(RIP me)

Name: Rose Wrakh
Age: 21
Appearance: Best I could find
Vehicle if any: does walking count?
Criminal Record: You name it and she's most likely done it. 
Bio: Rose, ah, don't let the name fool you. She might be cute on the outside, but deadly with a weapon. A drop out from college (lolol), she has done many things. Dealing drugs, murder, kidnapping, money laundering, fraud, robbery, arson, everything but rape. However surprisingly, she stays pretty neutral in the whole scheme of things. Actually add assault on that list. Many men that have tried to approach her, either end up dead or badly injured. Lately, she has been fascinated by the Falconettie's and their constant recruitment to bring her in to their family. But for now, she owns a flower shop where she still listens to the news that passes by from her customers. 
Extra: 

(Lol)

(accepted)

A plane flew in landing in the airport as a man walked out of the airport, tight leather jacket, plain white t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots, walked outside heading for the airport parking lot. He combed his hand across a motorcycle and whispered "We're back" He sat on and road off as a street sign said "Welcome to Facina, the City of Light"

Meanwhile, another man stood up and listened to someone go "I say we shoot the dumb bitch! She doesn't want to do business we'll do business FOR her! I mean it worked with that drug dealer a few years back, we found the right motivation, paid him off, and he's fine"

"Clam it Jackson!" shouted the man as he said "A gentleman doesn't just go around popping people because they don't do business. Clearly you...have fucked up." He adjusted his suit. "Boss, do you mind telling Elizabeth I'll be a little late picking her up from school"

The head man, the ruler of Facina, simply nodded and said "Be careful, the broad's a bit squirrley"

The man got into his car and said "Can't be any worse than the painter chick."

As both men got into the car, both men started their engines and road off...driving by each other...one heading to no direction...the other with a mission. The brothers...riding again...without even knowing.

(Uh throwback to F&F7???)

Rose tended to her flowers after flipping the CLOSED sign to OPEN. It had been a slow week like usual, but news were picking up once again. Funny how both the cops and the Falconettie's rely on flowers still to give for surprises. She gets by with the money she makes though. Just by conversing with her customers, seems like the Boss of Falconettie was around now. Interesting.

Rose looked up from the vase she was tending to. "Looking for something in particular?"

"A bouquet that's good for funerals and apologies, if you don't mind." Kenny stated as he stepped further inside, observing the goods of the shop.

"You'll want lilies," Rose noted the car parked outside, but said nothing about it as she stood up to indicate which flowers. "Or the different colors of Gladioli standing over there." These two were the most popular with deaths anyways, which were quite prevalent around the city.

"Oh Kenny, didn't expect to see you here" Andy said as he walked in, "Are you here for the incident? Crying shame..." He said even though he pulled the trigger himself.

Jason walked into the cafe and got in line to order some coffee. He would want some beer but the bar was getting repaired and he did not want to go to Wild Devils EVER again.

Luckily, Violet didn't live very far from the cafe. She parked her bike outside, triple chaining it, though anyone who dared steal it knew that they could expect their house to be paint bombed within the hour and her bike stolen back. She noted that the motorcycle was also parked outside. Huh. She entered the cafe and caught Tyler's pleading look. "Alright alright, I"m coming," Violet stepped through the line. "Pardon me," She said, accidentally bumping into an unfamiliar face. She slipped behind the counter, tying her purple hair up and donning an apron. "Slide the cups down and coming right up!" She grinned, getting to work. She had of course, not noticed the splatters of paint remnant on her forearms and neck as they were a normal for her and her business, though they did match the new graffiti outside.

Tyler was grateful Vi showed up when she did, the line was getting rather long. He smiled at the next customer. "Hi, how can I help?"

"Gladiolis. Any colors will do," Rose looked up at the newcomer curiously.

Violet looked up at the smoke growing outside. "Oh come on! The paints still wet, really?" She cursed, jumping the counter. "Hey, Vi, come on, you know I just cleaned those!" Tyler protested.

"Who posted your bail?" Violet asked, stepping in front of her to keep her from going further.

Tyler quietly continued serving his customers. "Your cafe sir," He said quietly.