Post by Sophia Lane on Apr 1, 2016 12:49:13 GMT 2
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Sophia Marie Lane
the basics
NICKNAME. Sophie, Laney
AGE. 26
BIRTHDAY. May 6th 1990
MEMBER GROUP. Civilians
RANK.
GENDER. female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. hetero
ACCENT & NATIONALITY. MidWestern - Ohio
LOYALTY.Her morals/personal code
the life style
OCCUPATION. Diner Waitress
ADDICTIONS & SICKNESS. Sleeping pills (Ambien - Can't sleep without them), Insomnia
the looks
FACECLAIM. Dianna Agron
HEIGHT. 5'4
EYE & HAIR COLOR. hazel/blonde
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Birthmark on left hip, faint scar on the right side of her throat at the bottom.
APPEARANCE. Sophia is not the flashiest peacock in the flock. It's not that she's an ugly woman she just doesn't like to stand out in the crowd. She tends to wear modest clothes. Her fanciest dress is the one she got from the local Target store to go to church in on Sundays. At work she's in her diner uniform, a throwback dress with an apron that looks like something out of the 50's. At home or out shopping she might wear a simple dress and some flat heeled shoes or you might find her in a flannel shirt and jeans with another layer or two on to boot if it's cold. Her long blonde hair is usually kept neat and tidy, the natural wave in it blown out straight with her hair dryer when she's on duty or going somewhere to look nicer. Very little make up is used. At most you might find her with some eyeliner or mascara (rarely both) and lip gloss. Subconsciously she does her best not to stand out in the crowd.
the personality
LIKES.
STRENGTHS. Quiet perseverance, excellent memory, kind hearted
FLAWS. Timid, shy, traumatized, solitary (no family)
DREAMS. Get over her trauma, have a family of her own one day, be an author
FEARS. being attacked again, afraid of the dark,
PERSONALITY. Sophia is a timid creature. Her soft spoken words are most often kind and always polite but she rarely seems to be able to make eye contact with people when she talks to them. It isn't that she wants to be stand-offish, she is just afraid of getting involved with anyone or falling into their radar. Even her job is the kind of job where people often do not look past the hands or the name badge.
But if one were able to get past that distance that tries to put up so politely between herself and others they would find what a warm person she is. She is the kind of person that once she has given you her loyalty it is forever. She is the kind of person that anonymously helps the homeless person on the side of the street by discretely leaving them a hot meal. She is the kind of person that can't turn away a hungry stray cat that shows up on her fire escape.
But there's always a darker side to people. No one gets through life spotless. Her fear, her cowardice is her largest weakness. After her attack back in Ohio she had not been able to trust anyone. Nightmares plague her sleep. Insomnia keeps her up for days if she doesn't use the sleeping pill the doctors gave her. Those pills have become more than just a sleep aid though, they have become an addiction. There is a dependency there that comes from deeper within. A dependency that stems from her fear. She wants to be more of a participant in life instead of simply an observer but cannot bring herself to do so. Perhaps one day she will feel safe enough, comfortable enough, to re-enter life and the possibilities that it provides but for the moment she is locked in her own shell, too afraid to come out.
the history
FATHER. Frank Lane, 52, Cleveland, OH, deceased
MOTHER. Glenna Lane, 50, Cleveland, OH
SIBLINGS. None
OTHER PEOPLE/PETS. Stray Cat - Bob. age unknown
HOMETOWN. Cleveland, OH
HISTORY. Frank and Glenna Lane were blessed with the birth of their baby girl in 1990. Their life wasn't perfect and it wasn't always bliss in the Lane household but there was love. Her father was a police officer and her mother had given up her job to raise her. That caused some tension in the household after a few years. There was some resentment from her mother that she felt growing up but her father doted on her and spoiled her. After long shifts he'd come home and wake her up and they'd have midnight ice cream before he fell asleep on the couch with her while watching some silly old movie. She always felt like the safest person in the world curled up with her Dad.
Teenage years brought the typical trials and fights to any household. Her mom went back to work and so more of the household responsibilities of the house fell to Sophia. It was a point of contention between her mother and father. He felt she should be out doing more things that teenagers did, a 'normal' childhood. He accused her mother of treating her like a maid so that she could run around. There were a lot of arguments between them that left her huddled in her room, a pillow over her head to try to block out the screaming and yelling. It was during one of these arguments that she heard her mother admit to having an affair and telling her father she wanted a divorce.
She was heart broken. There were more issues between the two of them than what they actually argued about but it was easier to fight about Sophia than admit the problems between them. Of course being a kid still she didn't understand that. She felt it was her fault.
There was more feelings of rejection when her mother didn't want custody of her. She felt she had failed in some way. But at the same time she was glad to be with her father. She spent even more time at home now, doing homework, writing short stories, having a meal ready for him when he got home, basically being a recluse. She only went out to go to school or pick up some groceries. It wasn't perfect but it could be worse.
Worse came when one of the other officers from the precinct showed up at her door late one night. Her legs gave out before the words left his mouth and she hit the floor. Her father had been shot and was at the hospital, they didn't expect him to live. She spent the next few days at the hospital, not leaving his side. He came to a few times but he was never lucid enough to understand what had happened, thinking it was years ago. She was with him the last time he told her he loved her. She was with him when he took his last breath. Her mother had come by the hospital a few times but never stayed long and never said much. It was almost as if she didn't know what to say or do.
