Post by velvela on Jan 29, 2010 0:07:36 GMT -5
;;Sophia Cora Hunt;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/blockquote]
Kayla
::AGE:
19
::GENDER::
Girl
::RP EXPERIENCE::
A long time
::CONTACTING YOU::
PM or MSN
::ACTIVITY::
I’m on all the time, mountain time.
::THE PUPPETS::
My accounts are: Anastasia, Mara Nyx, Pandora C. Drear, and Nicola Farr
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
Velvela
::NAME::
Sophia Cora Hunt
::GENDER::
Female
::ORIENTATION::
Straight
::REAL AGE::
289
::PHYSICAL AGE::
25
::SPECIES::
Werewolf
::SIRE::
Otto Nimitz
::RELIGIOUS AFFLIATION::
None
::WEALTH::
Enough
:JOB::
Traveler. She does what she can. She’s stolen, killed, worked odd jobs, and bummed it.
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
1. Shifting
2. Control
3. Speed and Strength
4. Senses
::SUMMARY::
Sophia may not have been at this for as long as some people have, but she has very good control over herself and her shifts. She has practiced and practiced to the point where she can change her eye color, turn her hand into a claw, and grow out her teeth into sharp fangs without having to turn her entire body. When the full moon comes along, it’s power only holds sway long enough for her to shift into her wolf form for a few minutes, but eventually she can get control and change herself back. However, most of the time she doesn’t really want to change back into her wolf form unless she has something else that she needs to be doing and it doesn’t involve maiming or otherwise disfiguring people. Though, she doesn’t have any real job, so what really does she have to do but that?
Inside and outside of her form, Sophia is a very inhuman person. Her strength rivals that of the world’s strongest man and she would leave any track star far behind when she really works up her speed. She has been known to rip sealed doors off their hinges like someone on roid rage and the angrier you make her, the more easily she could rip you in half. She knows exactly what she is capable of, so if she wants to break your bones, Sophia will be able to use the exact amount of strength she needs to do so with little effort. She can pretend to be as weak and frail as a human, or she can be as strong as Mr. Universe. Whatever she needs, she can do it. This includes her senses. She’s incredibly good at pin-pointing sounds—she could hear a pin drop down the hall as if she was on the floor with it—and her sense of smell is impeccable. This helps her with tracking, as she can pick up any scent and then come back weeks later and still be able to pick it out and follow it.
::WEAKNESES::
1. Narcolepsy
2. Cataplexy
3. Night Terrors
4. Weapons
::SUMMARY::
Her traumatic childhood has had a huge impact on her life. Because of all the things her brother and his friends had done, she suffers from horrible night terrors. No, they are not the same thing as nightmares. Nightmares you can wake up from. Night terrors you do not wake up from until they’ve ended. They can last for minutes, or they can last for hours. Sometimes she’ll “wake up” screaming and thrashing around, and it is nigh impossible to wake her from it. This makes it harder for her to get some sleep because she hates going through him. She does not suffer from insomnia, but rather narcolepsy. It doesn’t matter what she could be doing or where she is, she can get tired at the most random times and fall asleep in the most ludicrous places. And when this happens in public, and she suffers from a night terror. . . Sophia has been known to shift during these times and she has killed people. Most of the time when she wakes up from these, she does not remember a whole lot. People often do not remember their night terrors, but Sophie has had her nightmares, and she does not like them.
As a complication of her narcolepsy, she suffers from cataplexy. Cataplexy is the sudden loss of muscle tone that is triggered by the experience of an intense emotion. This means that some emotions will actually cause her to grow weak. Most commonly it is when you get her to laugh, though this does not happen often. It can range from a barely perceptible slackening of the facial muscles to the dropping of the jaw or head, weakness at the knees, or a total collapse. Sometimes she may have trouble speaking and suffers from double vision, but her hearing will remain normal and she is still fully aware of everything that is going on around her, her muscles just don’t feel like working. These attacks are few and far in between as she doesn’t exactly feel good about anything—the most common triggers are positive emotions—that often. This makes things very hard on her if she has an attack during a fight, as she relies on her physical strength a lot, and not weapons. She has never bothered to learn anything other than how to stab someone with a knife. She thinks that’s all she really needs.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR::[/size]
Black. Seen blonde at times.
::EYES::
Dark brown
::HEIGHT::
Five foot nine
::WEIGHT::
One hundred twenty pounds.
:MARKS::
Her body is riddled with tattoos.
::SKIN TONE::
Pale to medium
::BODY TYPE::
Slim and muscular.
