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[norftwickcd]

* / 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑍𝑜𝑦𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡

( vaani kapoor fc, 29, cis female, she/her ) speaking of the bardet crime family, there goes zoya bennett. i’ve heard that the bisexual scorpio works underground as a hitwoman, but that’s all stuff of rumors. however, the fact that they’re notoriously + magnetic and + intuitive as well as - merciless and - capricious doesn’t bode well for their rep. deep crimson lips, devil may care smiles, the contrast of leather and lace.

𝐵𝑖𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝘩𝑦

The Verrazano family has been loyal to the Bardet’s for several generations now. Zoya’s father Vito was once a high ranking member of the mafia in fact. This was when she was quite young as unfortunately he took the fall for something major and was sentenced to life in prison. Whicg was unfortunate for Zoya who just four years old at the time, and her two older brothers was that not long before this their mother had died of an overdose. Without their parents, but not without protection due to the loyalty their father and family had always shown to the Bardet's.

Growing up jostled about without structure, and without anyone truly teaching them right from wrong and seeing nothing but violence and the lives of mobsters it really shouldn’t come as a surprise Zoya is as morally skewed as she is. It was after all perhaps the hardest for her as she remembered neither or their parents and had few female role models to look to growing up. She figured things out on her own and grew up much to fast.

By the age of fifteen she was already getting mixed in with some of the mafia business dealing drugs at the high school she attended. Her pretty face and magnetic smile enough to have everyone lining up. It was around this time that she truly learned the power of a pretty face and how to use it to her advantage. She matured into a real beauty and the perfect honey trap. The first time she got blood on her hands she was seventeen it was unintentional and out of self-defense, however without hesitation or remorse. And that incident was what set her path to becoming a hitwoman for the mafia.

The perfect lethal weapon she knows what to do with her every asset, keeping her tools and tricks sharpened at all times. Any job that requires stealth, precision, and discretion is right up her alley. A pro at getting information out of just about anyone she sets her mark on, she’s been a great asset, making herself indispensable. Whether the job includes a hit or not. In her head, she often fancies herself some variation of a spy, and noir film femme fatale, and carries herself the same way. Completely self-involved and vanity driven but not without her redeeming qualities either. A loyal friend if you can pin her down, a pretty good sister in her own opinion, and of course excellent at her job.

𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑠

Best Friend Group (3-4 people heavily involved in the mafia)

Exs

FWBs

Frenemies

Rivals

Hateships

Anything at all I feel like with Zoya the possibilities are endless!

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[zoyamathur]

Introducing Zoya Mathur !

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T H E   B A S I C S

NAME :  Zoya Mathur

AGE :  23 Years Old

BIRTHDATE :  October 28th, 1996

OCCUPATION :  Yoga Instructor at the Renegade Gym & Exotic Dancer at Mayhem Maidens

OREIENTATION :  Heterosexual

MOTHER :  Sunaina Mathur

FATHER :  Unknown

SIBLINGS :  None

PARTNER :  None

HEIGHT :  5′5″

EYE COLOR : Chocolate Brown

HAIR COLOR :  Dark Brown

RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES :  Bright smile, big eyes

TATTOOS :  None

B A C K G R O U N D

TW : DRUG ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT, MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH DISORDERS

It is often said children are a reflection of their parents, shaped and scarred by their handling. Her mother would say Zoya got all the best of her, and Zoya has always prayed it wouldn’t become the worst of her. In the 80s Sunaina Mathur lived the life of a quintessential 70s hippie, living a nomadic life believing in everything and nothing, forever romanticizing and wandering aimlessly. When she was young her indecision and lack of responsibility harmed no one but herself, she was in love with nothing and everything all the time, going wherever her next whim might take her.

Though all that changed when she fell pregnant without the faintest clue from whom, and suddenly she found herself solely responsible for a tiny human, having been cut off and estranged from her own parents for years at that point she had no one to turn to. California just happened to be where she’d ended up around that time and for the first time she found herself having to permanently settling somewhere. Zoya was an extremely well tempered child to her relief, never fussy, and never needing more than she could provide. Everything was okay for a little while, they got by on limited means on her diner paycheck. Though that quiet life was so far removed from the life she led before Zoya, going wherever she wanted, making the best worst decisions, indulging on drugs, alcohol, men, woman, and the more she thought of it the further she began to fall into patterns of depressions and manic episodes.

Her patterns of restlessness and self destruction uprooted their lives in three different towns until they ended up in Charming, by far the smallest town they’d settled in thus far though definitely the easiest to get by in as well. Zoya was twelve by this time and slowly beginning to understand her mother’s quirks and patterns. Before she knew it she was not only looking after herself but her mother as well. Keeping her from making some of her worser decisions and falling back into the same holes as in the past. Zoya didn’t want to move somewhere new again, she didn’t want to have to keep readjusting to new surroundings only to leave when things were finally looking up.

