ABOUT YOU
Name: Jess
Age: 17
Contact Info: Jessie_corbin@hotmail.co.uk
How you found us: I play here already

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Sorin Richards
Nicknames: Sor. Richards.
Character age: 25
Birthdate: December 1982
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? yes, she’s a firebug
Strengths:
•She’s persistant
•She’s knows when to shut up
•She’s loyal
•Can follow orders
•She’d a good friend

Weaknesses
•She’s persistent
•Her flare for drama
•Children
•Chocolate

Weapons carried on person: her power.

Tell me about yourself
Hair color/style: Naturally red/ auburn but she’s added, orange/gold/caramel streaks into it. It stops at her shoulder blades and is normally worn down.
Eye color: hazel brown.
Portrayal: Marguerite Moreau
Picture:



Physical description:

Sorin leans heavily to the Gothic style of clothes when she’s in a mood. Normally it’s just black everything, shirts, jeans, boots. She doesn’t care what people think of her, the way she sees it is if you’re comfortable then what’s the problem? Her look on life can change with whatever is happening around her, she can watch someone get hurt and not bat an eyelid as it was their mistake, but confront her with someone weaker getting hurt for other peoples screw ups and then its like dealing with a hound of hell. She’s protective and very indifferent at the same time. Visible ventures…A scar from wrist to elbow on her left arm, a black rose tattoo just under her right ear and a small half moon scar just at the corner of eye. With her style of clothes she wears all kinds of jewelry but instead of silver she wears platinum.

Likes:
•The dark
•Vampires
•Shape shifters
•Sleeping the day away
•Watching Family guy
•Poetry
•Music
•Cooking
•Hot chocolate
•Meeting people

Dislikes:
•People the discredit the supernatural
•People that take what they want form weaker people
•Coffee
•Loud music like hip hop
•Water
•Lying but she will do it
•Being the center of attention

Fears:
•Her ‘family’ being killed
•Her power sometimes
•Her nightmares

Nervous habits:

•She looks for an easy escape if she’s nervous and confronted with something that she hates.
•Fussing with her clothes.

Personality description:

Sorin is quick tempered and a hot head. She doesn’t like sitting around and prefers to be doing something useful. She’s loyal to her friends and gives respect to the people that deserve it but expects that it’s given in return. In a way she’s a lot like fire, warm to some people and extremely aggressive to others like a wild fire. However her actions speak louder then words and while she will back up threats she can also walk away. She’s just full of contradictions really. Her view on the world is simple; the world doesn’t evolve around her so why should she worry about the world when you should live everyday to the full like its your last.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Scarlet Hemmingfeild, 49 years old.
Siblings: Matthew Hemmingfeild, 29 years old.
Children: No

History:

Sorin never knew her biological parents and as a result grew up in the foster system. For as long as she can remember she has been moved from home to home because of what she can do. No one wanted a child that could start fires at will. Her childhood was uneventful really, she never stayed at any school to long for bullying and fighting or she was moved into a new family’s home. As the result of that she fell into the wrong crowds as she hit her teenage years. Drugs, Alcohol and death seemed to have taken over her priorities kicking homework and boyfriends out of the window.

When she was fourteen years old she came to a family called the Hemmingfeilds. They had been told what she was and what she could do if she put her mind to it. They accepted her and treated her like any other child that they had taken in. They even let her vent when things got too hard for her to deal with, the shed at the bottom of their garden didn’t last long. The thing that really struck home, even with being able to do what she could do was the control she needed. Accidentally while she was sleeping one night she set fire to the room she was sleeping in. Scarlet was the first out of the house but her husband, James Hemmingfeild, never made it, he suffered a heart attack while sleeping and as her adoptive brother tried to go in the firefighters held him back. She could have gone in but fear held her back while the fire ‘called’ to her. She was eighteen at the time that happened. Old enough to move out on her own and start a life but something had made her stay with the family that really acted like a family to her.

The funeral went by and even though she felt they blamed her they never did. So for the next year and a half nothing much happened. She tried to not use her power but sometimes she had to let go. She made sure she was away from anyone so she wouldn’t hurt anyone like James. Matthew mover out, he got a job as a reporter for News 24, the kind that went all over the world. And when he was told to go to Miami he did…but he took her with him as a treat. Its where she’s spent the last few years of her life keeping as low a profile as she could even when Matthew returned to London to be with him mum. They keep in touch of course but for all intense and purposes, Sorin Richards stay’s in Miami enjoying what life gives her.

Writing Sample:

Cocking her head to the side as the red head scanned down the index page she sighed heavily “You know Blake, one of these days I’m going to buy a UV light and it’ll fry your arse when you perv on me.” Looking up from the page she grinned at the window and the vampire grinning back at her. The guy wasn’t much older then her, one of the new undead from what she’d learnt playing twenty questions on a slow night. Ah what the heck, he was just a cool guy and she enjoyed the company on a night.

“Sweetheart, would I really take such an advantage of a young girl. You wound me.”

Watching as he placed a hand over his heart she quirked and eyebrow, the reading glasses perched on her nose slipped down a notch as she did it. So maybe it was more then friendship they had going for them…like the occasional game off pool was one thing but calling her sweetheart, now she knew that he’d been dropped on his head as a child. “Bite me fang boy!” setting the stool back down on four legs instead of two she stood up, the Doc Martins thumping down on the linum flooring as the vampire chuckled, he would probably take her up on the offer as well when it suited him.


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Anything else? Not that I can think of

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