~Age~
24 years old

~Gender~
Female

~Sexuality~
Straight

~Appearance~

Natalia is about 5 foot 6 inches in height, her body frame being that of slender but not so thin she looks sick. She has beautifully tanned skin with small freckles and birthmarks dotting her soft skin. She had no tattoos at the moment and no visible scars when you first look at her. But hidden under clothes is a large and thick scar that runs down her chest due to open heart surgery.

Natalia has deep honey colored eyes, her right eye a bit lighter than the other. She has soft, doe like eyes that some say are entrancing.

Natalia has thick, curly hair that falls right below her shoulder blades. Most of the time its curled and left to bounce but she does tend to wear it up in a messy bun when doing chores, working out, etc.

Natalia is very keen on fashion. She loves it and will always be found in a stylish look. Most of the time she is found in her work uniform which is a black cocktail dress, but outside of work she styles looks to match her. Though she does have her times where she is just found in sweatpants and an oversides tee, mainly on her lazy days.

~Personality~

Natalia is what some would call a golden retriever. She will talk anyones head off, try to know them and be friends. She sees good in almost everyone, which can be a downfall most of the time. She is always a ray of sunshine to those around her, even on days she may not be feeling the best.

~Likes~

Cooking, Art, Hiking, Nature, Cars

~Dislikes~

Cigarettes, Hospitals, Rude People

~Strengths~

One of her strengths is being a people person. People love her, love talking and getting to know her, especially the customers at work. She is very smart, very talented and just overall seems like she has the perfect life.


~Weaknesses~

Natalia was born with congestive heart failure and so far has had 2 heart replacements. This affects her daily and will for the rest of her life.

Although she is a people person, she trusts people way to fast once they are nice to her.


~Affiliations~

Father ~ Mayor Enzo Amati
53 years old (Alive)

Her father is the current mayor of (City We Choose). He is known for his hands on plans to eradicate the city of street gangs and drugs. Her father though is hiding a lie, he uses his position to hide his dirty secrets. Lies within the political life, using smaller gangs to do his dirty work. More in Role

Mother ~ Maria Amati
Would be 46 years old (Deceased)

Brother ~ Malcolm Amati
Would be 28 years old (Deceased)

Significant other ~ Had a few boyfriends but currently none

~Other~

Natalia works at a local bar as a bartender. She is amazing at her craft and loves the people she gets to meet. She only works a few days a week, her main source of income is the artwork she sells, besides her family income of course.

More about Natalia in the Role

Matias Castel | Undercover Agent | Edgar, Natalia

Matias found himself intoxicated without even having been to the bar to get a drink, the vibrations of the bass combining with the soothing feeling of the cigar smoke in his lungs to create a warm feeling within him. He sat in the back corner of the town’s local bar with Edgar, one of the local crime groups’ soldiers, whom he was trying to build rapport with in order to more thoroughly infiltrate the group he’d been assigned to. Although he was mildly interested in the small talk Edgar had insisted on making regarding local sports teams or something of the sort, he was more interested in following the young man’s gaze toward the bar where an angelic young woman was working and engaging energetically with the patrons.

“She sure is nice to look at, isn’t she?”

A bit taken aback by the sudden change in the conversation, Matias sharply turned his gaze back toward the pale and sickly-looking young man. He made no effort to confirm nor deny what he’d been looking at, nor what his thoughts were in that moment. He simply raised an eyebrow, his very presence questioning the intentions of the young man.

“Natalia,” he gestured toward the bar, sloshing the drink in his hand around as he did so. “She’s a pretty face, but not worth the risk if you ask me. I’m sure you’re aware her father’s… a very powerful man. Besides, she’s not much for guys like you and I.”

“Speak for yourself,” Matias replied, forcing himself to assume the identity of his cover. In actuality, he could have cared less about Natalia or her father, whoever the hell he was. He’d been in this operation for months at this point, and nothing was bringing him any closer to fulfilling the vague objectives of this assignment. If she was someone he could get in bed with and sleep his way toward the answers he was looking for, perhaps it was worth what would otherwise seem to him to be a rather useless waste of energy. “I bet you five dollars she’s in love with me by the end of the month.”

