Post by Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski on Aug 17, 2009 12:22:27 GMT -5
"You know there’s got to be a faster way to do this. How about we just change the first question to ‘have you recently dated a homicidal pyromaniac?’"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"
Your Name: Morgan
How many years roleplaying?: 4? 5?
French poet Jacques Rigaut said, "Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror."
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Character Name: Hayley Chezaneski
Age: 25
Date of Birth: July 31
Residence: New York City
Profession: media liaison for CT team
Appearance: Hayley's mother was Russian and her father was Italian, so she's got an assortment of features from what seems like ten different places. She got her father's dark hair, which usually hangs straight but goes curly when wet. Her mother's green eyes somehow found their way into her genetics. She's slim, and always has been. Her growth spurt was late; she now stands around 5'5''.
Hayley doesn't wear outrageous clothes - comfortable jeans, sweats, and t-shirts do it for her when she's at home or out on the town. However, she does clean up nice. When she's on the job, she dresses in a professional manner, but nothing that brings people's attention to her.
Personality: Due to her traumatic childhood, Hayley never let go of the guarded part of her that doesn't let anyone past. She shows to others what she wants to, which is a carefully constructed version of herself. her outside attitude is quick witted and sarcastic, but she's goot at talking things out of others.
She's more guarded towards men, naturally. While it takes longer for her to form friendships and bonds with others, she's a loyal friend who can be trusted with nearly anything you can throw at her. Hayley hasn't told anyone on the team of her past or of her fears, she rarely tells anyone.
History: Nobody wants Hayley's childhood. Her father William was a borderline schozofrenic, gone undiagnosed. When she was nine, her parents got a divorce, leaving her mother Emma with full custody of Hayley and her twin brother Ryan. Living in new York City, the twins frequently went around on their own. They were headed to their favorite park a few months after the divorce when they saw him - Daddy.
It was a natural response, really. They hadn't seen him in months, and they missed him. So when he told them he was giong to take them on summer vacation for a few weeeks, and that Mommy was okay with it, they went with him.
It didn't take long for them to realize something was very, very wrong. For one, he wouldn't tell them where they were going. And something was wrong with his manners, something was wrong in his eyes.
William Boticelli took them to a hotel where he'd been working as a desk clerk. It laid in the outskirts of Baltimore. It was a late night when he snuck them in the back and into the basement of the hotel, which had been in the process of reconstruction when the project had been postponed due to financial problems. William had finally snapped - he wasn't going to let anybody take his children away from him again.
It was there that they stayed, locked away, until they were eleven. Construction of the basement never restarted. William lived in one of the hotel rooms - a small, nearly invisible man. When the twins were nearly eleven, Ryan contracted the flu. William, unwilling to bring him into a hospital and risk being apprehended, let his son die in the basement of that hotel. it wasn't long before he began to hear his son's voice in his head, and on the one year anniversary of his sons death, he began to kill woman who looked like Emma. He was convinved that they were Emma, and would try to take Hayley away from him.
After six murders, it ended with the kidnapping of one of the federal agents assigned to the case. William was delusional, and saw the agent as an older version of Ryan. Hayley and the agent eventually escaped together, and in a shootout in the lobby, Hayley shot and killed her father- but not before her father shot the agent. The agent who saved her life was shot and died on the scene.
Hayley moved back in with the mother that she felt she barely knew, feeling like half of her was missing. She'd missed three weeks of school, and threw herself into her studies. She was reclsusive, fearful of the boys at school - she'd never bothered going to counseling, which was a mistake. Her attitude was toughened, an iron curtain was thrown up even further when her mother remarried.
It was only in college that Hayley began to come into herself somewhat. Away from her past, she fored herself to take courses in things that she wouldn't normally try- like oral communications, and she found a new strength in herself in that. While still untrusting of men, the outright fear was pushed deep inside her. She took a job with counter terroism in the FBI, working as their media liaison, though she works the field as well.
Likes: - ice cream- she's got a sweet tooth
-oral communications
-helping others, especially children.
-talking to crowds- feels like she's making a difference
Dislikes: -losing a victim
-her fear of men
-enclosed spaces
-her father
-schizofrenia is hereditary
Strengths: -toughened attitude- alot of the cases that they work won't get inside her brain
-speaking to others
-independent
-iron will
Weaknesses: -fear of men
-independence - sometimes you need to lean on others
-claustrophobic
-toughened attitude can sometimes put her at a disadvantage
Parents: William Botticelli- deceased
Emma Chezaneski - 54
Siblings: Ryan - 11- deceased - twin
Spouse: none
Children: none
Anything Else?
- She visits her brothers grave in Baltimore every year, along with the graves of the woman her father killed - and the agent.
- The agent who saved her is the one who gave her the nickname Chez. When she found out that the FBI agents called each others by their last names, she wanted to be called that too. He shortened her lst name and called her Chez, and she's kept it ever since. (She took her mother's last name while in captivity, not wanting to be connected to her father.)
-That agent is the only man she's not been afraid of, because she saw him as her brother .
Roleplay Sample: It had been a normal day - a normal day as any for Charlie Rose Bryan would ever be. She'd checked her blood sugar, eaten breakfast, and headed off to school. The current foster home she was in was a walker family, and the parents - negligant, but not by their own fault, they were hard workers with three foster kids - were unable to walk the kids to school, and nine year old Charlie Rose, along with her thirteen year old foster brother Greg Richard, were walking to school together that morning. The baby, Nina, was left with the sitter.
She pulled up her backpack onto her shoulder as it slipped further down. Greg hadn't stuck around - he'd been rude to her, called her clothes ratty, even though he wore the same exact kind. She was used to it by now - ten foster homes, on her eleventh at the moment, she'd gotten worse from some of the other kids. Greg needed dominance and control over someone. She was that someone. It wasn't anything that had happened before.
She'd kindly, and with a smile, told him to eat dirt. And he'd raced ahead to school, leaving her chugging along by herself.
It was going to be a bad day.
One, there was the fact that she was walking by herself, and Greg was rude, and her backpack might have weighed more than she did.
Two, she'd just realized she'd forgotten her math homework at home, and stopped on the side of Elmery Street to check.
Three, bad things come in threes, and the third number of her bad day was hurtling down the road with a broken brake.
--
It was unfair.
In all of the TV shows that she'd watched, the hit by car patient passed out in the ambulance. She hadn't had the liberty, and was stilll quite conscious upon arriving at the ER. Her silver medic bracelet caught the light, and she knew why she always had to wear it - for situations like this.
The stretcher was wheeled in, her on it, and she wished she could crawl into a hole. Her foster parents werent even aware of her at the moment, and she doubted they'd care. They had more important things to do.
"How are you doing, sweet pea?" One of the medics asked as doctors started to rush around her.
"Fine. Dandy. Let's play golf." She coughed, and her ribs hurt. She knew that without a doubt she had a broken leg, a broken arm, and probably something else she didn't want to know about.
She just wanted to get out of here.
