Post by Debora on Mar 29, 2013 3:41:02 GMT -5
Personal Information
Full Name: Sofia Kristine Hughes
Preferred Name: Sofia or Sofi. She's indifferent.
Date of Birth: February 15th, 1994.
Current Age: 19
Place of Birth: Bristol, England
Educational Information
SAT score: Writing: 690 Math:490 Reading: 650 Combined:1830
Best subject in high school: The Fine Arts (Creative Writing, Photography etc) and Psychology
Worst subject in high school: History and Chemistry
Program of Enrollment: Major in psychology, minor in creative writing.
Year in College: Freshman
Current GPA: 3.4
Family Status
Parents'/Guardians: Frederick Zander Hughes (45), accountant
Kati Elita Hughes (40), photographer
Financial Status: Sofia's family is upper middle class, with funds coming from a few scholarships she obtained, savings and a student loan or two.
Siblings: Helena Marie Hughes (8), younger sister of Sofia
Johanna Mirjam Hughes (23), part time model and painter
Other: Sofia is extremely close to her maternal grandmother, Kristiāna Laima, also known as Nana Kristi.
About
Personality: Sofia is quite the hot head, known for her flared temperament and constant mood swings. She isn't afraid to stand up for her beliefs, something Nana Kristi always insisted. Within seconds, Sofia's moods can and will most likely changed. After immigrating to the USA, her bitter, spiteful moods became more and more frequent. She's upset, leaving behind Europe, her home. Due to her attitude and anger, Sofia isn't one to make friends easily. Not even her older sister Johanna likes her very much. Inside the tough girl shell Sofia puts out, she's suffering, alone. An unorganized disaster.
She's also impulsive and impatient, one to always act before thinking. This gets her in trouble, especially with alcohol in her system. Combined with her angry temperament, it can get ugly at times. Sofia hates waiting. No ifs, ands, or buts.
With her upbringing, Sofia could be cultural if she didn't sleep during history class and learned more about her English and Latvian roots.
Despite her negative aspects, Sofia is a confident girl, who's not afraid to put herself out there. She's fairly intelligent and kind to those close enough to her, if she isn't suffering from those mood swings. Sofia is creative, writing an incredibly strong gift of hers, and independent, use to relying on herself.
History: Sofia is daughter to an Englishman and a Latvian mom. She was born in Bristol, England until the age of 16, moving to the town of Hollow Creek, much to Sofia's dismay. She adored the rich, artistic culture of her hometown and is very much homesick. To this day, she holds bitter resentment against her father for moving them away from Europe and Nana Kristi. Since then, Sofia began to rebel as the middle child, smoking cigarettes, staying out late, partying and drinking, not to mention covering her pale body with tattoos and piercings.
Hopeful Future Career: Psychologist.
Sexual Orientation: Kinsey 2.
Additional Information: Sofia is deathly afraid of heights. Has been diagnosed with moderate depression, but doctors believe it'll pass after adjusting to the move. Sofia may also be a little too dependent on alcohol.
Identification
Eyes: Light blue eyes that are framed with naturally dark eyelashes.
Hair: Dark brown wavy hair that rests just above her chest
Stature: She stands at 5'6, weighs about 130 pounds and is small with a defined waist.
Additional Features: Sofia has her left nostril pierced, her naval pierced as well as a rook and conch piercing on her right ear. She has a red rose tattooed on her left shoulder blade, a pair of matching swallows on her hipbones and a classic Pentax film camera tattoo on her right side/ribcage. Has rectangular, blacked framed glasses for reading and writing.
Play-by: Kaya Scodelario
Extra-Curriculars
Hobbies/Interests: Photography, reading, writing, studying the human brain and nature as well as drinking and partying.
Occupation: Recently transferred to the Starbucks on campus, previously an employee for 14 months.
Clubs/Teams: Not yet.
Additional Information: N/A
Roleplayer:
Name: Debora
Experience: I've been roleplaying for 4/5 years. I've been a part of a few failed RPG websites, one that lasted awhile and revives itself once in awhile, never had any special duties.
