Post by sienna on Feb 16, 2010 18:38:18 GMT -5
S I E N N A - V I C T O R I A - H E R N Á N D E Z ,
nicknames ,
- - - sisi, alesandra (only referred to as alesandra by her family)
age ,
- - - twenty one
occupation ,
- - - teacher – english language
member group ,
- - - citizen
personality ,
- - - choosy, sophisticated, sensuous, intelligent, emotionally closed, coy, elegant, charismatic, ambitious, protective, witty, underhand.
family ,
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ana hernández – mother – forty five
alejandro hernández – father – fifty seven
eduardo hernández – brother – twenty five
history ,
- - - Sienna wasn’t born as Sienna. She started life as Alesandra Beatriz Hernández, she second child and only daughter of a powerful, and fairly underhand family in Costa Rica. Alejandro Hernández was a wealthy man, one half of the infamous Hernández & Rica Co., a law firm started with his friend and business partner Esteban Rica. Alejandro was frighteningly intelligent, with one of the keenest noses for business around. Esteban was, on paper, just as intelligent as Alejandro, but he lacked his sharp eye and impulsive nature, but with the guidance of his friend, their small law firm grew into a legal giant, with franchises stretching all over Costa Rica and even into neighbouring Panama. Clearly the driving force of the company, Alejandro made most of the business decisions, whilst Esteban concentrated mostly on personnel and finance. They made a formidable team, though not an entirely trustworthy one. Alejandro was a glutton, a man devoid of morals with too much money to spend. Alejandro feigned that a new law insisted their company provide a better medical plan for its employees. Being such a huge company, that meant billions of dollars. Esteban was trusting, and didn’t question the new expense. Their company could handle it and he was always one to keep within the legal guidelines. Unbeknownst to him, Alejandro was pouring the money straight into narcotics, becoming as big in the drug world as he was in the legal one. Soon enough, Alejandro was a certified drug lord. Of course, he didn’t need the money, his company with Esteban paid for a luxury life style, enough even that he could have funded his drug work from his own pocket, but that was money he didn’t want to spend.
He was unstoppable, he would spend his night with prostitutes or in the finest of gentleman’s clubs, expanding both of his empires by day. When he was twenty nine, he married a call girl named Ana. She was seventeen, still a child almost, but she was young and pretty and did as she was told. It was as if Alejandro ruled her. Two years later, they had their first child, Eduardo, a boy. He was a handsome child, both of his parents had good genes, and he had obviously inherited them. Alejandro never hid his shady work from the boy, he wanted him to know, wanted him to watch and learn so that he was able to join his father in the dark dealing when he was old enough. Eduardo learned from his father figure, invariably taking the same shape as he did. Two years later, their second child was born, Alesandra. She was beautiful, just as her family were. She embodied Hispanic beauty, something for her father to be proud of – and exploit. As Eduardo grew, he acted as his father wanted him to. He was charismatic, intelligent, and able to talk his way out of any situation. Girls were besotted with him, but he never held down a relationship, only using them for a night. He had his father’s eye for business and opportunity, he was ruthless. Unlike her brother, Alesandra wasn’t exposed to her father’s dealings. As far as she knew, her daddy owned a law firm and bought her nice things with the money he made. He was a kind man, handsome with crinkly eyes that would bounce her on his knee in the evening and read to her. Not some callous drug lord who had married a prostitute and was forcing a life of crime upon his son.
Alesandra was strong as she grew, not a damsel in distress by any stretch of the imagination, but she was kind and passionate. She was a good person, not perfect, but charismatic and well liked for her content, though her looks couldn’t have hurt. Alejandro watched his daughter, he knew her character. She hadn’t expressed any serious interest in a boy, but he feared that was because she had yet to meet one she liked well enough, not because she was a cold-hearted man eater. And that was what he wanted her to be. His daughter had a fine spirit, the kind of girl any father would be proud of, but Alejandro was about to crush it, twist it so badly that she would never be the same again. She wanted to be a teacher for crying out loud. Eduardo in tow, he set out to find her a suitable husband. Alesandra was only seventeen, but as soon as she was eighteen, she would be married off to the young man Alejandro and Eduardo had chosen for her. Angelo was the son of one of Alejandro’s associates, the same age as Alesandra, and devastatingly handsome. Like Eduardo, Angelo’s father Sergio was moulding him, forcing him to become what his father was. Unlike Eduardo, Angelo was reluctant. He was a quiet young man, kind, introverted with a tendency to day dream. Sergio had painted him as a ruthless young entrepreneur, of course. A marriage between his family and Alejandro’s was just what he needed to move up in the world.
