Post by Sophie De Roux on Dec 18, 2008 22:28:53 GMT
Name: Sophie De Roux
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Appearance: Sophie is certainly no beauty. She has a face that is too square, her skin a ghastly pale pallor from spending all of her time indoors and freckles rather than tans if she braves the outdoors, and she is thin to the point of looking emaciated. Being rather tall with it, she has a somewhat storkish look. Her hair is thick, dark, and waves halfway down her back, with a fringe cut bluntly across her forehead. For the most part her hair is pulled back into a plait to keep it out of her face. Every so often her fringe grows into her eyes and she attacks it with a vengence so that it becomes too short and sticks up oddly. Her nose is small and her lips are very pale and pink.
Unfortunately poor Sophie doesn't even have very dramatic eyes; they are simply average brown, although her gaze is caught somewhere between dreamy and intelligence. Nor can she afford the fine clothes or jewels to lift her out of the ordinary. By and large she wears plain dresses or tunics and skirts in neutral colours, often with her sleeves rolled up.
Character: Sophie is not pretty and nor is she kind. She is sharp, bright, and very clever, but she worries frequently that she is boring, and her insecurities make her appear standoffish and irritable. It takes a long time to learn to like Sophie, simply because it is so easy to mistake her shyness, the way she averts her stare and appears uninterested in the people she meets, for rudeness and arrogance. The fact that she spends so long reading and studying makes her tired, which in turn makes her irritable.
Furthering to her difficulty in making friends, Sophie is a bit of an eccentric. She spends the vast majority of her time alone, lost in her studies, and is only really interested in other people on an intellectual basis. She has little sympathy for ignorance, and while she may become animated, happy even, in the presence of her intellectual equals, she finds it difficult to socialise with people just for the sake of socialising, despite her infrequent wishes to just be.
Despite all this, once Sophie really connects with someone she truly values their friendship. It is more the fact that she only really values the kind of friend she can talk endlessly into the night with that limits her socially.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Her great mind and intelligence is her greatest and more or less only asset. She is insecure, proud, and has a ruthlessness which surfaces as she seeks to increase her influence in academic and powerful circles.
Magic: She knows no magic and is even a little wary of it due to her Catholic upbringing. However, she more recently has become to appreciate it as a vast ocean of unkown knowledge and consequently is intrigued by it.
Weaponary Skills: She wouldn't know a sword if someone ran her through with one (Well I suppose that might give her a bit of an idea, but basically she knows nothing about weaponary whatsoever)
Character History: Sophie was born and raised in the North of France; her name "De Roux" comes because of her father's flaming red hair. Her family were not wealthy themselves, but had the kind of connections that allowed Sophie to be sent to study at a convent, where she met her great love - knowledge. Due to this upbringing she learnt nothing of magic or men save that they were referred to in a vague way that suggested that they were to be avoided at all costs. While it quickly becamse clear to the Nuns raising her that Sophie's love of studying vastly surpassed her love of good, she was a good child who caused little trouble save for the occasional theological rows she would get into, and so she was allowed to complete her time there until she reached the age of eighteen, when they allowed her to decide for herself what she was to do next.
Having been growing increasingly curious about the mysterious field of magic, Sophie elected to continue her studies in England, where she had heard that the use of magic was spreading, in particular centring around sn enigmatic figure by the name of Merlin.
When she first arrived Sophie found the language barrier enormously troublesome - there were no books in her native tongue for a start - but with a tutor who had spent a time in France, a quick mind, and no other way of accessing her beloved books than by learning English, she soon picked up the basics and just over a year later can speak the language to a very reasonable level.
She has found her time here exciting insofar as she has been able to begin her reading on magic, but knowing none of it herself and little of it being documented on paper, she desperately wants to be able to meet some actual magic-users. Unfortunately for her, her poor social skills and reluctance to go out and meet any people at all have slowed her plans somewhat, but that remains her aim.
Additional Information: Nada
Sample Roleplay: Sophie irritably pushed her sleeve up her arm for the thousandth time that evening, smearing inky hands over her dress and scratching her hand on the corner of a book as she did so. Frowning and muttering vague French cursory remarks beneath her breath, she sucked on the faintly bleeding scratch only to spit repeatedly at the floor as her mouth was infused with the taste of ink. Letting out a long, defeated wail, the girl collapsed on the table in front of her, papers flying, ink smudging, hair trailing. She was so tired, and she couldn't even rub her eyes for fear of filling them with ink as well.
The faint sliver of moonlight penetrating the room told her that she had once again worked well into the night, losing track of time the moment she begun to scribble away on the parchment before her. Her candle had burnt low; she was sure it couldn't be doing her sight any good to read by such a dim light, but she couldn't risk any more light in case she woke up one of the other residents. This school was very different to her last; while there was an annex in which a lot of religious women lived, there were also a lot of priests and scholars who lived here. This was what she had chosen, but she still felt uncomfortable in the presence of men, and she was very aware that they all regarded her as an inferior. SHould they see her now, they would only speak kindly and tell her to get some sleep.
Propping her head up on her hands, Sophie wondered whether they would ever accept her seriously as an academic. She knew it was very doubtful, especially when they observed her eccentric manner or writing long into the night - but that was exactly why she had to continue writing in this way. If they wouldn't listen to her now, if she could just document her ideas, get them written down, submit them on paper... even if she were laughed at, maybe someone someday would find inspiration and truth within its pages.
...Then again, maybe they would simply never be finished. There were vast gaps in her knowledge, ones that could only be filled through an experience of living life. Something that Sophie knew little about. Sighing wearily, Sophie resolved, as she did every night, that the next day she would begin trying to track down Merlin.
