Strange, Sophia

[Sophia Strange]

SOPHIA STRANGE
"What were you expecting? There is a reason New Orleans is the most magical city in the United States, you know".




My wing tips waltz across naive
Wood floors they creak
Innocently down the stairs
Drag melody
My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches as a
Matching set of marching clocks
The slumbering apparitions
That they've come to wake up

Given Name: Sophia Strange
Alias(es): Sophie, Soph, that Strange girl
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Race: 1/2 human, 1/4 Faltine, 1/4 Mhuruuk
Home Town: New Orleans (was born in the Dark Demension)

Fandom: Avengers
Canon or Original: Canon

Character Portrayal: Christina Perri
Hair: Dark Brown, with the hair at her right temple white.
Eyes: Brown
Height/build: 5ft. 6in. 120 lbs.
Individual Features:
Her build is petite, healthy though. Lean muscle along her thighs and upper arms is attributed to a diet consisting mostly of protein and grain/rice. Her skin tone is slightly darker, due to constantly running around in that southern sun. She’s rather tall for her build and gender, making her look skinner than she actually is. She has several protection tattoos along her arms and collar that Vesper had inscribed when she was small. Normal people think they are just tattoos, but they are runes. Also pierced earlobes and two cartledge piercings in her upper ear. Her clothing is usually t-shirts and shorts, usually with band names inscribed upon them. If she is at school, she wears the school uniform (plaid skirt, button-up shirt with tie, sweatervest).


Powers:
As Sorceress, and also being a member of three different races (Human, Faltine, and Mhuruuk), Sofia possess a wide range of Mystic Powers, including:

Magical Energy Bolts: Focused magical energy to blast foes. These are indefinite, and eventually will tire her out.

Energy Shields: Focused magical energy to create a temporary shield around her or her allies. This too, will eventually tire her out if it is kept up for too long.

Astral Projection: For brief periods of time and with large amounts of concentration, Sofia can exit her body and travel the world in her spiritual form. However, this can be dangerous, as she does not know what is happening to her physical form during this time, and so renders it vulnerable to attack. Her spiritual form is also able to be attacked by spiritual forces.

Telepathy: Able to communicate with her thoughts to others (This is especially strong with Vesper, given the bond they share.) She can also hypnosis people to some extent planting ideas or suggestions into their minds. However, she also opens her mind to others, once again making it vulnerable.

Teleportation: Able to disappear and reappear at another place on a whim. She does not have a lot of control over this particular power, often teleporting miles from her intended destination. It also takes a lot of energy.

Levitation: As a member of the Faltine race, Sofia can levitate and fly. She cannot go too high, however, or risk loosing concentration and plummet to her death.

Telekinesis: Able to move things with her mind when she has total concentration. (Example: things around her will start to float while she is meditating). However, due to her limited attention span, this can only be used while meditating.

Spells: Control over a wide arrange of mystic spells that can include pausing reality to causing a tea kettle to grow legs and waltz over to you. But because she is not trained as well as she would like, she doesn’t know all the spells she is capable of.

Enhanced Strength: She also possesses greater strength than that of a normal Earth human. Able to lift up to two times her weight.

Family:
Clea Strange: Mother
Doctor Stephen Strange: Father
Eugene Strange: Paternal Grandfather (Deceased)
Beverly Strange: Paternal Grandmother (Deceased)
Victor Strange: Paternal Uncle (Deceased)
Donna Strange: Paternal Aunt (Deceased)
Vesper: ‘Aunt’/Guardian
Umar: Maternal Grandmother
Orini: Maternal Grandfather (Deceased)
Dormammu: Maternal Great Uncle

Friends:
‘Detriot’ Mike
Sydney Jones
Ms. Carolyn Parker
Mac ‘Fast Talk’ McKensy
Other New Orleans Denziens

Enemies:
The Dread Dormammu
Umar
Father Gregory Stewart (Principal of her school, bane of her existence)

Occupation:
Princess and Heir to the Dark Dimension Throne
Music Store Clerk (part time)
Senior in High School

Personality:
The first thing you must understand about Sofia is that no matter what, she has a good heart. She is kind to people, and if you are her friend she will fight hard for you. She hates to see injustice done to anyone, especially someone she cares for. When someone she cares about is upset, she’ll be the first to ask what is wrong, and try to make it right. She can’t stand to see anyone innocent hurt. She has a very New Orleans-esque way of treating people. Neighbors you treat like family, strangers you treat like guests. Tourists she can stand unless they are impolite. Then she is impolite right back.

