Post by SHEEKA RIVA on Jul 3, 2014 17:08:28 GMT -5
SHEEKA PRIMROSE RIVA
Basics
Nickname(s): Sheeks
Gender: Male, though some may argue otherwise.
Age: 19; May 19th
Ethnicity: Italian
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Occupation(s): Besides being the next heir to the Riva Corportation, Sheeka works part-time at a cafe, is the Spiaggia's second-in-command, and is also known to work with the Varia as well as other allied organizations.
Personality
Positives
• Resourceful
• Charming
• Tenacious
• Intelligent
• Sensitive
Growing up as he did, Sheeka has learned to be calm and resourceful to help him get through tough situations. He's also highly sensitive because of the abuse he went through as a young child. He doesn't like seeing other people hurting or in pain and honestly likes trying to help anybody in need. harm is something that he seemed to have inherited from his mother and people seem to enjoy how charming and outright endearing the cute little shota is when they see him. Hard to resist any sort of cuteness, after all. Despite being a year behind in school, Sheeka seems to have a great deal of intelligence but just never seems to actually use it for school. His intelligence is more for street smarts over book smarts. Having spent four years on the street, Sheeka can pick-pocket the pants off of somebody, pick locks, and break into places without qualms. Howewer, he is one of those types of students who sail through the school year on C or B averages. Tenacious as anything, Sheeka doesn't honestly like quitting on something. He'd much rather see something through than quit in the middle of it. He's deadset on the path he's chosen for himself and would rather keep walking over turning back.
Negatives
• Selfless
• Insecure
• Reckless
• Vindictive
• Distrusting
• Deceptive
• Socially awkward
Sheeka's insecurity is something he has never seemed to be able to shake from his personality. He doesn't believe in himself all the time and lacks the confidence in his own abilities. Part of the problem could be the abuse he suffered at the hands of his stepmother and his father, or for other various reasons that one couldn't begin to fathom. Sheeka's lack of confidence in his own skills can often lead to his habit of self-blame, if something goes wrong, he usually attempts to find a way to blame himself. Sheeka has a rather nasty habit of being overly selfless, often willing to help others at the cost of his own happiness or safety. The loss of his mother at a young age has lead to him being a little bit clingy and fearful of losing loved ones again. He doesn't like any of these traits of his, but his need to have something to cling to is part of the reason he can usually be seen carrying stuffed animals. Stuffed animals, to him, are an anchor he needs to stop from being lonely. Sheeka is sort of like a kicked and abused dog in the sense that he is highly distrusting over people he doesn't know. He expects the worst out of some people and his cynicism over such things often causes a little bit of problems between himself and his overly trusting best friend and boss. Sheeka is often considered socially awkward with others his age and is often more apt to getting along with the young, preteen crowds over the older ones. He never got the social interaction that elementary school and friends would have offered him after his mother died. Discussion of childhood is often a sore subject for him because while eight year old boys were playing in mud, getting dirty and screaming that girls had cooties, Sheeka was already a mature child fending for himself. He doesn't forgive easily and is highly vindictive to those who wrong him or wrong those he cares about. In fact, going along with his issue with blaming himself for things, he's never truly forgiven himself for his mother dying and being unable to do anything about it. He is also apt to speaking of his biological father and stepmom in a cheerful manner as he attempts to devise a way to dispose of them in a way that makes up for the years of torment.
Likes
• Stuffed animals and various other forms of cute objects
• Tea
• Firearms and various types of knives. It's rare to see him without.
• Sewing and cooking.
• People of similar stature to himself; aka, short people.
• Sleeping outside on rooftops.
Dislikes
• Enclosed spaces - Sheeka is prone to claustrophobia if locked in enclosed spaces, such as closets.
• The dark - despite everything he is, a notorious thief and ocassional assassin, he doesn't care for the dark that much.
• Tall people who make fun of his height - and tall people in general.
• His step mother and his father.
