Post by Sofia Mantega on Mar 3, 2007 3:33:49 GMT
[[Well, hello! Applying yayyy, at Laurie/Primer's urging, ha. But, yes, I shifted Sofia from the comics into the film/site canon, so...I hope it works!]]
Name:
Sofia Mantega.
Codename:
Wind Dancer.
Age:
Sixteen.
Mutation:
Sofia has the power to manipulate wind. This can lend itself to subtle skills, like some rather sophisticated eavesdropping (by carrying voices to her), or larger things, like flight (if she could ever actually master it, beyond a bit of slight hovering and high jumping). She can also increase the strength of winds and direct them where she pleases. Clearly such a mutation could be quite powerful, as wind and air are all around us, but Sofia is still young and inexperienced. She has, however, embraced her mutation throughout her life, finding enjoyment and comfort in it, but generally not using it for anything too extensive. She has not used her powers offensively (excepting a certain destructive incident in her past) so she hasn’t discovered what she can do with her powers in that vein.
Physical Description:
Sofia has a dancer’s body—tall, slender, fluid—and she knows it. She understands movement, naturally, as her mutation is centred on the movement of the air, and how we move with it. Her body language exudes a casual confidence—it’s not arrogance, she is simply comfortable with her body. She has a natural beauty, with long, wavy brown hair and brown eyes. Again, she recognizes this fact, but is not vain or conceited. Her clothing style extends far and wide, as she is equally as comfortable in baggy shirts and sweatpants as she is in tight dresses and high heels. She avoids makeup as she feels it clogs her pores, not allowing her skin to breathe.
Personality:
Sofia is a glass-half-full kind of girl, and she wants others to feel the same. At least, that’s how she tries to live her life; sometimes she tries too hard, creating a cheerful façade and hiding away her darker feelings. She never does settle for mere contentment, though—she is all passion and emotion. She has a great need to please others, to be appreciated and loved, and when this is lacking from those she needs it from most, such as her father, it is an extremely harsh blow to her self-worth. Even as her own emotions are quite strong, she is not especially egocentric; she cares intensely for others, wanting to share her happiness with them and help them find happiness of their own.
Sometimes her strong emotions are too much for her to deal with. She makes a habit of tucking away her negative feelings, creating a harmful build up of this accumulated angst, which, while it remains bottled up, chips away at her cheerful persona. The more it builds up, the closer she gets to a breaking point, a release of emotion that she doesn’t quite know how to deal with, which can have harmful results.
Sofia needs companionship—she thrives emotionally with others, though her teamwork skills are a little lacking due to her strong personality. She holds tight to her opinions and struggles with compromise. When she doesn’t get along with someone, she really doesn’t get along, allowing for intense rivalries. But when she does mesh with someone, the connection is incredibly strong, at least on her end—this can lead to disappointment if others don’t return the enthusiasm or near unbreakable friendships if they do.
As she was forced to learn English extremely fast, she speaks with a bit of an accent and often fails at colloquial conversation, though she picks up on slang and speech patters rather easily.
Background:
Sofia was born in Caracas, Venezuela, which she still considers her home to this day. She was raised by her mother and was really quite happy with her life. She and her family accepted her mutation easily, so she grew rather attached to her powers, often using them to play with her little cousins. In fact, that’s what she had been doing when news of her mother’s death in city riots reached her. This turned her life completely upside down—along with the grief she felt over the loss of her mother, she was also to be shipped off to the United States to be with a father that hadn’t known she existed before receiving the call from Sofia’s uncle, who did not want to deal with the raising of a mutant—clearly the rest of her family did not accept her mutation as much as her mother had.
With her last connection to her mother, a charm bracelet her mother had been shopping for when she died, permanently around her wrist, Sofia went to Colorado. Trying to find some positives in the situation, Sofia looked forward to meeting this long lost father of hers, the owner of a supermarket chain, but she was severely disappointed upon arrival, as he made it clear that he did not want her there. He demanded that she learn English and never use her powers, and after three weeks of teaching herself English, she entered school, which turned out to be just as lonely as her new home. The other students did not accept her and she remained friendless, even after months of schooling. Now, instead of living in Venezuela with a nurturing, accepting family, she was stuck in Colorado, completely alone, without even the comfort of her powers.
