Post by Riley Chayka on Mar 27, 2013 23:12:19 GMT -5
Your Name: Reid
How many years roleplaying?: 10
Sonya Riley Chayka
How many years roleplaying?: 10
Sonya Riley Chayka
B a s i c s
22 years old • Aliases • Washington, D.C. • CIA Operative • 3/13/1990
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22 years old • Aliases • Washington, D.C. • CIA Operative • 3/13/1990
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- Name -Sonya Riley Chayka
- Age - 23 years old
- Aliases - Riley Chayka, Riley Chase
- Residence - Washington, D.C.
- Profession - CIA Operative, Spy
- Date of Birth - 3/13/1990
- Criminal Background/Rap (If Applicable) - None.
A p p e a r a n c e
blond • pretty • scars • eyes • skinny
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Riley is a very attractive young woman. She has an innocent face and a smile that can draw people in. This makes it very easy for people to trust her. Her eyes area stunning light blue color, that glow. She is able to hide the ghosts that surround her by keeping a smile on her face and a false glimmer in her eyes. The most noticeable feature of her's however is her light blond hair. She normally lets the golden locks flow naturally down her back and/ Once in a while she will pull her hair into a tight pony tail. Riley stands at five feet five inches, making her neither tall nor short. Normally she weighs just under 120 pounds, though in light of recent events she has dropped to a stunning 106 pounds.
On her neck there is a noticeable birth mark, but she pays little attention to it. Along her body as several scars. The most noticeable are two bullet wounds. On in her upper right arm near her shoulder. The other on her inner left thigh. And more recently is the still fresh wound located one inch above her belly button, as well as the exit wound for the bullet hole on the right side of her back some inches higher than the originally wound. As far as her clothes go Riley doesn't wear anything to flashy. And rarely wears anything fancy or to girly. This means skirts, dresses, and high heels are pretty much out of the question.
P e r s o n a l i t y
determine • strong • level-headed • untrusting • ptsd
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If you were to try and find one word to describe Riley it would have to be fearless. She isn't afraid of anything, even death. Not that she doesn't care. She may not have any family left but she still feels she has a reason to live. She just knows that she has to keep going. Not let the little, or even big things, stop her from doing what needs to be done. To accompany this trait, she has a high moral compass. Riley will do anything and everything she can to help someone else. She would walk into a burning building to save a stranger if she had to. She doesn't have much in her life but she wants to make sure others that do have a lot to live for get that chance. Riley isn't hot head, however, and she thinks things through before doing anything. She knows some people can't be saved, and that there sometimes isn't anything she or anyone else can do to help some. Bad things happen, and sometimes there was nothing to do but let them. This doesn't mean that she is heartless, though. She does keep her emotions at bay and rarely shows the guilt she commonly has for her work. This is more for her own sanity though. Its the same reason she never shows any sadness for nearly single handedly, in her opinion, getting her family killed.
When someone first meets Riley they first think that she is the sweetest girl they have ever meet- so incredible innocent. She is charismatic and always knows what to say. Riley tries to smile as often as possible and make everyone else around her smile. There was a lot of bad in the world, and Riley feels she responsible for some of it, so she wants to try and spread as much happiness as possible. Deep down however Riley doesn't trust anyone. And never will. She doesn't even trust herself. She was taught for years that everyone and anyone could and probably was a threat. Not that she feels she needs anyone. She knows how to take care of herself and can do so better than most people. She is proficient in fighting, mostly dirty, as well as good with weapons including guns. And at the end of the day Riley has no one she truly cares about. No family. No friends. No worldly possessions. No one to lose. And no one to miss her when she's gone.