• School
• Stuffed animal abusers
• Stupidity
History and Misc.
Miscellaneous
Sheeka is rather small for his age, being at about 5'1. However, he is prone to lying and telling people he's 5'2...and is also known to wear platform shoes to add to his height or use illusions to make people think he's taller than he actual is.
Having lived out on the streets for several years, Sheeka knows how to fight and fight dirty as well as use knives. His main weapon is that of firearms and he is highly skilled as a marksman and with a sniper rifle. While he does own a collection of firearms, his firearms and bullets are usually made from illusions. His knives are usually real, though. He prefers mid-range combat, but isn't terrible if it comes to close range. He knows how to use his small size and his speed against his opponents. And it doesn't help he fights dirty, too. Beware biting and below the belt attacks...it's not like he can get much higher than that anyway. Despite the trauma he went through concerning his mother's chain whip, Sheeka learned how to use a chain whip of his own to get over it and is capable in its usage, although isn't near as good with it as he is with knives or firearms.
History:
Sheeka was born to the Spiaggia's previous generation mist guardian, Varina Rovati, and that of a civilian Italian man who apparently had caught the heart of the charming woman who, like her son, was the boss' best friend and confidant. After finding out she was pregnant, Varina returned to Italy to be with the father of her child, promising to return to the Spiaggia when her child was old enough. She wanted at least part of her child's life to be normal. Their marriage was to be a short and slightly tumultuous one, as the man was Catholic and wouldn't take no for answer. He didn't want their son to be born out of wedlock, that, and his parents weren't very happy about the fact he'd broken the whole "No sex before marriage," thing. Things we made worse in the marriage when Varina refused to have Sheeka baptized as a Catholic like his father, electing to allow Sheeka the freedom of choice when he was old enough. Sheeka's father was never truly happy with his son, from the fact that he was born prematurely, was conceived out of wedlock, was never baptized and was babied and spoiled by his mother.
Things improved slightly between the family, however, after his mother became pregnant a second time. His parents' relationship improved somewhat because they were happy about the baby. Even Sheeka was happy to have a little brother or sister, even knowing that his mother would be paying more attention to the new baby than to him. That was okay, though. He was going to be the best big brother, ever! On a normal day, Sheeka could be found sitting in his mother's lap, talking to the new baby even if they couldn't really understand him yet. It was still early on. He was happy, though. He'd have somebody to play with soon. There weren't many children his age where he lived and he wasn't starting school until he turned six, like all kids his age did. A baby though, even if he couldn't play right away...he could wait.
Happy times wouldn't happen for much longer, however. Shortly before Sheeka's sixth birthday, in late March, things took a bad turn for the entire family. Sheeka was the only one home besides his mother. His father had gone out that night, to spend time out with his parents and his friends before he didn't have the time after the new baby came. He was watching something on TV before bed that night, when his mother screamed from the kitchen. When the young five-year old went to check, his mother was on the floor, in pain. There was already blood pooling on the floor beneath her. Sheeka didn't know what to do. What would any five-year old do in such a situation? He'd be taught the emergency numbers already, but when it was an actual emergency...he froze. She looked like he was in so much pain and the phone was in the next room. He refused to leave his mother on the floor and in pain alone. Neither mother nor unborn child made it through that night. When his father returned home, slightly drunk from his night out, he found his wife dead in the kitchen and his son curled up next to her already-cold body in her blood, crying uncontrollably and often asking for his mama to wake up. Maybe if his father hadn't been drinking that night and tried to comfort his son, Sheeka wouldn't for the coming years blame himself for the death of his mother in his coming years. The first things the man said to his traumatized son was "What did you do?! It's all your fault!" The first words that Sheeka ever heard, besides his own and his mother's dying words was that it was his fault that she was dead. His fault. His abuse and neglect started that night when the man slapped his son across the face in his rage. Sheeka's father had never laid a hand on him before, but it was his fault that his mother was dead, wasn't it? His father had every right to be angry with him.
