years old in the pin striped dress, her heat knotched slightly and the heels on her feet.
"Before any of you say a word" I spoke loudly as the room quieted down. "I am Dawn Lombardo, my papa, was Calvino Lombardo, the Don Callisto. As all of you can see, yes, I am a girl and yes, I am here at this meeting with all of you. I will be taking over my father's place, and if any one of you wish to speak to me then please, stand up and speak." I placed my fathers guns on the table that I had pulled from under the pin striped jacket that over lay my dress. "My father was a ruthless man. He killed more men then any of you in this room, do not think for a second that because I am a female I will not do the same with you." As I took my seat I looked around to every man in his chair. Not one man spoke.
Eighteen years old, a girl, and the Don of the Callisto family. I had become the most sadistic female around. Unlike my papa, I didn't just kill my enemies, no I played cat and mouse with them. Most of the time my boys didn't even kill them. They simply killed themselves. Women hated me. Men were too afraid to even want to be with me. It was as if my lips were poison and my hands were thorns. The sad part was I loved it. I could get sex by any one I pleased and didn't have to worry about coming home to a man. Remember, as Al Capone once said: 'You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot farther with a smile and a gun.'
As I had gone out one night, I had let my boys go to their families for the night. I needed some time to myself. It was my papa's one year anniversary sense his death. As I walked through the courtyard I turned quickly, pulling out my gun, but no one was there was there. As I sat down on the bench there the bushes had once been that I hid in I sighed heavily. My heart was cold and I didn't have a worry in the world. "I could make you colder" His voice was soft and low when he spoke to me. I did't even turn my head. I didn't even hear him, but that was how it was in the family. You were to expect to not wake up the next day, to eventually be beaten at your own game. "Well if your going to kill me, then get it over with. I don't have time for your petty games" I growled back. His hands gripped my throat and pain ran through my body.
As I woke the next night I looked around. I thought for sure I would be dead. As I looked into the mirrior marks on my neck slowly dissapeared. I was in terror, what the hell had happened to me? "You are now a vampire" His soft voice broke the silence. "I gave you immortality. I have been watching you in the night. I have picked you." I starred at him blankly. I had been right I was dead. Laughing softly I shook my head, Immortality? This was perfect. Gun shots did not kill me, but sunlight would. Over the years I watched my men come and go. Their children, and their grandchildren filled their positions as they died out. I had became a legend in the Mafia. I was the Don that couldn't die. As the era turned, the police tried to enforce laws and rules, but every time they did bad things would happen to them. I have always thought of saying, if you play with matches you will get burned to be the truth. It never changed when I had told them if they messed with me they would get killed.
As scientists and researchers went back in the past the Sacco and Vinzetti case had been analyzed over the years. The anger in me rose as if my papa was inside me. They had switched evidence, lied and used a judge that was prujudice against Italians. The two men were on a trial that should have ended the first time they had it. As I shook my head I looked up to the heavens. "May they get what they had coming for what they did to you, for what they did to any Italians during that era.
As I sit here today, 125 years old I still run the Callisto Family. My name over the years had changed with the eras. My men now call me Rebel, my hair died pink. I am not the pin striped little girl my father had brought up. I have become the venemous woman who had chosen to blend in with the time. My men still wear their suits, that will always be something that will stay the same. I am the youngest child of Moon Shadow. I am forever the eighteen year old little girl with the blue eyes and light skin. I am Dawn Lombardo....I am Rebel The Sadistic Vampiress. Tell me do you want to play?
I do not take credit for this whole story but I am asking you not to copy this story. Some of these pieces were taken from www.yale.edu/ynhti/curriculum/units/1999/3/99.03.06.x.html
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:33:32 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:35:50 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:36:09 GMT -5
I have no children. I am NOT siring right now.
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:36:31 GMT -5
- I need to know the mun behind the character as well, its only fair and polite.
- Character sheets are a must, I perfer not to sire with out them unless I know you OOC
- If you want to be sired by Rebel contact me via PM, yahoo or MSN.
- Remember even if you choose me as a sire I have requirements and may not be siring.
- I do sire alts, I have alts and would not be a hypocrit. BUT if you have alts and you start neglecting
Rebel's childer we will have a talk.
- Do not be afraid to ask me questions. I will either answer them for you, or find out for you. If I cannot do either, I shall refer you to someone who might be able to lend a hand.
- Stay active as much as possible. I know things happen and real life takes over but realize to the people who are active they are counting on you. If you can't be active talk to me and we will work something out.
- I will expect you to get strong in the game. SO. Do not neglect the In Game portion
- Remember I am your sire, I either adopted you or gave you what you are....I will not be sad to get rid of you for not following rules.
- Last of all, being your sire I am here to help you and guide you. Talk to me and let me help you as much as I can.
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:36:51 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:37:20 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:37:39 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:38:02 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:38:33 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:38:49 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:39:08 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 9, 2008 21:39:29 GMT -5
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Post by Rebel on Feb 24, 2008 19:03:46 GMT -5
Updated powers!
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