::CLOTHES::
Very biker-chick.
::SUMMARY::
She is a girl where at first glance, you know right away that you should not mess with her at all. Just the way she holds herself is enough for that—she walks and talks like she could murder you at the drop of a dime, which she can—and she dresses like she’s dangerous. Her black hair—though at times it can look dark brown and has some lighter streaks, and she has been known to be blonde—is usually kept down and is pretty wavy, and her dark brown eyes just add to the biker-chick, thug look she puts off. It’s all dark clothes for her, leather and vests and black. She is mostly seen in jeans and she likes to wear boots—heeled or otherwise. Sophia is pretty tall for a girl, and is a little more weighty, but most of it is muscle, as she isn’t fat. The collage of tattoos all over her body all just add up to one very loud message—Fuck off.
Battling Personal Demons
Werewolf Appearance
::PICTURE::[/size]
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::EYE COLOR::
Her eyes are a bright yellow color that takes up the whole of her eye, with just a little bit of white and black around it. The pupil is black, and can enlarge to seem to take up her whole eye.
::PELT::
It ranges from a brown-gray color—around her stomach and chest and the underside of her tail, as well as her neck and spots on her cheeks—to darker gray-reddish color and an even darker red-brown around her back and covering her front legs. She is a very multi-colored wolf.
::SIZE::
Six feet tall at the shoulder, her head and neck adding an extra two and a half feet to that. From nose to tail, she can reach up to twelve feet long and she weighs nearly 1000 pounds. Think Clydesdale, only she doesn’t weigh a ton.
::MARKS::
Besides her patched pelt, nothing much. Her ears remained pierced when she shifts, as does a couple accessories (not clothes) but her fur covers up the tattoos on her skin. Her claws are long and sharp and are capable of shredding through walls and tearing brick.
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/size]
1. Alone time
2. Traveling
3. Nature
4. Art
::DISLIKES::
1. Being touched
2. Relationships
3. Fire
4. Permanent homes
::FLAWS::
1. Violent
2. Loner
3. Abrasive
4. Hateful
::BLESSINGS::
1. Fearless
2. Cautious
3. Intelligent
4. Communicating
::SUMMARY::
She does not enjoy being around people that much, so whenever she gets the chance to be alone, she loves it. She enjoys her loner nature and hates it when people think she should get out more. She travels a lot, so she never really has time to make friends, which means she gets to be by herself a whole lot, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Seeing new sights and being somewhere new is the best feeling for Sophia. She doesn’t like feeling tied down, and she always feels a pull to be somewhere else, so she has been practically everywhere there is to go in the world. She’s seen many things and been places, and there is barely any experience she has not been in before. Not all good, but Sophia cares not, especially when she gets to see a lot of nature or art. No matter where she goes, there is usually some place to view art.
Sophia really hates being touched. Like, a lot. It doesn’t matter if you brush her, or pump into her, or purposefully putting your hand on her, you better be prepared to get snapped at or stabbed or something. That is her personal space ad she really hates it when someone invades it without her permissions—which she rarely gives. She doesn’t like the feeling of someone getting close to her, and that extends from her dislike of relationships. She has seen the pain and misery relationships can cause people and wants nothing of it. Lovers fight and quarrel constantly no matter how much they swoon over each other, and should one perish, the other becomes despondent and sometimes looses the will to live. Friends seem to have no problem stabbing each other in the back no matter how close they are, and Pandora would rather not take her chances.
She doesn’t mind hurting people and usually does it whenever she has a chance and a reason. She gets even more vicious the angrier she gets, and the less likely you’re going to survive meeting with her. She hardly ever feels any remorse for her actions, or what she says. It can make her into a really hateful person. Hate is the main emotion she feels toward everything except animals and nature. Her first impression about anyone is that they’re horrible people and deserve her hate and loathing. It doesn’t even matter what you were doing at the time you met, she will find some reason to hate you and be rude to you. Sophia has no filter. She knows no tact, and she never really felt like listening to the rule “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” There is nothing she won’t say to someone, and she tells people how it is.
She never dives into anything head first. She always takes the time to think things through, and she always has to make sure there are no hidden dangers. It’s as if she’s constantly trying to see if someone has set any traps for her. She has narrowly escaped dying several times because of this, and she doesn’t intend to ever let her guard down for any reason at all. It is not out of fear that she does it—though she is capable of fearing, she can easily get over it and do what needs to be done. She has a very can-do attitude, but it is more out of her intelligence that she feels that she needs to be cautious. She not be the oldest of the old, but it is more street smarts than anything. Through her traveling she has met many people and come across many things and has learned a couple different languages and knows how to eloquently express what she is thinking.
