#sofia thornton

Sofia was born a lady and as such she was always, wanted she or not, in a center of attention. She doesn’t really mind it, as she’s quite used on it, but sometimes she’s rather be left alone. Sofia is proudest on the very first time she’s beaten her father in solving and making riddles. It was on a winter night, not long after her 7th birthday, and her father made up a riddle about mountains, which Sofia guessed immediately. Her riddle, about a horse, her father couldn’t guess. The two of them have never been so proud on her and Sofia cherishes that moment deeply.

Sofia is — in more occasion than she likes to admit — a bigger man than her bother. There is something alluring in blood to her and, even though it scares the Hell out of her, she sometimes like to be the one inflicting pain. She trained with swords and bows as a child and the very ability to protect herself made her prouder than she could ever be if she merely dressed up like a proper lady and got married to someone her mother or father found suitable. Sofia enjoys watching — and sometimes causing — fights and nothing can stir up her blood like a good verbal and non verbal fight (as she believes tongue and words can be equally hurtful and destructive as swords).

Sofia is both terrified and allured to power. It is a temptation and she still doesn’t know whether she should yield to it Insert Oscar Wilde reference here. She, however, feels like power is made for a woman, because men might wield the sword, rape and be violent, but when a woman is angry, hurt or betrayed, she exacts her revenge with a power no man could ever possess. Sofia yearns for power, for proving herself different, but she’s afraid of the consequences. Because the very power she desires for could turn her into a monster everybody believed she was.