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Just a heads up that I am going out of town for a week starting tomorrow. I dunno how much of a reliable internet source I'll have, so I may not be able to respond right away at the start of the RP.
I'll prove that knowledge is power, and with that power I will save the future!
Sofiya is a rather unimposing girl, standing at only 5'1", although her weight sits at a decent 114 lbs. Her skin is pale, remaining so despite all the time she's spent in the sun thanks to the wonders of sunscreen as she quickly burns rather than tans. There is a bit of lean muscle on her slender form from the lifting she's done while helping her father. Her hair is dark brown and quite long, reaching the small of her back even when held up in a ponytail. Worn over her dull, green eyes is a pair of red frame glasses that she can't quite see without thanks to too many late night study and research sessions. While these same sessions have left her with dark rings under her eyes, they are nothing that some makeup and skill can't hide.
People usually only really see her in her school uniform, as she doesn't really go anywhere besides home and school except for when she goes out during family outings. Her style during these outings is usually nice dresses fit for the season on the insistence of her mother. She has many of these dresses as her mother seems to particularly enjoy buying her clothing. When at home she tends to dress more for comfort, usually sporting shorts or sweatpants and a simple T-shirt or tank top.
Personality: Sofiya appears to people as a kind, caring young girl who always listen to your problems or laugh at your jokes. A seemingly ideal friend, but for some reason she never spends time with anyone outside of school. Any offers are met with a soft smile and an apology before rejection. She always tells people she needs to study to keep up her straight A's. and most understand. However, it is a lot more than studying that keeps her from spending time with people.
Ever since she was a little girl, Sofiya has had an obsession with improving herself and making herself useful. At first this was to earn praise, but now it is to secure the future of humanity. All her spare time has been spent either being useful at home or learning more ways to be useful. At first it was things such as housework, then it evolved into things young girls usually didn't do such as home improvement work and car repairs, and she has now delved into that which teenagers in general didn't usually do such as studying the nuances of the stock market and learning how to diagnose various diseases. With so much more to do and learn, she couldn't possibly waste time fooling around with other kids.
A superiority complex would be the best word to describe Sofiya's attitude towards other people. She believes that today's youth doesn't care about what they need to do and only do what they want. If the future is left to such irresponsible idiots, humanity is doomed. She also believes it to be her responsibility to become skilled enough to contribute enough to the world to make up for all the lesser teenagers who probably won't be contributing anything useful. Maybe she could even serve as an example for her peers and inspire them to rise to her level.
History: Although of Russian descent, Sofiya's family moved to the city of Beati, England long before she was born. Her grandfather, a man by the name of Pasha Sokolov, made the decision to leave Moscow after the Chernobyl incident which claimed his brother and his sister in law, the last of his living relatives in the country what with his nephew Luka having left to America after the incident. They had been only thing really keeping him there with the condition the then-Soviet Union was in at the time. Beati was selected as Pasha's new home for its renowned peace, a nice change of pace from the conflict filled USSR, and in a matter of weeks, he, his wife, and his son had become residents of England. It wasn't long until Pasha's son, or rather, Sofiya's father Artem, eventually found love in his new home of Beati, and after several more years Sofiya Sokolova was born.
Sofiya was the youngest of three girls by several years with the next youngest being seven years older than her, so by the time she gained awareness her siblings had already made places for themselves in the world. While they would occasionally spare the time to play with her as a baby, they soon preferred to ignore the "annoying toddler" (in all fairness, the endless questions of her inquisitive mind and the frequent crying when she did not receive her desired attention were, in fact, annoying). As she grew, her father was always busy with his long shift at work and her sisters were busy with school or friends so she spent most of her time with her mother.
While Sofiya's mother didn't have any time to play with her like the rest of her family as she was often busy with housework, she always appreciated help with said housework. Neither of Sofiya's sisters were very fond of chores, so it always fell to their mother to do them. However, as these chores were the only source of companionship Sofiya had in the house, the little girl was happy to do them. Even when she began school, Sofiya continued to work hard around the house. She loved the praise she received from her mother and from her father when mother told him of her deeds, and she was determined to do what she could to continue being praised.