She had nearly as much agency as an adult in their little family unit and she was able to keep them both afloat that way for sometime. Though Zoya never quite resented her mother up until that point, quite the contrary she made herself believe her mothers quirks were endearing. The good days always outweighed the bad, her mother when she was in her highs was so incredibly fun and full of life, most day her childhood was the sort most kids dreamed of ice cream for dinner, random late night adventures, paint parties, gorging on snacks with movies on a school night. All the things that made her mom the coolest among her friends. They did yoga together, binge watched bollywood movies and danced all night, she grew up romanticizing life in the way she saw in those very movies, choosing to see the best in her mother while laughing off the worst.

In high school it was especially easy since Zoya had a social life of her own, between her friends, the dance team, and rigorous gymnastics involvement her schedule was plenty busy. It was so easy for her to believe that her mother had finally settled down as well, she was dating someone for the first time instead of the random hook ups she knew little about, and with his help her mother even took the plunge and opened up her own ‘medical’ cannabis dispensary in town, having always been a bit of an expert in all things marijuana. What she hadn’t known at the time was the loan she had gotten for the business was not from any legal entity but from the local gang whom her boyfriend was a member of, and over time she became loosely involved in some of their drug operations herself. 

The whole matter became the first thing her mother well and truly hid from her completely, keeping her away from it all. Having no real interest in weed herself her moms business of growing and selling wasn’t all that interesting to her, and her mother encouraged her to stay away on account that she was a minor and she didn’t want to get in trouble over the fact. Two years later Zoya was graduating from highschool and had gotten a gymnastics scholarship to attend San Jose University a few short hours away. Her plans for what she wanted to do with her future were fluid at the time, as she explored her options and stuck to her love and commitment to gymnastics, any plans she was formulating came to a halting stop when she went home for the summer after her sophomore year to find out her mother was in shambles. Frantic, worried, and using god knows what concoction of substances again.

Things had gone south with the dispensary and she’d closed shop four months prior and was under investigation by local authorities. And if that wasn’t bad enough she also owed the gang upwards of a hundred thousand grand. Her solution? To drop everything and leave, and for Zoya to go with her so she could avoid any fallback of the whole mess. Zoya was confused, and more than a little concerned but refused to entertain any ideas of running from the problem before her mother told her the whole truth, thus learning for the first time about all the money she’d ‘burrowed’ from the wolves and just how much of a mess she’d gotten herself in. Zoya didn’t know what to do but she also didn’t want to run because she knew if they ran then, they’d always be running and her life would forever be derailed.

They argued about this for days as her mother’s paranoia and skittishness grew, then one  morning she woke to find the small one bedroom apartment empty, no trace of her mother other than a piss poor note saying little else other than sorry. Zoya was stunned and didn’t know what to do, or where to go from there. She was an adult but suddenly realized how little she actually knew about what meant, when her mother had taught her little to nothing about how to handle your shit. All she knew was she would not do what her mother did, she would never run from her problems but rather do what she needed to do to take care of things.

Her mother’s debt became her debt since she was no where to be found, what else was she supposed to say to them? The first job she found was working at the local gym as a yoga instructor, and another working night shifts at the diner. Even working as a babysitter wherever she had the time off. The online classes she was trying to keep up with had to be dropped, she couldn’t afford the apartment on her own and moved into a shared space. A year went by that way though she was buckling under the stress of it all never able to make substantial enough payments towards the debt and manage her expenses as well, and never wanting to be in the position where she couldn’t carry her own weight in the apartment or even admit to her roommates just how much she was struggling. Finally a couple months ago she hashed out a new arrangement with the wolves. She would start dancing at the Mayhem Maidens and they would keep nearly all her wages earned including tips and cut back on the accumulating interest so she can actually start to make a dent in the debt.

While she still finds herself struggling with the new gig, she’s not bad at it by any stretch. She’s always loved to dance, with her years of gymnastics and yoga she’s more than flexible enough to put on a good show. It’s just everything beyond the stage that gives her pause. All she wants is for this phase of her life to be over so she can go back to figuring out how she actually wants to live her life, and what she wants to do to make her mark on the world. And most of all she knows she doesn’t ever want to wake up one day, and realize her life is turning out to be just like her mother’s.

W A N T E D   C O N N E C T I O N S

Best Friend - 

Close Friends - 

Ex Boyfriend - 

Potential Crush -

Parents she babysits for -

Literally anything, just hmu and we can work something out!

@charmingintro​

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[zoyamathur]

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