My OC's Playground and other important rants

🌹Acilia De Rose🌹

Name: Acilia de Rose
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Role: The Underboss (Female)
Sexuality: Straight.
Profession: The Underboss.
Language: Italian, Russian
Faceclaim: Judith Bedard

Personality: She appears as sweet. Sickly sweet. Always calling people darling and the like. She is quite happy to remind people exactly who, is boss. Of course that doesn't mean she herself doesn't have a boss, but she is no mindless minion. If you are under her, you are under her for a reason. That reason is not to speak your mind against her plans. That will lead in disaster. You don't cross her. Thing is, she doesn't care about any single person. Call her selfish, but she doesn't. The only one she cares about is the boss, and that was originally because he can have her head on a silver platter if he chooses. As she can, with yours, except yours would be far, far more burnt and ashen. She is a pyromaniac after all.

Family; Mother, Roza. (Alive.) Father, Ioann. (Alive).

Backstory: Anyone may expect a sob story. One full of tears and death. Not in his girl however. She grew up in the perfect family. The perfect neighbourhood with zero crimes and in a three story mansion. She was a rich kid to say the least. Being who she was, the daughter of a well known company owner, she got what she wanted. When she wanted. That said, she was still the perfect role model student, straight A's in the top high school in the country. Queen bee. Sweetest girl in the neighbourhood. Her life was perfect. Too perfect. It got boring real quick. At a school camp in a luxury five star resort (the parents wouldn't settle for any less), she discovered fire. Of course they weren't allowed to touch it nor roast marshmallows, yet she just sat there, watching it. Her friends thought her weird. Every time they tried to drag her out to play, she refused, simply shaking her head. She wanted more. So much more then to be who she was. Her future was already planned, she was already the top of the top, was that all there was to life? After three days of staring at the flames, she felt pity for it. Fine trapped in a small box warming others. Doing others bidding. Thus, she set it free and dashed out of the building. That resort was the first of many to be burnt down. But she will always remember in glee everyone's reactions. They were unexpected. An unexpectedness that filled her life with excitement, with the rush of adrenaline. After that day she became crueller towards people just to see their reactions. To play with them like her toys. Like every Queen Bee she had her followers, but as the school delved into chaos due to her reign, she realised even her followers had no care for her. They just wanted power. They didn't share the same views. They were the first ones she set on fire. Watched them squeal and dance around with an amused glint in her eye. There were many who followed. Many buildings. She got what she wanted. All except one thing. Her future. The one thing she couldn't bring herself to burn down to set herself free. Thus, instead, she chucked her parents in a nursing home to never deal with them again. Since that day, she's had a mansion to herself, been burning down things on a regular basis, causing pain and panic and relaxing.

After many years she pushed it too far. As far as one could go. She burnt down the police station next to parliament. There were cameras and she ran. With the police after her, she figured out the place they would most likely send her. The top security prison of the time. She trained and trained. Learning to not just burn, but to kill with daggers and guns. Throwing them, fighting with them. She became a death machine, and when she finally deemed herself ready, she got rid of her final obstacle. The prison. That let loose a fair few criminals and was where she first met the Russians under Boss' command.

Skills: Fire, Guns and daggers. She is cunning and deceitful. She also can run. Run like anything. She's a skinny little thing after all.

Likes; Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Want more? Chocolate and people worshipping her is a good start. She liked being in control.

Dislikes: Cold water, the snow. For obvious reasons. Prison, although she only visited. She hates public displays of affection. No flirting in front of her please! Those disobeying however, please go line up right next to that nice axe and drop it on your neck. Thankyou! 

Quotes: "Beauty is Power. A smile is its sword,"

"Hell is empty. All the devils are here,"

"Light a fire thy can't put out,"

Crush: None. Does find he boss hot, but is not interested in the slightest.

Clothing style: Dresses. Baby blue or baby link. The soft colours. Often with a cardigan of some sort. However she does were a jacket in winter with jeans. Also dress with jeans. If anyone is concerned, when she is leaving the building, she does put short underneath!

Smut: why not.

Theme song: Dragons den by elementals