[OOC] We Are Alive

[Sapphire]

Sounds like every description of traveling north in the winter that I've ever heard.

[LittleAlouette]

Any room for another character? :3

[Sapphire]

Actually doesn't MDI need a partner?

[Me Da Insane]

Lol yes, yes i do

[LittleAlouette]

A girl? I can do a girl. Any requests/necessities you need, or should I just go for it?

[TrulyAwakened]

LittleAlouette said
A girl? I can do a girl. Any requests/necessities you need, or should I just go for it?

Well you may need Savi's ok but I'm sure she'll say it's fine.

[Me Da Insane]

Id say make the cs and see what happens.

[Scara_blood]

Indeed.

[LittleAlouette]

|| Sophia Breslin-Hardt x 17 x Human ||


Personality
Most call Sophia Breslin-Hardt an arrogant bitch. Come to think of it, she calls herself that, too, on occasion. All arrogance, though, has its roots in something real, and Sophia finds her self-confidence completely justified because she really is smarter than everyone else. She really has read that many books. She really does know what she's talking about. She's the best at chess, the best at memory and recall, and she always wins.

Sophia is as fiery as fiery gets, and she'll be damned if anyone ever tries to tame her. Yeah, she might be bossy. She expects others to listen to her. She expects loyalty, too, and though she might often look down on others, those who can burrow their ways into her heart can expect the strongest of loyalties back. Nothing stands in Sophia's way for long. Often, she really is as brilliant a girl as she cracks herself up to be. She fights fierce, she hates fierce, and she loves fierce. Sophia insults the ones she hates and 'critiques' the ones she cares for, so it can often be hard to tell how much she cares.

She'd probably slap you if you said it—she's a very physical girl, prone to taking out her feelings on skin and bone even though she's hardly five-foot-two—but she's really only an angry, albeit brilliant, little girl. When she's had her fun and games, when she's manipulated and lied and stolen and broken and deduced life itself to death, all she really wants is somewhere warm to hide. That's why she's cold. She's quicker to look down on others than to connect with them, but that leaves her so lonely all she can do is become more defensive. But after all the yelling and screaming and scratching, all she really is is a little girl with a head bigger than she can handle. She'll fight to no end for those in life who've ever stood up for her.

For Sophia, it's all about control. She likes to be in control. She finds others too incompetent—or, at least, that's what she tells herself. In reality, she's scared of what other people might do to her. No one's ever reined her in, and she intends to keep it that way. It's strange, though, how far she's spun out of control when all someone's ever needed to do was hold her in place—where do all her mental tricks go when a single good hit could out the tiny girl?

Biography
Sophia was a prostitute's kid. She never remembered her mommy; Mommy got killed off in the drug war long before Sophia could recall. Since those days, she's learned a bit about Mother Dearest, a personal favorite of a certain not-to-be-named astrophysicist, and she doesn't like the sound of it—drugs, pain, and a woman who only ever wanted to be free. But since those days, since the day Sophia was found eating Cheerios on a bloody floor, Sophia has never looked back.

Adopted by some caring woman with entirely too much sympathy and enough money to complement it, Sophia knew by the age of five that the woman she called 'Mommy' was too blonde and brown-eyed to have any relation to her. Granted, by the age of eleven, she was doing calculus—but that was another story. Sophia never quite liked the woman who'd taken her in, even if she was so sweet and giving. Utterly, she was weak, and Sophia hated her.

Little Sophia hated most things. It perplexed her mother, how hateful the little girl was. She didn't laugh like her own son had when he was six. She wasn't as talkative. Sophia was always reading, always alone up in that big, empty room of hers. She tried putting Sophia in therapy, but after a month, the girl was parroting psychology textbooks to the therapist.

She was a wreck in school. Rebellious, rude, and flippant towards her teachers, she was expelled for turning the high school chemistry lab into a giant firework in the third grade. She was expelled again the same year for building wings and trying to fly a hapless classmate off the roof. Sophia was annoyed; they'd really worked. It was too bad the police confiscated and destroyed her little 'art project.'

From then on, Sophia was tutored.

It was after Sophia humiliated and then 'fired' three of the tutors her mother had sought out that Professor Nietzow came into her life. He wasn't a tutor, per se; in fact, he was her older brother's boyfriend of the week. Long story short, he ended up liking Sophia more than Sophia's adoptive brother, and Sophia found him sufficiently brilliant—and charming, and good-looking, at that, though he was a good fifteen years her senior—and they nearly ran off together before Sophia's mother caught them.

Sophia's mother had had enough. Within a week, she was loaded onto a plane to what Sophia understood to be a reform facility, somewhere to 'curb her wild ways.' She didn't expect to be pushed out with nothing but a parachute. And she really, really didn't like being tied up.

Supernatural/human partner: MDI's. Javak. I think? I dunno.