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::FAMILY MEMBERS::[/size]
Mom: Eve Hunt: Last seen at age 24: Deceased
Dad: Isaac Hunt: Last seen at age 26 Deceased
Brother: Thomas Hunt: Last seen at age 27: Status Unknown (presumed dead)
::BIRTHPLACE::
Dijon, France
::CHILDHOOD::
She spent most of it on the streets, trying to take care of herself. Her parents constantly ignored her brother and held her on a pedestal, so her brother constantly beat on her in order to feel better about himself.
::TRANSFORMATION::
A werewolf by the name of Otto Nimitz took pity on her after finding her in an alley, beaten by her brother, and turned her in order to save her.
::PREY::
She will eat whatever the hell she feels like. Very often she will loot those she kills, and then feed off of them in order to be able to buy things, though she prefers pilfering anyway.
::MOON TIDINGS::
She can transform whenever she wants and has full control over her actions. Though, it is a little hard to tell because she pretty much acts like a wild beast all the times.
::TURNING OTHERS::
Well, it just takes one big bite, and she has to be in her wolf form. If the person survives her bite—it has to draw blood and she has to get her saliva in the wound—then they change at the full moon. However, they won’t show any symptoms until after they shift. Thus far, she hasn’t turned anyone.
::HISTORY::HUMAN LIFE
Though born in France, she is not all French. Her father, Isaac Hunt, was actually born in London, England. It was when he had to travel to France on some business trip that he met Sophie’s mother, Eve Mercier. The two fell for each other after seeing one another for a couple dates, and after that one business trip, Isaac continued to return whenever he could. After three years of this sort of long-distance relationship, Isaac moved to France and just worked from there. The two lovebirds married not long after that, and a couple years later, their first child was born. They named him Thomas, and it wasn’t until he was two that they had their second child, a dark-haired cutie they decided to name Sophie. For the most part, everyone was pretty happy and the two kids grew up in a rather happy environment.
That is, until Sophia turned five years old. Thomas was seven, and it was at this time that Isaac lost his job. He had gotten into a terrible fight with one of his co-workers and had ended up getting fired over it—well, so did the other guy—and losing everything. He had a hard time finding another job, and it wasn’t too long before the little Hunt family began to fall into tough times. Eventually, they had to stop thinking about both their children equally, and they focused on little Sophia, making sure that she was fed and had clothes and was taken care of. They didn’t necessarily neglect Thomas, they just felt that because he was seven years old he could at least try to get his own food or that he could entertain himself more easily than their little daughter could. Thomas began to grow bitter toward his little sister. Usually when times are hard siblings ban together, but this time, he grew such animosity toward her.
When Sophia turned six that was when it got bad. Now their family was being completely torn because Isaac could not find a job. After losing his first one, he became despondent, and the longer it took for him to find a job, the more depressed he became. It came to the point where if the kids wanted anything, their parents snapped at them and told them to go find it themselves. It seemed that two no longer cared if they stole or not, so Isaac—being the eldest of the children—went out and tried to make his own ends meet. However, whenever he did bring anything home, his parents forced him to share it with his sister, telling him that she was too young to be going out on the streets to find her own food and clothes or whatever the boy happened to steal, and this just made him hate her more, even though Sophia looked up to her brother, unaware that he harbored such a fury toward his little sister.
This only made it that much easier. After a hard day on the street, he came home and was forced to play with his sister. Thomas snapped, and he agreed gleefully to play with his little sister, taking her down into the cellar when her parents weren’t looking. This was off-limits to them, so you can imagine that Sophia was rather confused, asking her brother why they were down there when they shouldn’t be, but his response was to tell her to shut up and he shoved her to the ground. When she started to cry, he kicked her in the gut to shut her up. With the wind knocked out of her, she was unable to cry for help as she cried silently, gasping for air. Her brother then proceeded to just beat on her, releasing most of his anger and rage out on the poor, confused six-year-old. She had thought that her brother loved her as much as she loved him! When he was finished with her, he told her that if she ever told Mother and Father, he would kill her. That was enough incentive to tell her parents that she had gotten the bruises by taking a bad tumble when they were playing.
