Post by Jenna on Jul 20, 2015 11:15:55 GMT -5
Player:
Jennabean
Best Contact Method(s):
Just scream.
Have you read the General Rules?:
Yep.
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Nope.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
I am the contact person.
Character Name:
Sophia Tesoro
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
October 31, 1410
City / Region:
Pistoia, Seravino
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Tesoro
Played by:
Léa Seydoux
Appearance:
Slender, blond and willowy, Sophie - as she is called over the more formal name of Sophia - is of average height but blessed with a feminine figure. Long arms end in slim, sensitive, and burn-crossed fingers. Her hair falls in long waves, typically hanging in her face unless she is working; then it is tied tightly back to avoid catching or dragging. Clear blue eyes are contained in an oval face of ivory porcelain. She dresses in what pleases her eye and sensations with no concern whatsoever for fashion. A constant trial to her poor twin sister, Sophie does not care if she is laughed at for going barefoot and looking like she came out of a faerie-mist in a book of tales. She is comfortable, the colors and fabrics do not irritate her and she is covered. However, there is one item that she never removes - a gold bracelet with a dragon's head set as the clasp with blue topaz eyes; Giulia has one identical, but with sapphire eyes.
Personality:
Sophie is cool to the point of icy, aloof and reserved. She surrounds herself with the impenetrable armor of nobility and hauteur, preferring to remain unapproachable. If ever Archades harbored an Ice Princess, it is she. She holds herself tall, elegant, graceful… and utterly remote, as if she would shatter like the most fragile ice on a sunny day if merely touched. Often embracing silence rather than speech, there is something behind her eyes that suggests much of her demeanor is a sham… if you have the courage to look that deeply or get that close.
Sophie conducts herself with the utmost courtesy and politeness, but she prefers to be overlooked, ignored. Not that she is shy; shyness is not a flaw from which she suffers, but self-imposed, rigid discipline compels her to speak little. When she does speak, her voice has almost a rusty quality, as if seldom used, yet she uses her eyes and expressions in a very articulate fashion. Her face is the barometer of her reactions, speaking far more eloquently than mere words.
The truth is, Sophie has a terrible temper. She views the gift of Tesoro beauty as a curse, and the artistry running through her blood as a disease for which she prays daily to cure. So violent is her temper that she has been known to physically attack the one who angered her, or worse, go on rampages that leave a wake of destruction in her path.
She spends a great deal of time either in her twin sister’s company or alone, the better to keep herself in check and away from the tests of patience, understanding or many of the virtues she lacks. Music is a panacea, her harp often the means by which she purges her treacherous, volatile emotions.
Moreso, she is emotionally fragile. Without the strength and support of her twin sister to anchor her, Sophie fears losing herself in the darkness that hovers around her constantly. She has sworn never to marry away from or leave her family despite her mother’s pleas and her father’s scoffing. Life without Giulia close at hand would be nothing short of a disaster.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Metalsmith
Jewelry designer/crafter
Sketching
Music
Gem shaping and refining, carving.
Character History:
The third born child and second daughter of Cecilio Tesoro and his lady Lydia, Sophie was a bane to her gentle mother, a trial to her father. Either silent and still or screaming and red-faced with flailing limbs, she was a difficult baby and toddler. Fortunately, her siblings had the knack for soothing her; so long as she could hear or see Benedicto, Oriana or Giuliana, she was calm and played quietly, obeyed with docility and behaved almost normally.
For a time, they feared Sophie was deaf; she appeared unable to speak and ignored certain voices and commands as if she’d never heard them until she first heard the strains of a harp played by a traveling minstrel. Small hands reached for the instrument and when denied, Sophie proceeded to pitch a fit almost legendary for so young a child. Initially startled but curious and perhaps understanding, the minstrel allowed her to hold one of his lap-harps. The instrument was almost too big for her, but the minute small, spindly fingers touched the strings, she gave an angel’s smile and plucked out a soft little tune that reassured her parents that their daughter was perfectly able to hear; the tune was a lullaby Lydia often sang to soothe her restless and fractious daughter.
As she grew, Sophie’s temper seemed to grow more controlled yet there were still displays of fire that burned away the ice. Violence was increasingly rare unless she was severely provoked; thanks to her brothers and sister, most efforts to tease or bully the girl were instantly averted – more for the one bullying than Sophie’s own. She held nothing back in a fight, using fists, nails and feet to vent her fury. Skinned knees, bruises and scrapes weren’t unusual when Sophie tried to escape the storm of her temper.
