EVANS, Sophie Christine

[Sophie Christine Evans]

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SOPHIE CHRISTINE EVANS

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₪NAME; Sophie Christine Evans
₪NICKNAMES; None
₪AGE AND BIRTHDAY; 16, January 23rd
₪SEX; Female
₪ORIENTATION; Heterosexual
₪OCCUPATION; Student
₪MAJOR; Transfiguration

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₪HAIR; Sophie’s hair alternates between a more natural cut of long layers past her shoulders, and a more edgy scene cut mostly depending on her mood at the time of the haircut. Her hair itself is naturally straight and a rich dark brown, almost black in certain lights, and often reaching a medium brown in the summer months. Though she often prefers her hair straight, she’ll take the time to curl it or force it into soft beach waves if she has enough motivation in which to do so.
₪EYES; Sophie’s eyes are perhaps the most unique feature about her. They are a bright, steel grey colour and have the tendency to show her every emotion whether she likes it or not. People always comment on her eyes, and are sometimes unsettled by the intensity of her gaze and the unusual colour.
₪BODY; Sophie is a fairly average five foot six, one hundred and fifteen pounds, a little on the skinny side but hardly anorexic. Her body is narrow and slender, but also with good muscle tone from running and swimming especially in her arms and legs. Her skin tone is fair, but in the summer can easily get to a golden, flawless tan. Sophie’s face is usually blank of emotion and cold, often borderline hostile at times depending on the situation. As usual though, her eyes are the first thing to attract attention, and they can either draw someone in or roast them alive.
₪CLOTHES; Sophie never was one to enjoy clothes, preferring instead to wear something simple; a graphic tee and some skinny jeans, and spice it up with jewelry or nail polish. She is almost never found without a dark hoodie or sweatshirt. Her shoe of choice is a stereotypically scene one, a pair of nearly destroyed converse. She always has one or two necklaces on, a bracelet, a ring, and often her silver nose stud. An eyebrow piercing comes and goes with her mood.
₪MAKEUP; Sophie doesn’t particularly like makeup, but she loves to play up her eyes and make their unusual colour stand out with dark eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. Lucky for her, she has never had any need of face makeup, only the occasional bit of coverup to even out her skin tone from time to time.
₪OTHER; Nothing…
₪FACE CLAIM; No one famous, model credited in picture.

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₪PERSONALITY;Sophie, at home, is sociable and easily popular with the neighborhood crowd. She loves being around people, and travels to the beach every chance she gets, always seeming to make plenty of friends. But, Hogwarts made her distant and cool in a way that was entirely unusual for Sophie, but soon became a part of her character. She puts up an icy wall to hide herself from people, but once you get behind that wall her character is finally shown in a better light.
-Sophie exists to be loved, it’s all she really ever truly wants, but it is also something that scares her more than anything else. She toys with love at times- flirts and teases, but when she is actually interested in someone she doesn’t know exactly what to do with herself and ends up acting quiet and shy, something far different from the flirty, seductive side of her that some people see. A few times she’s broken through this mental barrier and at these times she is completely happy and trusting, handing her whole heart and soul over. When she can, she loves completely and purely. But her heart has been broken just enough times now to make her wary and slow to hand over her entire heart any more.
-To any student passing in the halls, Sophie is distant and cool, maintaining some simple conversations with hardly any emotional depth, but usually sticking to herself. She has an aversion to Hogwarts that prevents her from getting close to any of the other students or teachers, and thus she has no close friends or people that she can trust. When the mood strikes she can be a vindictive type of bitch, earning her a grudging sort of respect from others that keeps them from bothering her when she wants to be left alone. Secretly, she hates being that way and only wishes everything was simpler [see history]. She also has a competitive streak and isn’t afraid to play dirty to win.

₪PHOBIAS; Currents (water), Death, Dying alone/unloved, Spiders, Clowns
₪BAD HABITS; Smokes, Curses, Nail biter
₪LIKES; Hardcore music, parties, summer, the beach, snowy mornings before anyone else is awake.
₪DISLIKES; Alcohol, people that try too hard, people that lie and pretend to be someone else just to fit in, rain, hospitals
₪GOALS; Make sure that someday everyone knows her name
₪SECRETS; Prone to depression though she hides it well, would trade anything in her life to find someone to love without fear.
₪HOBBIES; photography, writing, swimming, track, practicing magic
₪HOUSE; Ravenclaw, though Slytherin was considered
₪OTHER; nope.

