Sheeka Riva - Conviction

■ Height:5'1 3/4.(He's very particular about the 3/4.

■ Weight: 109 lbs.

■ Eye-Color: Green

■ Hair-Color: Sheeka's hair is a mess of soft dark brown locks.

Being that Sheeka is the heir to a large company, he tends to dress professionally when he's out. He does know that his appearance reflects that of his father's. He'll be seen wearing a pair of comfortable black pants and a comfortable button up shirt. When not out in public, he does like lounging in sweatpants and a simple t-shirt. While he's working on a job, such as a hit or something similar, he wears inconspicuous dark clothing.

• Stuffed animals and other similarly "cute" things - such as other short people. Short = cute in his book.
• Manga/Anime - he's a certified otaku.
• Knives. He collects them and is well-versed in their uses. In both throwing them, and melee combat.
• Guns, while not as obsessive over firearms as he is knives or as competent with them, he is still a decent enough marksmen.
• Sewing

• Stupidity
• Enclosed spaces. He's prone to bouts of claustrophobia.
• Excessively tall people who make fun about his height.
• His stepmother and his father
• School

• Habitual night-owl - he was usually active at night during his time on the streets and maintains that stance.
• Pick pocketing and general theft. Sheeka has little morals when it comes to theft and despite the fact he does have plenty of money, he does have his moments of kleptomania.
• Knife Sharpening

• His biological family. He's absolutely terrified of them and ever having to see them or return to them.
• Losing people he cares about. He's often prone to blaming himself if something bad were to happen to those he cares for.
• Being alone. Having spent so much time on his own or without anybody to care about him and having that now...he doesn't want to lose that and be left alone again.

• Resourceful
• Charming
• Stubborn
• Cynical
• Intelligent

• Distrusting
• Introverted
• Vindictive
• Reckless
• Deceptive

Being that he managed to survive the rough streets of Italy as well as years of child abuse and neglect, a level of resourcefulness is a given. He's able to adapt to situations on the fly and is highly capable because of this. Sheeka has a certain charm about him and people tend to underestimate because they are more apt to believe he is a cute, innocent child incapable of hurting a fly. That's a lie. He's able to use this cute, innocent charm he has in whatever way suits the situation. The name of Conviction etched into his skin reveals a stubborn nature to him, of course, this can be a double-edged blade. Sheeka is often so stubborn that it goes over his common sense for some things; however, it is a good thing in the sense that his beliefs don't often waver because of his adamantly he believes. Granted, if those beliefs are wrong...it is rather difficult for him to waver in that sense, but common sense is a life rule to live by. His days on the streets makes him highly cynical and he doesn't often trust at first glance because of it. His natural pessimism also applies to people, always thinking the worst of them until they prove it otherwise. His instincts when it comes to people has saved his life more than once. Sheeka's intelligence lies more-so to street smarts and practical smarts more than actual book-smarts. He sailed through class lazily without really trying, but it was always clear that he was always a bright boy. Being one of the Riva heirs, he has to be...those finances don't do themselves.

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. 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. Sheeka's vindictive nature, as well as a somewhat warped form of thinking as well as an innocent look make him a deadly creature. He will get back at anyone who has wronged those he cares for, especially his Sacrifice.

■ Father: Faust Rithan(Biological)
Alessandro Riva(Adoptive)

■ Mother: Varina Rovati(Biological)
Malvolia Rithan(Step)
Celino Arcoh(adoptive...mother?)

■ Siblings:
Lanza Riva(Adoptive Sister)
Probably a half-sibling.

■ Other:

Sheeka was born to Varina Rovati and Faust Rithan - out of wedlock. Faust pressured the mother of his son into marrying him due to the fact that he was catholic and refused to have a 'bastard son.' Their marriage was to be a short and slightly tumultuous one. 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.

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. 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 tormenting her stepson in any manner she could. Malvolia reveled in the mental and physical torment she put her stepson though, often being worse than his own father during that time. His father allowed it.

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. 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 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. 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 many things on the streets that helped him survive then, and even now. Learned how to survive, how to fight for his life.

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 and sometimes even the red-head would follow him.

Several days of this occurred until Sheeka finally got the courage to approach the blonde. Instead of running away from him when the offer of being taken in was given, he hesitantly took the blond's hand. 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. He had a family who cared for him more than his own had. It wasn't long after being taken in that he found out they were mafia - but for some reason, it didn't bother him. Somewhere around this time, the fact that he had a True Name came up and he was enrolled in Septimal Moon after catching up, and surpassing, his age group. He's recently graduated from Septimal Moon and has been with his Sacrifice for a few years now - and they've been dating.

• Sheeka specializes in knife combat and knows how to use the knives within his collection as well as throw them with accuracy. He is also well-versed in the usage of handguns and rifles.
• Sheeka's mother was apparently a gymnast, so Sheeka inherited some form of flexibility from her. He knows a style of gymnastics called parkour and since his mother was a specialized ribbon-dancer as well as various other forms, he remembers a few things he was taught or saw his mother do.
• Sheeka's small size seems to be the result of a mix of being a premature baby, as well as neglect during important years of growth. While he doesn't like the fact that he is small, this is a boon to his dexterity-based fighting style as well as sometimes being mistaken for a child - which is both good and bad....at least he'll age well.

■ Your name: Risa

■ Time Zone: Eastern

■ Other characters:Sheeka Riva
Arashi Arca
Hiroshi Tsukasa
Sakurai Yamura
Alessandro Riva
Kazuki Arai
Ryuunosuke Shirai
Mizuki Shirai