Serafina 'fi' Caliri
twitter - @Thanyouevrwere
FC: Arabella Drummond
Birth Name: Sadie Aine Meehan
Age: 22
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Performer at the Red Room
Family: Fitzpatricks
Relatives: Carolyn Meehan (mother, alive), Unknown McElroy (father, unknown)
History: To be honest, I don't remember a lot of details about my life when I was younger. Just that my mom and I moved around so much that no single place managed to leave an impression on me. And that these moves usually revolved around the well of available men drying up. And I use the term 'available' loosely... My mom wasn't above dating married men, if she thought it was advantageous. I didn't even attend regular school until I was eight years old. That was when my mom landed her big fish - Vincenzo Caliri. He even officially adopted me, which my mom followed with changing my given name as well.
I was enrolled in school - along with a slew of other after school classes. Horseback riding, piano, ballet. My summers filled with swimming lessons and gymnastics... but I took it all in stride. My mom and I had it kind of hard before, so I felt she was just trying to make up for lost time, lavish her newly found luck and wealth on her only daughter.
It was when I hit puberty that the truth hit home. My mom started supplementing all my additional classes with lessons of her own. How to attract the 'right' sort of man, lure him in. Constant reminders that I shouldn't be foolish enough to let my heart make my decisions for me, because it would just get me into trouble. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was the trouble she'd gotten into. I tolerated her lessons though, because I'd always thought my mom was so strong, she'd managed to take care of me on her own after my birth father had abandoned us. She'd had some of her own lessons, learned them the hard way.
When I was fifteen, though, I found the truth - in the form of some old letters. Never signed, but they all pleaded with my mother to come back. That the writer missed us both, they would find a way to provide for me together. My father hadn't abandoned us at all - my mom had run out on him. I confronted her, and it all came out. Truth was, my mom was just a cold-hearted, gold-digging bitch. She'd thought my birth father was going to 'make something of himself', so she'd gotten pregnant to ensure she'd keep him. But when he didn't by the time I was one, she'd bolted without a word to him.
I started searching for my father right away - determined to fly in the face of everything my mom wanted of me. My first clues started me to thinking he'd found his way into the Irish mob. So by the time I was sixteen, I was winning my own place with the Fitzpatricks - either by jacking cars for myself, or providing the distraction needed while someone else did. I had my share of close scrapes, and eventually ended up spending a few months in juvie. That's where I first started getting inked, and it became an obsession after. Me 'serving time' was also the thing that really started things out with my 'career' with the Fitzpatricks. After a lifetime of learning the art of either lying or just keeping my mouth shut, it was no problem at all to apply it to what little I knew of the way they worked. After all, they'd proved to be more of a real family to me so far than my mom had. At least when I didn't have to know something, I knew that much. Secrets and lies became my life, my trade - I plied everything my mother had gained for me in this new life.
Eventually, this landed me in a position at the Red Room. Maybe I'm still expected to use my wits and body to ensnare, but at least it's on my own terms. And I don't have to eventually essentially sell myself to the highest bidder. I can keep searching for my father, and I can stay as free as I damn well please.
Age: 22
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Performer at the Red Room
Family: Fitzpatricks
Relatives: Carolyn Meehan (mother, alive), Unknown McElroy (father, unknown)
History: To be honest, I don't remember a lot of details about my life when I was younger. Just that my mom and I moved around so much that no single place managed to leave an impression on me. And that these moves usually revolved around the well of available men drying up. And I use the term 'available' loosely... My mom wasn't above dating married men, if she thought it was advantageous. I didn't even attend regular school until I was eight years old. That was when my mom landed her big fish - Vincenzo Caliri. He even officially adopted me, which my mom followed with changing my given name as well.
I was enrolled in school - along with a slew of other after school classes. Horseback riding, piano, ballet. My summers filled with swimming lessons and gymnastics... but I took it all in stride. My mom and I had it kind of hard before, so I felt she was just trying to make up for lost time, lavish her newly found luck and wealth on her only daughter.
It was when I hit puberty that the truth hit home. My mom started supplementing all my additional classes with lessons of her own. How to attract the 'right' sort of man, lure him in. Constant reminders that I shouldn't be foolish enough to let my heart make my decisions for me, because it would just get me into trouble. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was the trouble she'd gotten into. I tolerated her lessons though, because I'd always thought my mom was so strong, she'd managed to take care of me on her own after my birth father had abandoned us. She'd had some of her own lessons, learned them the hard way.
When I was fifteen, though, I found the truth - in the form of some old letters. Never signed, but they all pleaded with my mother to come back. That the writer missed us both, they would find a way to provide for me together. My father hadn't abandoned us at all - my mom had run out on him. I confronted her, and it all came out. Truth was, my mom was just a cold-hearted, gold-digging bitch. She'd thought my birth father was going to 'make something of himself', so she'd gotten pregnant to ensure she'd keep him. But when he didn't by the time I was one, she'd bolted without a word to him.
I started searching for my father right away - determined to fly in the face of everything my mom wanted of me. My first clues started me to thinking he'd found his way into the Irish mob. So by the time I was sixteen, I was winning my own place with the Fitzpatricks - either by jacking cars for myself, or providing the distraction needed while someone else did. I had my share of close scrapes, and eventually ended up spending a few months in juvie. That's where I first started getting inked, and it became an obsession after. Me 'serving time' was also the thing that really started things out with my 'career' with the Fitzpatricks. After a lifetime of learning the art of either lying or just keeping my mouth shut, it was no problem at all to apply it to what little I knew of the way they worked. After all, they'd proved to be more of a real family to me so far than my mom had. At least when I didn't have to know something, I knew that much. Secrets and lies became my life, my trade - I plied everything my mother had gained for me in this new life.
Eventually, this landed me in a position at the Red Room. Maybe I'm still expected to use my wits and body to ensnare, but at least it's on my own terms. And I don't have to eventually essentially sell myself to the highest bidder. I can keep searching for my father, and I can stay as free as I damn well please.