While most of Sofiya's father's time was spent at work, he had the weekends off and usually spent them taking his family out places, fixing things around the house, or on other home improvement projects. As a little girl, Sofiya could often be seen watching her father as he did the latter of these two and doing what she could to help such as fetching tools or nails. While she couldn't help as much as she could with her mother, she still got praised. Her father lamented not having had a son (the entire reason he and his wife had another child so late only to end up with Sofiya), so over time as Sofiya helped out with these sorts of things he began to think of her as a good enough replacement. As she grew older, he allowed her to help with more and more things, and it was in this way that she learned various handyman skills as well as how to repair various car problems, skills which she sharpened in her quest for more praise.
In school, Sofiya quickly caught on to the fact that good grades and behavior were rewarded with praise from both the teacher and her parents, and she was also occasionally rewarded candy or toys. She wasn't naturally smart by any means but she was still determined to get good grades, so she began developing good study habits even from such an early age. While playing games and running around with other kids was fun enough at first, she didn't find as much satisfaction in it as she did in smiles and words of proud adults and admiring peers when she did well in school. As time went on, she spent less and less time playing and hanging out with the other kids until she rarely even spoke to them unless spoken to first. However, trial and error showed her that the image of a kind, friendly, and humble girl was much better received than the other images she tried and thus granted more praise, so she kept that image.
Time passed, and Sofiya learned many things through the years. These caused many changes, most prominently in the reason she sought improvement. Praise stopped coming as often from those around her as certain skills are much more impressive in the hands of a little girl than those of a teenager, and she began to question her way of life. Was all the effort she was putting in even worth it anymore? However, at one point Sofiya noticed that her mother had begun suffering from frequent migraines. She had always had migraines, but they were only an occasional occurrence until then. As Sofiya was the only one who spent much time with her mother, she was the only one to realize this for a while. She insisted that her mother rest and that she take on most of the housework herself, a proposal that her mother reluctantly accepted.
Sofiya saw how her sisters were too busy with their own affairs to even bother with the health of their mother. This plagued her mind as she continued with her days, and allowed her to see that her sisters were not the exceptions. The young people around her seemed focused only on doing what they wanted to do rather than what they needed to, with only a few exceptions that still valued things such as duty. Suddenly her quest for praise seemed so small and petty. She knew that she had to be better than these people. Thus she continued to improve herself with renewed resolve, feeling that maybe she could provide an example for her peers, and if not, then she could become skilled enough to make up for what they all lacked.
Sofiya's eldest sister eventually left, lessening the housework load, so Sofiya's mother began insisting that she could do most of it now and that Sofiya should go have some fun with her friends as a sort of self reward for her hard work, but she refused saying that her mother should take this opportunity to relax for all the work she put in raising them. Her mother disagreed, but let it slide out of respect for her daughter.
As time passed, Sofiya demanded to take on more and more of the work around the house including things that no 16 year old girl anywhere would be expected to do, like her parents' taxes. Naturally, her parents and even her sisters became concerned at this point. One normal, peaceful Saturday, Sofiya's parents called her into the living room to discuss this with her. They told her to stop doing so much around the house and to go have fun like a normal teenager. For much of her life, Sofiya was compared to others, especially her sisters. They hated when their mother would scold them and tell them things like "Why won't you mow the lawn? Your little sister has been doing it since she was 6!". But this time it was she who was being told to be more like her sisters, which was quite ironic. Suddenly, Sofiya snapped in a display of an aggressiveness neither she nor her parents expected. She began to argue how she didn't have time to "go have fun like a normal teenager" because she had to pick up the slack of all those "normal teenagers" since nobody else would and things of the sort. The first fight between Sofiya and either her parents in her whole life began, and it ended with her parents asking themselves where they went wrong in raising her.
Tension formed between Sofiya and her parents after that, with her not even asking before taking on tasks anymore. Sofiya's parents were now determined to give their daughter the happy, carefree life they felt she should have been living. That was when they found out about the New Dawn program, which promised powerful friendships between youths of all walks of life. Besides the promise of friendship, the "troubled youths" aspect was also particularly interesting for Sofiya's parents. Not only would it give Sofiya friends, but befriending the sort of people who she seemed to look down on might allow her to see that humanity wasn't as doomed as she believed it was. Mops, brooms, cooking utensils, tools, and various other such things were hidden from Sofiya until she finally agreed to participate in the program. While she feels this whole charade will be a waste of time she could be using to further better herself, she acknowledges the fact that it will not do to have her parents stay in such a frantic state.
