Post by SLOAN ANISE TARGARYEN on Nov 15, 2012 15:39:12 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]SLOAN ANISE TARGARYEN
CRIMINAL. TWENTY-FIVE. FENCE. DISLOYAL. PERSUASIVE. BITCH. UNTRUSTWORTHY. DISHONEST.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzeszn3RZc1qk785uo8_250.gif);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]Jazz singers are sexy. It's one of those undeniable facts of life. Marissa Cole was not immune to this simple fact of life, and she fell in love with a jazz singer (Alister Targaryen) when she was only seventeen years old. It turns out, Alister was eight years older than her, but she was infatuated with him. Considering his fame, he didn't notice her straight away, but as the hopeless fan girl she was, she weaseled her way backstage and finally met him on her eighteenth birthday when her friends took her to one of his shows in Reykjavík, Iceland. Native to Iceland, Marissa was raised by a solid family with five children, and she just wanted to stand out, to have an adventure. She had a wild side, and this led her toward Alister. Jazz music was especially popular in Iceland at this time, and she was caught up in the middle of it all. Alister, on the other hand, was in the height of his career. He wasn't insanely popular like Elvis or others, but he was rich compared to how he'd been raised, and his desire for travel was satiated by the constant traveling on tour. While touring through Iceland, his home country, he noticed the beautiful, and young (oh so young), Marissa. Jazz is associated with sex and seduction, and that's precisely what Alister did to the young and innocent Marissa Cole. He seduced her with his charm and good looks, sleeping with her and claiming her as his own. Little did he know she would become pregnant with his child. She found out a month later, when her period didn't come, and she went to him. Instead of crying over their mistake, she exerted her self-confidence and demanded he take care of her and their child. Appreciating her candidness, he took her in and she traveled with him, essentially running away at eighteen years old. Leaving her old life behind, Marissa became enraptured by the travel. She watched from backstage as he performed, making many women fall under his spell. But when he returned to the tour bus, he would become hers once more. Overall, he treated her well, and vowed to care for their child once she was born. Sloan was born into this family, full of love and no loyalty. Her parents never married, even though they loved one another, because they said marriage would only mess up what they had. She grew up believing commitment was some sort of inconvenience. She lived on her father's tour bus, trained by private tutors and teachers her father bought with his fortune. She was given his last name - her mother's attempt to show him her devotion to him without taking his name for herself - and she became the wayward daughter of wayward parents. She grew up as an impetuous child, unaccustomed to hearing no for an answer. However, when she turned thirteen and got her first period, her parents began to lay down the law. They urged her to get control over herself before she got herself thrown into jail for doing something stupid. She was naturally intelligent, and a born antagonist and instigator. She seldom got into trouble for her ideas because she always posed the idea for another child who was foolish enough to act on it, and she sat back and watched, entertained as they failed and got in trouble. When she didn't listen to her parents, she got herself into trouble one night while the tour stopped in Stockholm, Sweden. Out for a walk by herself, she was grabbed and drugged, unable to defend herself. The next thing she remembers is being drug out of a whorehouse by the local Stockholm authorities. She'd only been hours from being shipped out of the country, sold into sex slavery, and the experience taught her a valuable and hard lesson. She was raped while she was drugged, and although she never remembered it, the thought nagged at her. For a few years, she threw herself into sexual activity, rationalizing that if she had sex for herself then she would somehow be able to forgive herself for allowing her guard down. She'd almost become a slave to that sort of thing, and while she'd escaped, she had essentially put herself right into that slavery by whoring around with any boy she wanted. It took her two years to realize this was the wrong tactic, and she became enamored with the law. She wanted to save other young women from falling into a dark path, from being snatched as she had been. Using her inherited smarts, she got herself into a premier school of law, leaving her parents' adventurous life to train herself in the ways of the proper world. She trained quickly and brilliantly, becoming an intern agent at MI5 and later earning herself a genuine badge of her own. She followed cases such as that of the notorious criminal V and the Irish mafia, but she never had any huge cases that earned her the fame she, deep down, starved for. She wanted recognition, some token that she was worth the attention her parents had neglected to give her as a child. Then she was partnered with Saxton Pond, a sweet man a couple years older than herself. She didn't deny she was instantly attracted to him with his chiseled features and sparkling eyes. Although they weren't supposed to mix business with pleasure, she'd never lost that rebel within her, and she seduced him quite unintentionally. They had a romance of several months, and she took his virginity without ever knowing he hadn't slept with another woman before her. As she began to believe she could be in love with him, something snapped within her, and she shut down. She couldn't be stuck in this sort of commitment. Her disbelief in constitutions was too great to overcome. Not only did she balk from Saxton, but she balked from her entire life, realizing she'd been in one place for too long. The night she betrayed her former colleagues, and her lover, was a night to live in infamy. Having been part of an elite crime-fighting organization like MI5, she knew where certain centers of crime where located, and she went to one of these locations to switch sides. She needed a change of pace. It was irrational, and much more like the Sloan from her teenage years than the woman she'd been believed to have grown into, but she didn't care. Her parents had cursed her with a desire for adventure and an inability to be loyal. A notorious Russian thief and forger by the name of Ari Maslov took her under his wing, recognizing her enterprising spirit, and attempted to train her in sleight of hand and stealing. While she was good at pick-pocketing, she did much better with seduction and intrigue, so she fit perfectly into the needed role of fence. Because a fence must have a silver tongue, Sloan was the ultimate woman for the job, and she expertly sold stolen goods into the black market and underground. She became as notorious as a fence as she had been as an MI5 agent, and soon she was the one being hunted. Now, she finds herself escaping to Boston, hoping to enlist the Irish mafia to protect her after some rather nasty clients disagreed with her commission price off the top of their artwork (in other words, she stole ten million dollars from some easily-angered Russians and could use the help of the mafia to keep her from being killed). Little does she know that her former flame has moved to this very city. |