Soon enough she heard about the new cure—or, rather, her father heard about it. He attached himself to the idea of it, suddenly paying Sofia more attention at the prospect of finally getting a normal daughter, or at least not having a mutant daughter to shame him anymore. Because Sofia was so eager to please him, especially in her weak, lonely state, she initially accepted the idea of getting the cure. He kept saying he would take her soon, but time went on and he still hadn’t found the time to take her to the clinic, and throughout this time Sofia was realizing how false his previous newfound time for his daughter was. She finally went to investigate the clinic herself, leaving him a phone message with the time, and when faced with the reality of the situation, and the lack of her father’s presence, she abandoned the plan for the cure—but her father didn’t need to know that. When he came home, she told him that she had gone through with it, to which he responded with a stern “Good” and went about his business.
Soon her sixteenth birthday approached, and even though her father thought she was cured, that wasn’t enough to get him to remember her birthday. Feeling especially lonely, she tried to reach out to her schoolmates, inviting them to hang out with her, but they all claimed to be busy—which she then heard over the wind was false; they just didn’t like her.
All of this rejection on her birthday was her breaking point. She went into one of her father’s supermarkets and completely destroyed it with a mini-hurricane, her first destructive act with her powers. No one was hurt, but she was taken to jail and plastered all over the news, and when her father arrived to see what was going on in jail, she said that she did it to see if he’d finally notice her. Disgusted and angry over her lie about taking the cure, he left her there for two days before getting her out of jail, only to tell her he was sending her back to Venezuela for more family that didn’t want her. Hating the idea of being shuffled somewhere else where she was unwanted, shediscovered Xavier Institute and her father was only too happy to get rid of her ran away to New York City and is now stuck there without a plan.
Current Affiliation:
[soon to be?] Xavier Institute Student.
Sample:
Sofia hates hospitals. Even this, a “free clinic”—which sounds nice enough, friendly, modest—has that undeniably stale feel. Hospitals are full of life and death, but as far as Sofia can tell, it’s all chemicals. She always seems to forget how much she hates this. This time, too, she walked in confident and optimistic, but now she just feels sick. Hospitals are the best place to feel sick, after all.
But she’s not here because of sickness (even if the majority of the population would disagree).
She sits down in the waiting room once the initial shock of the stifling atmosphere subsides. The chair is hard and cold, the same bright white as the walls surrounding her, and she feels a moment of claustrophobia. The least they could do is make us a little comfortable before… but her thoughts end there. Since she had heard about the cure on the news, she hasn’t been able to say the words to finish that sentence, though her father certainly made up for her hesitation. Ironic how he isn’t even there for this proud fatherly moment, the end of His Daughter, the Mutant, and the beginning of what he liked to call their “normal life.” Of course he never thought of it as the beginning of her normal life; her feelings were never a factor, only his reputation, his comfort, his ease of living, which, as he reminded her quite frequently, all disappeared when she was thrust into the scene.
“Sofia Mantega? The doctor is ready for you now.” The robotic, faux-cheery voice of the receptionist interrupts Sofia’s bitter mental tirade against her father, and she lifts her head.
“Can I…can you wait a moment, please?” Sofia responds, her voice sounding much more meek and pitiful than she’d intended.
“Oh, of course, dear! Take all the time you need!” replies the receptionist, but not without a nearly imperceptible, but clearly agitated sigh—unfortunately agitated sighs were on the list of things not meant for Sofia’s ears that she heard anyway, thanks to her mutation, up there with malicious teenage gossip and the sounds of her father’s failing sex life.
And now of course the receptionist is watching her, after her obvious show of hesitation. The moment she planned to use to calm herself was now perpetuating her anxiety, so she stands up and approaches the counter. “Excuse me, but, how many other appointments have you had to-day?”
The receptionist feigns surprise at Sofia’s approach, looking up from her computer. “Oh, let me check…” she glances back to her computer, types a short message (warning the doctor inside that they might be about to lose one, Sofia suspects), before turning back to Sofia. “You’re the twelfth this morning.”
A small smile penetrates Sofia’s stony features—it was less than she’d thought. “…And how did they appear as they left?”
“Oh! Very happy, of course—all who undergo this procedure feel a great relief after—”
“Thank you,” Sofia cuts her off, an obvious scowl on her face now. It was a blatant lie—her words were strictly rehearsed, surely just the beginning of her speech for reluctant mutants to convince them of the wonderful life ahead of them. “I’m happy to inform you that I have changed my mind.” She lingers a moment to appreciate the bewildered face of the receptionist before turning around in one fluid movement, leaving behind a gust of wind as she leaves the building.
She doesn’t need this regret.
[[AHH WESTCHESTER. When I first posted this I forgot to add it, even though I read the rules a good 5478906483097 times. And now I have remembered! Okay. There we go.]]
