Sophia Schuster
Posted on: Dec 10, 2015 0:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Sophia Schuster on Dec 10, 2015 0:46:53 GMT -5
Name: "So-So" Sophia Schuster
Age: Fifteen
Date of Birth: April 5th
Birthplace: Lumiose City, Kalos Region
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Face Claim: Shinki - Touhou Project
Appearance:Pretty gnarly chair behind her, huh?
Distinguishing Features: Outside of the fact that she often wears blue-colored contacts to prevent getting bothered about her red eyes, Sophia's primary “distinguishing feature” is a scar on her right side. Normally, it's nearly impossible to see, but it becomes quickly noticeable anytime the skin in the area gets a mild tan.
Height: 5'4
Character Type: Student
Personality:
“Greatness is not created, nor is it achieved. It is developed by each and every individual. Those that were great became so through effort and perseverance. There is no alternative.” When words like that were- and still are, to this day- the doctrine of a child's father, it's only natural that the child is influenced a bit. Even more so when their parent is a self-made millionaire. Inspired by her father from a young age due to that mantra, Sophia quickly developed a drive to improve herself in everything that appealed to her, whether it was major or minor in nature. It's been the cornerstone of her personal development.
Sophia's a nice enough individual, despite her occasional eccentricity and somewhat frequent awkwardness. Despite her strides towards greatness, she's not actually that competitive- two individuals can be great together, regardless of who is the superior one, after all. Down to earth and laid back, she's an individual with a good enough degree of common sense and a varied pool of skills of knowledge. Granted, that collection may not necessarily be considered “normal”. When not focused on practicing whatever her focus is at a given point in time, she can be exceedingly courteous, patient, and otherwise kind.
Sophia is a person lacking fears of the typical, physical things. She fears things like loss as much as any other person, naturally, but things like heights, fire, and blood? Once she realizes she has a natural aversion to them, rather than leaving things as they are, she purposefully thrusts herself into these matters to steel herself and build her nerves. She's overcome a few fears this way, and, though extremely stressful during the process, it's been mostly successful. Of course, she's not reckless with it- she's not an idiot, after all. She takes the proper precautions with anything that seems even slightly dangerous. She's a careful, contemplative individual when it comes to a number of things, and, where her well being- or that of others- is involved, she's very particular.
Sophia isn't an odd person. At least, she likes to think she isn't. A bit different, perhaps, but no more or less unique compared to the average human being. While not necessarily self-conscious, she doesn't like attention, and has taken a few measures to play things smoothly or steathily, occasionally outright manipulating facts or appearances to get by without attention. She doesn't lie. Not exactly. She just omits certain facts that weren't specifically asked for. One thing in particular that she hides is her eye color. She's been labeled, on a number of occasions, as an albino just because of her hair and eye color, and it's somewhat given her a complex.
All in all, Sophia's just a typical teenage girl with a unique complex towards self-improvement and a desire to keep the results of said improvement under wraps. Though a bit eccentric, she's easy enough to get along with, and it's not like she's got a terribly dark secret she has to hide. Just her eyes, usually.
Likes:
One thing many will quickly realize about Sophia is that she enjoys pushing her limits in just about everything. She enjoys a challenge and will often go to great lengths to better herself. She's also very fond of “homey” things, like cooking and designing outfits, though the latter is a guilty pleasure that often escapes the bounds of normality. She finds herself soothed by fluffy things, whether they be Pokemon or otherwise.
Sophia thoroughly enjoys spicy things, especially the eye-watering, nose-running-inducing stuff. She's also displayed an almost terrifying natural resistance to the effects of these dishes. She also has a fondness for cream-filled pastries, herb-grilled meats, and peanut butter. Though it's a difficult choice for her, she'd probably end up going with tea over juices, but she thoroughly enjoys most normally-available juices- especially grape.
Dislikes:
If there's one sort of person Sophia doesn't like, it's the Big-Talker, No-Walkers. People that can talk the talk, but can't walk the walk annoy her to no end. Then, of course, there's the typical sorts that a sane and responsible human being would dislike. Call it youth, but she dislikes being “instructed” on things that she's already confirmed herself as more skilled than the instructor in, or at least being on roughly the same level.
