BETH, sophia m.

[kendall meliss.]

Name: Sophia Marie Beth
Age: fifteen
Gender: Female
Position: Student
Gift: ILLUSIONIST.
Gift Specification:

Due to her lack of experience with the gift, the amount she understands and knows of it is minuscule. She see's things that her subconscious conjures, but has not properly tried to use it consciously.

Awareness: Unaware
Personality:

Her frail body shakes with every movement, her fingers twitching with anticipation. With every step and breath, she is cautious and careful. She is scared to where each road will take her. What the next hallway will lead her to. But as to why she is so scared? What is she afraid of? Something she can't seem to get away from: herself.

Her mind plays tricks on her, making her see things. She is unsure as to what is real, and what is just an illusion. She has a hard time making her mind on things, and deciding which choice is right and wrong. She doesn't trust herself, which of course means she has a dangerously low self esteem. But underneath all that, she can be a sweet girl. She's often compared to a cat having a heart attack. Her heart is constantly accelerating, beating faster and faster. " scaredy cat " is a popular nick name.

Appearance:

Her locks fall to her waist, long and flowing. Her hair has a curly temperament, but she refuses to have that, and straightens it regularly. A dark brown color coats her naturally blonde hair. Yes, she has dyed it. Many times, to the point where her hair is frayed, burnt, and dried out to the extreme. However, she still makes sure her crazy hair is still somewhat in fashion.

With being " insane " comes bad habits and self hate. She is dangerously skinny, her bones on display through her flesh. Purple circles hang under her eyes, portraying her lack of sleep due to excessive nightmares.

History:

Falling unto her pillow, she reluctantly closed her eyes. She was afraid of what she was to dream, but she knew she needed rest...

She found herself in her old home. She saw her younger self, curled up on the couch. She couldn't know her age, but she presumed only weeks before her arrival at the institute. Her parents were on the exact opposite end of the furnishing, attempting to approach her. But with every movement they made, she cringed. She screamed in protest as they tried to come near her shivering body.

The older, ghost like Sophia walked over to her younger, dream self. She was crying, pulling her legs closer to her chest, never getting close enough. Sophia understood the scene that was going on. Through the younger girl's eyes were two monsters coming to her. Their faces were filled with rows of teeth, and their eyes glowing shades of rouge. She recalled this memory, it was of a previous time in life..

She remembered what happened next. She stayed there all night, with the two " monsters " still attempting to talk to her. The useless attempt continued to morning. The mother figure urged the male to check the post, and he did so. He returned with a letter from Hollowcove. Together they read it, and looked at their tortured daughter who wouldn't even spare a glance their way. They decided it was best.

RP Example:

It was fifth hour, and it had only just begun. It was literature, one of her least favorite classes. This class had books. Books were bad. Very bad. They contained fantasy, fiction, imagination, and unknown creatures. Adventures, lies, love, lust. All of this triggered things in her mind that scared her. All of it could be true, or false.

The teacher scolded her for her glazed look, explaining how modern culture revolves around the books we read today. How it was imperative that we read. That she needed to pay attention, or be sent to confinement. She shook in her chair, almost happy with that solution. It was better than getting ideas from this ridiculous class.

Slowly the instructor began telling a child's story. It was labled, " where the wild things are. " It told of monsters, and a boy. A boy that was sent there after not having supper. The creatures he met, and were threatened by. She quivered in her seat, her mind working hard to block the words she spoke. But try as she might, she couldn't help let loose a whimper, and shortly after, a high pitched scream. The class laughed, for being scared by a children's bed time story was indeed a laughing matter. The teacher somewhat growled, and sent her to the hall with a veracious voice.

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Relationships:

not applicable.

Other:

well hullo there.

[.Kanari.]

Accepted