May 29, 2023 21:51:16 GMT
mochi and Freja Helt like this
Post by Sofia Farlyte on May 29, 2023 21:51:16 GMT
credits to @rx for the template
[attr="class","body"]
[attr="class","header1"]Sofia Alexandria Farlyte
[attr="class","header2"]Overview
» NAME: Sofia A. Farlyte
» AGE: 22, But don't ask a lady her age!
» GENDER: Female, duh.
» AFFILIATION: Student - Hero Course
» ALIAS: Sunbringer, Maiden of Dawn
» OCCUPATION: Professional Gymnast
» DEPARTMENT: Department of Heroes
[attr="class","body"]
WHO am I? Wouldn't you like to know paper-man! What a straight up thing to ask me to put on a school application. What the heck am I even supposed to say? I like long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners and delightfully oily massages at the spa? Oh wait. Personality. Not my likes. Well, this pen isn't going to erase that line of embarrassment so let's start over shall we?
Hiya! I'm Sofia Alexandria Farlyte! You want to know what makes me, me! And I'll tell you. It's not that complicated. Lucky for you I have a fair understanding of my personality. After all, it's mine. Duh. Generally speaking I'm friendly and approachable even if I often seem like I'm off in my own world. It's a bad habit, my therapist just says I enjoy my space by being an introverted extrovert. Try and wrap your head around that, punk. Anyways, most of my personality isn't really mine? That probably makes no sense but when I tell you how I got here today it will!
I am the kind of person who tries to be kind to everyone. Regardless of how they act, who they are or otherwise. You could say the worst things in the world to me and I will still do my best to be kind to you and help you if I can. Maybe this makes me a bit naiive and a bit easy to manipulate but you know what. If it helps make someone's day just a little bit better, I'll accept that. I mean as the old addage goes, treat others how you want to be treated. Plain and simple.
Now, back when I found my way into the world. Things were pretty unfamiliar. Even now, I've only been a part of the real world for about eight years now and there's still so much to experience! So on occasion I can be just a little confused at cultural references from the past twenty years. But don't worry, I'm the obsessive type who will spend an entire evening binging your favorite anime just so I can understand the references you're making. I'm weird like that.
I'm also hardworking. I know plenty of people say that on their resumes, but for me. I feel like if I'm not pushing myself to the limit towards my goals, then I'm failing. It's how I pushed myself to the top of my competitive gymnastics career in the years I've been active. If I'm not passing out by the end of a session, then I've not pushed hard enough. Within reason of course, I have no desire to kill myself. Safety first kiddo's!
There you go. That's me in a nutshell. Or a cake. Or whatever delicious reference you want to make here. The other pieces of me will come out given time. But I'll leave this here for now because I've got a date with the cutest RMT ever for a mud wrap at the spa. But don't tell my girlfriend I said that...she might legit end me.
Sofia OUT!
[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY
» POSITIVE TRAITS:✔ Polite and Proper | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:✘ Introverted |
» LIKES:✔ Helping Others | » DISLIKES:✘ Broccoli |
WHO am I? Wouldn't you like to know paper-man! What a straight up thing to ask me to put on a school application. What the heck am I even supposed to say? I like long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners and delightfully oily massages at the spa? Oh wait. Personality. Not my likes. Well, this pen isn't going to erase that line of embarrassment so let's start over shall we?
Hiya! I'm Sofia Alexandria Farlyte! You want to know what makes me, me! And I'll tell you. It's not that complicated. Lucky for you I have a fair understanding of my personality. After all, it's mine. Duh. Generally speaking I'm friendly and approachable even if I often seem like I'm off in my own world. It's a bad habit, my therapist just says I enjoy my space by being an introverted extrovert. Try and wrap your head around that, punk. Anyways, most of my personality isn't really mine? That probably makes no sense but when I tell you how I got here today it will!
I am the kind of person who tries to be kind to everyone. Regardless of how they act, who they are or otherwise. You could say the worst things in the world to me and I will still do my best to be kind to you and help you if I can. Maybe this makes me a bit naiive and a bit easy to manipulate but you know what. If it helps make someone's day just a little bit better, I'll accept that. I mean as the old addage goes, treat others how you want to be treated. Plain and simple.
Now, back when I found my way into the world. Things were pretty unfamiliar. Even now, I've only been a part of the real world for about eight years now and there's still so much to experience! So on occasion I can be just a little confused at cultural references from the past twenty years. But don't worry, I'm the obsessive type who will spend an entire evening binging your favorite anime just so I can understand the references you're making. I'm weird like that.