Unable to stifle his bemusement, Edward patted his pocket. “I usually go for larger payoffs, but you’ll be paying me a lot more in entertainment. You’re on, sir.”

Shaking his hand, Marco’s hazel eyes glittered in the warm neon lighting, swiveling around to spot the young woman once again. She was now communicating with an older gentleman who was clearly making her uncomfortable, and she’d long since poured his drinks.

“I’d stay to tell you how wrong you are, but it’s occurring to me that I can just show you instead.” He flashed the man a cheeky expression as he got up, striding confidently toward the bar. Not making the rookie mistake he’d already seen from several others, he avoided taking a seat right in front of her or coming on too strong, and instead took a seat at the other end of the bar, allowing her to come to him. As he heard yet another individual’s blatant fail at impressing her, he couldn’t help but scoff himself, barely releasing a gentle, disbelieving smile, and shaking his head. If he had an entire month to win her over–a month in which he would likely not succeed in making it very far on his own in this mission anyway–he could afford to take his time and let her think, at the end of the day, that it was her idea to fall in love with him.

Matias Castel | Undercover Agent | Edgar, Natalia

Matias was nothing if not a patient man, never lacking in self-discipline and self-preservation, so it was an easy task for him to blend into the surroundings of the bar for as long as it took to get the young woman’s attention. Although his job had stripped him of any sense of identity he might have had, one thing he was certain of was that he was perfectly in his element assuming a position where he could easily absorb information from others without drawing attention to himself. In fact, he’d spent so much time switching between eavesdropping in on a conversation about local politics and studying the intimate tells of the young woman’s character than he’d barely realized when she was finally coming over to him. He recovered well and maintained perfect composure–as he’d practiced a thousand times before–even as she stood over him, making him feel small. This feeling continued even as he stiffened, adjusting his posture to mirror hers as he listened attentively. He made it a point to focus his eyes directly on hers, as if to challenge her.

“What can I get you, love?” If he was surprised at all that she had an accent, he didn’t allow it to show. He offered a charming, close-mouthed smile as he directed his attention beyond her, toward Edgar and a group of nefarious men who’d arrived in his absence.

“Whatever you suggest,” replied Matias, coldly and clearly indifferent to the situation. “There’s more important things to be picky about in life than alcohol, no?”

Rather than expound on this statement, the young man’s attention had transitioned completely over to the group of men who lingered in the dark, secluded corner of the establishment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he trailed off, leaving her standing over his empty barstool and returning to allow Edgar to introduce him to a group of men who, in a stark contrast to his previous thoughts, were far more valuable to him than making small talk with a conceited woman who was little more than a glorified waitress. They didn’t appear to be much more than a group of goons, but Matias knew that useful connections in his profession could be found in the most unlikely of places.

“No such luck, Marco?”

“No such luck?” Matias parroted the words back to Edgar as he took a step forward, allowing his larger and more muscular stature to intimidate his acquaintance. He narrowed his eyes, offering another vicious smile, one that meant harm in disguise. He backed Edgar up until the man was pressed against the wall, then he casually leaned an arm near his head, watching the man react to the way he was establishing his dominance. “You’re not thinking of backing out of our bet, are you Edgar? You’re a friend to me now; I’m not sure you want to find out how I treat my enemies.”

As the other members of the group began to close in the gap between this altercation and the rest of the crowd, Matias backed off upon one man’s request for an introduction. He’d proved his point well enough to have gained their respect, and he had little interest in actually fighting with anyone at such a low level in the organization.

“Are you going to introduce us to your friend, Ed?”

“I tend not to need an introduction,” the agent patted the shoulder of the soldier as he held his ground, watching his retreating frame inch back toward the security of his more established acquaintances. “The name’s Marco, Marco Lanaro. Is there a reason I should know yours?”