With the onset of puberty came a time of self-imposed withdrawal, a kind of hermitage akin to a cloistered priestess. Sophie often disappeared without so much as a word to her family about where she was going, what she did or with whom she did it. Returning hours later, exhausted, pale and with strange scars on her hands and arms, the sight of her provoked significant concern from older siblings and parents, yet she refused to answer questions put to her. Aware that any efforts on their part to discover what Sophie was up to might prove disastrous, her older brother sought out Giulia, knowing Sophie would never do anything to harm her twin or deny anything Giulia asked, hoping the older twin could discover the truth behind Sophie’s mysterious behaviors.
Fortunately, Giuliana agreed and followed her sister one late fall afternoon. Returning some time later, she reassured Benedicto and their parents that Sophie was doing nothing outrageous or improper, only practicing her harp away from any listeners. More, she struggled almost feverishly to learn how to control herself. Despite their doubts, Cecilio and Lydia agreed to the older twin’s suggestion that Sophie be left in peace to do what she needed to. Their reward came within a week’s time – Sophie’s demeanor visibly altered. She was still silent and withdrawn, but docilely obedient, courteous when she replied to her parents, and began to conduct herself in a manner appropriate to a lady of Pistoia.
That did not mean Sophie’s temper was conquered; far from it, but so long as she is not separated from her twin or denied her harp, she is usually controlled or will excuse herself to regain control over herself. She has adamantly refused to marry, knowing few men would be able to handle her temper, much less accept her ways, but fears the day that Giulia marries. It will mean her beloved twin is taken from her… and that could be disastrous.
Writing Sample:
Amused by the entire exchange, Daniela swiftly realized that the man did not recognize or remember her from his last visit to Terre Verde. Then again, she'd still been a child with her hair in braids, but surely it had not been that long ago that no spark of recognition lurked in his eye. That only made this all the more enjoyable for her; the opportunity to tease and torment him was far too great to resist.
Taking a step back, she allowed herself a bold perusal of Arturo's tall, lean form. Obviously, he knew himself an attractive man, his skin darkened by the desert sun and garbed as befit a merchant prince. The well-trimmed beard on his face did nothing to hide his handsomeness. "You look to be hale enough, though it's hard to tell as I'm not a trained physician," she added a touch of a mischievous smile. "But Rohari, you say? By way of Solaria, perhaps?"
Jennabean
Best Contact Method(s):
Just scream.
Have you read the General Rules?:
Yep.
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:
Nope.
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
I am the contact person.
Character Name:
Sophia Tesoro
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Birthdate:
October 31, 1410
City / Region:
Pistoia, Seravino
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]:
Tesoro
Played by:
Léa Seydoux
Appearance:
Slender, blond and willowy, Sophie - as she is called over the more formal name of Sophia - is of average height but blessed with a feminine figure. Long arms end in slim, sensitive, and burn-crossed fingers. Her hair falls in long waves, typically hanging in her face unless she is working; then it is tied tightly back to avoid catching or dragging. Clear blue eyes are contained in an oval face of ivory porcelain. She dresses in what pleases her eye and sensations with no concern whatsoever for fashion. A constant trial to her poor twin sister, Sophie does not care if she is laughed at for going barefoot and looking like she came out of a faerie-mist in a book of tales. She is comfortable, the colors and fabrics do not irritate her and she is covered. However, there is one item that she never removes - a gold bracelet with a dragon's head set as the clasp with blue topaz eyes; Giulia has one identical, but with sapphire eyes.
Personality:
Sophie is cool to the point of icy, aloof and reserved. She surrounds herself with the impenetrable armor of nobility and hauteur, preferring to remain unapproachable. If ever Archades harbored an Ice Princess, it is she. She holds herself tall, elegant, graceful… and utterly remote, as if she would shatter like the most fragile ice on a sunny day if merely touched. Often embracing silence rather than speech, there is something behind her eyes that suggests much of her demeanor is a sham… if you have the courage to look that deeply or get that close.
Sophie conducts herself with the utmost courtesy and politeness, but she prefers to be overlooked, ignored. Not that she is shy; shyness is not a flaw from which she suffers, but self-imposed, rigid discipline compels her to speak little. When she does speak, her voice has almost a rusty quality, as if seldom used, yet she uses her eyes and expressions in a very articulate fashion. Her face is the barometer of her reactions, speaking far more eloquently than mere words.
The truth is, Sophie has a terrible temper. She views the gift of Tesoro beauty as a curse, and the artistry running through her blood as a disease for which she prays daily to cure. So violent is her temper that she has been known to physically attack the one who angered her, or worse, go on rampages that leave a wake of destruction in her path.