Aside from interpersonal nonsense, Sophia's a pretty open-minded individual for the most part. The only other noteworthy things she dislikes are coffee and other bitter things, prolonged and direct exposure to sunlight, “the crawling sensation” that typically accompanies rummaging through dirty places, and clowns. All of these are absolutely normal things to dislike, she's convinced herself.
History:
Sophia was the typical “product of a loving couple” that you usually see in just about every relatively happy childhood story. Her mother passed during the labor process, but her father took very good care to raise the girl with love and discipline. The man was a self-made millionaire, a person that had defied the hand dealt to him in life and came out on top a winner. He wasn't blessed by a god, nor was he given special treatment by others to reach his position. Her father made sure to instill within the girl that, no matter what riches one may be born into, it doesn't make them any different from anyone else. Though she took it in a different way than the man intended, at least she didn't become a spoiled brat.
Sophia was the sort that really put her all into whatever she did as a child. Rather than sitting and watching things, or playing games, she would usually hit the books or practice some sort of art or craft. It caused a small degree of isolation with other kids due to her lack of knowledge on the newest episode of Generic Kids' Show X, or the coolest new toy that was overly marketed to the point of excessiveness.
It was around that time that a young Sophia, more focused on art than fitting in, had a sketch she was working on snatched away and critiqued by one of her peers. It was nothing abnormal- the typical childish bullying that occurred when someone didn't fit in. Her art, which was, admittedly, far from perfect, was called “so-so”. She was fine with criticism, but what followed next was traumatic for her. “So-So Sophia” was coined as her nickname. Despite the fact that it was actually a rather. . . normal thing, honestly not that bad considering it could have been physical bullying, for a younger Sophia, whose goal was becoming great, the emotional damage was a bit high.
She swapped to personal tutoring for a bit. Her education went swimmingly, and she gradually got over the benign nickname she was assigned. It really seemed like her childhood was going to be normal, for the most part. And it likely would have been, if not for the kidnapping. On an otherwise normal day, she was snatched up on her way home from school. Furthermore, what should have been a mostly routine case of getting the girl back ended up being a complex hostage situation.
The kidnapper was a junkie with some odd set of circumstances, already fleeing from the police. It was, for Sophia, just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Various things happened. Whether it was intentional or an accident, the punk ended up thrusting the knife he had into the girl's side. The resulting shots from the police put him down right fast, but the damage was done. The girl was confused and in pain. Red covered her clothes, and she felt absolutely terrible.
It was a miracle that she managed to recover without any issues. There was some scarring on her side, where the blade went into the skin, but nothing actually problematic for her health. However, for the following weeks, the girl became ill and shaky, panicking, whenever she saw that shade of red. It effectively scarred her body and mind both. For a time, at least. It was maybe two months after the events that the girl finally remembered and acted by that mantra she had received from her father- who, of course, was entirely supportive, caring, and protective of the girl in the aftermath of the event.
Sophia began to primarily wear that red. It was a sort of blend between crimson and maroon. The color that blood took on lighter clothing. She became progressively worse at first, but, after a couple of weeks, she began to improve. It was a terrible couple of weeks, filled with heaving, panic attacks, and the works. But she managed to overcome it. That was her first experience with directly conquering and overcoming her fears. It wasn't the last, but none of the future events were nearly as momentous as that. Though the girl did still get a little queasy at the sight of blood and viscera in fiction (later on, naturally, as she still focused on her studies at this point), she was no longer adverse to the color, nor was she reduced to a sniveling whelp.
It brought forth feelings of confidence and self-reliance from within the girl.
Fortunately, the next years of her life were mostly normal. She had no longer really cared about fitting in with her peers, though this was less of a problem the older she got. She got along well enough with other kids, and was respected to have different interests from them at the time. Nothing much happened until her tenth birthday, which is when she was given her first two Pokemon, a Mareep named Cotton and an Eevee named Cloud. The two fluffy things got along very well with the young Sophia, and quickly became her illustrious pillows. No, really.
