DIOLI, SOFIA LUANA

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* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Sofia Luana Dioli

NICKNAMES Sophie

DATE OF BIRTH February 17th

AGE Fifteen

GRADE/YEAR 10th

ELEMENT Wind

SEXUALITY Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Dakota Fanning

EYE COLOUR Blue-Gray

HAIR COLOUR Blonde

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5' 0” and 110lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Sofia's ear are pierced and she has a faded burn scar on her left ankle from a camping accident.

CLOTHING STYLE The young girl tends to wear functional clothing that allows her free movement. She hates tight clothing as it makes her feel trapped. There are a lot of long skirts in her wardrobe.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Diligent
  
• Very good listener
  
• Friendly
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Stubborn
  
• Low self esteem
  
• Indecisive
  

LIKES

• Painting
  
• Climbing trees
  
• Learning
  
• Puzzles
  
• Her pet rat Espresso
  

DISLIKES

• Being lied to or manipulated
  
• Failing at something
  
• Spicy food
  
• Being dirty
  
• Being late
  

STRENGTHS

• Intelligent and a quick learner
  
• A good friend
  
• Determined
  

WEAKNESSES

• Overly trusting, thus easily manipulated
  
• Constantly stressed out for worries that she isn't good enough
  
• Tends to let others tell her what to do
  

FEARS

• Fire
  
• Trusting the wrong people
  
• Deep water
  

BEST MEMORY
Sofia's best memory is when her twin siblings were born. After the camping accident years ago her parents had been distant and they didn't go out as a family like they used to. Now that she had a younger brother and sister to teach and play with, she no longer felt so alone.

WORST MEMORY
Her darkest memory on the other hand, is when she and her family went camping some years ago. Before her twin siblings were born the Dioli family used to go on outings together. Camping, hiking, and other various bits of outdoor fun. The last night of one particular adventure, her father and a coworker that had come along were drinking and enjoying the evening, her mother was sleeping in the camper, and Sophie was listening to 'Uncle' Charles tell stories. Sometime after Sofia went to bed, she woke up after having been placed into the water of the nearby lake.

During the night the camper had caught on fire and she hadn't woken up, the smoke had almost killed her. As her uncle dragged her and her mother out, their clothing had caught on fire. Her mother had placed her in the shallow water to put out the fires on her as Uncle John went back to help her father get his coworker out of the blaze.

LONG-TERM GOAL Sofia wants more than anything to be an actress on the big stage. None of that fake Hollywood crap, no, she wants to act, sing, and dance on Broadway.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Rosaline Sofia Dioli (46), Secretary.

FATHER Dommin Eddard Dioli (53), Mechanic.

SIBLINGS Mimi Rosaline Dioli (6), Youngin. & Donavin Charles Dioli (6), Youngster.

OTHER 'Uncle' John (67), Musician

HISTORY

Sofia's parents have kept to themselves over the years, and as such, their oldest daughter isn't up to date on her spontaneous people skills. Other than her uncle, she didn't have much contact with anyone outside of her family. When her brother and sister were born, Sofia was over joyed, as now she had someone to play with. Since Mimi and Donavin have come around, she's only had experience with littler children.

Her first year at the academy was a disaster in her mind. The girl didn't know how to interact with anyone, she didn't know who she was supposed to talk to and who she wasn't supposed to talk to, and to make it all worse, her abilities were being very stubborn and didn't want to catch up with the skill level of her peers. Now that she has had a bit of time to learn what being around people is like, she hopes that she'll fit in a little better now.

The life of the young Sophia hasn't been too extravagant. Her parents make enough to send her and her siblings to school, and now that her abilities have manifested, send her to the academy. Since the family stopped going trips, there has been a bit of pocket money to play with, so her clothing has been nice and up to date with the current styles.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Duckie

YOUR AGE Twenty going on five

RP EXPERIENCE Right about 8 years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? A banner on The Underground

SECRET WORD Correct

RP SAMPLE
This is from a character on another site. Sorry about the length. If you would prefer I found a shorter one, just let me know.