RP Sample (from Reapers: Keepers of The Balance, one of the earlier RPs I was in):
Spoiler:
Luka Sokolov - Chapter 3-5: Mind Games
Luka stepped out of the hospital hut with no idea what he was going to do about the village. The voice of his thoughts seemed to constantly shift between personalities, thinking things like There has to be some way to kill them painlessly or all at once. followed by I can't kill them, especially now that they Idolize me! One side arguing the best ways for mass murder and the other arguing possible ways to get away with letting them live. He wasn't even considering his plan for the terrorists.
Looking up from his pensive state, Luka gazed over at the beautiful lake by the village. His mind thought about how that radiant shimmering surface hid underneath a multitude of organisms all eating and being eaten, killing and surviving. He understood that it was necessary for them all to survive and thrive. This mission, however, was not killing to defend territory or to sate hunger. It was murder to eliminate witnesses to something they had no choice in witnessing. The sort of thing evil crime bosses and corrupt governments did. So what if they know about Reapers? thought Luka. They themselves are too primitive and secluded to do anything with the knowledge and such knowledge would not benefit any harbingers that could potentially come to this place in any way.
He felt his anger rising so he picked up a rock and flung it far into the lake to sate his anger at least a little bit. As he did so he noticed a person by the lake that he quickly realized was Spencer. Thinking that now would be a good time to form a plan for the mission he started heading to him but a familiar voice stopped him dead in his tracks. "Grims got a fun little mission in store for ya, eh Luka?" Luka couldn't forget that voice. Attano. He instantly turned around, sword drawn, to see the Harbinger from Cuba standing there. He was leaning against a wall holding a wrinkled piece of paper that after searching his own figure Luka confirmed as being his mission briefing letter. If Attano had been able to pickpocket him, a reaper, without him noticing in the slightest, then it would have been child's play assassinating him now or in Cuba. That meant there was something he wanted from him.
Luka put his sword away and took a deep breath before responding. "What do you want, harbinger?" he asked, not wanting to say Attano's name. He didn't like that the harbinger had called him by his first name either.
"Straight to the point. Why so cold, Mr. Russia? I thought we were friends!" Luka glared at him in response to that last statement. "Wondering why you're not dead yet?" Again, it was like he was reading his thoughts. Maybe he actually could read minds, but Luka doubted it. "Well, the first time it was 'cause I thought I didn't need to and that those harbingers that are currently pushing daisies could handle you. I was also having so much fun messing with you and that Nox guy that killing you both right off the bat would have made things boring" Attano smoothed out the page in his hands and folded it into a paper airplane as he spoke. "But those guys were no match for you, were they Chernobyl boy?" Luka froze. "That's right Sokolov, I know who you are now." Luka couldn't believe his ears. He was in such shock that he didn't even react when Attano threw the paper airplane at his face. "I won't tell you how I know, but lets just say that telling me your name rang some bells."
That instant, Luka's mind flashed back to every person he remembered meeting, but try as he might, he couldn't remember ever meeting Attano. As he tried to figure out how this harbinger knew who he was, Attano continued his villainous monologue. "You haven't died yet today because I want something from you. Or rather, I want to see if I really want it or not in the first place." Luka scowled. Just as he thought it, it seemed that his thoughts were again known by the harbinger "You might be asking yourself, 'What does this handsome, elite harbinger want with weak little me?' True, there are dozens of reapers stronger, faster, smarter, better at aiming, better at magic, there are especially a lot of those, better looking, better everything than you." Luka's shoulders drooped at the truth of the statement. "Now I could hint at what I do want, but it's more fun to just leave you here confused and wallowing in self-pity." Luka's head lifted and he glared at the excessively cheerful Attano. In response, Attano gave a huge grin. "Have fun murdering an entire village~!" With that, Attano waved goodbye and teleported away.
