We're a crime/mafia roleplay set in the present-day Chicago.

After bombing the harbour, the new gang in town, Enigma, all but declared war on the most powerful family in the city, the Bianchi Family. Police struggled to capture the culprits and were well on their way to build a solid case against the Bianchi, but their hard work was set back once the police department was bombed. Now, the war between the two sides is more heated than ever, and the casualties only tend to grow.

UPDATE 10 - 05/2017 There's...something rumbling, or perhaps brewing, among the people of Chicago.

UPDATE 09 - 04/2017 May is almost here, and we've decided to say goodbye to April with a shiny mini event! Thank you Bishop for the amazing idea, and for everyone who's getting involved!

UPDATE 08 - 03/2017 March is here! A few layout modifications jumped out of nowhere, nobody panic! Spring cleaning is also over and as such, claims and canon roles have been opened as we cleared out the inactive. Stay tuned for IC and OOC news & announcements!

UPDATE 07 - 02/2017 February is the real MVP as we're welcoming so many new members and characters to Bloody Dice this month!! We love you all, already established members, new and returning! ♥

UPDATE 06 - 01/2017 January, you ugly thing. Regardless if you're buried in snow or melting under the sun, we wish you a great year ahead and may all your dreams come true! Good luck to everyone going back to school, work or hanging on trying to survive.

UPDATE 05 - 12/2016 It's almost 2017! We hope everyone had a great time these holidays! Security, please escort 2016 through the backdoor thank you.

UPDATE 04 - 11/2016 This month we welcome back everyone who returned from their busy period...while the site is getting ready for a holiday update! Stay tuned for an official announcement and get your holiday spirit out of the box ;D

UPDATE 03 - 10/2016 Halloween is here early! As many of you were craving a special something, we delivered! Put your mask on and sink your teeth in this new event and get wild! Have fun everyone <3

UPDATE 02 - 09/2016 Two months on Jcink and the board became home to 25+ members, 90+ characters and a ton of fun plots! Can't stop, won't stop. Looking forward to creating more fun memories and always meeting new people!

UPDATE 01 - 07/2016 After six months on ProBoards, we have moved to Jcink!

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Jul 11 2017, 05:33 PM
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Delilah's schedule was usually not as respected as she would wish for. But she did her best to avoid any meetings or unimportant matters from eating at her workout time. People probably imagined that she didn't exercise, and perhaps and couldn't bring their minds to believe the Godmother was human. But she has from a very young age, done her best to keep shape, and perhaps a little more. When Shaun was around, they would both at least train in self defense and a few martial arts. It was never Delilah's thing to learn those, but she had to recognize that it was useful. Acting powerful was one thing, but being strong was another. After Shaun's death, it was a little hard for her to get back in the game. She may have continued to stay in shape, but anything combat related was not at all center to her training.<p>

She tried to keep things regular. A daily visit to the gym in the mansion, at least one hour of workout early in the morning. And when she spared enough time, she could have the expertise of a trainer. And when some of the bodyguards or other employees from the mansion came in to train as well, she sometimes sought out their company and knowledge. at first they were usually quite wary and surprised. Then they took more confidence and found it easier to give tips to their own boss, without overstepping the boundaries she was silently setting. A light mood that was nice from time to time, and welcome on both ends. Except when she found herself in a dramatically bad mood, in which case no one got close and sometimes the room would be completely empty.<p>

Today wasn't really one of those days, however Delilah was recovering from a bad headache, cause by what you would commonly call a hangover. Recent event got her to take too much pleasure in drinking. It caused a few incidents, but nothing that was outrageously of any matter. The room was calm, the only sounds were truly only emitted by the controlled kicks she gave to a bag of sand for now, and the breathing of effort being made. It was raining outside and the lights of the mansion were lit to compensate for the lack of light the overcast offered. Perfect day to stay inside...