Name:
Sofia Mantega.
Codename:
Wind Dancer.
Age:
Sixteen.
Mutation:
Sofia has the power to manipulate wind. This can lend itself to subtle skills, like some rather sophisticated eavesdropping (by carrying voices to her), or larger things, like flight (if she could ever actually master it, beyond a bit of slight hovering and high jumping). She can also increase the strength of winds and direct them where she pleases. Clearly such a mutation could be quite powerful, as wind and air are all around us, but Sofia is still young and inexperienced. She has, however, embraced her mutation throughout her life, finding enjoyment and comfort in it, but generally not using it for anything too extensive. She has not used her powers offensively (excepting a certain destructive incident in her past) so she hasn’t discovered what she can do with her powers in that vein.
Physical Description:
Sofia has a dancer’s body—tall, slender, fluid—and she knows it. She understands movement, naturally, as her mutation is centred on the movement of the air, and how we move with it. Her body language exudes a casual confidence—it’s not arrogance, she is simply comfortable with her body. She has a natural beauty, with long, wavy brown hair and brown eyes. Again, she recognizes this fact, but is not vain or conceited. Her clothing style extends far and wide, as she is equally as comfortable in baggy shirts and sweatpants as she is in tight dresses and high heels. She avoids makeup as she feels it clogs her pores, not allowing her skin to breathe.
Personality:
Sofia is a glass-half-full kind of girl, and she wants others to feel the same. At least, that’s how she tries to live her life; sometimes she tries too hard, creating a cheerful façade and hiding away her darker feelings. She never does settle for mere contentment, though—she is all passion and emotion. She has a great need to please others, to be appreciated and loved, and when this is lacking from those she needs it from most, such as her father, it is an extremely harsh blow to her self-worth. Even as her own emotions are quite strong, she is not especially egocentric; she cares intensely for others, wanting to share her happiness with them and help them find happiness of their own.
Sometimes her strong emotions are too much for her to deal with. She makes a habit of tucking away her negative feelings, creating a harmful build up of this accumulated angst, which, while it remains bottled up, chips away at her cheerful persona. The more it builds up, the closer she gets to a breaking point, a release of emotion that she doesn’t quite know how to deal with, which can have harmful results.
Sofia needs companionship—she thrives emotionally with others, though her teamwork skills are a little lacking due to her strong personality. She holds tight to her opinions and struggles with compromise. When she doesn’t get along with someone, she really doesn’t get along, allowing for intense rivalries. But when she does mesh with someone, the connection is incredibly strong, at least on her end—this can lead to disappointment if others don’t return the enthusiasm or near unbreakable friendships if they do.
As she was forced to learn English extremely fast, she speaks with a bit of an accent and often fails at colloquial conversation, though she picks up on slang and speech patters rather easily.
Background:
Sofia was born in Caracas, Venezuela, which she still considers her home to this day. She was raised by her mother and was really quite happy with her life. She and her family accepted her mutation easily, so she grew rather attached to her powers, often using them to play with her little cousins. In fact, that’s what she had been doing when news of her mother’s death in city riots reached her. This turned her life completely upside down—along with the grief she felt over the loss of her mother, she was also to be shipped off to the United States to be with a father that hadn’t known she existed before receiving the call from Sofia’s uncle, who did not want to deal with the raising of a mutant—clearly the rest of her family did not accept her mutation as much as her mother had.
With her last connection to her mother, a charm bracelet her mother had been shopping for when she died, permanently around her wrist, Sofia went to Colorado. Trying to find some positives in the situation, Sofia looked forward to meeting this long lost father of hers, the owner of a supermarket chain, but she was severely disappointed upon arrival, as he made it clear that he did not want her there. He demanded that she learn English and never use her powers, and after three weeks of teaching herself English, she entered school, which turned out to be just as lonely as her new home. The other students did not accept her and she remained friendless, even after months of schooling. Now, instead of living in Venezuela with a nurturing, accepting family, she was stuck in Colorado, completely alone, without even the comfort of her powers.
Soon enough she heard about the new cure—or, rather, her father heard about it. He attached himself to the idea of it, suddenly paying Sofia more attention at the prospect of finally getting a normal daughter, or at least not having a mutant daughter to shame him anymore. Because Sofia was so eager to please him, especially in her weak, lonely state, she initially accepted the idea of getting the cure. He kept saying he would take her soon, but time went on and he still hadn’t found the time to take her to the clinic, and throughout this time Sofia was realizing how false his previous newfound time for his daughter was. She finally went to investigate the clinic herself, leaving him a phone message with the time, and when faced with the reality of the situation, and the lack of her father’s presence, she abandoned the plan for the cure—but her father didn’t need to know that. When he came home, she told him that she had gone through with it, to which he responded with a stern “Good” and went about his business.
