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PLAYER
NAME: Juli
PERSONAL LJ:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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EMAIL/MESSENGER(S): email- convictedly@hotmail.com/aim- lonely miracles
CHARACTER
NAME: Sydney Bristow
FANDOM: Alias
TIMELINE PERIOD:
BACKGROUND:
Sydney Bristow was born to be a spy.
Her father, Jack Bristow had been one of the CIA officers working on an operation called Project Christmas. The objective was to spot traits in children that would reveal them to be good spies. These children would be found through standardized testing, trained from a very young age to become sleeper agents for the United States. After the training, their memories would be reset until the children grew up and were approached by a CIA member to be recruited. Sydney had been one of these children.
Her mother, Irina Devereko, was a former KGB or Russian intelligence spy. Her mission was to marry a CIA agent and gain his trust, allowing her to uncover inside information about Project Christmas and other operations. Irina and Jack's marriage was a sham, a lie fabricated on her part but not on his.
Sydney grew up believing that her mother had died in a car accident. Her father and her had a strained relationship, rarely speaking to each other. She believed that her father worked at a company importing airplane parts. There is not much known about her childhood beyond this.
At nineteen years old, while she was a freshman in college, an agent approached her and told her that he was with the US government and wanted to recruit her. They never told her anything beyond that she 'fit a profile'. After some deliberation, Sydney agreed, and thus began her career working for the organization she thought was a covert branch of the CIA; SD-6.
To her friends, she was a banker working at a company called Credit Dauphine. But that was simply a cover company, to hide what was really happening inside. For about a year or so she did nothing but paperwork, but finally when she was deemed 'ready for the transition' (which also included hours of psych tests), she was given eight months of training and sent into the field on reconnaissance missions at first, but then later advancing quickly within the ranks.
And it was no surprise; Sydney is a highly accomplished spy. She specializes in a style of fighting known as Krav Maga, which emphasizes neutralizing the threat as quickly as possible, with as little damage done as possible. The student is to assume that they will be given no mercy by their opponents and therefore use anything they have near them to stop the threat.
Although she looks slim, she is actually quite strong which is displayed in many episodes, notably one where she fights off two guards while wearing a straightjacket, and then escapes from said jacket. Other than that, Sydney speaks nearly twenty four languages fluently, including Russian, Japanese, and French. She also works well under pressure, having stated this herself while defusing several bombs. She is intelligent, extremely so and is good at thinking on her feet and improvising, which has gotten her out of many a dire situation.
With all of this, Sydney quickly became one of SD-6's most valuable agents. Everything seemed to be going fine- she truly believed that she was serving her country, her fiance Danny Hecht had just proposed. And then she told Danny the truth about her being a spy; she couldn't stand lying to the one person with whom she was going to spend her life with.
SD-6 found out and had him killed.
Sydney found him in the bathtub with his throat slit. Crying, emotionally distraught and extremely angry with Sloane, Sydney refused to come back to SD-6. Until one night they decided to have her killed as well. She was rescued only by her father, who then informed her that she was not working for the CIA at all.
SD-6 was not a covert branch of the CIA; it was a branch of the Alliance of Twelve, a known organized crime group trading intelligence and weapons to countries; including terrorist groups. They were the real threat to the United States, and Sydney had been working all along for the people she thought she was trying to defeat.
Faced with a decision and her burning sense of hatred for SD-6, Sydney goes to the one organization that could help her take them down; the real CIA. She becomes a double agent for them, and each of her SD-6 missions came with a countermission from the CIA, given to her by her handler, Michael Vaughn. She and Vaughn have a strong relationship, and Sydney often refers to him as being 'the only one she can trust'. She often meets in secret with him to tell him her problems, something she could not do with anybody else.
Sydney discovers that her mother had not died in the car crash as she had thought, and that she had been a traitor, a KGB officer that asassinated CIA operatives. It was quite a blow to Sydney, which increased the tension between the two once they meet face to face. The two meet briefly in Taipei, where Irina shoots her in the shoulder but she was eventually able to escape. Weeks later Irina then turns herself into the CIA and offers to help them to atone for what she had done. At first Sydney was wary of her, but soon learned to trust her, perhaps unconditionally. Despite Jack's best attempts, she forms a bond with her mother, and her father warns her that it will only result in being betrayed.
Midway through season two, SD-6 and the Alliance met its downfall, but Arvin Sloane escaped and is now working secretly with a man by the name of Julian Sark.
With SD-6 gone, Sydney wants to leave the CIA and the intelligence scene entirely, but knows she can't because Sloane is still out there. She and Vaughn begin a romantic relationship, now that they can be seen in public together. Earlier, both of them had expressed interest in dating, but being seen together would have put Sydney's identity as a double agent at risk.
While on a CIA mission, Sydney is struck on the head and passes out, only to wake up on a boat.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON:
The rules of Krav Maga were quite simple.