When faced with the worst that life can through at her she simply sits back and takes it. Stares death in the face and rarely shows fear. There is one thing that she will never do, and that is give up her country. Even when she was faced with torture, lack of sleep, and the worse pain that anyone could throw at her she stays strong. Knows that if she talks, then nothing she has ever done is worth it. Even after being in the worst situation in the world Riley still tried to put on a happy face. Act like nothing every happened. Like it was just any other day. However something did happen. And despite the how much the woman tries to fight against any feelings she has she had sustained some effects. Sleep is very rare for the woman now, not that she would let anyone know. And while she is still strong minded and a fast thinker she finds herself becoming jumpy, and hyperventilate. Always fearing a pain that isn't there. And while she will never admit it, she is most certainly fighting off PTSD.
H i s t o r y
russian • poor • murder • cia • captured
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Sonya was born to Mila and Peter Chayka. The two had lived in Russia their entire lives struggling to make ends meet. When Mila found out that she was pregnant the small family decided to make a difficult decision and when Mila was six months pregnant they moved to New York City in hopes of finding the American dream and making a better life for their first born. This however didn't happen because of many reasons. One was the fact that neither one spoke much English. They tried not to let this stop them and Peter got a job in a Russian auto-body shop not far from their small ground level apartment. Mila on the other hand stayed home with the new born baby trying to keep the child safe. The family lived in a prominently black neighborhood and the new Russian family drew a lot of attention. However they stayed away from the small family because though the territory was mostly black it was controlled by the Russian Mob. Though, the gang issues in the run down neighborhood made it very unsafe even still. Two years after Sonya was born Mila gave birth to her second child Anja. The small family began to blend into the society and Peter and Mila began to learn more and more English. And though they still spoke mostly in Russian to their children they made sure they too learned English so they could have the best lives possible. When Sonya was six years old and starting elementary Mila got a job as a maid and Sonya found herself becoming more and more independent.
At a very young age, however, the bright blonde headed child began to start to attract some unwanted attention. It was very hard for her to blend into the background. What was even worse was when she was confronted by young gang banger, (Normally around twelve at the time) or even just others in her class, she didn't shy away like most others did. In her neighborhood there were really only two ways to live. Either you joined a gang or you lived and fear and were killed. Sonya had decided to make a third choice and she stood her ground. When a boy picked on her she would stare him right in the eye and not move. Normally she wouldn't even say anything knows that talking back would effect her in a totally different way. As a young kid this meant she got her butt kicked quite frequently. She never once ratted on the boys that attacked her though. Never pushed her bounds. As she grew older she began to fight back. And thought she had always been small and normally was several years younger than her assailants she learned from pretty good moves, most of them dirty, and even won a few fight. This made her very valuable to the gangs in the neighborhood and when she was twelve they began to try and recruit her. She always denied them. And by some miracle they never pushed the matter to much. It seemed that her spunk had won her some sort of immunity. Maybe they figured one day she would have no choice but to join them. Either way at age fourteen the fights had dwelled down greatly. And for a while things seemed to be going pretty good. The school she went to was fair from good, but Sonya enjoyed it and even was one of the few students who actually learned something. All seemed to be heading in the right direction.
That was until it all changed when she was sixteen year old. For years, Sonya had been fighting off advances made at her by boys of all ages. She was a piece of exotic fruit to them with her pale skin and blond hair. (Even her sister had brown hair). It had never been much of a problem until a boy commonly know as Trip approached her. She of course rejected him knowing his intentions where far from pure. Unlike the other boys, however, he took this news very badly. And later that day as Sonya walked home from school he and four of his friends jumped her. The proceeded to gang rape her for several minutes before the left her “as good as dead”. Sonya was strong though and forced herself to walk the several blocks to the nearest police station. There she named each and ever boy who participated in the crime. Not even once worried about what they would do to her. She knew it was right thing to do. Not only for herself, but for the hundreds of other people she was sure they had raped. (As it turned out Sonya's testimony brought forward fifteen other teens the men had raped).