Roleplay Sample: In a panic, Adrian's eyes fluttered open with a heavy gasp escaping his lips. Man, that was a horrible dream. He couldn't believe it! Nobody normal dreamed about their death, especially in a gruesome car accident. Groaning, Adrian waited for his eyes to adjust to the bright light, but they didn't. His entire world was an abnormally blinding white. Every way Adrian turned with squinted eyes, the same conclusion. Even the bed he appeared to be resting in was a crisp, clean white. Not a single imperfection or stain. Adrian frowned. This wasn’t right. "Did someone change my room on me?" he asked, his voice echoing in the empty world. No reply. No answers for the questions that raced through his mind.
"Okay, this is creepy." he mumbled to himself, getting out of the immaculate bed. Maybe he fell asleep somewhere. Though, no alcohol had been consumed last night. Adrian ran a hand through his disheveled hair in confusion, surprised with the endless energy he felt right now. Usually after nightmares, his body felt the pain of whatever happened. His mom always said that was part of the panic attacks she suffered, but Adrian would never accept the fact that he suffered from anxiety. Even with the pills he needed to stay sane and keep the worry manageable.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Adrian noticed a shape moving closer to him. Something different about this once still blinding world. It was a girl, dressed in a long and elegant dress, that silkily draped across her body perfectly. For some reason, it reminded him of a flower, just beginning to bloom. The dress, of course, matched the plain white of his surroundings. Her skin was a light ivory, barely a hint of pigmentation. The only true colour was the girl’s platinum blonde curls that cascaded like a constant waterfall down her back, and pale pink lips that were pursed.
"Uh, can I help you?" he asked, astounded by her beauty, somehow managing to keep his stuttering down to a low level. Who was she?
The girl simply smiled, and extended her hand, delicately. "Welcome Adrian Montgomery." her voice rang out, strong, yet feminine.
"Where am I?" he blurted out impulsively. Better yet, how did this beautiful girl know his name? His full name? Adrian frowned, hesitantly reaching out and grasping onto her hand, smooth like porcelain.
Laughing, the girl's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Everyone always asks the same question. Where am I? Why is everything white? Why are you so stunning?” she continued on, locking her eyes with Adrian’s. “Well, for starters, I am Annabeth and you're in the middle world right now. A transition. Because... you're dead."
Other: N/A
Full Name: Sofia Kristine Hughes
Preferred Name: Sofia or Sofi. She's indifferent.
Date of Birth: February 15th, 1994.
Current Age: 19
Place of Birth: Bristol, England
Educational Information
SAT score: Writing: 690 Math:490 Reading: 650 Combined:1830
Best subject in high school: The Fine Arts (Creative Writing, Photography etc) and Psychology
Worst subject in high school: History and Chemistry
Program of Enrollment: Major in psychology, minor in creative writing.
Year in College: Freshman
Current GPA: 3.4
Family Status
Parents'/Guardians: Frederick Zander Hughes (45), accountant
Kati Elita Hughes (40), photographer
Financial Status: Sofia's family is upper middle class, with funds coming from a few scholarships she obtained, savings and a student loan or two.
Siblings: Helena Marie Hughes (8), younger sister of Sofia
Johanna Mirjam Hughes (23), part time model and painter
Other: Sofia is extremely close to her maternal grandmother, Kristiāna Laima, also known as Nana Kristi.
About
Personality: Sofia is quite the hot head, known for her flared temperament and constant mood swings. She isn't afraid to stand up for her beliefs, something Nana Kristi always insisted. Within seconds, Sofia's moods can and will most likely changed. After immigrating to the USA, her bitter, spiteful moods became more and more frequent. She's upset, leaving behind Europe, her home. Due to her attitude and anger, Sofia isn't one to make friends easily. Not even her older sister Johanna likes her very much. Inside the tough girl shell Sofia puts out, she's suffering, alone. An unorganized disaster.
She's also impulsive and impatient, one to always act before thinking. This gets her in trouble, especially with alcohol in her system. Combined with her angry temperament, it can get ugly at times. Sofia hates waiting. No ifs, ands, or buts.
With her upbringing, Sofia could be cultural if she didn't sleep during history class and learned more about her English and Latvian roots.
Despite her negative aspects, Sofia is a confident girl, who's not afraid to put herself out there. She's fairly intelligent and kind to those close enough to her, if she isn't suffering from those mood swings. Sofia is creative, writing an incredibly strong gift of hers, and independent, use to relying on herself.