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Appearance: Sophie is certainly no beauty. She has a face that is too square, her skin a ghastly pale pallor from spending all of her time indoors and freckles rather than tans if she braves the outdoors, and she is thin to the point of looking emaciated. Being rather tall with it, she has a somewhat storkish look. Her hair is thick, dark, and waves halfway down her back, with a fringe cut bluntly across her forehead. For the most part her hair is pulled back into a plait to keep it out of her face. Every so often her fringe grows into her eyes and she attacks it with a vengence so that it becomes too short and sticks up oddly. Her nose is small and her lips are very pale and pink.
Unfortunately poor Sophie doesn't even have very dramatic eyes; they are simply average brown, although her gaze is caught somewhere between dreamy and intelligence. Nor can she afford the fine clothes or jewels to lift her out of the ordinary. By and large she wears plain dresses or tunics and skirts in neutral colours, often with her sleeves rolled up.
Character: Sophie is not pretty and nor is she kind. She is sharp, bright, and very clever, but she worries frequently that she is boring, and her insecurities make her appear standoffish and irritable. It takes a long time to learn to like Sophie, simply because it is so easy to mistake her shyness, the way she averts her stare and appears uninterested in the people she meets, for rudeness and arrogance. The fact that she spends so long reading and studying makes her tired, which in turn makes her irritable.
Furthering to her difficulty in making friends, Sophie is a bit of an eccentric. She spends the vast majority of her time alone, lost in her studies, and is only really interested in other people on an intellectual basis. She has little sympathy for ignorance, and while she may become animated, happy even, in the presence of her intellectual equals, she finds it difficult to socialise with people just for the sake of socialising, despite her infrequent wishes to just be.
Despite all this, once Sophie really connects with someone she truly values their friendship. It is more the fact that she only really values the kind of friend she can talk endlessly into the night with that limits her socially.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Her great mind and intelligence is her greatest and more or less only asset. She is insecure, proud, and has a ruthlessness which surfaces as she seeks to increase her influence in academic and powerful circles.
Magic: She knows no magic and is even a little wary of it due to her Catholic upbringing. However, she more recently has become to appreciate it as a vast ocean of unkown knowledge and consequently is intrigued by it.
Weaponary Skills: She wouldn't know a sword if someone ran her through with one (Well I suppose that might give her a bit of an idea, but basically she knows nothing about weaponary whatsoever)
Character History: Sophie was born and raised in the North of France; her name "De Roux" comes because of her father's flaming red hair. Her family were not wealthy themselves, but had the kind of connections that allowed Sophie to be sent to study at a convent, where she met her great love - knowledge. Due to this upbringing she learnt nothing of magic or men save that they were referred to in a vague way that suggested that they were to be avoided at all costs. While it quickly becamse clear to the Nuns raising her that Sophie's love of studying vastly surpassed her love of good, she was a good child who caused little trouble save for the occasional theological rows she would get into, and so she was allowed to complete her time there until she reached the age of eighteen, when they allowed her to decide for herself what she was to do next.
Having been growing increasingly curious about the mysterious field of magic, Sophie elected to continue her studies in England, where she had heard that the use of magic was spreading, in particular centring around sn enigmatic figure by the name of Merlin.
When she first arrived Sophie found the language barrier enormously troublesome - there were no books in her native tongue for a start - but with a tutor who had spent a time in France, a quick mind, and no other way of accessing her beloved books than by learning English, she soon picked up the basics and just over a year later can speak the language to a very reasonable level.
She has found her time here exciting insofar as she has been able to begin her reading on magic, but knowing none of it herself and little of it being documented on paper, she desperately wants to be able to meet some actual magic-users. Unfortunately for her, her poor social skills and reluctance to go out and meet any people at all have slowed her plans somewhat, but that remains her aim.
Additional Information: Nada
Sample Roleplay: Sophie irritably pushed her sleeve up her arm for the thousandth time that evening, smearing inky hands over her dress and scratching her hand on the corner of a book as she did so. Frowning and muttering vague French cursory remarks beneath her breath, she sucked on the faintly bleeding scratch only to spit repeatedly at the floor as her mouth was infused with the taste of ink. Letting out a long, defeated wail, the girl collapsed on the table in front of her, papers flying, ink smudging, hair trailing. She was so tired, and she couldn't even rub her eyes for fear of filling them with ink as well.
The faint sliver of moonlight penetrating the room told her that she had once again worked well into the night, losing track of time the moment she begun to scribble away on the parchment before her. Her candle had burnt low; she was sure it couldn't be doing her sight any good to read by such a dim light, but she couldn't risk any more light in case she woke up one of the other residents. This school was very different to her last; while there was an annex in which a lot of religious women lived, there were also a lot of priests and scholars who lived here. This was what she had chosen, but she still felt uncomfortable in the presence of men, and she was very aware that they all regarded her as an inferior. SHould they see her now, they would only speak kindly and tell her to get some sleep.
Propping her head up on her hands, Sophie wondered whether they would ever accept her seriously as an academic. She knew it was very doubtful, especially when they observed her eccentric manner or writing long into the night - but that was exactly why she had to continue writing in this way. If they wouldn't listen to her now, if she could just document her ideas, get them written down, submit them on paper... even if she were laughed at, maybe someone someday would find inspiration and truth within its pages.
...Then again, maybe they would simply never be finished. There were vast gaps in her knowledge, ones that could only be filled through an experience of living life. Something that Sophie knew little about. Sighing wearily, Sophie resolved, as she did every night, that the next day she would begin trying to track down Merlin.