However, that wasn’t where it stopped. After her “bad fall” Sophia’s parents told Thomas that he needed to watch his sister more carefully and that if they ever found her bruised like that again under his watch, there would be serious consequences. That only added to his anger, and now he had to find a way to punish his sister for being the most loved without leaving any bruises. There was a lot of experimenting with this—sticks, sacks of oranges or other fruit, rubbing dirt in her eyes—and eventually he found a good combination and the torture continued. Eventually he just stopped leaving bruises where his parents could see—avoiding the face, arms, and legs unless it got cold and she had to cover up more. It was a horrible seven years, but her brother never once abused her sexually.
As she grew older, Sophia realized that she would have to get out of the house if she ever thought she would see a break in the horrible torture she received from her brother. So, when her parents start to let her wander around on her own, she started to watch her brother, learning exactly what he was doing to steal these things that he brought home. After becoming associated with some unruly children, Sophia eventually learned the pick-pocketing trade and all around tom-foolery. However, it eventually turned out that she could just get whatever she wanted if she acted cute enough, and for Sophia, that was pretty much just staring up at people with her big brown eyes, and they would give her little toys or food, and it only strengthened Thomas’ rage toward the girl. Not only did she get the most love from their parents, but now she didn’t have to work as hard as him to get twice enough as he did?
At the age of thirteen, Sophia was still having an easy enough time getting herself food and clothes or whatever it happened to be that she asked for, and then her brother decided that she should be using her “talents” to help him out as well. Sophia was by now extremely leery of her elder brother, but he still had an easy enough time getting her to go along with him when he threatened to up her torture—especially since their parents had decided that she was old enough to take care of herself and if she “fell” and bruised herself then it was her own damn fault—or do other ungodly things to her in that cellar that she had grown to hate and fear. However, what he had planned for her was a lot worse. At the age of thirteen, she was of age in her brother’s eyes, and he began to gather his ruffian friends, trading his sister’s body for whatever food or other goods that they can find. She fought them for a while, begging and crying for them to stop, but eventually she just became numb to it.
Thanks to the time that this all took place, there really wasn’t anything like birth control or safe sex. . . . It was just hit and miss. If you were lucky. Sophia was not the luckiest girl. Nearly five times she became pregnant, and each time when her brother found out or realized—Sophia was too young to realize until she was about fifteen what was going on—he knew that he had to either come up with some story or find away to terminate it. . . and he and his friends fell back on kicking her until she miscarried. Abortion for the ages, eh? The first time was traumatic, the second was terrifying, and each time it happened she became more and more numb to it all. Every time he hit her, or cut her, or otherwise tormented her, she grew a little more numb to it all, and the harder he would have to hurt her to get a reaction.
This continued for another four years. At the age of seventeen, she fled Dijon in order to escape her brother. It was at that age that her parents told her that she needed to move out, that she needed to stop “mooching” off of them and her brother, even though the entire time she had been “working” for everything that she got. However, she quickly learned that her brother had started to follow her. It seemed that he wasn’t quite finished with her yet, as their little “arrangement” had been working so well for him. However, by that time, she hated her brother almost as much as he hated her, and she figured out promptly that she would never be able to settle down anywhere until her brother gave up or died. She really hoped that it was the latter rather than the former.
For three years she fled, learning how to fight on the streets and toughening herself up. After eleven long years of torture and living on the streets, barely anything fazed her anymore and she could beat the guys who attacked her. She had developed great hate toward most men, trying to find friends in women, but she eventually learned that women were a whole lot more deceitful than men were. Rumors and back-stabbing was common with the tough girls, and Sophia just couldn’t make herself like the well-bred girls in the wealthier families. . . too stuffy and girly. By the time she was twenty one, she decided that she was just better off on her own, never getting close to anyone or letting them in. She wandered the streets on her own, and found that the rumors of Thomas Hunt skulking around had started to die down, as if he really had stopped caring where she went.
However, such was not the case. Sophia found herself in Germany a couple years later—she had already spent several months there and had learned enough of the language to get by—and it was at that time that her brother found her. He had bigger and badder friends, while Sophia was all by herself. Thomas was enraged that his sister had ran from him and had spent years following her and trying to track her down, only to finally corner her in Germany. She used all she could and tried her best to fight them off, managing to last a little while with her melee-style hand-to-hand, but she was eventually pinned down and her brother and friends eventually beat her to within an inch of her life, and then left her to die in that alleyway, bruised, battered, and bleeding. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was that she hadn’t been good enough to protect herself, and now she was dying because of it.KIND STRANGER:
Otto Nimitz was a ninety-six-year-old werewolf born and raised in Brussels, Germany. He was born as such to two werewolves, and had gotten a hang of everything long before he’d come across Sophia’s half-dead body. He had been unlucky enough to miss the entire scene—at the sight of the dying girl enraged him to the point where he wanted to search out who had done such a thing and tear them all asunder—but he had gotten there in time to save her. He was kind-hearted werewolf who had been raised to treasure all life and only kill what he needed, help when he could, and he was taught respect, manners, and chivalry. To see that someone had been able to do a horrid thing to such a beautiful woman engendered a rage inside the wolf. His first and foremost concern was helping Sophia.
