ABOUT YOU
Name: Call me Adrian
Age: 18
Contact Info: priklypear@gmail.com
How you found us: A site a long, long, time ago

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Sophia Cromwell
Nicknames: Sophie, Soph
Character age: 22
Birthdate: April 22
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Sophia is a touch clairvoyant and can see many nightmares and fantasies through her interaction with objects. Because of her extreme sensitivity to objects, Sophia is often seen wearing gloves.
Strengths: Her experience with clairvoyancy and the supernatural has contributed to her ability to stretch beyond simply seeing things. Sophia, when making contact to an especially metaphysically weak person, can breech their shields and read minds. This ability has caused her to undergo more than most people, and has scared her into ensuring that she is careful with her actions. [note the gloves]
Weaknesses Sophia has seen a lot. She is not physically strong, but in her powers metaphysically she is. However, because of the way she sees things, she has seen more than she should have in many cases. Having been scarred by negative experiences and retaining them inwardly, Sophia suffers much emotional baggage. Finally, Sophia is extremely submissive and compliant to her Master. She has become a willing vampire junkie and pomme de sang throughout her years, and seeks that position here in a new city.
Weapons carried on person: Usually none, but does have a small handgun which she occasionally carries in her purse, or an array of dmall daggers.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: A natural reddish color with flecks of strawberry blond
Eye colour: A vivid green
Portrayal: Model named Heather
Picture:
Physical description: Sophia has simple elegance in all of her mannerisms. Her skin is a milky white, not that of unhealthiness, but that of the purest clean complexion. Bright emerald eyes shine from beneath waves of long tight red curls, and pop with a usual black outlining. Sophia's make-up is typically very little, or very dramatic, depending on whether or not she has to play eye-candy and pet for her vampire counterparts, or if she's simply lounging around the manor in her Master's bedroom. High heels, usually stilettos, are frequently adorning her feet and click along the marble floors. Long legs rarely are concealed with tights, but are rather flaunted in their every way. She's not usually seen in typical casual wear, and is known to wear designer clothing and lingerie, including more silk and cashmere than most people wear in a lifetime. Her ripe breasts are a c-cup and are not hidden in their fullness very often. Various bite scars adorn her body, but are all neat and dainty from where she has let herself be taken too far. The only other mark on her body, is the single ear piercing she has in each ear, and a belly button piercing. Both frequently have gold jewlery in [so as to avoid a silver reaction with her partner], and a glistening shine in her ensemble.

Likes:
-vampires
-lycanthropes
-pain during pleasure
-pleasure
-closeness
-eyes
-cuddling
-birth control pills
-seafood
-blood
-women
-men
-beasts [as in shifted lycans... and i mean in the sexual sense]
Dislikes:
-politics
-baggy clothing
-anti-supernatural
-protesters
-early morning
-waking up early
-tea
-loneliness
Fears:
-being disowned
-ignorance
-pregnancy
Nervous habits:
Sophia will twirl her hair around her fingertips when she's nervous, and/or bite her lip. She is known for her innocent expression during this time, during which she appears vulnerable, especially politically speaking.

Personality description: Sophia is point blank submissive. She has spent her entire life as victim to her father's wrath and lives on her own at last. After being his pet for many years of her life, she has an inborn nature of blind submission. After her life-changing experience with her father, Soph has restricted her clairvoyancy. By wearing gloves, she has taken the precaution for herself and those around her. Overall, Sophia is timid because of her nature, but will defend her master and herself where necessary. She will let herself be abused, battered and bent, but never will she let herself be broken.


Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Oliver Cromwell & Micheala O'Neill
Siblings: None
Children: Most DEFINITELY none

History: Sophia was born into a family with two arguing parents and an all-around unstable household. As a child, Sophia experienced her mother going through chemotherapy for breast cancer. After her pet rabbit died at age five, Sophia sat mourning its death for weeks. Running her hands through the cage and touching the bedding the rabbit slept on in its last dying breaths, the young Sophia was able to feel the rabbit in her hands again, and see the creature in its last painful days. But as the small girl told her drunken father that she had played with her rabbit again. Furious at the girl and calling her a wretched curse, the cage was burned in the fire that night and with it the last remains the little girl in red pigtails had.