I'm also hardworking. I know plenty of people say that on their resumes, but for me. I feel like if I'm not pushing myself to the limit towards my goals, then I'm failing. It's how I pushed myself to the top of my competitive gymnastics career in the years I've been active. If I'm not passing out by the end of a session, then I've not pushed hard enough. Within reason of course, I have no desire to kill myself. Safety first kiddo's!
There you go. That's me in a nutshell. Or a cake. Or whatever delicious reference you want to make here. The other pieces of me will come out given time. But I'll leave this here for now because I've got a date with the cutest RMT ever for a mud wrap at the spa. But don't tell my girlfriend I said that...she might legit end me.
Sofia OUT!
[attr="class","body"]
» HEIGHT: I appear to be, 5' 11" according to this tape measure.
» WEIGHT: Rude. But 160 Lbs if you REALLY need to know.
» EYE COLOR: Burnt yellow like the sunrise.
» HAIR COLOR: Shock White.
» SKIN COLOR: Ivory, but not like the soap.
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Micaiah
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: Fire Emblem
Cute of face. Big of butt. What's there to tell? Gosh.
Seriously. I'm kidding. You want to know what I look like? What is this, some sort of modelling gig? Fine. If you insist.
I am in fact a 5' 11 and a half inch tall gal. Yes, there's a half there. Don't you forget it! You'd be surprised how much of a difference half an inch can make in many situations. That sounded dirtier than intended. Sorry. Anywho! Moving on. I weigh one hundred and thirty poun---What? I wrote one hundred and sixty on my application because that's what the scale said? Fine. Alright. Ahem, One hundred and sixty pounds. But it's all muscle. Or at least I hope it's muscle. My stomach has been feeling a little squishy lately.
Contrary to my previous lie, my hair is naturally without pigment. It can be a bit expensive hitting the salon every few weeks but as they say, beauty is expensive and I'd hate myself if I let my appearance slip for even a moment. Thank the gods my past pays the salon bills. I've got yellow eyes that my mum gave me! Although the burnt yellow aspect I think came from my grandmother. Hopefully this is accurate considering I can't see bloody color anyways. My hair and eyes could be completely different colors and I'd never bloody know!
Moving on! I've got fairly ivory skin. Which is apparently pretty uncommon where I'm from. My sister and mother are both white as a sheet. I'm almost thankful I'm not. At least I think they are, I've only ever seen pictures!
Besides the obvious I don't have many defining features about my appearance. Oh! Unless you count 'the scar'. You read that in an ominous voice didn't you? I tried to write it in an ominous voice. Right. The scar! It runs from base of my spine aaaaaaaall the way up to my hairline. What the heck could cause such a crazy scar? I'd like to say it was from some crazy fight where I rescued a boat full of orphans from a band of swashbuckling pirates. But it's not. It's from an injury sustained from a stasis machine. See, when I escaped my containment, my spine was all sorts of messed up, but thanks to the miracle of modern science I was all fixed up! Of course that defect left me effectively colorblind, but hey...you can't win them all right?
Moving on! That's me in a nutshell. I try to take good care of myself and I'm more than a bit fond of non-formal attire despite my coach demanding I wear frilly bloody dresses ninety percent of the time. Thank the gods for ballet lessons where I can wear something different!
That's me as a whole. Hopefully you've got an image of this lovely vision in your head now! If not...maybe I can dig up a photograph I actually like. I hate having my picture taken.
Sofia out.
[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE
» HEIGHT: I appear to be, 5' 11" according to this tape measure.
» WEIGHT: Rude. But 160 Lbs if you REALLY need to know.
» EYE COLOR: Burnt yellow like the sunrise.
» HAIR COLOR: Shock White.
» SKIN COLOR: Ivory, but not like the soap.
» FACE CLAIM NAME: Micaiah
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: Fire Emblem
Cute of face. Big of butt. What's there to tell? Gosh.
Seriously. I'm kidding. You want to know what I look like? What is this, some sort of modelling gig? Fine. If you insist.
I am in fact a 5' 11 and a half inch tall gal. Yes, there's a half there. Don't you forget it! You'd be surprised how much of a difference half an inch can make in many situations. That sounded dirtier than intended. Sorry. Anywho! Moving on. I weigh one hundred and thirty poun---What? I wrote one hundred and sixty on my application because that's what the scale said? Fine. Alright. Ahem, One hundred and sixty pounds. But it's all muscle. Or at least I hope it's muscle. My stomach has been feeling a little squishy lately.