Damn that stupid Attano... Luka's thoughts were full of resentment for the harbinger that had been toying with him. It was obvious that what he wanted had something to do with his useless-in-combat yet unique ability. What he didn't understand was why he wanted it. Furthermore, did the harbingers want it and sent him to get it or is he just messing around on his own accord? And how do you even take an ability from someone? None of it made any sense. Not wanting to think about it anymore, Luka picked up the briefing letter and ran over to where Spencer was dipping his fingers into the lake. Hiding his emotions as expertly as always, Luka smiled and said, "Hey, Spencer. We should probably get up the volcano now. Terrorists are probably gonna drop something like that from a plane or helicopter or something and I don't think the Afar have much anti-air defense. Do you think you could jump high enough to take something like that down or that it would be better to use one of my explosive arrows?"
She believes that today's youth doesn't care about what they need to do and only do what they want. If the future is left to such irresponsible idiots, humanity is doomed.
Oh my gosh that took way too long because I got distracted and had several ADD moments and that's not even figurative like seriously ADD sucks and then I didn't write it and then I forgot about it and OH MY GOSH I'M SO SORRY!
... *ahem*
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Spoiler:
Name: Dareon Baker Nickname: "Randy" Gender: Male Age: 18
Appearance:
Dareon is a taller individual, standing about 6'02", with a slim frame. He has pale skin, with short, ruffled blonde hair and brown eyes. His hair almost always has that "bed-head" look about it, as he doesn't particularly care to style it.
With clothing, Dareon prefers casual, unassuming clothes. No logos or brand T-shirts, just plain, colored shirts and a thin jacket over, usually plaid. Throw on a pair of jeans and ordinary sneakers, and that's all Dareon needs to be content.
Personality:
Dareon is considered to be a quiet individual, slightly introverted and awkward around new people. He is not the kind of person to initiate contact himself, and when talking to new people, often stumbles over his words and frequently pauses as he thinks of what to say, creating a lot of "awkward silence" moments.
However, his isn't totally anti-social. Once befriended, Dareon begins to calm down significantly. He tries to be fun around his friends, though this usually results in lame puns and dry humor. Ironically, it's his lack of humor that often creates humor, and he's perfectly okay with that.
Dareon also suffers from depression, though this is something he tends to keep hidden from others. Around other people, Dareon will put on a smile and try to act positive, but when left alone, tends to become moody and melancholic. He hides it from others mainly because he doesn't want people to treat him differently or act different around him because of it.
History:
Dareon, if asked about his history, will generally give an answer of having lived "a relatively uneventful life." He grew up in North America, living in Long Island, New York, away from the big city. For all intents and purposes, Dareon considered his life to be "normal." Loving parents, public schooling, no traumatic experiences to speak of, and a small but close-knit group of friends from both school and the neighborhood.
During school, Dareon was somewhat of a music nut. He played the Tenor Saxophone, and frequently hung out with the band kids, which, of course, got him stuck with the "band geek" label. The more popular cliques often ostracized him, but it didn't particularly bother him. He had his own friends in the band anyways, in addition to the neighborhood kids he lived near. Dareon always refers to himself as "the typical band kid" during his earlier years, referencing his affinity for music and his B-average in school.
Around the age of 17, Dareon's father, your average businessman for a large technology firm in the U.S., recevied a job opportunity for the company's expanding offices... in the U.K.. As much as Dareon's father didn't want to, the opportunity was too good to pass up. He'd be able to provide for his family more than ever, and they'd be able to live quite comfortably in the city of Beati.
Though it wasn't terrible traumatic for Dareon, having to leave behind all of his friends to move to an entirely different country was not easy on him. He was already a bit to introverted for his own good, and the thought of moving to a new country, with no friends or even acquaintances was stressful on him. His parents, noticing Dareon's uneasiness over the move, suggested the New Dawn program, which was starting up in the city. They figured that, not only would it help him with his struggle with depression, but it would also be a great opportunity to meet more people his age and to make more friends. While not entirely opposed to the idea, Dareon wasn't particularly thrilled either. Regardless, he accepted the offer, hoping that things would turn out alright.
Other: Being a music enthusiast in high-school, Dareon is never seen without his media player and earbuds. He was a wide variety of musical tastes, and can just as easily listen to a classical arrangement as he would a screaming death metal song.