Though she does have a hard time being polite. She is too blunt for politeness. She doesn’t mean it, she just kind of says what she means to say. With that said, she can be rather sassy and incredibly snarky towards unkind people. She can almost be a bit on the ADHD side as far as attention is concerned. Very short attention span and because she doesn’t have that great of an attention span, she has a hard time focusing on meditation and spells. So they are sloppy, and she usually resorts to less powerful ones. Of course, this short cut is dangerous and not good for her well being in the long run. She is working on this, though.

For someone who is ingrained in the occult, Sophia has a very science-orientated brain. Everything has a logical explanation; sometimes that logical explanation is an evil spirit from another dimension. The science process can be applied to magic, something she does repeatedly. She is more intelligent than she lets on.

She has a rebellious streak in her. Often if you say one thing, she’ll do the opposite. She doesn’t quite care what people think of her, dressing the way she wants listening to what music she wants. It is a very punk-like attitude, an attitude Vesper is not fond of.

Likes:
+ Music
+ Chemistry
+ Magic
+ New Orleans
+ Jambalaya

Dislikes:
+ Tourists
+ Father Stewart
+ Other likewise judgmental Catholics
+ Her parents (they kinda dumped her here)
+ Vesper (it’s a love/hate relationship)

Fears:
+ Being forced to leave New Orleans because someone found out about her
+ Having to return to the Dark Dimension and act like a Princess (she’s not princess material)

History:

Clea, Queen of the Dark Dimensional Realm, held many secrets. One, that she was the daughter of Umar and Orini, neice of the dreaded Dormammu. Another, that she was the apprentice, wife, and lover of the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, Doctor Stephen Strange. Another of her secrets was that she once bore his daughter, a girl she named Sofia.

She planned to raise the child in the Dark Dimension as Crowned Heir to the throne, and to tell Stephen about his daughter on her first birthday. However, Dormammu had heard of the child, and attacked. Hoping to use the child’s powers for his own dark deeds, and at the same time, overthrow his niece.

As the battle worsened, Clea came to realize that her daughter would never be completely safe in the Dark Dimension, until Dormammu was destroyed. She choose not to send Sofia to her father, because she knew that the first place Dormammu would look for his niece would be where Stephen was. She sent her baby to earth with one of her closest advisors, Vesper.

Once on earth, Vesper chose the city of New Orleans to raise her ‘niece’. It was a city full of magic, enough magic to cover up the aura of the young sorceress. And Vesper would need all the help she could get. Sofia from a young age was already showing signs of magical ability. Levitating herself or objects around the room, breaking all the windows of their small apartment building when she was throwing a temper tantrum, or talking to spirits as they passed by a graveyard. Vesper as a Sorceress herself, tried her best to hide Sophia’s more mystical abilities from their neighbors using illusions and charms.

Still, Sophia was a difficult child to raise. Curious from a young age, Sophia would constantly badger Vesper about her parents, specifically her father who was on earth. Vesper chose to lie to Sophia, tell her that Dr. Strange knew about Sophia but wanted nothing to do with her. That way, Vesper was sure Sophia would not go after Strange later in her life, and therefore stay safe from Dormammu. What Vesper didn’t take into account was the resentment Sophia started to feel toward her parents, not just toward Strange but toward Clea as well. The fact that Clea had never once tried to get into contact with her daughter made Sophia feel abandoned.

So, from a young age, Sophia stubbornly tried to become as earthen as possible in an effort to distance herself from her alien mother and her tights-wearing occultist father. She started to rebel against Vesper too. At school, she told her best friend ‘Detroit’ Mike about her powers, breaking Vespers most severe of rules. Mike himself had a mother who ran a Voodoo parlor, and took his magic-wielding friend in stride. As a child, she insisted that she would become a hero of earth, and Mike would be her sidekick. This too, he took in stride.