Catching the eye of the young woman at the bar once more, he sensed the urgency in her gaze and followed her frame down toward a freshly-poured drink she seemed to be babysitting for him. Rather than make her walk over to provide it to him, he promptly excused himself from the second conversation and returned to the person who had started the first. Now standing at the very end of the bar, he used the fact that there was no available seating nearby to his advantage and stood directly above her, studying her expression with a lingering yet suspicious gaze. His nonverbals alone were a mystery.

Just about to accept his drink and return to where the goons were sitting–a place he could more properly play mind games with this young woman from across the room–he heard the blond who had been giving her a hard time earlier offer an insulting remark in the direction of both him and her. Using his elevated stature, his intimidating aura, and his overwhelming sense of sobriety to his advantage, Matias simply stood over the seated blond until he went silent on his own.

“I’d watch what I said from here on out if I were you,” he warned, earning a look from the young man that held little power over him.

“Or what? You’re going to fight me on her behalf?” The blond shoved Matias, but he did not budge.

“No, I think she’s more than capable of fighting on her own behalf,” he responded easily, “I’m just saying that it might be easier to save yourself the embarrassment of finding out.”

Taking the drink from Natalia with little explanation or interaction from his end, he simply walked away without another word to either figure and returned to the group and the conversation he’d left. He had no qualms about staging an Irish exit with no hesitation, although it didn’t stop him from sneaking the occasional glance back toward her, perhaps out of intrigue alone.

Matias Castel | Undercover Agent | Natalia

Although Mattias had a tendency to arrive places early, he’d decided that it was much more preferable to make a fashionably late entrance that showed little regard for authority as to keep up appearances with the general public. Despite this, his internal clock still ran twenty minutes early, so despite all attempts to keep himself away from the event until later in the evening, he found himself wandering around the outskirts of the large event hall identifying the entrances and exits of the place thoroughly. It wasn’t the most interesting work, but the building was in a seedy area in their district, and he preferred to have a backup plan pre-established rather than go in blind and work under pressure, something he had never done well.

In his feeble efforts to remain hidden from the mayor, his family, and everyone who voted for or against him, Matias had already seen a handful of minor crimes take place on the busy and ominous back alley behind the mayor’s event. He’d turned a blind eye to each of them, except one: as he turned to face the front door, he heard a series of noises coming from behind him. When he turned on his heel to investigate the source of these noises, he saw a well-dressed man escorting a woman out the side door. Upon further inspection, he was able to make out a weapon in the dim light, only adding to his assessment of what already appeared to be a struggle.

Quickly arming himself with his own weapon, the young man cocked the gun and kept it in his hands as he quietly assumed cover in the shadows. He listened to the conversation between the pair for a moment, long enough to identify that the situation was indeed a dangerous one, and one that needed intervention. With the man’s back turned to the side door, but the young woman being dragged backwards, Matias stepped into the light for just long enough to make eye contact with the young woman. He pressed a finger to his lips, willing her not to reveal his presence to the man who was attempting to kidnap her. All the while, he continued to creep closer to the pair, waiting for the right moment to strike.

After a moment or two, Natalia became compliant with the kidnapper, which caused him to become wary of the shifting mood in the air. As the man paused to question her and to look around, Matias hit him from behind with his weapon, causing him to rock back and stumble to the ground, unconscious. In that moment, he released Natalia from his grasp, and Matias’ eyes followed as the girl moved sideways, anxiously awaiting freedom from the situation she had been put in. Once she had done so, his gaze traveled downward toward the man who was still blacked out on the concrete, only pausing to kick the weapon out of his grasp with his shiny black shoe.

“Are you alright, ma’am? Are you hurt?” His concerned gaze traveled over the figure in the dark, studying the outline of her silhouette to ensure her hands weren’t covering any wounds she might have accrued during the incident. Although she looked vaguely familiar to him, he couldn’t place where he knew her from, and it was too dark to verify that he had ever known her at all.