History: Sofia is daughter to an Englishman and a Latvian mom. She was born in Bristol, England until the age of 16, moving to the town of Hollow Creek, much to Sofia's dismay. She adored the rich, artistic culture of her hometown and is very much homesick. To this day, she holds bitter resentment against her father for moving them away from Europe and Nana Kristi. Since then, Sofia began to rebel as the middle child, smoking cigarettes, staying out late, partying and drinking, not to mention covering her pale body with tattoos and piercings.
Hopeful Future Career: Psychologist.
Sexual Orientation: Kinsey 2.
Additional Information: Sofia is deathly afraid of heights. Has been diagnosed with moderate depression, but doctors believe it'll pass after adjusting to the move. Sofia may also be a little too dependent on alcohol.
Identification
Eyes: Light blue eyes that are framed with naturally dark eyelashes.
Hair: Dark brown wavy hair that rests just above her chest
Stature: She stands at 5'6, weighs about 130 pounds and is small with a defined waist.
Additional Features: Sofia has her left nostril pierced, her naval pierced as well as a rook and conch piercing on her right ear. She has a red rose tattooed on her left shoulder blade, a pair of matching swallows on her hipbones and a classic Pentax film camera tattoo on her right side/ribcage. Has rectangular, blacked framed glasses for reading and writing.
Play-by: Kaya Scodelario
Extra-Curriculars
Hobbies/Interests: Photography, reading, writing, studying the human brain and nature as well as drinking and partying.
Occupation: Recently transferred to the Starbucks on campus, previously an employee for 14 months.
Clubs/Teams: Not yet.
Additional Information: N/A
Roleplayer:
Name: Debora
Experience: I've been roleplaying for 4/5 years. I've been a part of a few failed RPG websites, one that lasted awhile and revives itself once in awhile, never had any special duties.
Roleplay Sample: In a panic, Adrian's eyes fluttered open with a heavy gasp escaping his lips. Man, that was a horrible dream. He couldn't believe it! Nobody normal dreamed about their death, especially in a gruesome car accident. Groaning, Adrian waited for his eyes to adjust to the bright light, but they didn't. His entire world was an abnormally blinding white. Every way Adrian turned with squinted eyes, the same conclusion. Even the bed he appeared to be resting in was a crisp, clean white. Not a single imperfection or stain. Adrian frowned. This wasn’t right. "Did someone change my room on me?" he asked, his voice echoing in the empty world. No reply. No answers for the questions that raced through his mind.
"Okay, this is creepy." he mumbled to himself, getting out of the immaculate bed. Maybe he fell asleep somewhere. Though, no alcohol had been consumed last night. Adrian ran a hand through his disheveled hair in confusion, surprised with the endless energy he felt right now. Usually after nightmares, his body felt the pain of whatever happened. His mom always said that was part of the panic attacks she suffered, but Adrian would never accept the fact that he suffered from anxiety. Even with the pills he needed to stay sane and keep the worry manageable.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Adrian noticed a shape moving closer to him. Something different about this once still blinding world. It was a girl, dressed in a long and elegant dress, that silkily draped across her body perfectly. For some reason, it reminded him of a flower, just beginning to bloom. The dress, of course, matched the plain white of his surroundings. Her skin was a light ivory, barely a hint of pigmentation. The only true colour was the girl’s platinum blonde curls that cascaded like a constant waterfall down her back, and pale pink lips that were pursed.
"Uh, can I help you?" he asked, astounded by her beauty, somehow managing to keep his stuttering down to a low level. Who was she?
The girl simply smiled, and extended her hand, delicately. "Welcome Adrian Montgomery." her voice rang out, strong, yet feminine.
"Where am I?" he blurted out impulsively. Better yet, how did this beautiful girl know his name? His full name? Adrian frowned, hesitantly reaching out and grasping onto her hand, smooth like porcelain.
Laughing, the girl's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Everyone always asks the same question. Where am I? Why is everything white? Why are you so stunning?” she continued on, locking her eyes with Adrian’s. “Well, for starters, I am Annabeth and you're in the middle world right now. A transition. Because... you're dead."
Other: N/A