Alesandra’s mother was a silent witness, a bystander in all of the goings on, usually silent, obedient. Eduardo was his father’s son, like him in every way, but she saw Alesandra as she was, free spirited, kind, strong. She couldn’t bear for her daughter to have to live the life she did, and so she planned to tell her. It was around this time that Esteban Rica was looking over the company finances. Something strange caught his eye, the money for the employee medical care was split, one going into the appropriate account, the other somewhere different. He did some research. He poured over papers, over documents and log books, his car remained parked as he stayed at work. In the early hours of the morning, he was sure of his conclusion – Alejandro was using their company to fund a life of crime. He drove to his house. In the middle of the night, he woke his partner. He knew about everything and he was going to the police. Alejandro tried to bribe him, offered to get him in on it, but Esteban was a good man, he refused, so Alejandro shot him twice in the chest. Alesandra had been sitting on the stairs, peeking through the banister, watching her father kill an innocent man. She went back to bed, unable to cry, unable to sleep, unable to do anything but stare at the wall until the sun broke though the curtains, telling her that she was now eighteen years old.
It was a Saturday, a glorious day in early June. When Alejandro and Ana opened her bedroom door, she pretended she had been awake for hours, unable to sleep from excitement. She was showered with gifts and well wishings, and then told to go upstairs. There was an outfit hanging on her screen, stunning but demure and cut to perfection. She tidied herself, brushing her hair. She dressed slowly, anything to not have to look into those eyes, the eyes of a killer. When she emerged, her father announced that he had a special present for her. Ushered into the front room, the one used for company, she was met by two men and a woman. One she knew to be Sergio Lopez, a friend of her fathers who managed several of the branches of Alejandro’s law firm. The woman, she assumed was his wife, and the young man, his son. ”Alesandra” she father said, placing an arm affectionately around his daughter’s shoulders. ”This is Angelo – the man you’re going to marry.” He was tall, well built and dressed immaculately. He was devastatingly handsome, but Alesandra was blinded. Her father was forcing her into marriage, and at such a young age. She fainted, hitting her head on an antique wood coffee table on the way down, and woke up in hospital.
It was late when she woke, the ward was dark except for the emergency lights, and her mother’s kind face stared down at her. There was a large bag on the floor, as well as a smaller one on the end of the bed. Her mother was setting her free. The bag held some of Alesandra’s belongings, the smaller one, filled with money and a plane ticket to America. She gave her daughter strict instructions to leave, to change her name as soon as she was able and not to contact her family. The moment was surreal but she understood, her mother was the only one who truly cared for her, and she was risking her life to give her daughter the existence she knew she deserved. Ana discharged her child, driving her to the airport and clinging to her until the final call was made for Alesandra’s flight. Whilst Alesandra was in the air, Alejandro found realised what his wife had done, and killed her.
Eduardo was sent to find Alesandra, and of course, he obliged. Angelo was sick, in a state of depression that he did a terrible job of hiding from his father. He was so monumentally different, he had heard that Alesandra had vanished, that her mother was dead as a consequence, and he had to find her, he felt compelled. He knew, too, that Eduardo had already set off to source his sister, and in the dead of night, a few days later, he did too. By now, Alesandra had landed in California. Following her mother’s wishes, she changed her name. Sienna Hernández was an American citizen now, with the papers to prove it. Her mother had seen that she had enough money until she could pay for herself, Sienna did the only thing she could think of, enrolled on a university course at UCA. She was able to get onto a programme that was offering combined English and teaching degree. Apparently there was a dire shortage of subject teachers in California, and the scheme was an incentive to gain new ones. She graduated with honours and found a job working at a school in Santa Ria. Now paying for herself, she settled into a small, cosy apartment near the campus and began at the new school. Unbeknownst to her, Eduardo had nearly pin-pointed her, Angelo slightly ahead of him. But Sienna wasn’t the same person, her trust in men was shot and she became the sort of person her father had wanted her to be in the first place. Clever, cunning, with no intention of trusting anyone. Sienna Hernández was a different person, now fully equipped to deal with whatever her father could conjure, if he could managed, or willing to die trying.
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