A few years passed and soon Sophia was entering adolescence. The cancer that had seemed to be getting better in Micheala was only getting worse, and soon enough her mother disappeared. She had gone to chemotherapy and not come home, or so her father had said, and despite Sophia's desparate pleas, no action was made to contact the authorities. By now, Sophia was learning what exactly her powers meant. At age 16, Sophia approached the drunken man that was her father in the midst of the night in one of his drunken stupors. He was asleep on the couch and it was one more time she needed his attention for one reason or another. Running her palm along his hand, she tried to awaken him gently. Instead of waking the man, she awoke her metaphysical strengths, and was soon seeing a wave of images. Her parents bedroom. Their bed. Blood, lots of blood, and with it was the soundless screams of her mother. Those hands, those hands of her father, were the ones that had left her mother gone from her life forever. Gasping and choking back sobs, Sophia soon passed out, and awoke many hours later in her bed, groaning for it hurt to move. She had been dragged up the stairs and tossed into bed, and a glance in the mirror confirmed the pain to be bruising.

At long last Sophia graduated high school with those vivid images scarring her mind in slumber and awakeness. She started college, but the nightlife got the best of her. Dropping out of the local state college, Soph fell victim to the curse of the night creatures. After only a few short years of serving their kind, Sophia has grown desperate. She has a need to be needed, in a way she had never felt before, and searches for a new Master or Mistress to 'own' her in this new town.

Writing Sample: Petticoat brushed the ground in a hushed whisper, black gown following her footsteps with a click of 4 inch stilettos as she went along. It was a night for more than just pleasure for her Mistress, but a night of politics, something Sophia had never been particularly fond of. Long red curls were pulled back in a tight bun, tendrils creeping along her cheek in a splash of color that called attention to the pale flesh at the crook of her neck as their guests visited them. The still-pink marks would attract the eyes of the visitors, and make sure that this pet was not for the taking.

Body drew nearer to the dark shadow in the corner of the marble room, fake-smile glued to Sophia's lips as she nodded politely to the company in the room. Making her way to her Mistress, a low curtsy was made as the skirts were pulled aside and gathered to perform the move. Waiting to be greeted by her, Soph waited patiently. As her Mistress talk her palm in her warm hand, body pumping blood due to Sophia's own life-fluid, a shudder ran through the red-head's frame. Pale lips caressed the top of that milky white palm as the Madame released the hand and let it fall gracefully to Sophia's side. "What do you need of me my Mistress?" soft voice dainty as bells questioned softly, trying not to interrupt the vampire's affairs as a slow and almost sadistic smile crept across the undead's lips. "Ma cherie just wait. Be eye-candy for our guests- make them want you and your every voluptuous curve I get to bed each evening and make them drool with need," Sophia's Mistress stated simply as she gestured with a palm to the empty settee that had once been kept warm by the vampiress. "As you wish my master," the red-head said, and slowly gathered her skirts. Folding them as best she could, the ivory figure was soon sprawled across the white-leather.

The Mistress sat beside her, close enough so that in each passing moment her fingers could idly touch the woman that was hers in all her entirety. Shiver ran through Sophia's spine as the vampire's fingertips traced across her neck where her earlier bites were still dainty small and pink. Noting the reaction, she continued to move her touch lower, running it across the pale expanse of flesh below her neckline and across the significant amount of exposed cleavage. Lips remained shut by the porcelain doll, knowing how to remain composed by now. Resisting the urge to return the touch, to nuzzle against the warm and soft skin against her body, she lie still. Eye candy- so succulent to roll your eyes around with, but what fun is it if you can't take a taste for yourself?

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