Things didn't improve between the two, spiraling into a worse relationship than ever. For the next year, Sheeka's father was prone to drunken rages, often taking it out on his son. When Sheeka started school the next year, things improved some. There was six hours he was away from his father. He could have told a number of teachers in his school what was going on...but why? He felt that he deserved everything that was happening to him. His mother had died because of him. His mother's best friend had shown up for the funeral, with her family and her young son. Sheeka managed to pretend that nothing was wrong and attempt to interact as normal. Varina had gone to Japan a couple of times to visit with him, so he knew them fairly well. One could tell that the death of his mother had affected him, but at the time, there weren't any signs of his abuse besides the bruise that was fading from his cheek from his father slapping him that night. He'd carefully said gotten it on accident while playing. Nobody had any reason to doubt this because while Sheeka's father had never shown any outward love for his son, had never laid a hand on him before. Sheeka would have said something otherwise, right? He was a smart little boy after all. Saya Inazuma had been going to investigate further, but the Spiaggia's family business and her eventual death prevented anybody from doing anything. Besides, they had to return to Japan soon...there wasn't much they could do from there. Especially when somebody they were going to try to help felt that he didn't need or want it and deserved what he was getting.
It was about a year after his mother's death that things started to improve to a certain extent of the word. His father stopped getting drunk; so the drunken rage stopped so he stopped being abused, at least for a time. That lasted for a few days until his father came home with a woman, announcing that he'd just remarried. The one time Sheeka had felt any anger towards his father during his childhood was that. He'd gotten married again. To somebody who wasn't his mother. He didn't say anything though, the anger quickly fading to "he should be happy. It's okay. I'm sure he still loves mama," he wasn't sure about that feeling when his new stepmother purged the house of most of Varina's belongings, with his father allowing it. Many of her mafia heirlooms and other various objects of importance had been left to Saya Inazuma and to the Spiaggia. All but one thing, the chain whip that his mother had used in combat. It was one of the few things that were spared. His new stepmother had been curious about it as to why a housewife would use such a thing and began learning how to use it. It wasn't long before the abuse started again, this time with seemingly new vigor to it. There were two people making his life miserable now. One was bad enough, but two? One of which, had taken a liking to the weapon that belong to his mother. It was important to her! She wasn't allowed to have it. He tried to take it from her more than once, to maybe send it to the Inazumas. To keep it away from her. To keep her from using it. That chain whip seemed to be his new 'mother's' favorite form of punishment and soon enough, it terrified him to the extent and he knew that with the way it was being used, it would never be his mother's again.
Schooling for Sheeka was on the lacking side. He'd started because the school he was supposed to be enrolled in called several weeks after he was supposed to begin, mentioning that he was truant. He went after that, at least for a little while. He didn't make many friends, or any at all. After that, attending school was sporadic at best, going when the school called about his extensive absences. A few teachers noticed that he was skinny, never ate lunch, and often sported cuts and bruises. The fact that his clothes were at least clean was a surprise, but that was because he had learned to do them himself. They were always a bit small on him, however. Whenever he showed up for school, one of his teachers would send him to the school nurse during lunch times and together, they'd document each injury. It was to these two that Sheeka broke down and informed them that his father and stepmother were hurting him. They approached his parents shortly after that, but nothing changed. In fact, his stepmother called the school and informed them that said teacher and nurse were abusing her son, putting on quite the act of worried and enraged mother. After the two teachers were discredited and fired, very few people tried to help him. After he told his teachers about his abuse, things escalated between physical and emotional abuse. One couldn't see or document mental abuse, could they? Sheeka was eight, nearing nine when he hit an all-time low. He had no friends in school, nobody to help him and perhaps the one person that he could possibly have relied on, Saya Inazuma and her family, were countries and a continent away and that she had died as well. He almost contemplated on killing himself that very night, but instead chose to run away and never look back.