Contrary to my previous lie, my hair is naturally without pigment. It can be a bit expensive hitting the salon every few weeks but as they say, beauty is expensive and I'd hate myself if I let my appearance slip for even a moment. Thank the gods my past pays the salon bills. I've got yellow eyes that my mum gave me! Although the burnt yellow aspect I think came from my grandmother. Hopefully this is accurate considering I can't see bloody color anyways. My hair and eyes could be completely different colors and I'd never bloody know!
Moving on! I've got fairly ivory skin. Which is apparently pretty uncommon where I'm from. My sister and mother are both white as a sheet. I'm almost thankful I'm not. At least I think they are, I've only ever seen pictures!
Besides the obvious I don't have many defining features about my appearance. Oh! Unless you count 'the scar'. You read that in an ominous voice didn't you? I tried to write it in an ominous voice. Right. The scar! It runs from base of my spine aaaaaaaall the way up to my hairline. What the heck could cause such a crazy scar? I'd like to say it was from some crazy fight where I rescued a boat full of orphans from a band of swashbuckling pirates. But it's not. It's from an injury sustained from a stasis machine. See, when I escaped my containment, my spine was all sorts of messed up, but thanks to the miracle of modern science I was all fixed up! Of course that defect left me effectively colorblind, but hey...you can't win them all right?
Moving on! That's me in a nutshell. I try to take good care of myself and I'm more than a bit fond of non-formal attire despite my coach demanding I wear frilly bloody dresses ninety percent of the time. Thank the gods for ballet lessons where I can wear something different!
That's me as a whole. Hopefully you've got an image of this lovely vision in your head now! If not...maybe I can dig up a photograph I actually like. I hate having my picture taken.
Sofia out.
[attr="class","body"]
Where did I come from? How did I end up here? You know, eight years ago I'd have said I came from a father who'd effectively kept me prisoner my entire life, one who I managed to put my fist through and escape to a world of Heroics in highschool. But guess what? I'd be lying. Because while that is me, none of that was...real. I know, this is awfully confusing isn't it! Why don't we start at the beginning instead?
I was born in a private hospital in Scotland. One where paperwork tends to get lost. I don't know if I had a loving mother, or a loving father. Because from that day forward I was put in a sort of stasis cell and hooked up to a machine that put my conscious self into a dream world composed of real world influence. Don't ask me how it works, it's part of my kidnappers weird quirk. That's a long story. But long story short, I spent fourteen years inside of this dream world. I was raised by a man I though was my father, I made friends, Heck I even had a life and goals!
Things were peachy in this dream world. Until the day of reckoning. I know, ominous yet again. But it kind of is. It had started subtle. My body would start to turn transparent like a ghost. I started seeing strange illusions and breaks in reality. Have you ever seen the matrix? It was kind of like I started to see through the veil pulled over my eyes! Except there was no man waiting with a red pill or a blue pill. No. Gradually I was pulled away from everything I knew. My world flickered and faded...
...Until one night I went to sleep and never woke up.
Well, I did wake up. Just not in that dream world. I woke up inside a machine. I was laying on some sort of padded bed with thousands of wires attached to various spots on my spine and a strange helmet on my head full of electrodes. The sound of a machine beeping and thumping next to me showed I had a heartbeat. I took my first real breath. The air tasted so different. I'll never forget what it felt like to touch my own skin for the first time.
I'll never forget the mysterious blonde woman who ripped that machine open and helped me escape that multi-dimensional facility and somehow ended up in Tokyo. Apparently I'd spent fourteen years of my life as a prisoner to the man who called himself my father. Serving as no more than a sleeping lab rat. I never got that woman's name and I'm fairly confident I'll never know where I actually came from. All I know is she died in my arms and I spent the next several years as an undocumented orphan in Tokyo proper. Luckily, a young woman I met in my first few weeks bleeding out on the streets helped me. She took me in, helped me get citizenship and has been my surrogate mother since the day we met.
Throw in eight years of living, an unhealthy with gymnastics and heroes and here I am now at UA University where I've been heavily torn between my motivation to push further into my gymnastics, or whether I use my quirk to inspire and help as many people as I can. Now if only I can get through a single day without having some sort of major Deja Vu.
[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY
Where did I come from? How did I end up here? You know, eight years ago I'd have said I came from a father who'd effectively kept me prisoner my entire life, one who I managed to put my fist through and escape to a world of Heroics in highschool. But guess what? I'd be lying. Because while that is me, none of that was...real. I know, this is awfully confusing isn't it! Why don't we start at the beginning instead?
I was born in a private hospital in Scotland. One where paperwork tends to get lost. I don't know if I had a loving mother, or a loving father. Because from that day forward I was put in a sort of stasis cell and hooked up to a machine that put my conscious self into a dream world composed of real world influence. Don't ask me how it works, it's part of my kidnappers weird quirk. That's a long story. But long story short, I spent fourteen years inside of this dream world. I was raised by a man I though was my father, I made friends, Heck I even had a life and goals!