[Kitty]

*Silently waits for scara*

[Sapphire]

High five for waiting on our partners!

[Me Da Insane]

I still don't have one, hopefully i will soon.

[Scara_blood]

Sorry! I have been out almost all day...

[Scara_blood]

Quackidila blip.

[TrulyAwakened]

Uh-oh, a death cloud lingers above this RP. O:

[Sapphire]

No it feels more like the weekday slow down, usually happens to Rps for work/school related reasons.

[TrulyAwakened]

I'm definitely going to slow down with track season starting Monday and whatnot. Practices are on Saturdays too >.<

[Scara_blood]

Hallow!

[Savi]

LittleAlouette said
Most call Sophia Breslin-Hardt an arrogant bitch. Come to think of it, she calls herself that, too, on occasion. All arrogance, though, has its roots in something real, and Sophia finds her self-confidence completely justified because she really smarter than everyone else. She really read that many books. She really know what she's talking about. She's the best at chess, the best at memory and recall, and she always wins.Sophia is as fiery as fiery gets, and she'll be damned if anyone ever tries to tame her. Yeah, she might be bossy. She expects others to listen to her. She expects loyalty, too, and though she might often look down on others, those who can burrow their ways into her heart can expect the strongest of loyalties back. Nothing stands in Sophia's way for long. Often, she really is as brilliant a girl as she cracks herself up to be. She fights fierce, she hates fierce, and she loves fierce. Sophia insults the ones she hates and 'critiques' the ones she cares for, so it can often be hard to tell how much she cares.She'd probably slap you if you said it—she's a very physical girl, prone to taking out her feelings on skin and bone even though she's hardly five-foot-two—but she's really only an angry, albeit brilliant, little girl. When she's had her fun and games, when she's manipulated and lied and stolen and broken and deduced life itself to death, all she really wants is somewhere warm to hide. That's why she's cold. She's quicker to look down on others than to connect with them, but that leaves her so lonely all she can do is become more defensive. But after all the yelling and screaming and scratching, all she really is is a little girl with a head bigger than she can handle. She'll fight to no end for those in life who've ever stood up for her.For Sophia, it's all about control. She likes to be in control. She finds others too incompetent—or, at least, that's what she tells herself. In reality, she's scared of what other people might do to her. No one's ever reined her in, and she intends to keep it that way. It's strange, though, how far she's spun out of control when all someone's ever needed to do was hold her in place—where do all her mental tricks go when a single good hit could out the tiny girl?Sophia was a prostitute's kid. She never remembered her mommy; Mommy got killed off in the drug war long before Sophia could recall. Since those days, she's learned a bit about Mother Dearest, a personal favorite of a certain not-to-be-named astrophysicist, and she doesn't like the sound of it—drugs, pain, and a woman who only ever wanted to be free. But since those days, since the day Sophia was found eating Cheerios on a bloody floor, Sophia has never looked back.Adopted by some caring woman with entirely too much sympathy and enough money to complement it, Sophia knew by the age of five that the woman she called 'Mommy' was too blonde and brown-eyed to have any relation to her. Granted, by the age of eleven, she was doing calculus—but that was another story. Sophia never quite liked the woman who'd taken her in, even if she was so sweet and giving. Utterly, she was weak, and Sophia hated her.Little Sophia hated most things. It perplexed her mother, how hateful the little girl was. She didn't laugh like her own son had when he was six. She wasn't as talkative. Sophia was always reading, always alone up in that big, empty room of hers. She tried putting Sophia in therapy, but after a month, the girl was parroting psychology textbooks to the therapist.She was a wreck in school. Rebellious, rude, and flippant towards her teachers, she was expelled for turning the high school chemistry lab into a giant firework in the third grade. She was expelled again the same year for building wings and trying to fly a hapless classmate off the roof. Sophia was annoyed; they'd really worked. It was too bad the police confiscated and destroyed her little 'art project.'From then on, Sophia was tutored. It was after Sophia humiliated and then 'fired' three of the tutors her mother had sought out that Professor Nietzow came into her life. He wasn't a tutor, per se; in fact, he was her older brother's boyfriend of the week. Long story short, he ended up liking Sophia more than Sophia's adoptive brother, and Sophia found him sufficiently brilliant—and charming, and good-looking, at that, though he was a good fifteen years her senior—and they nearly ran off together before Sophia's mother caught them.Sophia's mother had had enough. Within a week, she was loaded onto a plane to what Sophia understood to be a reform facility, somewhere to 'curb her wild ways.' She didn't expect to be pushed out with nothing but a parachute. And she really, didn't like being tied up.Supernatural/human partner: MDI's. Javak. I think? I dunno.

Accepted

Sorry I've not posted for a while.

[Me Da Insane]

Yay savi's back!