Sonya then spent two days in the hospital before being released. A week after the incident the small family was having dinner. The windows to their ground floor apartment were open as the weather had been unusually nice the day. The sound of a muscle car rattled the glassware as the ate. It was a common sound though so they easily tuned it out and continued on. The next second a hail of bullets thundered into the house. The gang the boys were part of had decided that Sonya had out lived her worth. They had realized that she was fearless and bold and that was bad for business. Mila and Peter were thought to have died before they hit the floor having sustained as many as five gun shot wounds. Sonya was luckier, she only got two bullets- one in her leg and one in her arm. Anja was less lucky. Before Sonya could place her own body over the fourteen year old's body she had sustained three shots to the stomach. As the car speed off Sonya held her dying sister. The last word she uttered was, “I'm scared.” The police arrived ten minutes later to find Sonya half alive clinging to her dead sister's body.
After a short stay in the hospital Sonya was placed in a foster home in Queens. Suddenly living in a middle class family came as a shock to her. But she pushed on as if nothing had happened. Never even once, after the night her family died, did she show any sadness for the lose. She knew that she couldn't dwell on the past. It was at this time that she reverted from using her brithname to using her Middle name. Her parents had given her an American name just in case she needed to get away from her past. And now was the time she needed that. Riley. She liked the name, it suited her well enough. Riley knew there was little chance of her being adopted and she didn't want to be adopted. She was already sixteen and would be leaving anyone's care in two years anyway. After all there were so many other children that needed to be taken in, so when ever anyone gave her a chance she made sure they went for one of her other foster siblings. Only a few moths later Riley took a job as a waitress in a small diner in Manhattan. Meanwhile she continued in school excelling quite well in a better environment. And two years later she graduated with Honors. However unlike her other classmates she didn't apply to any colleges. Instead she moved into a two bed room apartment with three other girls and continued to work in the diner. She didn't want to go to college because she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Not to mention she knew she wouldn't enjoy it. School had always been an escape for her but now she didn't need that, so why waste the money. Things weren't too bad though and she enjoyed her job.
Two months after graduating, however, things took an odd turn. It was nearing the end of Riley's shift when two men came into the diner. Riley took their order and when she returned with their drinks she couldn't help but over hear them speaking Russian. She didn't catch much but was sure she heard, “The bomb is ready.” Riley made sure to make no indication that she spoke Russian or had heard anything, knowing she had probably heard wrong. However she wasn't going to leave it at that, she had to be sure. She after delivering the drinks she found a table to clean that was just within earshot of them. The conversation was only about two minutes but in that time Riley had the proof she needed that they were up to no good. They talked about a target, never saying where though, a bomb, innocent lives, and even a man named Williams. What was worse was it was going down that very night. Riley went to the kitchen then and called the cops telling them everything she had heard. They told her however that there was nothing they could do. They would however look into it. Riley had lived long enough in the slums to know that nothing was going to be done. When she exited the kitchen she kept an eye on the men, and when they left the diner thirty minutes later she followed them. They had only gone a few blocks before the men realized they had a tail and lead the young blond down an ally. Riley followed blindly into a trap. And though she was able to get in a few good punches the two men over powered her and pinned her to the wall. The demand what she knew and who she had told. Riley stayed quite though knowing that no matter what she said they would kill her anyway. And sure as fire the man pulled out a gun and placed it to her head. She made sure to hide all fear she had and stare him right in the eye, silently. Just before he pulled the trigger two shots rang out and both men feel to the ground. Riley looked up to see a tall black man standing just feet away, a gun in the air. “You must be Williams” Was all Riley said. As it turned out the two men had been terrorists that, despite being watched by the CIA for years had, some how had been able to get into the country six months ago. There they lost track of the men. That was until Riley called the police and mentioned Williams' name. The CIA had then gotten a message and Dean Williams had got to the diner as quickly as possible.