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₪HOMETOWN; Greater Bristol, England
₪NOW LIVES; Hogwarts
₪FATHER; Jack Evans
₪MOTHER; Christiné Evans [separated]
₪SIBLINGS; None
₪HISTORY; Sophie never knew her mother beyond that she was a dark haired woman from Paris that disappeared shortly after giving birth to her daughter, leaving infant Sophie with her father in England. Jack Evans, though rough around the edges, was a good father and he raised his daughter as best as he could while still managing to keep a handle on the payments for their good sized house and cars. The family had money, and a good amount of it, but they still had the values of hard work and so Jack nearly worked himself to death to earn every penny to pay for the house, the extravagant cars, the ponies, whatever his daughter wanted. It was in this atmosphere that Sophie grew up, doted upon not with material items, but with love and attention, and always knowing that hard work was what got her what she wanted in life.
Her school years were uneventful to say the least; Sophie was an exceptionally bright child and passed classes in boredom, a habit that only increased with age. Her family was magical, but they spoke so little of it that Sophie often forgot. She only saw her father use magic a few times in her life, and those occasions weren’t spoken of later. They lived life as normally as possible, excommunicating her uncle, who broke away from the ‘family tradition,’ and lived his life as purely magically as he could, just to spite his father. After a few months, it was as if he never had existed.
The letter from Hogwarts was surprising at first, but Sophie probably should have seen it coming. Her temper, rare as it was, brought on strange occurrences, such as the explosion that required an entire kitchen remodel, and the items that often burst into flame once she directed her anger at them. Hogwarts was something she never wanted though, and it was only with the continuous persuasion of her father that she allowed herself to be bundled off onto the Hogwarts express, clutching the snarling silver tabby cat that came to be known as Vultus. She distanced herself from the people at Hogwarts, as it set her apart from the rest of her friends back home that had all been distraught to hear that she was leaving for a boarding school. Sophie knew that she would be easily replaced by those friends, who would soon grow away from her. She became a more short sighted type of girl with age, living for the fun and thrill of a summer fling or a few days at the beach with people that acted like her best friends, though she knew that they would never keep in touch. It was just as well though.
She loved a few times in those summers, the last of which being a blonde headed Irish boy two years her senior. When she had to confess why she couldn’t go to visit him or continue anything beyond that summer, the words that followed were enough that she couldn’t accept his heartbroken apology afterwards. She sealed him off as easily as she sealed off the people at Hogwarts, hiding her thoughts behind an icy veil. He was the last person she truly loved.

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₪NAME; username, repertoire. RL is Marie
₪AGE; 16 on Oct 12th, woot!
₪HOW YOU FOUND US; an advertisement on a site
₪EXPERIENCE; about 4 years mostly animal RPG’s, a year or so with humans.
₪OTHER;
₪ROLEPLAY SAMPLE;

Taken from my site, The Shadows of Volitare (original post below is over 1,000 words, I cut it off some so it wouldn’t be so long)

The bitch moved through the anarchous territory of the Mise A Mort lands, her moonlit pelt reflecting the sun almost blindingly as she darted across an expanse of open land, bodice crouched low to the ground so that the silken hairs of her stomach brushed against the ground. Her genetically lengthened limbs reached far out ahead of her fast moving form, hurtling the GMD shepherd along at a rapid pace that could have blown away any of the domestic mutts that were often lying about. The mise a mort territory, once feared and bypassed by any but the hellhounds and gmds, was now a free for all for any creature that just so happened to be in the area. It’s tyrannical rule had been broken, and now was awaiting someone to step back into the leaders position to lead the pack back against the city of Volitare. Galaxii herself would never step into that position, nor would she ever join the pack herself, but she could lend her help when needed, and there always seemed to be a job out there for a flying dog. Her oddities, a pair of elegant white wings, were pulled tightly into her sides, but their bulk was always noticeable, ruining the streamlined silhouette of the canines form, and making her impossible to blend in to any surrounding except for pure white snow.

-- The day itself was a pleasant one, temperatures spiking up into the hotter side of things, but it was nothing that the fataline couldn’t handle. Compared to the glaring light of the sun, heat was nothing. Her eyes had been operated on countless times in the labs in the futile attempt to give Galaxii night vision and a type of zooming vision that allowed her to focus in on a distant object, much like a pair of binoculars. The operation in her left eye failed entirely, leaving her blind on that side, but the right one had its varying levels of success. Her eyesight in that eye was unsurpassable, she was able to pick out a rabbit in thick brush from hundreds of yards away and see perfectly in pitch black, but she was the most vulnerable in the bright sunlight of midday, when her dilated occules burned and stung with the intensity of the light and she was forced to keep her gaze down or to go entirely blind with her crimson gaze shut tight. She chose now to unfurl one of her wings and drape it across her lowered façade, blocking out enough sunlight so that she could pick her way daintily through the more wooded parts of the territory, moving with a silent efficiency derived from months of having to do so to keep herself hidden and alive. Living on her own with genetic mutations that made her entirely too vulnerable left little room for error on Galaxii’s part…….

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