Post by Nessa on Apr 19, 2011 14:14:30 GMT -5
Sophie
Clan Affiliations: Paris/Montreal
Position: Leader
Age: 86
Hair: Black, shot with grey
Skin: Orange
Height: 7'1”
Weight: 235
Background
With her grace and panache, along with her natural talent for politics, it was no surprise when Sophie rose to power, first as Viktor's second in command and then as leader when he retired in the late 70's. It also helped that Sophie was best described as steel wrapped in silk.
Sophie was born in Paris, and delighted in the city of lights. It was vibrant, fashionable, and cloaked in beauty. That is, until the Nazi tanks rolled in and the bombs fell like rain. The church where her clan resided was virtually destroyed as the French sought to repel the invaders, and the majority of the clan itself was destroyed along with it. It was hard to find a safe place to sleep, even harder to find enough to eat without being seen or taking from humans who had little enough to spare. Sophie despised the thoughtlessness of the war, the wanton destruction that was destroying her beautiful city. What was left of her clan made it a point to attack the Germans, to steal what they could from them, but they were little match for their rifles. By the time help arrived, there were four surviving members and no eggs from the Paris clan.
Like most of the French, Sophie was passionate about liberty and freedom. She found that in Montreal, under the weary gaze of old Viktor. There were rules with the clan, and Sophie was more militant than most about enforcing them: no one was to be seen, no one was to leave a trace of their existence. She was wary of the churchmen who provided for them, but took a liking to Father Michael when he arrived. The two would often smoke together and chat, and a genuine fondness and respect sprang up between them. She worked closely with Father Michael once she became second in command to help keep the clan hidden, but to keep them from being too isolated. She maintained the belief that the gargoyles of the clan needed to freedom to soar, to experience the city if they were to live in it and protect it. She was responsible for having the first radio brought in, and later a television.
She took a Russian gargoyle, Ivan, as her mate and with him laid three eggs that hatched and were brought up into the clan. But Ivan died from wounds received when trying to bust a cooking operation by a the Hells Angels not far from the cathedral, and Sophie was devastated by the loss. She had recovered once from her losses caused by callous humans, but not this time. No trace was ever found of the bikers who had been involved, and it's whispered that it was Sophie and Viktor who hunted down each individual and disposed of the remains carefully. Her anger remains, despite her revenge. The city holds little appeal to her now, and she views the task of protecting the city as a millstone. Perhaps in the humans were able to care for themselves, instead of behaving like so base a life form that they have no respect for the sanctity of life, she wouldn't have to risk her precious clan. Whatever her beliefs, she keeps her personal feels separate from clan dealings and the clan thrives.
Sophie smokes like a chimney, dresses fashionably, and does not hesitate to to give any deserving body the tongue lashing of their lives in two languages, but she deeply loves the clan. She takes her deepest pride in watching them thrive and succeed at their own goals, and in knowing that she keeps them safe. But she is militant about the clan laws that Viktor set out in the early days, and she does not pull punches when the clan is threatened. No one is to be seen. No one is to leave a trace. Human interaction is not to happen, unless with one of their care takers or dealing with a threat to the city. There is no negotiation on those.
Clan Affiliations: Paris/Montreal
Position: Leader
Age: 86
Hair: Black, shot with grey
Skin: Orange
Height: 7'1”
Weight: 235
Background
With her grace and panache, along with her natural talent for politics, it was no surprise when Sophie rose to power, first as Viktor's second in command and then as leader when he retired in the late 70's. It also helped that Sophie was best described as steel wrapped in silk.
Sophie was born in Paris, and delighted in the city of lights. It was vibrant, fashionable, and cloaked in beauty. That is, until the Nazi tanks rolled in and the bombs fell like rain. The church where her clan resided was virtually destroyed as the French sought to repel the invaders, and the majority of the clan itself was destroyed along with it. It was hard to find a safe place to sleep, even harder to find enough to eat without being seen or taking from humans who had little enough to spare. Sophie despised the thoughtlessness of the war, the wanton destruction that was destroying her beautiful city. What was left of her clan made it a point to attack the Germans, to steal what they could from them, but they were little match for their rifles. By the time help arrived, there were four surviving members and no eggs from the Paris clan.
Like most of the French, Sophie was passionate about liberty and freedom. She found that in Montreal, under the weary gaze of old Viktor. There were rules with the clan, and Sophie was more militant than most about enforcing them: no one was to be seen, no one was to leave a trace of their existence. She was wary of the churchmen who provided for them, but took a liking to Father Michael when he arrived. The two would often smoke together and chat, and a genuine fondness and respect sprang up between them. She worked closely with Father Michael once she became second in command to help keep the clan hidden, but to keep them from being too isolated. She maintained the belief that the gargoyles of the clan needed to freedom to soar, to experience the city if they were to live in it and protect it. She was responsible for having the first radio brought in, and later a television.
She took a Russian gargoyle, Ivan, as her mate and with him laid three eggs that hatched and were brought up into the clan. But Ivan died from wounds received when trying to bust a cooking operation by a the Hells Angels not far from the cathedral, and Sophie was devastated by the loss. She had recovered once from her losses caused by callous humans, but not this time. No trace was ever found of the bikers who had been involved, and it's whispered that it was Sophie and Viktor who hunted down each individual and disposed of the remains carefully. Her anger remains, despite her revenge. The city holds little appeal to her now, and she views the task of protecting the city as a millstone. Perhaps in the humans were able to care for themselves, instead of behaving like so base a life form that they have no respect for the sanctity of life, she wouldn't have to risk her precious clan. Whatever her beliefs, she keeps her personal feels separate from clan dealings and the clan thrives.
Sophie smokes like a chimney, dresses fashionably, and does not hesitate to to give any deserving body the tongue lashing of their lives in two languages, but she deeply loves the clan. She takes her deepest pride in watching them thrive and succeed at their own goals, and in knowing that she keeps them safe. But she is militant about the clan laws that Viktor set out in the early days, and she does not pull punches when the clan is threatened. No one is to be seen. No one is to leave a trace. Human interaction is not to happen, unless with one of their care takers or dealing with a threat to the city. There is no negotiation on those.