Neutralize the threat in as little time as possible. Don't get hurt. Use everything around you. Assume you will be given no mercy. Sydney had taken those words to heart. Hers pounded hard in her chest as she ran, tucking the disc full of sensitive intel inside her pocket. This would help them take down some of the major crime lords, make a dent in the trade of illegal weapons.
There was a shout and then the clang of bullets flying over her head, ricocheting off the metal scaffolding above her. She ducked, kept her head low, but knew she couldn't keep running until the extraction point. The mission had been a long one, and she was tired. There was no way. So Sydney turned, shot her opponents, who happened to be three men on the bulkier side.
Then she leaped. Up the scaffolding, panting with the effort of holding on. But she didn't have to worry about that for very long. She dropped- right on top of one of the soldiers, feel landing on his shoulders and then promptly flipping him over. Fast, flexible, fearless. her old trainer's words echoed in her mind. Right hook, one that missed, and then she ducked before he could kick her head.
One she slammed head-first into the wall, another she hit hard in the stomach, knocking them both cold. To some it may have seemed surprising- but Sydney rarely killed when she could. Because just like her, these men were following orders. Tranquilizers were also easier to shoot than real bullets, more concentration deriving from less guilt. Sydney panted hard, hands on her knees. She let her guard down for just a second, feeling the familiar cold metal from the barrel of a gun pressed to the side of her head.
"Who the hell are you?"
She froze, eyes wide, her ears roaring. But Sydney barely had a second to react when the blunt handle of the gun was slammed into her head. She dropped like a stone.
Sydney groaned from the pain in her head as she awoke, eyes fluttering open. The memories of last night were hazy but were there, and she had expected to wake up tied to a chair, for an 'interrogation' session. And even before her eyes had opened she was already going over escape plans, how long she could last under torture, all of that. Except she wasn't tied down, she wasn't inside a cage. No, she was on a boat- headed towards a tropical island.
What kind of interrogation session was this?
Unless...
Gasping, her eyes were wide with fear for a moment before she compartmentalized as usual and shoved it back. This was- they had obviously kidnapped her. Which meant that they either had found out who she was and who she worked for (how? truth serum? probing her mind while she was asleep? hypotism?), or they were trying to hold her for ransom, or they were taking her and all these people around her for experimentation. She really, really hoped it wasn't the latter.
Looking around her she realized then that all of these people must be agents. Perhaps not for the CIA, but K Directorate, The Covenant, and other intelligence agencies. Except that a lot of these people looked careworn, and so frightened. If it was an act it was a good one.
And now there was a...goddamn journal beside her. Just what were they planning?
FIRST PERSON:
NOTES:
NAME: Juli
PERSONAL LJ:
reliantlyEMAIL/MESSENGER(S): email- convictedly@hotmail.com/aim- lonely miracles
CHARACTER
NAME: Sydney Bristow
FANDOM: Alias
TIMELINE PERIOD:
BACKGROUND:
Sydney Bristow was born to be a spy.
Her father, Jack Bristow had been one of the CIA officers working on an operation called Project Christmas. The objective was to spot traits in children that would reveal them to be good spies. These children would be found through standardized testing, trained from a very young age to become sleeper agents for the United States. After the training, their memories would be reset until the children grew up and were approached by a CIA member to be recruited. Sydney had been one of these children.
Her mother, Irina Devereko, was a former KGB or Russian intelligence spy. Her mission was to marry a CIA agent and gain his trust, allowing her to uncover inside information about Project Christmas and other operations. Irina and Jack's marriage was a sham, a lie fabricated on her part but not on his.
Sydney grew up believing that her mother had died in a car accident. Her father and her had a strained relationship, rarely speaking to each other. She believed that her father worked at a company importing airplane parts. There is not much known about her childhood beyond this.
At nineteen years old, while she was a freshman in college, an agent approached her and told her that he was with the US government and wanted to recruit her. They never told her anything beyond that she 'fit a profile'. After some deliberation, Sydney agreed, and thus began her career working for the organization she thought was a covert branch of the CIA; SD-6.
To her friends, she was a banker working at a company called Credit Dauphine. But that was simply a cover company, to hide what was really happening inside. For about a year or so she did nothing but paperwork, but finally when she was deemed 'ready for the transition' (which also included hours of psych tests), she was given eight months of training and sent into the field on reconnaissance missions at first, but then later advancing quickly within the ranks.
And it was no surprise; Sydney is a highly accomplished spy. She specializes in a style of fighting known as Krav Maga, which emphasizes neutralizing the threat as quickly as possible, with as little damage done as possible. The student is to assume that they will be given no mercy by their opponents and therefore use anything they have near them to stop the threat.
Although she looks slim, she is actually quite strong which is displayed in many episodes, notably one where she fights off two guards while wearing a straightjacket, and then escapes from said jacket. Other than that, Sydney speaks nearly twenty four languages fluently, including Russian, Japanese, and French. She also works well under pressure, having stated this herself while defusing several bombs. She is intelligent, extremely so and is good at thinking on her feet and improvising, which has gotten her out of many a dire situation.