After the funeral she had to go live with her mother until she graduated high school at the end of the school year. After that she left for a summer job to get out of that house and then it was off to college.
She was an English major. Part of her wanted to be a school teacher but part of her wanted to be an author. Eventually she changed majors to Early Childhood Education. It was in college that she met the boyfriend that would haunt her dreams for years to come. Bradley seemed like a dream come true. He was handsome, smart, athletic. He doted on her and made her blush. He brought her little presents for no reason like flowers on a Tuesday or a teddy bear out of the blue. He checked in on her constantly, was with her almost every minute of every day. He was even protective of her, making her feel safe.
She didn't realize until it was too late that it wasn't a protective streak he had but a controlling, possessive personality. At first it was jokingly teasing her about other boyfriends, then it was down right accusations. Eventually the threatening came followed by the pleading and apologizing. She was fool enough to fall for it all. It came to a head one day when he picked her up from class and didn't speak at all as he drove. He refused to talk at all. It wasn't until they got back to their apartment that the dam broke and he flat out punched her, sending her to the floor. He had drugs in his system that were not only hyping him up but also making him have visual hallucinations. He held her hostage in the apartment for days, taking out his anger and insecurities on her. The neighbors finally heard her scream during a particularly brutal attack and the police were called. But he held a knife to her throat and threatened to kill her if they came closer. What happened next is still hard for her to remember clearly because it all happened fast. The police advanced on him and he pressed the knife into her throat, cutting it but luckily not getting the blade deep enough to do serious damage as the officer shot him with a taser.
He went to jail for his attack on her and unlawful imprisonment as well as a previous murder. It was during the trial that she found out that had a criminal record and that they were finally able to tie him to the death of his previous girlfriend. There were suspicions of him murdering other girlfriends but they couldn't prove it. When it was all over she left Cleveland and transferred to the University of Chicago with the help of a professor of hers that was sympathetic.
She managed to make it through one year before dropping out. She couldn't sleep, her appetite was gone and she weighed next to nothing. She ended up getting pills from a doctor that would help her sleep but it was a band aid for the real problem. A band aid that she still uses to deal with things. Even though her rational mind tells her that Bradley was locked up and that she's safe but that fear is still there. Fear has a funny way of doing that to a person.
These days she just tries to live a simple, uneventful life. She is quiet and doesn't make connections to people. part of her craves the company of others but a bigger part of her is afraid to let anyone in. Afraid they will leave her like her father, reject her like her mother, or hurt her like Bradley. Instead she loses herself in created worlds, some of her own making from writing stories and some from the movies and books she looses herself in. She works at a diner downtown and lives in a small one bedroom apartment. She sort of has a pet, a stray cat that drops in on her frequently to get fed and pet before he's on his way again. But only time will tell if her boring, uneventful life will remain that way.
PREVIOUS GROUP/RANK.
the roleplayer
ALIAS. LaLa
HOW YOU FOUND US. ad surfing
EXPERIENCE. It's been a little over 20 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None currently
RP SAMPLE. The good ole morning routine. Up before the dawn and out on a run. It was the jogging that help her keep balanced, in mind and in body. With all the sweets she baked and of course had to sample it was necessary to make sure she jump started the calorie burning after all. After her jog she did some yoga on the beach and watched the waves rolling in as the moon sank into the ocean.
She wore her typical workout gear: a pink sports bra, calf length running pants in black, and her jogging shoes. After her run she'd slip off her shoes to wriggle her toes in the wet sand as she did her yoga.
Her ponytail bounced behind her as she jogged along the shoreline. Her mind was a million miles away thinking about the day's business that she had to attend to. She had to open the bakery. Had to get things out for the pre-orders before she had to close down to head over to the lawyer's office and deal with some paperwork for her parent's estate. She had no idea what that was about. She had thought everything was already settled. The thoughts of that kept her mind off her heavy breathing and aching muscles. But it also kept her unaware of the danger that lurked at the pier, watching the hapless blonde, waiting for it's chance to pounce.
The vampire could smell her from where he was, hiding behind the post of the pier. The sweet scent of blood running under the skin, her heart pumping it fast through her body, the lingering sugary sweetness that seemed to pervade her skin itself from being surrounded by it , and a faint scent of cinnamon that had clung to her from the Cinnafest she'd had at the bakery the day before.
She also was unaware of another set of eyes that were watching both her and the vampire. The police or whoever it was that handled this sort of thing had been very good about keeping it out of the press that the string of recent dead girls that had been turning up all over L.A. had all been traced back to this pier prior to their deaths, all of them looking like they had been attacked by an animal, their throats ripped out.
It wasn't until she ran past the pier post and tripped, falling one the sand, catching herself with her hands in surprise and her earbuds falling out that she even realized she wasn't alone. She saw the dark shape of the person standing over her but before she could get much of a scream out a hand was on her mouth, silencing it as she was shoved back hard against the mooring, hitting the back of her head and leaving her dazed for a moment, her vision blurry and only half conscious.
made by remi of rilla go! and adoxography