Soon her sixteenth birthday approached, and even though her father thought she was cured, that wasn’t enough to get him to remember her birthday. Feeling especially lonely, she tried to reach out to her schoolmates, inviting them to hang out with her, but they all claimed to be busy—which she then heard over the wind was false; they just didn’t like her.
All of this rejection on her birthday was her breaking point. She went into one of her father’s supermarkets and completely destroyed it with a mini-hurricane, her first destructive act with her powers. No one was hurt, but she was taken to jail and plastered all over the news, and when her father arrived to see what was going on in jail, she said that she did it to see if he’d finally notice her. Disgusted and angry over her lie about taking the cure, he left her there for two days before getting her out of jail, only to tell her he was sending her back to Venezuela for more family that didn’t want her. Hating the idea of being shuffled somewhere else where she was unwanted, she
Current Affiliation:
[soon to be?] Xavier Institute Student.
Sample:
Sofia hates hospitals. Even this, a “free clinic”—which sounds nice enough, friendly, modest—has that undeniably stale feel. Hospitals are full of life and death, but as far as Sofia can tell, it’s all chemicals. She always seems to forget how much she hates this. This time, too, she walked in confident and optimistic, but now she just feels sick. Hospitals are the best place to feel sick, after all.
But she’s not here because of sickness (even if the majority of the population would disagree).
She sits down in the waiting room once the initial shock of the stifling atmosphere subsides. The chair is hard and cold, the same bright white as the walls surrounding her, and she feels a moment of claustrophobia. The least they could do is make us a little comfortable before… but her thoughts end there. Since she had heard about the cure on the news, she hasn’t been able to say the words to finish that sentence, though her father certainly made up for her hesitation. Ironic how he isn’t even there for this proud fatherly moment, the end of His Daughter, the Mutant, and the beginning of what he liked to call their “normal life.” Of course he never thought of it as the beginning of her normal life; her feelings were never a factor, only his reputation, his comfort, his ease of living, which, as he reminded her quite frequently, all disappeared when she was thrust into the scene.
“Sofia Mantega? The doctor is ready for you now.” The robotic, faux-cheery voice of the receptionist interrupts Sofia’s bitter mental tirade against her father, and she lifts her head.
“Can I…can you wait a moment, please?” Sofia responds, her voice sounding much more meek and pitiful than she’d intended.
“Oh, of course, dear! Take all the time you need!” replies the receptionist, but not without a nearly imperceptible, but clearly agitated sigh—unfortunately agitated sighs were on the list of things not meant for Sofia’s ears that she heard anyway, thanks to her mutation, up there with malicious teenage gossip and the sounds of her father’s failing sex life.
And now of course the receptionist is watching her, after her obvious show of hesitation. The moment she planned to use to calm herself was now perpetuating her anxiety, so she stands up and approaches the counter. “Excuse me, but, how many other appointments have you had to-day?”
The receptionist feigns surprise at Sofia’s approach, looking up from her computer. “Oh, let me check…” she glances back to her computer, types a short message (warning the doctor inside that they might be about to lose one, Sofia suspects), before turning back to Sofia. “You’re the twelfth this morning.”
A small smile penetrates Sofia’s stony features—it was less than she’d thought. “…And how did they appear as they left?”
“Oh! Very happy, of course—all who undergo this procedure feel a great relief after—”
“Thank you,” Sofia cuts her off, an obvious scowl on her face now. It was a blatant lie—her words were strictly rehearsed, surely just the beginning of her speech for reluctant mutants to convince them of the wonderful life ahead of them. “I’m happy to inform you that I have changed my mind.” She lingers a moment to appreciate the bewildered face of the receptionist before turning around in one fluid movement, leaving behind a gust of wind as she leaves the building.
She doesn’t need this regret.
[[AHH WESTCHESTER. When I first posted this I forgot to add it, even though I read the rules a good 5478906483097 times. And now I have remembered! Okay. There we go.]]
) On that note, Pyro may not get the chance to get back to you until Monday or so, as she's being strung by her ankles and allegedly tortured by her parents...aka, she's visiting the folks for the weekend. Josh will be around though....probably....
so yeah, Accepted. Welcome to the site and go play XD