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| Sophia_Jade
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| General characteristics Name: Sophia Jade Titles: Lady Sofia, The Sea Mistress, Bastard Child Actual Age: 22 Origin : Safron Bay (a coastal city frequented by many a pirate) Physical Description Gender: Female Race: Human Appeared Age: 20-22 Height: 5'6" Weight: 120lbs Body Build: athletic and curvaceous Eye Color: Jade Green Hair General: Long dark brown and slightly wavy hair, top most layers are bleached copper from sun exposure Skin Color: Deep tan Piercings: hoop earrings in each ear, on her left ear are 4 studs and 2 smaller hoop earrings going up the cartilage. Tattoo(s): A small crossbones and skull on her left ring finger. In the middle of her back is a Celtic tattoo of the sun. Special Abilities and Powers Natural Born: Keen eyesight Natural Born: Acrobatic Dual Wield (self explanatory) Personality Sofia is fun loving, independent, and sometimes crude. Her loyalty to those close to her is unwavering. Interests: Sea life and rum Aversion: Men who think it's attractive to approach her as them stumble when they walk and fumble with their speech. Having no rum. Ideology: Living outside of the moral and ethical limits of society is a fruitful, eventful, and ever spontaneous life. Possessions Two identical scimitars whose hilts are encrusted with pearls. A single shot pistol and a bag of ammo. History - An Age of Piracy A babe in a jade adorned basket slept while its mother rushed hurriedly through the damp night. Her beautiful face was shrouded beneath the dark leather and velvet cloak she wore to protect herself against the moistness of the sea fog. She fled from some unknown foe that had stalked her from her former home to this very port city, Safron Bay. Beginning to lose ground she felt she had to abandon her priceless burden. Forcing herself to move faster among the alleys of the Bay, she found a large home whose door was made of a finely carved oak wood. She laid down the basket and stroked the face of the sleeping child once more before turning back towards the direction she had come. Should her life end, a piece of her soul would forever live on. The cry of a child began to ring through the streets as the babe heard the last sounds of its mother, light footsteps fading into the distance on the broken cobble road. All that was left was a lost past and an unknown future… A house door opened and shed it’s light on the newborn child. Unbeknownst to it’s mother who had hoped for a wealthy merchant family to adopt her daughter, the merchant’s harlot was the one to step through the front door. She looked curiously, tilting her head as she watched as the baby squirmed in its blankets. Then looking from side to side and see nothing but an empty alley, she grabbed up the basket and took the child home. “Shhh…” She whispered as she caressed the small girls face. “No one will ever know you are not my own.” Smiling coldly to herself she thought, and many a man would pay to keep their wives from knowing you exist, even if you were. For many years the child who would grow to be Sofia Jade lived with the scrutiny and sarcasm that was her, “mother’s love”. Growing ever independent she learned that it was only in herself that she could trust. It was her choices that defined her. Not her friends, not society’s, and certainly not her mother’s. Feeling void as a child Sofia knew there was something more she needed so she turned to learning the tricks of the trade and the way of a pirate. It was the most exhilarating and unpredictable training that Sofia ever imagined. It was this lifestyle she envied. Living out of the rules of normal human beings, outside of society’s limitations was the freest form of life. Who could want anything more? And who could bare anything less? There are downfalls to this life. In great gain there is always great loss. The law of averages seemed to have this effect in the daily and varied lives of people, as it does in times of peace and war. It was expected in the life of a pirate. You either succeed or meet dramatic failure. There was one man however who seemed to defy the odds, a man who stood out in Sofia’s youth. A man who would in time, know and recognize her potential and love her for her passion. It would not be until her later days that she would find him and see him as more than an infamous pirate, but as a man. It was beside him that she would discover her true self. She would find herself to be the women you all know as Lady Sofia, a mistress of the sea and a pirate’s love. An Age of Darkness Unknown to Sophia Jade, the freedom of a world with no rules provided nothing but a limitless lust for vengeance of a life that was robbed from her. A life that had once held a promising future was now riddled with aversion and conflict. In a world of piracy, with unbridled chaos and un-avenged evil exists a supreme darkness. It is not a being, but an element that is carried within the hearts of men. It grows and is nurtured only by the malevolent actions of its keeper. The sudden death of Sophia's pirate lover drove her to the bottom less pit that had become her heart. All that was left was the darkness that she let develop within herself. It was the darkness that she would allow to consume her soul. Walking dazed through the streets of her hometown, Sophia’s thoughts were lost to the ever-redundant indulgence of alcohol. Images of murdered men and burning ships plagued her guilty conscience and emerged in flashes of vivid thought. “There is no forgiveness for me. I can not give back the lives I’ve taken, only my own life could offer the proper retribution,” or so she felt as she half-hazardly wandered into the center of Safron Bay. Only a few willingly traveled through the very core of the city. You were either supremely able-bodied, an ignorant vagabond, or just plain foolish to enter into it’s deadly shadows. On this particular night, Sophia had become a little of all of these things. Shortly after pausing against a brick building to gather her senses, a group of opportunists happened upon her. Their intent was evident through the anxiousness of their movements and the covetous look in their eyes. “So the gods have judged me,” She whispered to herself as she prepared to fight for her life. Like a wall of shadow the group came against her in a united front. Easily overcoming her defenses, they held her. She struggled against their restraints and cursed them for cowards. As one of them pulled an iron hilted dagger, a looming figure appeared over the heads of her assailants. One by one they turned toward the stranger, and in a flash of bloodshed all four men were slaughtered, taken down within only a few seconds of knowing they were in danger. Sophia beheld the onslaught with delight. She had not been judged after all. Or better yet, a hand in fate had been dealt. As her savior held out his hand to her, she new she had been given another chance at life. Looking up with wonder in her eyes she asked, “Who are you? When he answered, his name shone bright in her mind. “Scarlet…” The name flowed from her lips like the blood he spilled on that destined moonlit night. He would offer her the opportunity of a lifetime. Together they would create an intricate hierarchy of killers and assassins. Some of them were fellow pirates of the lady and her deceased captain. Others were men and women who had come to prove themselves worthy to be among the elites. With their trusted officers and friends, the new couple made a name for themselves, Soul Assassins. As a group they worked to become some of the very best killers in all of Westland. |
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