Post by headmistress sophia evans on Apr 14, 2009 10:31:54 GMT -5
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Sophia Elena Evans
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Sophia Elena Evans
nickname(s); none
age; one hundred and seventy
birthday; August 24th
grade; headmistress and art professor
species; vampire
gender; female
sexual orientation straight
canon or original; canon
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality; Sophia is a very creative person, but when she’s on headmistress mode don’t cross her. She has a long temper so it could take her a long time to blow up in your face, but if you keep provoking her she will bite. Hard.
She can be rather quirky. Definitely a fun lover who likes to lure her meals in with a bit of flirting. She loves to just go along for the ride and see everything for what it is. She isn’t shy and if she thinks something about her student or another member of the faculty she’ll say it.
She won’t tolerate things that aren’t right. She’s quite a perfectionist in everything but her art. She loves her job and wants to help the students reach their full potential. She knows when to back off when she’s in over her head and will do that. She won’t try to be something better than what she is.
She's very playful, loves death and anything to do with it, causing it, smelling it, tasting it, but rather oddly she fears it too, she doesn't want to die completely but she loves causing it.
likes;
Flirting
Blood
Art
Teaching
Taunting
Hunting
Toying with people
Watching or reading terribly inaccurate things about vampires
Scaring people
Being right
dislikes;
Judgemental people
Snippy ignorant students
Sappy love stories/films
Guys who talk too much
Students who don’t listen
Not being able to hunt/feed when she needs to
People who underestimate her
Having to loose her temper over something stupid
Bad music
Not having long nails
fears;
Fire
A final death
Loosing her job
habits;
Hissing when she’s not happy
Tucking her hair behind her ear
Showing her fangs the retracting them when she’s bored
flaws;
Reacts animalistic if she can smell blood
Likes moving around and not staying in one place
Scares humans a lot because of the amount of times she has her fangs out
Doesn't listen to anyone when on the hunt
Doesn't care who sees her when she kills (which is dangerous for exposure)
Selfish
Thinks only about herself a lot because she lived alone for so long
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
James William Evans- Father- 256-vampire
Vanessa Darla Evans- Mother- 268- vampire
siblings; none
kids; none
pets; snow leopard called Midnight (a year old)
hometown; London, England
personal history; Sophia was born in the mid 19th century. Her parents liked a very low profile keeping away from big populated areas. But Sophia liked a challenge, liked running away from people who didn’t understand her. She liked killing them most of all. By the time she was fifty her parents had had enough of her and told her she had to leave them.
She spent a lot of time in France, looking at the many different artists, paintings, and found a love of art. She began to make her own art, but some of it wasn’t as tasteful or as beautiful as the human art. She sometimes liked to paint memories of the bodies she’d killed. Art always stuck by her.
She spent a while in America, going through different towns, she loved to toy with the soldiers who thought she was a 'being of hope' to save them from the wars, but in the end she'd pick off the soldiers and hunt them for fun. After she got bored she began to wander, not ever sure where she was going but always finding something to do.
Years and years later she got a job at the school. She started with teaching art, showing students that it didn’t have to be beautiful, it just had to show some form of emotion, whether that was fear or hate or love or whatever they wanted. She became a quite popular teacher, apart from the squeamish ones who didn’t like the mangled bodies she’d painted.
She settled as a teacher and never looked back, always showing the up most respect for the rules and always telling the students they should too. She took the headmistress job happily and finds more happiness in enforcing the rules.
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; brown/red (depends on her mood to what colour she dyes it)
eyes; brown
weight; 120 lbs
height; 5’7
tattoos; none
piercings; ears twice, belly button
anything else; nope
play by/face claim; Rose McGowan
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name; Ashleigh/Ashers
age; 16
other characters; none
where did you find us? through Try To Be Noticed
secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;
Walking back from the Drainer’s hideout, Paige looked around the back alleys. She was hooked on dark power, completely and truly hooked. It gave her a power surge, far more powerful than white magic had, and she loved it when she felt it coursing through her body, through her veins. She had Dracula to thank for that. Ok so he wasn’t the most calm guy, but he was the guy who had the power over the vampires.
That’s why she helped. Paige craved power. The more power she had the better she felt. Her mother had always told her not to go for the power of dark magic, but both her and her sister had found the pull too strong and had gone to get the power.
Paige laughed bitterly at the thought of her sister. Jessica was older than Paige, but not as strong, even when they were both practicing white magic, but now Jessica had gone back to using white magic, gone back to spells that could only heal and protect and small things like that, whereas dark magic was more of a way of killing, hurting, doing what the witch wanted over what was needed to heal and protect. Of course dark magic could heal and protect, but why protect when you could fight. Magic force fields were good when cowering in fear, or when there was no way of being able to attack, but attacking was much more stronger, Paige could wipe out an army with a single fire spell, or wash them away with water, anything she wanted really.
She was needed in the war, Dracula needed his people protecting and there weren’t many white witches that the Drainers could abduct and use for their own protection, plus some of those witches took a long time for them to start co operating.
Paige normally had to force them to co operate, a simple spell she knew that could change their outlook on the Drainers. She was needed in the camp and she was there to help.
She got to the small witch’s book shop, The Wiccan Corner as it was called, and started to walk in. She needed a new spell book. She needed more spells to find out how much she could learn. She walked in and looked through the dark arts books, looking for one that could help with a stronger protection spell for the Drainer’s hideout. Dracula had told her he was worried that someone could find a way in if they were not allowed to step foot inside the hideout.
So she found the correct book, she smiled as she saw the power it would need. It meant a lot of power was needed and she would get that amazing rush. She handed the book over the counter and looked at the cashier whom Paige knew always got slightly on edge when Paige came in. “Put it on my tab.” She said as she walked out of the book store, carefully placing the book into her bag.
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