As she was quickly slipping away, Otto knew he hadn’t the time to run her to his house on the edge of the city, so he carried her further into the alley, turned into his wolf form—a rather regal-looking white wolf the size of a draft horse—and bit her. The only way he was going to help this girl survive was to give her the gift of immortality. He made sure that the bite would not do much more damage—pretty much she was cut and bruised so much that all he had to do was lick one of them—and then he just had to wait a few minutes. At first he was afraid that he had not gotten to her in time, but eventually her bleeding stopped and her breathing returned to normal. Otto felt that it was safe to move her, and he carried her to his home to help her recuperate.
Because of the condition she was in when Otto found her and how long it took for the attributes of a werewolf to surmount her human attributes, her recovery lasted for the entirety of the month. Otto would do his best to keep her fed and watered, giving her his bed while he slept on the floor in his wolf form. It was during this month that her first night terrors started to surface. Between the traumas she had experienced as a small child and her near-death experience, suppressed memories were forcing themselves to the surface in the form of these attacks. Otto tried his best to help her through these, but he hadn’t the slightest clue what was making her scream bloody murder in her sleep, thrashing around and clawing at the bed. He would notice her screaming stop, and she would often cry during these times. Otto thought that he had done something wrong with turning her, but he couldn’t tell until she woke up fully.
For the entire month she never came to consciousness for more than a couple minutes. One time, it was long enough for Otto to ask what her name was and tell her who he was, but she would always pass out afterwards. It was a very long month for the werewolf, but Sophia did show signs of improvement as the days went by. Her wounds slowly healed, and the only thing that continued to worry Otto was the nightly attacks she had. The screams, the sobbing, and no matter what he did, he could not wake her or console her, and at times she lashed out at him in her sleep, but she was not yet strong enough to truly hurt him. Half-way through the month, he just stopped trying and would try to block her out when it happened. They stopped eventually, and it really only ever happened once a night. Sometimes only a couple times a week. At the full moon, when she shifted for the first time—even unconscious—everything got better.
When she shifted, all of her physical wounds were healed as if instantly, and she woke from her half-coma, fully aware for the first time what was going on. Though she was no better than a giant wolf who wanted nothing more than to kill, Otto in his wolf form was able to get through to the beast and explain a little bit of what was going on. However, he knew that in order to get anything through he was going to have to let her have her kills and then at the end of night, if she was feeling okay, he would sit her down and tell her everything that he knew, and then maybe get her to fill in some of the holes. The two ran together that night and killed together, and in the morning after the moon had faded and Sophia shifted back to her human form, Otto was able to return her back to his home where he told her how he found her and what he had done to save her.
Sophie might have been angry with him for not letting her die, but she was not slow to realize that now that she was better than human—she could feel the strength in her body and she knew that she was powerful—that she had a chance to prove that she was strong enough to defend herself. Hell, could she even take revenge on that asshole of a brother. . . . She explained to Otto what had happened before—though most of her memory was hazy, she could remember the important parts of her life and knew that what Otto had saved her from had to be an attack that her brother instigated—and she wanted to go out and find him right then, but he convinced her that she needed to wait. When she asked why and demanded that he let her find her brother and murder the son of a bitch, he told her that he needed to teach her how to control the wolf inside, or else she would hurt those who didn’t need to be hurt.
Of course, Sophie could care less about the innocents Otto feared for. When Otto insisted, she became enraged, ranting about how he was just another person who wanted nothing more than to control and use her, and her bitter heart would not allow him in, no matter what he had done for her and how much he said he wanted to help. When he tried to stop her from leaving, she was thrown into a fit of rage and attacked him. He was caught by such surprise that she was able to render him unconscious and she stormed off, trying to use what she knew of the streets and what her new senses were telling her in order to track down her brother and punish him for all of the pain and suffering he had caused her. She sincerely did not care who she would hurt with her newfound abilities, so long as she survived and got what she wanted, she didn’t care about anyone else and she never would.LYCANTHROPE LIFE:
For a while, things went smoothly for Sophia. The one thing she had trouble doing was finding her brother in order to exact her revenge. She had started back at the alley that Otto had told her he’d found her, but she had a hard time picking out her brother’s scent as she had never before needed to know what he smelled like. She fell back on asking around, and when she recognized someone, she would intimidate them into telling her what they knew about her brother. After a couple weeks of tedious tracking and searching, it was as if her brother had dropped off the face of the planet. No one had seen him, and those that she could interrogate correctly just told her that they hadn’t seen him in over a month or so. As time went by and she had trouble finding her brother, she became enraged that she couldn’t even take her revenge anymore.