Either way, the girl remained mostly at home or school, learning and practicing various things. Drawing, sewing, and cooking were probably the most normal of the bunch. She even had a few short lessons on self-defense to help in the event of another. . . incident. Enough to get by, at least. Her skill set had spread over a number of fields. She was at least “average” in most, but, in several, she could confidently say she was “pretty good”. It was around the time she was about to turn fifteen that the idea of learning more about her pillows and what to do with them that she considered training. This was what led to the eventual enrollment at Gray Haven Academy.
What she didn't know was that her father was more than happy to let her go there. In the time since her conquering of fears, she'd become increasingly self-reliant to the point that she considered relying on others the same as depending on them- a sign of personal weakness. She didn't fault others for that, but she held such an absurd standard to herself without realizing that everyone- even her father- relied on others while still remaining independent.
She left for the academy to learn how to battle and breed Pokemon, at least officially, but her father just wanted her to learn how to rely on others when the going got tough. Maybe, just maybe, she'd realize?
Dorm: The Shocking Dorm. Er, Bolt Dorm.
Uniform Color: Silver
Starter Pokemon:
Name: Cotton
Species: Mareep
Gender: Male
Ability: Static
Moves: Cotton Guard, Power Gem, Discharge, Confuse Ray
Held Item: N/A
Notes: The original pillow. Cotton is a fluffy little turd that has adapted to being used as a pillow over the past five years. Almost like an existentialist that has given up on trying anymore, he takes everything that Sophia gives him without much complaint. He does like it, though.
Name: Cloud
Species: Eevee
Gender: Female
Ability: Adaptability
Moves: Bite, Swift, Last Resort, Trump Card
Held Item: N/A
Notes: This little Eevee had roast beef. And a number of other wonderful meals as Sophia's glorified pet and hug-pillow in bed. Much like Cotton, this creature has been subjected to the girl's affection for the past five years. Much like the Mareep, the Eevee enjoys the treatment, but has become somewhat spoiled. Others, as a result, are not permitted to touch her.
Played By: Eri
Age: Fifteen
Date of Birth: April 5th
Birthplace: Lumiose City, Kalos Region
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Face Claim: Shinki - Touhou Project
Appearance:
Distinguishing Features: Outside of the fact that she often wears blue-colored contacts to prevent getting bothered about her red eyes, Sophia's primary “distinguishing feature” is a scar on her right side. Normally, it's nearly impossible to see, but it becomes quickly noticeable anytime the skin in the area gets a mild tan.
Height: 5'4
Character Type: Student
Personality:
“Greatness is not created, nor is it achieved. It is developed by each and every individual. Those that were great became so through effort and perseverance. There is no alternative.” When words like that were- and still are, to this day- the doctrine of a child's father, it's only natural that the child is influenced a bit. Even more so when their parent is a self-made millionaire. Inspired by her father from a young age due to that mantra, Sophia quickly developed a drive to improve herself in everything that appealed to her, whether it was major or minor in nature. It's been the cornerstone of her personal development.
Sophia's a nice enough individual, despite her occasional eccentricity and somewhat frequent awkwardness. Despite her strides towards greatness, she's not actually that competitive- two individuals can be great together, regardless of who is the superior one, after all. Down to earth and laid back, she's an individual with a good enough degree of common sense and a varied pool of skills of knowledge. Granted, that collection may not necessarily be considered “normal”. When not focused on practicing whatever her focus is at a given point in time, she can be exceedingly courteous, patient, and otherwise kind.
Sophia is a person lacking fears of the typical, physical things. She fears things like loss as much as any other person, naturally, but things like heights, fire, and blood? Once she realizes she has a natural aversion to them, rather than leaving things as they are, she purposefully thrusts herself into these matters to steel herself and build her nerves. She's overcome a few fears this way, and, though extremely stressful during the process, it's been mostly successful. Of course, she's not reckless with it- she's not an idiot, after all. She takes the proper precautions with anything that seems even slightly dangerous. She's a careful, contemplative individual when it comes to a number of things, and, where her well being- or that of others- is involved, she's very particular.