She spends a great deal of time either in her twin sister’s company or alone, the better to keep herself in check and away from the tests of patience, understanding or many of the virtues she lacks. Music is a panacea, her harp often the means by which she purges her treacherous, volatile emotions.
Moreso, she is emotionally fragile. Without the strength and support of her twin sister to anchor her, Sophie fears losing herself in the darkness that hovers around her constantly. She has sworn never to marry away from or leave her family despite her mother’s pleas and her father’s scoffing. Life without Giulia close at hand would be nothing short of a disaster.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Metalsmith
Jewelry designer/crafter
Sketching
Music
Gem shaping and refining, carving.
Character History:
The third born child and second daughter of Cecilio Tesoro and his lady Lydia, Sophie was a bane to her gentle mother, a trial to her father. Either silent and still or screaming and red-faced with flailing limbs, she was a difficult baby and toddler. Fortunately, her siblings had the knack for soothing her; so long as she could hear or see Benedicto, Oriana or Giuliana, she was calm and played quietly, obeyed with docility and behaved almost normally.
For a time, they feared Sophie was deaf; she appeared unable to speak and ignored certain voices and commands as if she’d never heard them until she first heard the strains of a harp played by a traveling minstrel. Small hands reached for the instrument and when denied, Sophie proceeded to pitch a fit almost legendary for so young a child. Initially startled but curious and perhaps understanding, the minstrel allowed her to hold one of his lap-harps. The instrument was almost too big for her, but the minute small, spindly fingers touched the strings, she gave an angel’s smile and plucked out a soft little tune that reassured her parents that their daughter was perfectly able to hear; the tune was a lullaby Lydia often sang to soothe her restless and fractious daughter.
As she grew, Sophie’s temper seemed to grow more controlled yet there were still displays of fire that burned away the ice. Violence was increasingly rare unless she was severely provoked; thanks to her brothers and sister, most efforts to tease or bully the girl were instantly averted – more for the one bullying than Sophie’s own. She held nothing back in a fight, using fists, nails and feet to vent her fury. Skinned knees, bruises and scrapes weren’t unusual when Sophie tried to escape the storm of her temper.
With the onset of puberty came a time of self-imposed withdrawal, a kind of hermitage akin to a cloistered priestess. Sophie often disappeared without so much as a word to her family about where she was going, what she did or with whom she did it. Returning hours later, exhausted, pale and with strange scars on her hands and arms, the sight of her provoked significant concern from older siblings and parents, yet she refused to answer questions put to her. Aware that any efforts on their part to discover what Sophie was up to might prove disastrous, her older brother sought out Giulia, knowing Sophie would never do anything to harm her twin or deny anything Giulia asked, hoping the older twin could discover the truth behind Sophie’s mysterious behaviors.
Fortunately, Giuliana agreed and followed her sister one late fall afternoon. Returning some time later, she reassured Benedicto and their parents that Sophie was doing nothing outrageous or improper, only practicing her harp away from any listeners. More, she struggled almost feverishly to learn how to control herself. Despite their doubts, Cecilio and Lydia agreed to the older twin’s suggestion that Sophie be left in peace to do what she needed to. Their reward came within a week’s time – Sophie’s demeanor visibly altered. She was still silent and withdrawn, but docilely obedient, courteous when she replied to her parents, and began to conduct herself in a manner appropriate to a lady of Pistoia.
That did not mean Sophie’s temper was conquered; far from it, but so long as she is not separated from her twin or denied her harp, she is usually controlled or will excuse herself to regain control over herself. She has adamantly refused to marry, knowing few men would be able to handle her temper, much less accept her ways, but fears the day that Giulia marries. It will mean her beloved twin is taken from her… and that could be disastrous.
Writing Sample:
Amused by the entire exchange, Daniela swiftly realized that the man did not recognize or remember her from his last visit to Terre Verde. Then again, she'd still been a child with her hair in braids, but surely it had not been that long ago that no spark of recognition lurked in his eye. That only made this all the more enjoyable for her; the opportunity to tease and torment him was far too great to resist.
Taking a step back, she allowed herself a bold perusal of Arturo's tall, lean form. Obviously, he knew himself an attractive man, his skin darkened by the desert sun and garbed as befit a merchant prince. The well-trimmed beard on his face did nothing to hide his handsomeness. "You look to be hale enough, though it's hard to tell as I'm not a trained physician," she added a touch of a mischievous smile. "But Rohari, you say? By way of Solaria, perhaps?"
