Soph Walker
Jan 1, 2014 19:05:06 GMT -5
Post by Soph Walker on Jan 1, 2014 19:05:06 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Sophia Quinn Walker
Nickname: Soph, Viper
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Snake-like venom – She has fangs that produce venom upon biting. After several years of training, she has control enough to be able to adjust the venom’s toxicity anywhere from completely harmless to near deadly. She’s also found she can spit it. It leaves a rather foul taste in her mouth, which strengthens with the degree of her toxin, and while she is resistant to her own venom, she has shown occasional stomach aches in relation to her power. When her fangs initially grew in, she needed braces to readjust her jaw, and she still has to wear a retainer (with headgear) when she sleeps.
Play By: Meaghan RathLet it F L O W . . .Excerpts from a young girl's journal.---
Tomorrow’s the first day of middle school. Nessa and I only have two classes together, which sucks, ‘cause we’ve been in the same class since kindergarten, you know? This whole different teachers for different subjects thing is stupid. Mom says I can use it as an opportunity to make new friends. Ugh, okay Mom. I mean, it’s not like I don’t have other friends, it’s just that I’ve known Nessa longer than anyone else. You can’t just replace that.---
Classes were alright. Nessa and I both met a lot of new people from the other elementary schools. We spent half of every lesson introducing ourselves and sharing stupid facts like favorite color, movies, music, that sort of thing. A bunch people said Taylor Swift was their favorite, but Paramore is way better...I love Hayley Williams! You know they both started singing in Tennessee? That’s so weird! Guess Tennessee's the place to go to start a music career, instead of, like, New York or Beverly Hills.---
Venessa ran off with those fake Barbie girls. We’ve barely been in school for two weeks and suddenly she’s wearing different clothes and mascara and can’t hang out with me at lunch. She won’t even say hi to me in the morning anymore. The last time I talked to her she said we needed to keep up with the middle school fashion and stop acting like little kids, but I told her I wasn’t going to wear that crap.
What the heck? We’re supposed to be friends forever.---
Started hanging out with this girl in my history class. She and few of her friends have been teaching me how to skateboard. It’s pretty cool, I guess. Better than stupid Nessa anyway. She still won’t talk to me.
Whatever. We’re going to go hang out at the skatepark after school tomorrow. Never been to one before so I’m looking forward to it.
The Fall dance is in a couple weeks, so I’m going with my new friends. Some people are actually bringing dates, but I’ve never really been into that. Mom says I can’t date until I’m 16 anyways, so I’d either have to say no or pretend to be going with friends or something like that. It’s too much trouble.---
My teeth are aching all the time, and I have to go see an orthodontist. Apparently there’s something weird going on with the way they’re growing in and it needs to be fixed. The dentist was talking about all kinds of weird stuff like oral surgery and chains. And I have to get braces! As if puberty wasn’t bad enough.
Mom blames the boarding, but I’ve only hit my face a couple of times. Barely even got concrete burn last time.---
Jenna invited me over to her house to play games on her old PS2. She’s trying to make me feel better after
thedreadedheadgear.
Uuuuugggggh. I can’t believe they did this to me. It looks horrible! If you ever thought having braces was bad you’re wrong because you’ve never experienced the horror of HEADGEAR. And everything hurts! I can barely eat!
WHHHYYYY?---
I hate this headgear! It’s ruining my l i f e. That duchenozzle in algebra thought it’d be funny to nickname me Viper. He knows I hate my teeth, so I know he meant it as an insult, but I’m just going to start telling people to call me it. Suck on that, haters.
My sister Julia thinks it’s hilarious.
Jenna offered to punch him, but I told her no way. She might do it anyway. I dunno, she's kinda like that.
Some creepy MIB people came and told my parents that I have to go to some private school in Vermont. This is so stupid. I just made new friends!
Middle school is t e r r i b l e.---
It's cold here. I hate it. Snow isn't nearly as fun as people claim it is. I can't go anywhere. I can't skateboard. I get yelled at for boarding in the halls. Vermont is terrible. I want to go back to Cali!---
Thank God summer vacay is almost here. Being at Hammel got better in Spring but I'm so sick of classes. School isn't quite the same as it was...I mean, it's better that it's more integrated with high school but bluh, who likes classes anyway? And the whole power training thing is weird... I can't wait until I get all my math credits. I think I'm going to fail this year. Got some sympathy from mom by blaming it on the move, but dad is livid.
Going to join the drama club next year. I'm told extracurriculars are good for you or something, and I guess it'll give me something to do in winter. I think I can take theater and singing classes too. That's what's up.---
Mom bought me this super uggo coat to wear next winter. You'll never see me stuck in that in a million years, I'll sick to my hoodies. I don't care if it's cold. Having to wear headgear for a few months was bad enough, and I never want to go through that humiliation again.
I still have to wear that thing at night. It gives me nightmares. Ugh.---
I PASSED!
Julia said that meant I get to be her designated driver while I’m home. Which, seeing as I’m only sixteen, isn’t going to fly since I’ll be stuck waiting in the car while she and her friends get to go clubbing since none of the bars in town will let a minor in. Nooo thaaanks.
Gram and Grandma J offered to help me buy a car, but since mom and dad wouldn’t let me drive it to school I told them to wait until I graduate. I prefer my boards to driving anyway.
There’s just a few more weeks until summer vacation is over and then it’s back to Hammel. Ah well. At least my seventeenth birthday is coming up in August. I could get those new headphones I’ve been eying.
Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Alias
Age: Twenties
RP Experience: At least half my life
How did you find us?: RecommendationShow your S K I L L S . . .The sheets jumped as soon as music began to blare from the teenager’s phone at 8 o’clock sharp. It was a morning alarm supposedly softened by the latest hit single, but the volume was still startling enough to wake the girl. Soph’s hand dragged across her nightstand until she found the perch of her phone. She silently pulled it closer to her drowsy face, tapped on the screen to make the music stop, and moaned a groggy teenage moan into her pillow.
Morning’s were the worst.
Soph—or Viper, as she had come to call herself—rolled irritably out of bed and sluggishly walked to her shared bathroom to take off her headgear and brush her teeth. Since the girl had started taking showers at night so she could add twenty extra minutes to her sleep time, showering in the morning had become unnecessary. She quickly straightened her bedhead before returning to her room to pick an outfit for the day. It didn’t take much deliberating before she pulled on some baggy camo pants and a tight black t-shirt. Soph turned to her desk with a lazy yawn and applied her makeup using the small desk mirror her sister sent her last Christmas, then, after blowing a quick kiss to her reflection, pulled her beanie over her ears to complete her usual look.
Breakfast had been open since much earlier, and with her first class of the day starting soon, she needed to get down to the cafeteria for a bowl of Frosted Flakes before it closed. Whether or not she was still going to go to class was another matter entirely. With math as first period it was tempting to skip morning classes altogether—a bad habit she had picked up long ago and that her parents weren’t so thrilled about. Of course, there wasn’t much they could do from the other side of the country, and Soph wasn’t exactly threatened by detention.
She slipped on her oversized sneakers and kicked her skateboard up into her hand. Not bothering to grab her backpack (she rarely brought any supplies to classes these days, so she wouldn't need it if she did decide to go to class later), the teenager took her sweet time wandering down to the dining area.
Cereal time.
