Post by sophia on Oct 26, 2014 9:47:46 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
▶ sophia rosenburg, boure. physis/frostbite.
▶ NAME:
sophia abigail rosenburg
▶ AGE:
twenty-five
▶ GENDER:
female
▶ HOMETOWN:
SINNOH, and solaceon town
▶ AFFILIATION:
boure
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
pokemon contest queen/boure spy (overseer)
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
she has many names, but she knows who she is. sophia has never had the luxury of untangling herself from the past.
she's frostbite on the stage.
(they call her frost bitch backstage. what they don't know is that it's taking the teenage girl everything she can to not cry before she's even called to take her place in the spotlight. or maybe they do. it's all the same to hyenas who fight for the same slab of meat. the frost bitch thinks that she can win the hearts of the people -- how insulting. her knees shake, and she locks them. she weaponizes their words into strength)
(her knees are still locked by the time that she faces her audience. "good afternoon. i am frostbite.")
(they will learn that the only true winters are the ones that sting. the papers say that the name doesn't suit such a beautiful and talented girl. )
(the papers say a lot of things. frostbite lets them squabble over the petty things while she tries not to burn her fourty-fifth poffin.)
she's physis in the field.
(physis is real, she's raw, and she keeps a grieving ghost tethered to the ground.)
(grief is not a weakness. grief is the only thing that gets her out of bed, some days. those are the days when she thinks that the only thing worse than dying for a cause is dying for nothing at all.)
(but only just, and she will not die for any cause but her own. she's taught herself better than that.)
(she breathes in the morning fog and decides that her head is a warmer place after all. that's okay. physis has never trusted a warmth freely given.)
she's sophia to people who love her truly.
(being sophia isn't just about setting her sword down. it's about not having to pick it up ever again. for now, it's only a name to be shuffled away in a set of dusty legal documents that nobody ever reads.)
she's frostbite on the stage.
(they call her frost bitch backstage. what they don't know is that it's taking the teenage girl everything she can to not cry before she's even called to take her place in the spotlight. or maybe they do. it's all the same to hyenas who fight for the same slab of meat. the frost bitch thinks that she can win the hearts of the people -- how insulting. her knees shake, and she locks them. she weaponizes their words into strength)
(her knees are still locked by the time that she faces her audience. "good afternoon. i am frostbite.")
(they will learn that the only true winters are the ones that sting. the papers say that the name doesn't suit such a beautiful and talented girl. )
(the papers say a lot of things. frostbite lets them squabble over the petty things while she tries not to burn her fourty-fifth poffin.)
she's physis in the field.
(physis is real, she's raw, and she keeps a grieving ghost tethered to the ground.)
(grief is not a weakness. grief is the only thing that gets her out of bed, some days. those are the days when she thinks that the only thing worse than dying for a cause is dying for nothing at all.)
(but only just, and she will not die for any cause but her own. she's taught herself better than that.)
(she breathes in the morning fog and decides that her head is a warmer place after all. that's okay. physis has never trusted a warmth freely given.)
she's sophia to people who love her truly.
(being sophia isn't just about setting her sword down. it's about not having to pick it up ever again. for now, it's only a name to be shuffled away in a set of dusty legal documents that nobody ever reads.)
▶ HISTORY:
hearthome city is, as far as any citizen is concerned, the center of the world. it just wasn't the center of hers. she had been born in solaceon town, and that wasn't always something that she would admit on magazine interviews. now, she picks out the novice journalists by whether or not they ask the question at all.
she doesn't talk about the fire. that's a story that she leaves up to her manager. nobody wants to talk about the little girl who had died that day. they only want to talk about what's left of the ashes.
she heads southwest with her brother. they carve out an unstable existence, but they're in no position to be picky.
("skill can be acquired. grace can be learned." the man in the brown hat looks at her seriously. "those are not the things that i am looking for. you will have both as long as you do not break.")
she outearns her brother in time. sophia hides the oven burns on her fingers and she wipes the blood from her ears when she goes home. nobody ever sees the hundreds of hours of practice in every three minutes performance. sophia prefers to keep it that way. nobody wants to see a work in progress, and the important thing is to give the world what it wants.
she doesn't think highly of rebellion. neither does her brother. he takes up the league's uniform. blessed are the peacekeepers, champions of the just.
(don't hurt me, don't hurt him)
they had a lot of time together. it should have been enough. what can one man's love compare with the adoration of thousands?
(what can the adoration of thousands compare with the love of one man?)
their peace is a false one. she wants the one that is real, the one that won't betray her afterwards. she chooses boure. she chooses the ending that she can be condemned for. if she's going to hell, then it's going to be for the things that she's actually done.
she doesn't talk about the fire. that's a story that she leaves up to her manager. nobody wants to talk about the little girl who had died that day. they only want to talk about what's left of the ashes.
she heads southwest with her brother. they carve out an unstable existence, but they're in no position to be picky.
("skill can be acquired. grace can be learned." the man in the brown hat looks at her seriously. "those are not the things that i am looking for. you will have both as long as you do not break.")
she outearns her brother in time. sophia hides the oven burns on her fingers and she wipes the blood from her ears when she goes home. nobody ever sees the hundreds of hours of practice in every three minutes performance. sophia prefers to keep it that way. nobody wants to see a work in progress, and the important thing is to give the world what it wants.
she doesn't think highly of rebellion. neither does her brother. he takes up the league's uniform. blessed are the peacekeepers, champions of the just.
(don't hurt me, don't hurt him)
they had a lot of time together. it should have been enough. what can one man's love compare with the adoration of thousands?
(what can the adoration of thousands compare with the love of one man?)
their peace is a false one. she wants the one that is real, the one that won't betray her afterwards. she chooses boure. she chooses the ending that she can be condemned for. if she's going to hell, then it's going to be for the things that she's actually done.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
characters are allowed eight pokemon - six in their team, two in the pc - with four moves, one of which may be a tm/hm/tutor/egg move. three of the eight pokemon may be rares.
 fantine. ♀. snow cloak.
|  sid. ♂. overgrow.
|
 charlie. ♂. inner focus.
|  aaron. ♂. huge power.
|
 stan. ♂. sturdy.
|  allen. ♂. synchronize.
|
 ursula. ♀. synchronize.
|  diana. ♀. normalize.
|
▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
redox kun
▶ EXPERIENCE:
i probably should have quit literal years ago lmao
▶ CHARACTERS:
nanami
▶ FACE CLAIM:
PRINCESS OF THE CRYSTAL from mawaru penguindrum
NETTE OF IS