Instead, she searched out people she knew had associated with him. Most were dead, but there were still some traversing Germany or France—or even England. She searched them out and in a couple months had killed them all. Everyone she had known and everyone her brother had known. However, it had not been enough to satisfy the rage she had been suppressing for years, and she eventually traveled back home to her home town, her old neighborhood. She was surprised to find that her parents were still living in their old house, doing a lot better than they had been since they didn’t have two extra mouths to feed. Though Sophia had intended this to be a good, happy reunion, her parents started to talk more and more about her brother, wondering if she had heard from him and knew what he was doing. They still hadn’t the slightest idea what he had put her through, and it just ticked her off.
Once again her anger had taken over and she got up from the chair she had been sitting in and told her parents off, yelling at them and blaming them for not being able to protect her from their own son. They were horrified with the stories that she told him, and their wide eyes portrayed a surprise that made Sophia believe that they thought she was just making it all up. That she had gone insane and was telling lies, and she yelled at them for that. They insisted that they believed her—her stories did make sense, after all. After her little outburst—she was unable to lift a finger against her parents, as she knew they were only people who had ever really loved her—she broke into tears and her parents had to console her. The full moon was a couple weeks away, and Sophia decided that she would stay with her parents for a couple days, hoping that maybe they would be able to calm her down and make into that cute little girl that she used to be.
Unfortunately, she had one of her night terrors again one night she was with them. Her screaming and howling woke up her parents and they ran to their daughter’s aid, expecting that they would be able to help her, but as they tried to hold her and wake her and comfort her, she shifted in her sleep, so terrified that her mind made her turn in order to feel as if it was more protected. What she needed to be protected from, though, was all in her head, and as she attacked the ghosts of her past, she ended up attacking the people that wanted to help her, that were concerned about her. She killed them in some desperate attempt to protect herself, and when the night terror was over, she collapsed in a pool of their blood and awoke several hours later in a daze. . . only to find her parents dead and their blood covering her.
The first thing she felt was horror at the scene of her dead parents, and then she felt remorse for her actions. She hadn’t the slightest clue why they had ended up dead, but she remembered Otto telling her about her fits at night, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she had shifted during one of these fits and her parents had just been caught in the middle. With a heavy heart, she cleaned herself up and left, leaving the mess for someone else to find. She would be long gone before anyone even tried to find her and demand to know what had happened to her parents. She attempted to return to the place that Otto was, but she found that he was gone. She waited a day or two for him to return, and when he didn’t, she left there, feeling abandoned and alone and terribly bitter toward the world.
For the two hundred and so years, Sophia spent her time alone. She traveled to cities and held herself up in mountains. Using what she had learned and the endurance she had developed in her human life, she stole what she needed and she killed anyone who got in her way. Eventually she stopped referring to herself as Sophia. She just stopped giving a name altogether. When she traveled around so much, there really was no particular reason that she had to give a name because she didn’t stay in a place long enough, and she didn’t meet anyone who needed to know her name. She stopped sleeping as much as she should in order to escape the nightmares and night terrors, and around age 227, she started having muscle failures at times.
After years of being alone and traveling around Europe and Asia, she picked up the name Velvela when she had wondered upon a Jewish community and they started to talk about a female wolf wandering around and destroying people. Rumors of her spread, and Sophia decided that the name fit her more. She had all but embraced her wolfishness and to have a name that meant wolf. . . well. . . it was unoriginal, but she liked the sound of it. She has now found her way into America. She had had no real inkling to go to that country, but having been everywhere in the Europe and Asia area, she wanted to travel someplace new. Africa and South America seemed to be more of the same, and she had heard rumors of an influx of immortals living there. She did not enjoy company, but America was supposed to be new, and she would have to go there eventually. Better not to put it off.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::Code Word::[/size]
Do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste
::Application Status::
Complete
::RP Example::
It’s my eleventh character. Or so. I refuse!