Sophia isn't an odd person. At least, she likes to think she isn't. A bit different, perhaps, but no more or less unique compared to the average human being. While not necessarily self-conscious, she doesn't like attention, and has taken a few measures to play things smoothly or steathily, occasionally outright manipulating facts or appearances to get by without attention. She doesn't lie. Not exactly. She just omits certain facts that weren't specifically asked for. One thing in particular that she hides is her eye color. She's been labeled, on a number of occasions, as an albino just because of her hair and eye color, and it's somewhat given her a complex.
All in all, Sophia's just a typical teenage girl with a unique complex towards self-improvement and a desire to keep the results of said improvement under wraps. Though a bit eccentric, she's easy enough to get along with, and it's not like she's got a terribly dark secret she has to hide. Just her eyes, usually.
Likes:
One thing many will quickly realize about Sophia is that she enjoys pushing her limits in just about everything. She enjoys a challenge and will often go to great lengths to better herself. She's also very fond of “homey” things, like cooking and designing outfits, though the latter is a guilty pleasure that often escapes the bounds of normality. She finds herself soothed by fluffy things, whether they be Pokemon or otherwise.
Sophia thoroughly enjoys spicy things, especially the eye-watering, nose-running-inducing stuff. She's also displayed an almost terrifying natural resistance to the effects of these dishes. She also has a fondness for cream-filled pastries, herb-grilled meats, and peanut butter. Though it's a difficult choice for her, she'd probably end up going with tea over juices, but she thoroughly enjoys most normally-available juices- especially grape.
Dislikes:
If there's one sort of person Sophia doesn't like, it's the Big-Talker, No-Walkers. People that can talk the talk, but can't walk the walk annoy her to no end. Then, of course, there's the typical sorts that a sane and responsible human being would dislike. Call it youth, but she dislikes being “instructed” on things that she's already confirmed herself as more skilled than the instructor in, or at least being on roughly the same level.
Aside from interpersonal nonsense, Sophia's a pretty open-minded individual for the most part. The only other noteworthy things she dislikes are coffee and other bitter things, prolonged and direct exposure to sunlight, “the crawling sensation” that typically accompanies rummaging through dirty places, and clowns. All of these are absolutely normal things to dislike, she's convinced herself.
History:
Sophia was the typical “product of a loving couple” that you usually see in just about every relatively happy childhood story. Her mother passed during the labor process, but her father took very good care to raise the girl with love and discipline. The man was a self-made millionaire, a person that had defied the hand dealt to him in life and came out on top a winner. He wasn't blessed by a god, nor was he given special treatment by others to reach his position. Her father made sure to instill within the girl that, no matter what riches one may be born into, it doesn't make them any different from anyone else. Though she took it in a different way than the man intended, at least she didn't become a spoiled brat.
Sophia was the sort that really put her all into whatever she did as a child. Rather than sitting and watching things, or playing games, she would usually hit the books or practice some sort of art or craft. It caused a small degree of isolation with other kids due to her lack of knowledge on the newest episode of Generic Kids' Show X, or the coolest new toy that was overly marketed to the point of excessiveness.
It was around that time that a young Sophia, more focused on art than fitting in, had a sketch she was working on snatched away and critiqued by one of her peers. It was nothing abnormal- the typical childish bullying that occurred when someone didn't fit in. Her art, which was, admittedly, far from perfect, was called “so-so”. She was fine with criticism, but what followed next was traumatic for her. “So-So Sophia” was coined as her nickname. Despite the fact that it was actually a rather. . . normal thing, honestly not that bad considering it could have been physical bullying, for a younger Sophia, whose goal was becoming great, the emotional damage was a bit high.
She swapped to personal tutoring for a bit. Her education went swimmingly, and she gradually got over the benign nickname she was assigned. It really seemed like her childhood was going to be normal, for the most part. And it likely would have been, if not for the kidnapping. On an otherwise normal day, she was snatched up on her way home from school. Furthermore, what should have been a mostly routine case of getting the girl back ended up being a complex hostage situation.