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REBEKKA HOLTZ

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She felt like she was going out to deal with things herself far too often nowadays. Did everyone leave her to be alone again? Or were they all actually preoccupied by the events and working to turn the wheel in the Bianchi's favor? She knew everyone was actually doing something, and being useful, but she couldn't help but believe that she was very much more lonely now than ever. No sister to bicker with, no father to be yelled at and no brother to seek a slight sarcastic comfort in him. <p>

Those kind of thoughts brought Delilah Bianchi to wonder, in her black car on her way to the Tiger's Den, about things she'd never do. Each time she walked in those dim lit hallways, elevating the status of Brothel to so much more than just a house of pleasure, she couldn't help but imagine how life could have been like in other circumstances. Would she come here regularly? Would she even be married with children yet? Questions that often filled her mind but always clouded her thoughts when she entered the Tiger's Den.<p>

Her brother used to work here a year ago now before he was lost to coma and later fell to weakness. For the longest of time he had left a clear mark on the place. But as Delilah walked in, it was clear that someone else was in charge, as slowly Shaun's hand dwindled and faded. The woman now in charge, was certainly a very good choice. She had experience and participated in elevating the Establishment's reputation. A thing Delilah could say she did better than her brother. Where Shaun was ... well dealing in not only prostitution and pleasure, he also dealt with drugs and other illegal produces of men. It shadowed what could have been the tiger's den. Delilah didn't exactly feel the greatest pride in the sole existence of a Brothel House, but she was proud of what it had become, which was the most renown establishment in town. Either famous or infamous, it didn't matter. Any publicity was good publicity to her.<p>

She walked inside, very much looking like she owned the place and well, she had her right to. The Godmother had business to talk about with Monica. The carpet floor made each of her steps silent, and she carried nothing on her that let out a cling or a thump. Silent yet very present. She looked around, searching for the woman in charge of the Tiger's Den with feathery soft eyes.

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MONICA BIANCHI

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The Golden Crown was still one of her biggest pride regarding her family's wealth and power. It was still standing after all these years and it rarely had a falter in its business line. She had to admit, her sister did a good job at managing the Casino business in its entirety, but the one who was assuring the Golden Crown's everlasting glory was someone she perhaps had more trust in. JACOPO BIANCHI was more trustful to her than her very own unpredictable sister. Sister who was still in the process of going into trial, and who will very likely end up in some mental hospital somewhere. It was truly despicable the way things were going down, but alas there weren't many options left besides prison when so many charges were pressed against her. Roxanne will have to take care of herself while Delilah did her best to manage the Bianchi business and try to find a breach in the system to get her back. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted her back, but being all alone in all this mess ... perhaps a crazy sister wasn't so bad.<p>

In any case, she was walking out of a simple black car, staying low key today to talk with the Golden Crown's manager, Jacopo. Things had just hit a dire situation, and right now, the Golden Crown might be one of the most important part of Delilah's big family. Southside was in riots, and it was partly her fault. After her dealing with Ryan, there was little time between her taking action and the riots starting. Now she had no control and the only reliable and actually quite legal business she had in hand could suffer plenty from this mistake.<p>

It was late, and Delilah knew she was breaking a newly installed curfew by being at the Casino tonight. The Casino itself had the front lights sparkling like always, but the lights inside were dim, mostly turned off because of the lack of clients. Oh there were a few people inside, mostly members of outside mafias and her own men, gambling with a small glass of their favorite drink. But the atmosphere was far more grim than usual and when Delilah walked in, their heads barely turned. Only checking if it were a cop or a new face. It was only the Godmother, nothing could possibly be wrong with that presence?<p>

She walked in the large halls, searching for Jacopo, her heels discrete on the carpeted floor. There were a few things that needed to be discussed, but the main issue now was that curfew that cut their clients income by more than half their daily number. Southside will have to calm down quickly, or else....

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JACOPO BIANCHI

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The Mansion was different, it felt less niche and calm, and perhaps even safe. But it wasn't really because of the growing silence of Enigma that created that looming sense of insecurity. It was all the fault of a child, a young child Delilah could not seem to remember the age. She had the general idea, but she always went too old or too young. And since Miguel was new around, everyone asked about him. She still didn't really know what to do with him. Of course she had to raise him, and let other people than her make his education because she lacks so much time. But that didn't change the fact that she was aware that being a good family member asked of her to... well be there for her...nephew. She wasn't the type of person to be very family-y. Just look at how invested she is in freeing her sister from probably getting in prison or a mental hospital. Gladly the poor kid had nannies because otherwise he'd be facing the most boring aunt... but she wanted to be better to him. There was a need for it, just an inexplicable desire to at least do one thing that could be good and approved by everyone. And that was easy, she could still be the Godmother and take care of her brother's bastard kid ... right?<p>

She was sitting in the right side of her office, the two large windows open and a small breeze was flowing between the light white curtains. It was a peaceful place and it was hers. People knew it was once they sat in one of the vintage couch, chairs... just like Miguel. Sitting in the middle of the couch, his legs barely long enough to come to the edge of the furniture. He was a cute child, with dark hair and impressively bright blue eyes. He looked so much like his father, it sometimes made Delilah look away. It was uncomfortable to see a ghost look at you, in a way. For the longest time they were just sitting there in silence and the child, like any child, was growing impatient and had started to wiggle his legs accordingly to Delilah's greatest misery. She liked calm atmospheres, so Miguel's spastic movements were slowly driving her mad. She had the intention to spend time with him, to do as others have recommended, which was to show him affection, to find something that could link them together, and forget this strange discomfort between the two.<p>

Delilah had ended up giving the child a book about boats because it had drawings in it, but it was perhaps too scientific a subject for the child. She was just waiting for this moment to end and she had planned a meeting for that. Nora had already had a few words about Miguel and was in his company from time to time when she could and wanted. Charlie on the other end probably saw the child more often than he'd wish for. Seeing a kid run around and escape Delilah's authority must be quite entertaining for him. Delilah wanted them both to come to her office today, in order to discuss important matter. It should have probably been discussed before, but she had a certain reticence to the subject. And it had nothing to do with Miguel at all. In fact the child will probably be taken by a nanny the moment Nora and Charlie would come in. But in the meantime, Delilah had to try her best to be an aunt.<p>

"Do you like boats?" she asked, but was answered with only a look from the kid who lowered his face back into the large old book. Delilah pinched her lips, frustrated by the kid's innocence.


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NORA SALVAGGI & Charlie Moretti

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<div style="width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #020202;"><div class="connormain"> Busy doesn't chose where </div><div class="connorsubh"> But you can chose the outcome </div></div><div style="width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #020202;"><div class="connorposta connorbold">
She didn't often set food in the Tiger Den, for it wasn't exactly the type of place she enjoyed to visit in the first place. Not her type one could say quite easily. For several different reasons really. One, it used to be ruled by her brother so the people inside were usually of his type, which meant they were all thirsty and not always elegant in their advances. Shaun, he brother did a good job with this place however, it had that prestige and chique that not all modern 'Brothels' had. Clients were well treated and were given everything they wanted. From a simple and cheap request to those types of requests that were so odd and intricate that they demanded a few days of planning. Delilah didn't find anything interesting in paying to be with someone for a night or more, even if she didn't have to pay to have anything from here. However she did find it a relaxing place to be. The lobby out of everything was very nice and if you took in count the nice dinning area without women and men walking around you with velvet feet to get you to pull your wallet out, then this could be one of Delilah's favorite places in the city. Again, minus the people.<p>
Today she was here for a more business oriented visit. She was having trouble with the PD sending agents here to get words out of the pretty ladies and men working here. It was foul play to the Godmother and she believed that when a man or a woman spoke honestly to a whore to get a weight off their chest, it should stay in that whore's mouth until their death. It was like the doctor's medical secrecy, expect it wasn't considered as professional by most people here. Also another thing that was being an issue, was the fact that Shaun wasn't here anymore, so it didn't really have anyone completely managing it. And that was starting to show, slowly but surely and it wasn't making Delilah's anxiety get any better.<p>
So she called Caterina to meet her here, so perhaps they could discuss what to do with everything. The woman was a lawyer so perhaps she knew how to help out with the cops, or maybe she even had an idea for the Tiger's Den ownership. It still belonged to the Bianchi, but if they didn't find someone to take it in their hands and make it thrive, then it was better off sold to someone. Delilah didn't like that idea, but if it were to become a hole in the Bianchi family investments, then she'll plainly get rid of it.<p>
She sat at one of the table inside the dinning area, purposely picking one of the closed off tables so she didn't need to worry about seeing any nudity in her midst. It was were Shaun usually installed himself, prideful of his creation and his successful family business. But it wasn't the same with him gone. Only the memory of shared dinners around that table on those comfortable velvet couches haunted Delilah's memory as she waited, the music of the place being almost tuned off between the walls of the private small room.

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CATERINA BONACCI

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