Ralph

"Yes. ma'am." Ralph pulls his suit jacket on, sliding his rings on. Zara shakes her head slightly, "This is stupid." Raven glances at her, "Trust me, I know." he says. Tanner simply shrugs. "A ball is a ball. Plus, gives us reason to go out." Ralph scoffs, smirking slightly, "You're terrible." Tanner grins, "Nope, just honest." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the female leader of your mafia - which, can I add, is the BIGGEST in the country! Yes, female. Sorry men. You have to be female because this is for, like, feminism? Just showing women can be big, scary people too. And that women aren't any less capable. You have men AND women working for you. Your enforcers are: Tanner, Raven and Zara. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Ralph, your right-hand man. Now, you might be thinking - "Why don't I have a female right-hand-in command?" well, Ralph is your childhood friend, and he is, indeed, a feminist. (Or you can make up other reasons too, Idgaf). Ralph is 30 years old, with blonde hair and brown eyes.