What was even more amazing was that right there on the spot offered they offered the eighteen year old a job. Riley accepted with out hesitation, realizing that this was something she could do. She was then sent off for her six months of training at the farm. When she got out she was right away sent to Russia as a foreign exchange student to a large university in Saint Petersberg. “Riley Chase's”, as she was called then, job was to get to close to a man they CIA suspected had ties to an intelligence leak. She played out this role for almost six months gathering intel on not just the professor but many other Russian links. However as soon as the CIA had enough information they pulled the young operative and sent her to Spain. And from there she began her four year journey. In that time she prefected speaking German and Romanian, as well as became close to fluent in Farsi and Arabic, with some knowledge of many other European languages. In that time she also became a very valuable asset to the CIA, with skills that made her one of the best covert agents they had. Everything was going just fine.
That was until Riley was sent to Russia again. Her mission was supposed to be easy. Meet up with an asset, get the information, and get out. However what was suppose to be an easy mission turned bad when a vacationing family, a mother, father, and 13 year old daughter, got in the way. The three were nearly killed but Riley stepped in and stopped it. This had very serious consequences though and the FSB took the four hostage. They suspected Riley was some sort of US agent and questioned her for hours. When she refused to talk they later turned to torture. At first the used a high pitched sounded which played into her cell 24/7 for two weeks. Her only peace was when she was taken out for questioning. She kept her mouth shut though. Never once speaking a word, even though she knew they would turn off the sound as soon as she started to talk. That was not an option though. After two weeks they realized how impervious she was to the noise and moved on to more advanced interrogation methods. They started out slow, and got worse and worse. After three weeks of beating, shocking, and threatening her, however, she had still kept her mouth shut. That was when they realized that she wasn't going to speak. She didn't care about herself. But they had one more play. The family they had taken in with her. They began beating the father and threatening the mother. But Riley didn't seem to flinch. It wasn't until almost three months after being captured did they turn their hatred on Samantha, the thirteen year old girl. As much as it hurt Riley she knew she had to let it happen. Even more so was the fact that she knew that the Russian government could not execute the girl. That was one thing she miss calculated, however. And without hesitation they shot her. Riley kept her mouth shut, though. What was done was done. The next two weeks went by with only the obnoxious sound torture, in this time she made her move. And after three months she was able to do what she hadn't been able to do before, she escaped. After 96 days Riley was finally on her way home.
Family
Mother: Mila Chayka – Deceased
Father: Peter Chayka – Deceased
Siblings: Anja Chayka – Deceased
Other: None
L i k e s
Rain
Traveling
Helping People
Her job
Being someone else
Being in control
Di s l i k e s
The Dark
Loud Noises
Being Alone
Bad Guys
Not being in Control
S t r e n g t h s
Determined
Cares and never gives up
Can take a lot
Loyal
Hiding her true self
Being who she needs to be
Level Headed
Knows how to do her job, and do it well
W e a k n e s s e s
Jumpy, over stimulated
PTSD
Doesn't know when to quit
Doesn't give herself time to mourn
Hides all her feelings
Over committed
O t h e r
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Q: (OPTIONAL!) How did you come to find Absolutely Addicting?
Q: For those making second characters; what is your main account? Reese
Q: If you had to pick a theme song for your character, what would it be? Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything
Q: What mental disorder(s) and/or quirks if any does your character suffer from? Do they know about it? PTSD, she knows something isn't right, though she doesn't have the name of it, nor does she want to admit it.
Q: Profile code(s)?