Generally, life was pretty awesome for Sophia in New Orleans. Growing up in the French Quarter, every day was a day to celebrate. Because the majority of kids besides Mike thought she was weird, most of the friends she made were her neighbors. Like Mac ‘Fast Talk’ McKensy, a Jazz musician that played the horn in one of the Quarter’s many clubs. In the early hours before too many tourists showed up, Mac would play Sophia’s favorite songs, or talk to her about music.

Or Ms. Carolyn Parker, a Creole (someone who can trace their ancestry back to an original French colonist and his/her African slave) , owner and chef of Arnaud’s, who made the best Jambalaya this side of Louisiana. Over bowls of her Jambalaya, Sophia learned the long history of New Orleans (and got quite an addiction to Jambalaya, she’s still sure its food from the gods themselves).

Yup, everything in Sophia’s life was practically perfect as a child. Vesper was strict, but she had good friends and neighbors.

Then Hurricane Katrina hit the New Orleans area when Sophia was nine years old.

The French Quarter was of course, spared most of the damage and the flooding. Carolyn Parker had explained that the French colonists were smart, they knew only to build on the only land that was above sea level, and to leave the swamps and bayou alone. The swamps acted like a giant sponge when it came to the ocean, when the water level rose it sucked up all the water. And the tall Cypress trees that grew there acted like a buffer to the hurricane force winds. However, Parker explained, humans started to get rid of the bayou and expand out to the areas below sea level. Well, it was a ticking time bomb.

Now, the sheer tragedy of the situation was something Sophia would never forget. She could hear the wails of newly-created ghosts, their bodies still trapped in their flooded homes, combined with the screams of help from the living. It was enough to impact any nine year old, let alone one sensitive to the paranormal. It took a full month for the city to drain the water, and another two weeks to gather all the dead. New Orleans was scarred forever.

The majority of public schools in the area were destroyed completely, including Sophia’s own school.

Sophia, Mike, and the rest of the children of New Orleans would miss a full year of school before the city came up with a solution: Charter Schools, funded by corporate investors, would replace the public schools that could not be rebuilt. A lottery system would be in place to chose those lucky kids who could enter. Those not chosen by the lottery would have to try their luck with the Catholic school system.

Mike won the lottery, Sophia didn’t. Vesper, not wanted to draw attention with using magic to get Sophia in (and wanting to prove a point to her young ward that magic did not solve everything), got Sophia into St. Mary’s School for Girls, a multi-grade Catholic school that would cover her from sixth grade through High School.

Catholic school was a different world for Sophia. She couldn’t wear her earrings, she had to cover up her tattoos with illusions, she had to wear an itchy uniform. She had trouble making friends with the Catholic girls, who were from rich parishes of New Orleans and managed to make only one friend: a Protestant girl named Sydney Jones who was in the same boat as Sophia.

But the most problem she had was with Father Gregory Stewart, the Principal. He was an old priest, a ‘spare the rod spoil the child’ kind of fellow. His main focus was to take all the heathen children and turn them into pure angels for Christ. When he learned Sydney was Protestant that was bad enough, but when he asked Sophia to start the class with prayer and the girl had answered that she couldn’t because she was a pagan (which was true, the citizens of the Dark Dimension pray to the spirits Agamotto, Hoggoth, and Oshtur, the Vishanti entities and other demonic forces). He had about lost all of his remaining hair. From then on, the Principal has done everything he can to make Sophia’s life miserable: spreading rumors that she was a witch, holding ‘come to Jesus’ camps and putting her on the spot. Whenever something bad happened, it had to be that Strange girl. Her only solace in school was chemistry, a subject she excelled at.

The older she got, the more Sophia began to resent Vesper’s strict rules regarding her powers and the oppressive nature of her school. She started to show her tattoos in school when she was a Freshmen (the Principal loved that), she showed Sydney what she could do. She started becoming more involved with managing the angry spirits and the dark forces that surrounded New Orleans.

And she began to have new dreams. After school, she started working at a music store, the same one Mike worked at. She started to get interested in CSI shows, and thought about going through college and double majoring in Criminal Justice and Chemistry. Another point of contention for Vesper, who doesn’t believe a Princess has any business working like a peasant.