It was a lovely day and Jekyll was going to make the most of the beautiful atmosphere and go for a stroll. The Hunter grabbed a few things for personal safety just in case, (it was a force of habit that he had formed quickly after becoming involved in his particular profession), and donned his long jacket. The afternoon wasn't particularly cool, but it was windy and he feared a chill after the sun got lower for he doubted he would be home before sunset. Aside from that fact, the man had one of those itching feelings that he was going to need it. Jekyll had long ago learned to never, EVER ignore his sixth sense, it had many times over been his savior. Even if it were a false alarm, it did no harm to be prepared. This was a mantra he lived by, and it would make you think that he was a high strung, overly cautious brute ready to swing the ax down on any unsuspecting head. He was really rather laid back, not quite apathetic to his own plights, but it could seem that way to others because Jekyll lived his life alone. It wasn’t much of a personal choice, moreover one of safety. He didn’t want to drag someone into danger that wouldn’t otherwise have been a hit for the rebels or a freed slave with an ax to grind. He smirked as he thought to himself; the rebellion would probably commend him if they would take the time to see what he did for them instead of issuing a call for his blood because he was a Hunter. He may have been a Hunter, but he worked to keep those out of slavery that shouldn’t be, and if the buyer who came to him went to another with the same hit, he’d slip a little gold into the hand of the scavenger and they would leave well enough alone. And if they didn’t? Well… they’d be looking for a new job.

As for today, he had decided was going to be a casual day, so he was in a pair of faded jeans and a nice black T-shirt with a stylish print on the front and down one side. He wasn’t in anything too spectacular, but nothing too drab. Nothing the man owned could be described as drab, simply because he had an image to maintain as much as he hated having to live up to others standards. But it kept his reputation high and brought in the money he could send to his family and general funds so he didn't complain too much. Not that he had anyone to complain too... he was a rather lonely person. He paused for a moment, wondering why he kept thinking about that tonight. It normally didn’t bother him, and he absorbed all his social interaction through the local bars and dance clubs, just sitting around telling stories with people, dancing and laughing, taking nothing for granted.

The Hunter tried to keep his thoughts from threading down the previous path as he stepped out of his house and locked up. He walked down the sidewalk, his feet going ahead of him in a regular fashion. He had taken this path many times and his mind shifted through various appointments he had to keep throughout the week, letting the thoughts pass without much effort. The coming weeks ahead of him looked dull and uneventful. No one had hired him to make a hit recently and Club Zero didn’t require any new shipments from him, things were cooling down for a while. It was summer so everyone had either grabbed up all their slaves already or where in the process of dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s of their various deals. Could it be that he was slipping and the people didn’t like the way he dealt anymore? Or maybe he was just taking his job too seriously and needed to learn to enjoy some time off.

So, with that in mind, he purchased a bag of birdseed from one of the many vendors once he hit the grand park. It was always one of his favorite things to do really, stop and take time to feed the birds. It reminded him of his days back home before he moved to the big city to support his family. Feeding the chickens as a little boy, playing in the fields, chasing after the dogs in the huge fields.. Plopping himself on a bench, he threw the seed out around him like he did years and years go, birds flocking around him eager to nab up the seed on the ground. Jekyll laughed, it was a deep rumble in his chest, the man couldn’t help but enjoy the simpler things in life. He just wished the rest of this terrible city could stop and do the same instead of looking down their noses at everyone around them trying to have a pissing contest with everything that took in air. And so he watched them, the slaves, and the masters, the neutrals who really could care less and were making their way through life, and the animals who lived in oblivion of the troubles of man. He eased himself back against the bench and let his head fall back taking a deep breath before contentedly returning to his people watching.

Today really was a beautiful day he decided.

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[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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* accepted ,

WELCOME___TO THE ACADEMY !

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