Sheeka wandered the streets of Italy for several years after that. He stole what he could, survived as much as he could without really living at all. He considered going back home, but knew he didn't have a place to go to. There was really no way to get to Japan and he didn't even remember where the Inazumas lived, let alone could even get there. There were days that he just wanted to curl up in a tight little ball and die of misery. It wasn't like anybody would miss him, after all. However, at some point during his time on the streets. Something changed. Rather than just surviving, most likely chasing his own demise he had the overwhelming urge to live he wanted to live. His ability to use his Mist Flames came up during this time as well, his dying will, I suppose one could say. If he died...he'd regret a lot of things, actually. He didn't know what he'd really regret, but he'd regret things. He learned how to use his mist flames during his time on the streets, learning a lot of things. Learned how to survive, how to fight for his life. One of the first things he learned how to do with his flames was change his appearance, or at last, cover the scars he had accumulated over the years. His stepmother had used her chain whip on him, so he had scars from that. He had more scars than he could care to count. He hid them all. He didn't need their appearance wearing him down. That was in the past.
Things changed shortly after he turned twelve. His entire life did. He hadn't eaten in several days and there were few people to steal from on the streets now that it was closing in on winter and cold was setting in. Christmas was nearing. It'd been a long time since he'd celebrated Christmas. He'd stopped believing a long time ago. There was this pair of men, carrying bags of what looked like Christmas presents for children. He wasn't interested in them, he had his favorite stuffed giraffe, Fiona, after all. Varina had bought it for him shortly before her untimely death. There had been this cute stuffed lion sticking out of one of the bags. He had never gone after anything like toys before. He'd never needed them. He wasn't going to steal the toys though, but both of them looked rich. They had money in their wallets, Sheeka bet. He could buy food and then maybe a new stuffed animal. Or at least someplace warm to sleep for the night. He followed them until he found his opportunity, bumping passed them and apologizing as he reached for their wallets. Something was different though. They noticed him doing so. People rarely noticed him when he stole wallets, but the few he did...he often found himself being chased and threatened, and sometimes even caught and beaten up some for it. So Sheeka did what he knew how to do when he was caught - he ran. He didn't know what had gone on between the red-head and blonde after he ran, but over the next few days, he found himself being followed by the blond man. He couldn't fathom how he kept being /found/ by him, but he never tried anything. Since Sheeka had never gotten their wallets, he'd never gotten to eat...but would often find food waiting for him when he woke up. He was always wary of food from strangers, but hunger always drove him to eat it over his own distrust of strangers.
Several days of this occurred until Sheeka finally got the courage to approach the blonde, who apparently already knew him by name and mentioned his mother. The mention of his mother almost drove him to run away again, scared of what would happen if they found out that it was his fault that she had died, but he didn't. Instead, he took his hand hesitantly. Things improved drastically after that. He was taken in by Alessandro Riva, the head of the Riva Mafia family as well as the CEO of Europe's top medical company. It was funny, however; when he learned that the Riva was an independent branch of the Spiaggia...which was run by the Inazuma family. He was hesitant about going to see them. They'd known him as a bright, happy little boy when he was a child. Now he was almost a teenager who had been through more than they could fathom. Sheeka finally chose to go to Japan at the age of fifteen to see the people his mother had once thought of as a second family. Three years after Alessandro Riva had picked him up. He was still the distrusting, cynical child he had become, but the three years he'd spend under the care of the Riva family had changed him. He'd stopped blaming himself for his mother's death. He'd stopped believing that he had deserved everything that had happened to him. His dying will was stronger now than it had ever been.
Member Information
Alias: Risa
Other Character(s):
Soon to be two others currently unmade.
Varia's Sky Guardian and Captain - Arashi Arca
Vongola's Rain Guardian - Ryuunosuke Yamamoto.
Faceclaim:
07 GHOST, Teito Klein; Sheeka Rivamade by heroin of GS/TH/ADOXGRAPHY
