Sofia has been a Saint for seven years, starting on August 25th 2012. She can control lightning and lightning storms as well as create parts of the weather (like rain due to the storms she creates. Rain, on the other hand, cannot be controlled by her and is merely a side effect of her powers).
Power: Lightning Manipulation
Triggered by: Joel Duncan’s impending murder/love
Time of Sainthood: seven years
defining characteristics that might’ve triggered her powers were her passion and how she’s jumping from 0 to 100 in no time. She always preferred thunderstorms and her military training as a Mundane helped to control her powers in less than three years.
Origin story under the cut
She ran as fast as possible, back towards Eden, away from the castle and towards the bridge. She’d dreamed of herself, bloodstained, Joel bleeding and on his knees, blood dripping out of his mouth as he tried to breathe and survive. These nightmares had never occurred before, not while Joel shielded every Dreamcatcher from nightmares. They met in dreams almost every day, met despite being miles apart, despite not having seen each other for a day or two. This time, however, Sofia knew something was off. Her dreams were played to her like a movie, less like a lucid dream she could contribute and manipulate like she wanted. “Sofia? Sofia!? Stop running, you have to attend Queen Ophelia’s supper. Sofia!?” her father kept on screaming, but she’d already entered the long bridge connecting Athos to Eden, the island of wonders, a beautiful mixture of paradise and reality. And within? The observatory and its inhabitants.
Arriving at the observatory, Sofia saw some of the Dreamcatchers holding knives – to finish off the king of dreams if their powers failed, apparently. They thought his dreams would exceed everything, even their own powers and the dominance they had over them. Like a tranquilizer he’d so easily manipulated them to be peaceful, but some of them were born for more, or so they thought. “Bad timing for a mundane, Sof.” Aaron turned around, playfully touching the tip of his knife as he turned around, its metal reflected the moonlight “he’s sleeping in today,” Aaron raised an eyebrow, almost to challenge her, to provoke a move from her. She knew of Aaron’s powers, how he was able to easily change his body warmth from extremely hot to extremely cold, ice, everything beyond that. One move and she’d surely fall victim to his powers. “He’s done nothing but protect all of you, all of you as Saints, his family.” The anger inside of her rose with every word. “Sent the others home just minutes ago. I can be pretty convincing if I want to and, huh, so can this little fucker,” Aaron pressed the tip of his knife against Joel’s neck while the others were watching with blank faces, clearly in favor of what happened, but eager to get if over with. “You know the royal family will eventually want to keep us all as soldiers. He’s just– delusional. To think we’re always going to be safe here. Clearly not.” Aaron’s words were filled with clear disgust, something Sofia would’ve never expected from someone like him – yet, as he lifted the knife to fulfill his self-created destiny by killing Joel and creating his own, Sofia started screaming, yelled for them to stop. “Joel, wake up. Come on, wake up. Wake up!” Every vein inside of her tingled, as if multiple nerves inside of her were momentarily paralyzed as if they were asleep. It wouldn’t stop, nor did her anger.
“I will kill you. If you’re going to–” she had to breathe in heavily “if you’re really going to kill him, I will-” abruptly her entire body started to ache “I will kill you.” No response from all five who’d gathered around Joel like in some sort of ritual. The knife cut itself through Joel’s neck, not deep enough to damage his carotid, but enough to make him bleed. Enraged, Sofia could feel tears running down her cheeks, helplessness and anger completely devouring everything within.
Then, a light, a pure, never ending stream of light and the clashing of thunder just above the observatory. The tingling in her veins turned into pure electricity – and lightning released itself, touching everything, except Joel.
Fire, fire everywhere. While the observatory started to burn around them, Sofia couldn’t keep her eyes off of Joel. As all the others tried to attack, more and more lightning bolts left her body, set their clothes on fire, shocked them enough to make their hearts stop. As if in trance Sofia moved towards Joel, shook him, again and again to, hopefully, wake him up.
He slowly opened his eyes with more and more smoke filling the room. “I’m so sorry,” even Sofia didn’t understand what just happened and before she could even explain herself, Joel started breathing heavily upon seeing his friends, dead, their lives taken away by no other than the girl in front of him. Each second forced in another breath, which got heavier as well. His breathing worsened, much of the scenery turned blurry. “I lost control. Please, forgive me, Joel, please, I beg you.”
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living arrangements: apartment (ooc: likely has a roommate or is in search of one)
language(s) spoken: english (fluent), spanish (conversational), italian (conversational)
accent: tbd
physical appearance
face claim: lili reinhart
hair colour: naturally light brown [x], dyed blonde [x]
eye colour: green [x]
height: 5′6
weight: 125 lbs
build: average
tattoos: none, though that may change
piercings: ears - lobe only
clothing style: conservative
usual expression: typically devoid of expression
distinguishing characteristics: strong jaw
health
physical ailments: type 1 diabetes mellitus (juvenial/insulin dependent)
neurological conditions: n/a
allergies: n/a
sleeping habits: tries and fails to have a decent sleep schedule. typically, she ends up reading and before she knows it the sun is rising and she only has an hour or so before she’s supposed to go to work. tends to crash for 9+ hours on her days off.
eating habits: strongly prefers cooking at home to eating out and has some genuinely fond memories of learning to cook with her mother. eats fairly healthy.
exercise habits: infrequent. takes walks after dinner.
emotional stability: 9. she’s very emotionally closed off and has been since she was a child. she knows how to take care of herself, but there are definitely some small chinks in her arm.
sociability: is social, but does prefer to have a bit of alone time as well.
body temperature: cold-natured, almost always wearing a sweater
addictions: caffeine
drug use: n/a
alcohol use: socially, and even then usage is limited due to high sugar content in most alcoholic beverages and risk of both increasing and decreasing levels. avoids mixed drinks, wine and beer. if she does drink she’s usually drinking whiskey on the rocks.
negative traits: conservative, detached, resentful, secretive and vague
goals/desires: she’s not got much of an idea of what her goals are just that omerta was no longer the place for her. she’ll develop a plan somewhere along the way.
fears: turning out to be just like her father
hobbies: reading, writing, calligraphy, singing
habits: humming while writing, staring off into space while in deep thought, falling asleep right before her alarm goes off, tapping her fingers on the nearest surface when she is bored
Morrigan has been a Saint for almost ten years, starting on December 26th 2009. She can control the dead and speak to them. As the reigning queen in hell and Horsewoman of Death she has yet to learn the ability of full necromancy, including resurrecting the dead. Sources say this is due to her not having opened all seven seals with her fellow Horsemen and once these seals are broken they are granted their full powers. Currently she can also enter purgatory, deeper walks into purgatory result in her dying for the duration of her time in purgatory. She can also cause decay in a person as well as mild aging.
Power: Necromancy
Triggered by: reluctance of becoming a nun/eternal devotion to goodness
Time of Sainthood: almost ten years
defining characteristics that might’ve triggered her powers were the sins trapped inside her mind, her premature love for Bellamy Delacroix that has since then bloomed into obsession after meeting him in person. She is also a clear contrast between heaven and hell, posing as the devil while being at her perceived height while at church. Her name is also a reference to who she truly is -- The Morrigan is a Celtic goddess associated with war and battle, as well as the sovereignty of the land, and rightful kingship. The Morrigan often appears in the form of a crow or raven, or is seen accompanied by a group of them.