Still, life goes on. Sophia continues to solve ghost cases, stop evil spirits from trying to return to the earth, and so on. And strange things have been whispered about in the spirit world. Strange things indeed.


Random Facts:
-Dr. Strange doesn’t actually know about Sophia
-Dormmamu has been sending Sophia little dark spirits in a desperate attempt to kill her. Hasn’t worked so far.

Name/alias: Lanni
Age: nope
RP Experience: a looong time
Any Other Characters?: Gavroche and Loki


RP Sample:
It was barely April, and the legendary humidity of New Orleans descended upon the city like a wet blanket. The Big Easy had its doors and windows open, desperately hoping to let in what air it could. Tourists, mostly college students on Spring Break, milled about in the streets lazily drinking hurricanes and other assorted mixed drinks, wearing tacky t-shirts and sunglasses.

Denizens of the French Quarter could be found on their porches. Drinking sweet tea as the fanned themselves, leaning against the French-iron rails that lined the upper decks to watch the people mill about in the street. Most likely going to dinner in one of the many holes in the walls that made up New Orleans finest eateries.

The late evening promised rain. Storm clouds gathered over Lake Pontchartrain. The humidity of the air combined with the coming storm was like electricity on the tongue. The citizens welcomed any kind of rain for their scorched flower beds, while the tourists eyed it with foreboding. Nothing ruined a drinking night more than a storm.

Schools were being let out. Children with charter and catholic school uniforms walked casually home. Their sweaters slung over their shoulder with their backpacks, their ties lose, their sleeves rolled up as high as they can. Knee high socks were ripped off the moment they exited school grounds, choosing to wear their shoes with bare feet.

Two girls walked side by side. Both had taken off their ties, sweater-vests, and their shoes. Only one had actually taken off the long sleeved shirt, wearing a tank-top underneath. This one was showing off several strange looking tattoos. Her hair, tied up in a bun, was dark brown except for the streak of white starting at her right temple. The other was a darker-skinned girl, her hair tied up in braids, smacking bubble gum between talking to her friend.

Thunder rumbled over in the distance. The girl with the white streak stopped talking to look over to the north at the dark clouds.

Her friend continued to speak. ”I just wish you wouldn’t goad him, Sophia. If you get expelled, who else am I going to talk to?”

Sophia stopped staring out at the storm, looking back at her friend with a small smile, “He won’t kick me out. I’m that poor heathen girl, remember?” She held her hand to her chest, fluttering her eyelashes, “Someone must save my soul from eternal damnation in the hands of Mephisto….”

Her friend, Sydney’s, face twitched as she tried not to smile, ”Satan, we call him Satan.”

“But Mephisto runs Hell-…. Whatever.” Sophia waved a hand, “Look, I promise I won’t intentionally seek him out. But for a priest, the guy is a real pain in the-“

”Hey you gals!”

Sophia and Sydney turned, spotting the green archways of Arnaud’s and underneath them, Ms. Carolyn Parker who was whipping her hands on her apron. ”Y’all better be comin’ in here for my food! Best way to pass storm is with a bowl of good food!”

Sophia barked out a laugh, swiping a mosquito out of the air and turning to wink at Sydney. “I could stand for a bowl of Jambalaya.” She turned and walked toward Ms. Parker, practically skipping at the thought of the magical food that only a Louisianan could make. “Though if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to fatten me up, Ms. Parker.”

Ms. Parker gave her a grin, reaching out and pinching the bone of Sophia’s shoulder, making the girl hop away with a yelp. ”Well, someone has gotta do it girl. Lord only knows a bit more meat on them bones…”

She was cut off when a yowl came echoing down the street.

Sophia, Sydney, and Ms. Parker all look down the street. The tourists and citizens had begun to file inside, no one else seemed to have noticed the loud noise. ”Well what do you suppose… do you think someone ran over a cat?”

“Big cat…” Sophia handed her backpack to Sydney, “Ya’ll go inside, spoon me up a bowl. I’ll be right there.”

Sophia started down the street, hearing Sydney’s ‘be careful’ as she did so.

Every sense she had told her something was wrong. Mist started to flow into the street, but no one seemed to notice. The farther down she walked, the more the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up.

Pausing, Sophia let out a cry as she threw up a purple colored, magical barrier just as something black came hurdling toward her….

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