Sylvia Rattana is a character played by TheGoldenDunsparce.
Backstory[]
Sylvia Rattana was the leader of a notorious MC in Bangkok, Thailand called "Pla Kat MC" (Siamese Fighting Fish) or "P.K." for short. She earned the nickname "The Silver Bullet" by taking down the leader of The Wolves MC after months of turf wars between the motorcycle clubs. She and her boyfriend ruled the streets after that. His name was Chaiya, "Victory", and anywhere you saw Sylvia, you saw Chaiya right there by her side. They'd spend all day riding together, with Sylvia on the back of the bike smashing mailboxes and kicking fancy cars as they rode by. They'd end every night overlooking the city from their favorite hilltop. They ruled, man. Silver and Victory forever!
Things could have been great with The Wolves finally disbanded, but unfortunately, P.K. didn't have much time to celebrate the win and enjoy the expanded territory. Of course, the law had to get involved. Day after day, night after night, shootouts broke out and P.K. bikers were arrested. The cops would interrogate them, trying to find out what happened to The Wolves MC's leader and who did it. Sylvia's crew was shrinking and the members of P.K. started to get scared. But Sylvia wasn't afraid. She had Chaiya by her side. They stayed strong. They'd face against the cops. FIGHT THE POWER!! Wait - Speaking of which, one would expect Sylvia to take down the captain of the police force like she did her rival MC, right? Well, it wasn't that simple:
The captain of the Bangkok Police Force... was her father.
The only time corruption and favoritism benefited a rotten egg like Sylvia was when the one controlling the man was the also the man of the house. Not only that, but her father was a family man first, and the captain of the police force second. He covered up intel and scrapped reports revealing who the murderer of The Wolves leader was. The force knew it had to do with her MC, but they didn't know who did it. As long as they didn't know who it was, Sylvia was safe. He begged his daughter to leave the country; to leave everything behind and start all over on the right path: to be better. Sylvia refused. She had responsibilities; she had her MC to take care of. She wasn't going to leave that behind.
Eventually, it all reached a boiling point. One night, the cops were especially aggressive. They rushed the P.K. territory, focusing on their warehouses and hangouts. Gunshots echoed through the city. Their patience had run out, and P.K was being wiped out by the cops themselves. They found the special spot where Sylvia and Chaiya would end the day overlooking the city, and that's where they were found. Sylvia and Chaiya attempted to flee, zooming through the hills back into the city on their bike. No matter where they went, blaring sirens were in every direction. They couldn't escape. Police Cruisers threateningly nudged their bike as they zig-zagged through the streets. Sylvia was scared. She hugged Chaiya tight. And then it happened.
All she heard was a loud spark and zap, and the bike swerved and crumbled to the ground. Sylvia was flung off and tumbled upon the harsh pavement under her. She struggled to get up, but was swarmed by cops who kicked her back down. They pinned her down and cuffed her. She was too stunned to struggle. All she could do was stare at Chaiya, who was lying on the ground. He wasn't moving. No one was acknowledging him. Red and blue police lights lit up the area, and she could see blood smeared across the street. Everything was a blur until the cop sirens were accompanied with ambulance sirens, and despite the flooding of noise in the air, she heard a soft voice say, "The boy's dead, sir." Sylvia's eyes welled with tears, but she didn't cry. All she could do was laugh. Chaiya was gone.
She only stayed behind bars for a few hours. Everything was clouded and blurry. She stayed silent. She refused to answer any questions the officers asked her. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to go to sleep, she wanted wake up the next morning, she wanted to step outside, and she wanted to see Chaiya on his motorbike waiting for her.
"He's here to pick you up, Ms. Rattana. Follow me." Who? Chaiya?
She followed the officer infront of her. A car was there. It was her dad's car. Oh. Just dad.
But the look on his face was something Sylvia would never forget. It was also the look that made her finally agree to leave it all behind. Not like there was anything to leave - P.K. was dead, Chaiya was dead. All she had to do was go to Los Santos, stay with her grandma, and take advantage of the chance for a new beginning. To be better. To be a good daughter taking care of grandma in America; to make an honest living and work a job to be proud of; to make mama and papa proud for once! No more bad boys. No more motorcycles. Just simple and clean Sylvia Rattana. According to the records, she was simply a by-stander; she was only the girlfriend of Chaiya, who had killed the leader of The Wolves three weeks ago during a violent gang war. She would never hurt anyone. Yeah right, dad. Thanks though. Now Los Santos can experience the awakening of a new Pla Kat! Maybe.