The kidnapper was a junkie with some odd set of circumstances, already fleeing from the police. It was, for Sophia, just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Various things happened. Whether it was intentional or an accident, the punk ended up thrusting the knife he had into the girl's side. The resulting shots from the police put him down right fast, but the damage was done. The girl was confused and in pain. Red covered her clothes, and she felt absolutely terrible.
It was a miracle that she managed to recover without any issues. There was some scarring on her side, where the blade went into the skin, but nothing actually problematic for her health. However, for the following weeks, the girl became ill and shaky, panicking, whenever she saw that shade of red. It effectively scarred her body and mind both. For a time, at least. It was maybe two months after the events that the girl finally remembered and acted by that mantra she had received from her father- who, of course, was entirely supportive, caring, and protective of the girl in the aftermath of the event.
Sophia began to primarily wear that red. It was a sort of blend between crimson and maroon. The color that blood took on lighter clothing. She became progressively worse at first, but, after a couple of weeks, she began to improve. It was a terrible couple of weeks, filled with heaving, panic attacks, and the works. But she managed to overcome it. That was her first experience with directly conquering and overcoming her fears. It wasn't the last, but none of the future events were nearly as momentous as that. Though the girl did still get a little queasy at the sight of blood and viscera in fiction (later on, naturally, as she still focused on her studies at this point), she was no longer adverse to the color, nor was she reduced to a sniveling whelp.
It brought forth feelings of confidence and self-reliance from within the girl.
Fortunately, the next years of her life were mostly normal. She had no longer really cared about fitting in with her peers, though this was less of a problem the older she got. She got along well enough with other kids, and was respected to have different interests from them at the time. Nothing much happened until her tenth birthday, which is when she was given her first two Pokemon, a Mareep named Cotton and an Eevee named Cloud. The two fluffy things got along very well with the young Sophia, and quickly became her illustrious pillows. No, really.
Either way, the girl remained mostly at home or school, learning and practicing various things. Drawing, sewing, and cooking were probably the most normal of the bunch. She even had a few short lessons on self-defense to help in the event of another. . . incident. Enough to get by, at least. Her skill set had spread over a number of fields. She was at least “average” in most, but, in several, she could confidently say she was “pretty good”. It was around the time she was about to turn fifteen that the idea of learning more about her pillows and what to do with them that she considered training. This was what led to the eventual enrollment at Gray Haven Academy.
What she didn't know was that her father was more than happy to let her go there. In the time since her conquering of fears, she'd become increasingly self-reliant to the point that she considered relying on others the same as depending on them- a sign of personal weakness. She didn't fault others for that, but she held such an absurd standard to herself without realizing that everyone- even her father- relied on others while still remaining independent.
She left for the academy to learn how to battle and breed Pokemon, at least officially, but her father just wanted her to learn how to rely on others when the going got tough. Maybe, just maybe, she'd realize?
Dorm: The Shocking Dorm. Er, Bolt Dorm.
Uniform Color: Silver
Starter Pokemon:
Name: Cotton
Species: Mareep
Gender: Male
Ability: Static
Moves: Cotton Guard, Power Gem, Discharge, Confuse Ray
Held Item: N/A
Notes: The original pillow. Cotton is a fluffy little turd that has adapted to being used as a pillow over the past five years. Almost like an existentialist that has given up on trying anymore, he takes everything that Sophia gives him without much complaint. He does like it, though.
Name: Cloud
Species: Eevee
Gender: Female
Ability: Adaptability
Moves: Bite, Swift, Last Resort, Trump Card
Held Item: N/A
Notes: This little Eevee had roast beef. And a number of other wonderful meals as Sophia's glorified pet and hug-pillow in bed. Much like Cotton, this creature has been subjected to the girl's affection for the past five years. Much like the Mareep, the Eevee enjoys the treatment, but has become somewhat spoiled. Others, as a result, are not permitted to touch her.
Played By: Eri