Q: Anything Else? nope
A Role Playing Sample
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Riley Chase watched the man before her move methodically, making sure he stayed at least an arms length away form the small blonde woman. His eyes locked with her, but she know he was watching her every move. Riley too locked eyes with the tall black man, but observed every inch of his body. He held his pistol at the ready. Riley didn't doubt that if she made even the slightest move to move her own gun forward to shot him he would pull the trigger. She had been sure that it was his voice in the dungeon she had spent three and a half weeks in. He had been shouting, cursing her captors for killing the five year old. “That's not how it was suppose to go.” He had said. She had heard him reprimand many operatives in the past with the same words. But no one would believe her. A week later when the US paid to have Riley and the same girls parents releases she was near death. She hadn't eaten anything in days, and had wounds covering almost every inch of her body. Scars that she still wore today. If she accused a man who had been with the company for twenty years in this state she would be thrown in a lunny pin with out a thought. She needed evidence. All her digging had proven futile though and the young operative came up empty handed. She wasn't even sure if she trusted herself anymore. Which was why she agreed to go to Paris with the same man, Williams as he was known. She now realized that she had been right all along. “Why?” She asked him her voice completely claim. “Samantha Chase died because of you.” She didn't care what he did to her. She wasn't as innocent as she looked. “Sonya...” His voice was hollow. Her birth name was rarely used anymore, other than by her mentor. Sonya Constantine had died many years ago. “You should have just talked.” He finally spoke lowering his gun and moving slowly to the hotel room window. Riley knew he hadn't let his guard down and stayed still. “You know me better than that.” She told him. She wasn't even sure what she knew that Williams needed so bad. He had access to all her files. Had she ever hidden anything from him? She wasn't sure. Her whole life had turned into a lie. “I;m sorry, Sonya. But I've already sent out a warning that I think you've gone rouge.” This news almost sent Riley to her knees. She knew that she had no options now. If she shot him they would believe she did it to cover her tracks. If he shot her they would think it would be to protect himself. “This is so much bigger than you think.” Williams spoke and before Riley could assess all of her options Williams pulled his gun up. A bang rang through the small hotel room. A second shot rang out as Riley's hand worked on instinct. She watched as the man feel to the ground, a bullet lodge in his head. Her hands clinching her stomach. She didn't have time to worry about her wound though. She fled the hotel room. She had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do, all she knew was she had to run.
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Riley stood on the beach watching as the sun's light began to touch the oceans water before her. The red and orange of the sky seemed to glow over the deep blue of the ocean's water. It was very claiming. Almost let Riley forget the situation that she was in. The last few three days had been the worse days of her life. And that was saying something since the Twenty two year old had spent almost a month of being tortured by an armed group. That pain in her stomach now couldn't even be compared to the pain she had felt those weeks. It wasn't so much the pain though, More the hopelessness. Throughout her life Riley had never felt as hopeless as this. She had seen her family die before her eyes. She almost died and killed people in the name of her country. But never before did she feel like she had no options. As of almost exactly three days ago she was a traitor to her country. The same country that she had worked for, for four years. Of course the accusations against her were completely false and, as was usual, Riley had simply dug to deep into something she wasn't suppose to know about. Dean Williams had been the man that had brought her into the Agency. She had thought she could trust him. What else had she been lied about. What else had she missed? Riley had killed a totally of 8 people in her life. One accident, 6 hits, and once murder. Had she been wrong. She wasn't sure of anything any more.
To make it worse was she was on some deserted island. She had no idea what to do now. She had to keep her cover story going that was for sure. No one could know who she was. She was a traitor after all. She would be sent to some off shore prison that wasn't suppose to exist for this. She had no proof that she was right, and no one had any reason to believe her. She wouldn't even believe that Williams had been dirty if she hadn't seen it for her own eyes. Taking a deep breath she fought of a cough and a wave of sharp pain radiating from her stomach. She had gotten the wound stitched up in Paris but she was still unsure of what internal damage there was, and the plane crash hadn't helped things. The only thing that was going right for her was she hadn't been hurt any more by the crash, other than a few bruises and scratches. Riley pulled a hand for her jacket pocket to check the wound. She noticed that it was shacking though and she tried to stop it. Taking a deep breath she moved the hand to the zipper of the black hoody she was wearing and slowly unzipped it. She let a shaky breath go when she saw that the blood had began to sink through the dark red shirt she had scavenged from the wreckage. She had already had to throw out the light blue shirt she had been wearing at the time of the crash. No one could know she was hurt this way. Anyone with a brain could see the wound was, at least, not caused by the crash. And if anyone noticed that it was a gun shot would she would have a hard time explaining why a travel report was traveling with a gun shot wound. Hearing a couple soft foot steps from behind her, Riley pulled the zipper of her jacket up and stuffed her hands in her pockets.