With all of this, Sydney quickly became one of SD-6's most valuable agents. Everything seemed to be going fine- she truly believed that she was serving her country, her fiance Danny Hecht had just proposed. And then she told Danny the truth about her being a spy; she couldn't stand lying to the one person with whom she was going to spend her life with.
SD-6 found out and had him killed.
Sydney found him in the bathtub with his throat slit. Crying, emotionally distraught and extremely angry with Sloane, Sydney refused to come back to SD-6. Until one night they decided to have her killed as well. She was rescued only by her father, who then informed her that she was not working for the CIA at all.
SD-6 was not a covert branch of the CIA; it was a branch of the Alliance of Twelve, a known organized crime group trading intelligence and weapons to countries; including terrorist groups. They were the real threat to the United States, and Sydney had been working all along for the people she thought she was trying to defeat.
Faced with a decision and her burning sense of hatred for SD-6, Sydney goes to the one organization that could help her take them down; the real CIA. She becomes a double agent for them, and each of her SD-6 missions came with a countermission from the CIA, given to her by her handler, Michael Vaughn. She and Vaughn have a strong relationship, and Sydney often refers to him as being 'the only one she can trust'. She often meets in secret with him to tell him her problems, something she could not do with anybody else.
Sydney discovers that her mother had not died in the car crash as she had thought, and that she had been a traitor, a KGB officer that asassinated CIA operatives. It was quite a blow to Sydney, which increased the tension between the two once they meet face to face. The two meet briefly in Taipei, where Irina shoots her in the shoulder but she was eventually able to escape. Weeks later Irina then turns herself into the CIA and offers to help them to atone for what she had done. At first Sydney was wary of her, but soon learned to trust her, perhaps unconditionally. Despite Jack's best attempts, she forms a bond with her mother, and her father warns her that it will only result in being betrayed.
Midway through season two, SD-6 and the Alliance met its downfall, but Arvin Sloane escaped and is now working secretly with a man by the name of Julian Sark.
With SD-6 gone, Sydney wants to leave the CIA and the intelligence scene entirely, but knows she can't because Sloane is still out there. She and Vaughn begin a romantic relationship, now that they can be seen in public together. Earlier, both of them had expressed interest in dating, but being seen together would have put Sydney's identity as a double agent at risk.
While on a CIA mission, Sydney is struck on the head and passes out, only to wake up on a boat.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON:
The rules of Krav Maga were quite simple.
Neutralize the threat in as little time as possible. Don't get hurt. Use everything around you. Assume you will be given no mercy. Sydney had taken those words to heart. Hers pounded hard in her chest as she ran, tucking the disc full of sensitive intel inside her pocket. This would help them take down some of the major crime lords, make a dent in the trade of illegal weapons.
There was a shout and then the clang of bullets flying over her head, ricocheting off the metal scaffolding above her. She ducked, kept her head low, but knew she couldn't keep running until the extraction point. The mission had been a long one, and she was tired. There was no way. So Sydney turned, shot her opponents, who happened to be three men on the bulkier side.
Then she leaped. Up the scaffolding, panting with the effort of holding on. But she didn't have to worry about that for very long. She dropped- right on top of one of the soldiers, feel landing on his shoulders and then promptly flipping him over. Fast, flexible, fearless. her old trainer's words echoed in her mind. Right hook, one that missed, and then she ducked before he could kick her head.
One she slammed head-first into the wall, another she hit hard in the stomach, knocking them both cold. To some it may have seemed surprising- but Sydney rarely killed when she could. Because just like her, these men were following orders. Tranquilizers were also easier to shoot than real bullets, more concentration deriving from less guilt. Sydney panted hard, hands on her knees. She let her guard down for just a second, feeling the familiar cold metal from the barrel of a gun pressed to the side of her head.
"Who the hell are you?"
She froze, eyes wide, her ears roaring. But Sydney barely had a second to react when the blunt handle of the gun was slammed into her head. She dropped like a stone.
Sydney groaned from the pain in her head as she awoke, eyes fluttering open. The memories of last night were hazy but were there, and she had expected to wake up tied to a chair, for an 'interrogation' session. And even before her eyes had opened she was already going over escape plans, how long she could last under torture, all of that. Except she wasn't tied down, she wasn't inside a cage. No, she was on a boat- headed towards a tropical island.
What kind of interrogation session was this?
Unless...
Gasping, her eyes were wide with fear for a moment before she compartmentalized as usual and shoved it back. This was- they had obviously kidnapped her. Which meant that they either had found out who she was and who she worked for (how? truth serum? probing her mind while she was asleep? hypotism?), or they were trying to hold her for ransom, or they were taking her and all these people around her for experimentation. She really, really hoped it wasn't the latter.
Looking around her she realized then that all of these people must be agents. Perhaps not for the CIA, but K Directorate, The Covenant, and other intelligence agencies. Except that a lot of these people looked careworn, and so frightened. If it was an act it was a good one.
And now there was a...goddamn journal beside her. Just what were they planning?
NOTES: