It's a work in progress, but here we go.:
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Character Name
Helena Rosa Bertinelli
Alignment
WTL
Character Speech Font and Color
Georgia, Dark Orchid
Powers and Abilities
Criminology – Given Helena’s childhood growing up within organized crime she has insight into the inner-workings of organized crime which makes her adept and fighting it as well.
Firearms & Archery – Helena picked up her first handgun when she was seven and became proficient with archery during her time at
Brentwood Academy which included the course alongside other electives.
Martial Arts – Helena was trained extensively by her father and Tony Angelo during her youth due to the increasing danger of a mob war that Franco viewed would consume the family. Believing his daughter to be their first target, Franco put Helena through training that included private tutoring in Sicily, Bialya, and Qurac.
Stealth – In addition to martial arts, the menu of self-defense was stealth though not by her father’s request but rather Tony Angelo’s who would call in favors to make sure Helena was adept in not only self-defense but evasion.
Character Origin
Helena Bertinelli is the twenty-four year old daughter of Franco Bertinelli and Maria Bertinelli (ne. Panessa), who was born into a world of infinite possibilities as well as a world of crime given her father’s role as the boss of the Bertinelli Crime Family or as it was known in the criminal underworld: the Cosa Nostra. Descended from Sicilian immigrants that set sights on Gotham City as the next “New York” in the nineteen-thirties, the family has been in operation for a lengthy amount of time and was said to be the biggest threat to Gotham’s orderly infrastructure until the appearance of what is now referred to as the “Roman Empire”. But the days of Guiseppe and Alfredo Bertinelli were long passed by the time Helena was brought up in the world as the simple state of the crime family was not second but third banana to Gotham Organized Crime. In spite of this, Franco wished Helena to have a healthy childhood—one of which he did not have given the state of Gotham when he was a child. Unfortunately, we all don’t get what we wish.
Franco Bertinelli’s ultimate weakness in Gotham was a lack of utter ruthlessness that his grandfather, Guiseppe Bertinelli, had—following in the illusion that their business should be clean, honorable, and still efficient. However other crime families had thrown out old concepts of honor amongst thieves, and began to peddle (as well as torment) whoever they pleased. This was evident as Roman influence began to conquer the political infrastructure whilst Maroni introduced European Sex Trafficking to Gotham’s unfortunate citizens. However, this did not conquer Franco’s ideals and virtues.
During Helena’s childhood, Franco Bertinelli called a meeting of the families and arranged a sort of mob truce that should’ve inspired a white peace and for a good while it worked. That is until greed and intrigue filled the eyes of said rival families. Bertinelli leaned on his friend and mentor, Salvatore Valestra to help advise him on the dark times for the family to which Salvatore suggested he played it safe and quiet as tensions continued to rise. Said tensions almost cracked when Franco’s wife and son were killed in an incident that echoed the violence that absorbed many affluent families. Carlton Duquesne, a longtime enforcer and then sub-boss suggested that it was a declaration of war and that they needed to act; but without the proper intelligence nobody knew who was responsible and Salvatore Valestra suggested they do not act until they had a hint of responsibility—the only thing was known was either it was an coincidental accident or threat to any person who bore the name Bertinelli. Helena was only six years old when this tragedy occurred and the only reason she survived was the fact she was sick and stayed home on that very night.
Franco Bertinelli became paranoid and damaged after the incident; and looked to his daughter as the only thing that really allowed him from losing his mind, though ironically it also facilitated his paranoia and rampant anxiety. Assigning a personal security expert and self-defense teacher named Tony Angelo, Franco decided it was time to teach Helena about the family and the reality that she needed to know how to protect herself from the danger lurking in the shadows. This would continue for years as the young girl would learn stealth, martial arts, and weapon finesse when she could; especially during Summer which Franco would have Angelo take her overseas. Helena’s life thereon seemed mundane as she was inducted into Brentwood Academy and then Gotham University, where she joined her childhood friend Kathleen Duquesne and others in what seemed a relatively ordinary life for a young adult and it was. However this is all going to change and spiral very soon...
Cast
Tony Angelo –
The former bodyguard of Helena’s during her teenaged years and one of the men who trained her in martial arts/self-defense. He is a student of Richard Dragon and a (currently distant) friend of Ben Turner.
Donald Campbell –
A hitman hired by Stefano Mandragora.
Carlton Duquesne –
Introduced to the Bertinelli Crime Family in late eighties who initially operated as an everyman for the family’s desire for subtlety. Since then he has climbed the ranks of the family and operates as a sub-boss.
Kathleen “Kath” Duquesne –
Childhood friend of Helena Bertinelli and the daughter of Carlton Duquesne. She is currently a student at Gotham University as she majors in art studies.
Santo Cassamento –
The Bertinelli Family's de-facto enforcer currently.
Stefano Mandragora –
A ruthless mob boss who operates as an advisor and consigliere of Salvatore Maroni. He is the man who ordered/hired the man to kill the Bertinelli’s and inspire a mob war between the Falcones and Bertinelli’s to increase Maroni’s power in the criminal playground of Gotham.
Claudio Panessa –
Helena's uncle through her mother and a member of the Bertinelli Crime Family.
Dr. Evelyn Rosen –
A psychologist and therapist who works out of Arkham Asylum. Her relationship towards Helena is that of a doctor to patient.
Jessica Sharp –
A friend of Helena's that she met during her time at Brentwood Academy and an aspiring journalist who idolizes Victoria Vale and Cat Grant.
Dr. Bradford Thorne –
A close friend of Helena’s and the son of Matthew Thorne. He is an accomplished surgeon at Gotham General Hospital who follows in his father’s shoes as the medical advisor for the family though has done so discreetly without notice of opposing mobs. His uncle is Rupert Thorne—a career banker who also owns several businesses in Gotham as well as a criminal connection for the family.
Salvatore Valestra –
The second-in-command after Franco Bertinelli of the family. Described as a cowardly (or cautious) man.
The Question –
Ambiguous international detective and sleuth who has debunked everything from major corporations to worldwide conspiracies. Identity unknown. Helena and The Question will cross paths soon.
Ultimization
Helena doesn’t despise her father who in this was not an abusive alcoholic mess of a parent, her mother was faithful to her husband, etc. I’ve also tried to fuse a bit of DCAU into the inner-workings of her supporting cast if that helps. My goal is to make a fun yet cohesive to-be-Huntress who doesn't need to rely on other Gotham characters to make interesting stories.
What can you bring to the RPG
Dedicated posting and an odd drive to write Helena Bertinelli during the beginning of her Huntress run. I’m taking some advice to keep focused and ideas seem to be blooming. I’m also a role-player with over thirteen years of experience so I can promise consistency and dedication. Oh yeah and I am extremely cooperative and malleable. Also wouldn't mind working a few team-ups down the road or crossover encounters at the least.
Sample Post
My family is just another casualty, a casualty that will get swept under the rug and never to be heard of ever again.
My family were not saints or social paragons like the Waynes, but we weren’t the lowest of the low: we weren’t Maroni or Falcone. I can still remember the times I leaned on my father when I was a kid, trying to comprehend the ‘family business’ as he called it. Everybody knew who the Bertinelli’s were and what we did in our part of Gotham. But the difference that my blind old man always spoke was that we were better than the Romans and he did show it. Franco Bertinelli refused to let crime rule him like Maroni had let it rule his—we didn’t sell drugs to kids, we didn’t do anything without thinking about our honor. But where the hell did honor get us?
I’ll tell you where it got us: dead.
It’s something my doctor and friend, Bradford Thorne, reminded me blatantly… that I was lucky to be alive. Bradford’s a good guy and loyal to the very end, but I don’t feel too lucky—my body is on so many painkillers I can’t think straight, my old man is worm food, and the last thing I remember outside a burst of bullets was something that boils my blood.
“The Roman says hello.”
My father had already settled with that prick years ago and our families had something of a treaty. Who the hell was he to order a hit on us and break the arrangement? And I full well know what’s going to go next; with me out of commission and my father no longer among the land of the living this all brings Salvatore Valestra into the running to running the family and the guy’s a total coward. I’m fairly certain he’ll just sit and play it with baby steps as every other crime family tries to get a bid of the territory. It makes me furious, actually.
Well at least there’s one thing I know, the Thorne’s still have our back. But really I don’t know if that’s enough.
As I keep rambling to myself that’s when I hear the door of my hospital room open as a voice follows suit.
“Helena Bertinelli?”
“Well, I’m not the tooth fairy.” I retort, my anger and aching nerves obvious influencing my tone. Not that I really care considering it’s nobody important—another paid Gotham goon from the police department to mock the fall of the Bertinelli’s even though we’ve done far more good for this city than the Roman Empire has. The Bertinelli’s aren’t selling smack or running human trafficking right out of their backyard. It doesn’t matter, the PD is on the take. Makes me wish my grandfather would’ve kept his influence in the department back in his day. Damned romans.
I take a deep breath, it isn’t her fault that this crap happened. “Sorry, I don’t have good bedside manner. Can I help you?”
She nodded, seemingly fine with my half-assed apology. “Detective Kane, Gotham PD. You got a minute?”
“Not like I can exactly go anywhere, officer. What do you want? If it’s a bite, I warn you the food here is terrible.” I reply as I decide to let the badge do her job, not that I’m particularly excited to have a ‘conversation’ with her. But she won’t go away if I tell her no and she’s not likely here about the family business but more who tried to kill me. She’s going to be pretty mistaken either way, I don’t know a damn thing.
That’s when I notice another badge walk in behind Detective Kane before leaning back on a wall—his hands stuffing themselves in his pockets. There’s one thing that bothers me about this guy… his expression is blank and his eyes glare at me like he knows all about me. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did, but he creeps me out… must be the lady cop’s partner. I try to ignore him.
She chuckles, “Of course. I’m here doing a follow-up on the incident.”
“You mean with me finally realizing my dream of being able to relate to swiss cheese?”
“…erm, yes, that. You’re the only survivor of the encounter, do you remember anything that could help our investigation?”
“I have only one thing to tell you about that detective, and that’s what I was told before I was shot in the back.” I don’t know why I’m not being hesitant with the information, but maybe it’s because I just don’t get a bad vibe from the woman in front of me. She doesn’t smell dirty—but that doesn’t mean her higher ups are on the straight and narrow. If the Roman knows I survived hearing the words of his little hit-monkey then I could be the target of some convenient accidents in the near future. “But I don’t know if I can tell you, given my fuzzy memory. These meds are killer on a girl’s train of thought, you know?”
She looks at me for a moment before taking a light breath, she might be thinking I’m lying or these painkillers are really messing with my memory. “So outside of that, you can’t say anything at all about the night in question? At all?”
“Why don’t you try a little harder? Can't be too hard.” The male detective, he hasn’t said a word until now and he doesn’t mince his words; almost like he has a bullcrap detector.
“Officer, I was shot in the back. Many people have had it out for my father, I don’t know who could’ve done it that isn’t on your laundry list of bad guys.”
“I’ll bet.” The male detective stated as he turned to his partner, obviously he isn’t thrilled by my answers.. “C’mon, we’re burning daylight here.”
There's a sigh and a nod as he leaves the room from his partner, almost defeatist in nature. “Very well, but once your memory comes back, please come down to the station so we can get to the bottom of this.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
“Be safe, Ms. Bertinelli, and please do not forget to contact us.”