Things were peachy in this dream world. Until the day of reckoning. I know, ominous yet again. But it kind of is. It had started subtle. My body would start to turn transparent like a ghost. I started seeing strange illusions and breaks in reality. Have you ever seen the matrix? It was kind of like I started to see through the veil pulled over my eyes! Except there was no man waiting with a red pill or a blue pill. No. Gradually I was pulled away from everything I knew. My world flickered and faded...
...Until one night I went to sleep and never woke up.
Well, I did wake up. Just not in that dream world. I woke up inside a machine. I was laying on some sort of padded bed with thousands of wires attached to various spots on my spine and a strange helmet on my head full of electrodes. The sound of a machine beeping and thumping next to me showed I had a heartbeat. I took my first real breath. The air tasted so different. I'll never forget what it felt like to touch my own skin for the first time.
I'll never forget the mysterious blonde woman who ripped that machine open and helped me escape that multi-dimensional facility and somehow ended up in Tokyo. Apparently I'd spent fourteen years of my life as a prisoner to the man who called himself my father. Serving as no more than a sleeping lab rat. I never got that woman's name and I'm fairly confident I'll never know where I actually came from. All I know is she died in my arms and I spent the next several years as an undocumented orphan in Tokyo proper. Luckily, a young woman I met in my first few weeks bleeding out on the streets helped me. She took me in, helped me get citizenship and has been my surrogate mother since the day we met.
Throw in eight years of living, an unhealthy with gymnastics and heroes and here I am now at UA University where I've been heavily torn between my motivation to push further into my gymnastics, or whether I use my quirk to inspire and help as many people as I can. Now if only I can get through a single day without having some sort of major Deja Vu.
[attr="class","body"]
Phoenix Teardrop Necklace: This is the only remaining piece she keeps of the day she woke up in her 'prison'. A necklace on a sparkling elegant silver chain with a teardrop shaped red-orange jewel at the bottom. Inside of it is a fiery crystallized feather. It was given to her by the woman who rescued her. She has no idea why it was given, or even it's meaning. But Sofia is extremely protective of this necklace.
[attr="class","header2"]ITEMS
Phoenix Teardrop Necklace: This is the only remaining piece she keeps of the day she woke up in her 'prison'. A necklace on a sparkling elegant silver chain with a teardrop shaped red-orange jewel at the bottom. Inside of it is a fiery crystallized feather. It was given to her by the woman who rescued her. She has no idea why it was given, or even it's meaning. But Sofia is extremely protective of this necklace.
[attr="class","body"]
QUIRK NAME: ReLight Emotions
QUIRK RANK: B+
QUIRK TYPE: Emitter
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Sofia's quirk is that of light. Or more specifically, hard light. She possesses the ability to harden, shape and manipulate light. What this means is that she can cause light to harden and be manipulated in many different ways. This can range from forming a hardlight barrier of light to more offensive uses such as forming objects and constructs to attack.
Her quirk is channeled almost exclusively through her eyes with minor help from the rest of her body to help shape and direct anything created. The color of the light that is used will affect the color of her constructs.
QUIRK DRAWBACKS: Drawbacks of Sofia's quirk is that overuse can and will cause her eyes to strain and bleed and can also cause temporary or semi-permanent blindness as it takes her ability to perceive light to make use of her quirk. There is also the impact of her quirk, if she uses it to condense and release light energy for concussive force, the backlash can be more than enough to shatter bone, muscle etc. etc. if she isn't careful.
[attr="class","header2"]QUIRKY BITS
QUIRK NAME: ReLight Emotions
QUIRK RANK: B+
QUIRK TYPE: Emitter
QUIRK DESCRIPTION: Sofia's quirk is that of light. Or more specifically, hard light. She possesses the ability to harden, shape and manipulate light. What this means is that she can cause light to harden and be manipulated in many different ways. This can range from forming a hardlight barrier of light to more offensive uses such as forming objects and constructs to attack.
Her quirk is channeled almost exclusively through her eyes with minor help from the rest of her body to help shape and direct anything created. The color of the light that is used will affect the color of her constructs.
QUIRK DRAWBACKS: Drawbacks of Sofia's quirk is that overuse can and will cause her eyes to strain and bleed and can also cause temporary or semi-permanent blindness as it takes her ability to perceive light to make use of her quirk. There is also the impact of her quirk, if she uses it to condense and release light energy for concussive force, the backlash can be more than enough to shatter bone, muscle etc. etc. if she isn't careful.
[attr="class","body"]
[newclass=.body]width:450px;margin:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:14px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.body b]color:#c93232[/newclass]
[newclass=.header1]font:bold 40px Arial;width:390px;background:rgb(25,25,25);color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:30px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.header2]font:bold 30px Arial;width:420px;background:rgb(25,25,25);margin:auto;color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:15px;[/newclass]
[attr="class","header2"]ATTRIBUTES
| » AWARENESS (C) | » VITALITY (C-) |
| » DURABILITY (D+) | » SPEED (C) |
| » DEXTERITY (B-) | » STRENGTH (D+) |
Limit Breakers: 5 Available | 0/45 Used
[attr="class","body"]
EQUIPMENT NAME: Dawnbreaker
EQUIPMENT RANK: D-
EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER: Unknown (Later to be Kei.)
EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION:
A battle-ready sword that Sofia keeps in her room and uses during training.
----------------------------------------------------------
EQUIPMENT NAME: Holographic Visor HUD
EQUIPMENT RANK: D-
EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER: Herself (Later to be Kei.)
EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION:
A stylish headband that projects a holographic visor in front of Sofia's eyes/face. In it's current form it can only display rudimentary information from her cellphone like texts and emails as well as video's from the internet. Serves no current mechanical benefit. (Think Pixie-Bob's headband/visor in the show minus the ears.)
(TO BE UPGRADED LATER)
[attr="class","header2"]EQUIPMENT
EQUIPMENT NAME: Dawnbreaker
EQUIPMENT RANK: D-
EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER: Unknown (Later to be Kei.)
EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION:
A battle-ready sword that Sofia keeps in her room and uses during training.
----------------------------------------------------------
EQUIPMENT NAME: Holographic Visor HUD
EQUIPMENT RANK: D-
EQUIPMENT MANUFACTURER: Herself (Later to be Kei.)
EQUIPMENT DESCRIPTION:
A stylish headband that projects a holographic visor in front of Sofia's eyes/face. In it's current form it can only display rudimentary information from her cellphone like texts and emails as well as video's from the internet. Serves no current mechanical benefit. (Think Pixie-Bob's headband/visor in the show minus the ears.)
(TO BE UPGRADED LATER)
[attr="class","body"]
SKILL NAME: Swordplay
SKILL RANK: B-
SKILL DESCRIPTION: With 7 years of training under her belt. Sofia excels in the art of swordplay. Originally it started as fencing, but over time her skills have evolved into her own technique and style when she grew beyond her classes and found fascination in the world of heroics. Her Dexterity and Awareness stats help her excel in this skill and it is a passion she's kept up with through the years.
SKILL NAME: Gymnastics/Acrobatics
SKILL RANK: B-
SKILL DESCRIPTION: Having done Gymnastics and Specializing in Acrobatics for 7 1/2 years now as well as being a competitive gymnast. Sofia has come to be able to apply these skills in a significant way in tandem with her quirk and fighting style. Whether it's something as simple as a front flip or complicated movements/acrobatics, she can do an excellent job at adapting it. This skill is also significantly helped by her Dexterity and Awareness Stats.
[attr="class","header2"]SKILLSET
SKILL NAME: Swordplay
SKILL RANK: B-
SKILL DESCRIPTION: With 7 years of training under her belt. Sofia excels in the art of swordplay. Originally it started as fencing, but over time her skills have evolved into her own technique and style when she grew beyond her classes and found fascination in the world of heroics. Her Dexterity and Awareness stats help her excel in this skill and it is a passion she's kept up with through the years.
SKILL NAME: Gymnastics/Acrobatics
SKILL RANK: B-
SKILL DESCRIPTION: Having done Gymnastics and Specializing in Acrobatics for 7 1/2 years now as well as being a competitive gymnast. Sofia has come to be able to apply these skills in a significant way in tandem with her quirk and fighting style. Whether it's something as simple as a front flip or complicated movements/acrobatics, she can do an excellent job at adapting it. This skill is also significantly helped by her Dexterity and Awareness Stats.
PLAYED BY THE ONE AND ONLY FIREFLY!
[newclass=.body]width:450px;margin:auto;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:14px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.body b]color:#c93232[/newclass]
[newclass=.header1]font:bold 40px Arial;width:390px;background:rgb(25,25,25);color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:30px;[/newclass]
[newclass=.header2]font:bold 30px Arial;width:420px;background:rgb(25,25,25);margin:auto;color:rgb(254, 254, 254);text-align:center;padding:15px;[/newclass]
