VAMPIRE, SOPHIA ROSENBERG

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[li]relentless
[/li][li]paranoid
[/li][li]selectively mute
[/li][li]deceptive
[/li][li]consummate survivor
[/li][li]vindictive


history
[/li][li]age five, michigan: parents murdered, brother miamed (later to be picked up by shiloh rosenburg), sophia kidnapped by a branch of the ordo dracul coven, who were on holiday. they take her to nyc
[/li][li]age thirteen, nyc: sophia is deemed fit to be used as a blood bank for goliath, and she learns to fear him for new reasons
[/li][li]age fourteen, nyc: a man named daniel infiltrated the den and attempted to save sophia. she does not realize that he is her brother, and it is too late for her to find out when daniel dies at the hand of a coven vampire
[/li][li]age fifteen-sixteen, nyc: sophia is allowed to be out and among humans and discover her own reason for distrusting them. first she distrusts their motives, but she is able to distrust their weaknesses after chancing upon the ‘hunt’ of a couple of aristocrats.
[/li][li]age seventeen, nyc: sophia’s relationship with goliath deepen to the point where he is her everything - literally - whether it be friend, enemy, lover, or master. never her servant, but the girl never had many expectations to begin with.
[/li][li]age eighteen, nyc: sophia has a major falling out with goliath on her birthday. she flees ordo dracul as the murderer of an especially influential vampire in the coven. goliath’s heirloom knives are later discovered to be missing from his person
[/li][li]age twenty-five, nyc: sophia joins v as a lower ranked member, and she learns to control herself and her powers by observing the vampires with similar abilities
[/li][li] to be written after i plot some more, but sophia does end up becoming v’s death
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end tl;dr edition

she had been a sleeper once, a sleeping beauty who did not wake up to her true love’s kiss. instead, sophia had woken up to a completely different kind of terror.

sophia was born to a middle class family in the midst of the baby boom. she had kind, doting parents and a teenage brother who nearly bounced off the (pink) walls in anticipation of his new sibling. the girl was destined for a life of white picket fences, a golden retriever, and strawberry ice cream.

destiny is a fickle bitch.

sophia was five when a group of vampires had broken into her home and slaughtered her parents while she was asleep in her bed. the three were vampires from the ordo dracul branch, and cleaning out a few houses on the block was all in good sport, really. their leader had just chanced upon sophia’s bedroom when her brother had tried to intervene, caught between terror for himself and terror for his sibling. his heart had ultimately chosen the latter, but that didn’t mean that a baseball bat would be any more effective against the undead. bleeding out against the bedroom carpet, the boy had spent his last words pleading for sophia’s survival.

the leader had honored his request, albeit for his own selfish reasons. in his family, there was a certain saying. the human whose blood has been paid for by another will ripen like the juiciest of italian grapes.

he had always counted himself a patient man.

and with that, sophia moved from michigan to new york.

sophia would spend the rest of her childhood in the company of well-off vampires who had nothing but contempt for her kind, her socioeconomic class, and her muteness. because she was seldom allowed to go outside, sophia spent most of this time learning various techniques for cleaning up blood stains, never knowing who will be cleaning up her own blood when the time came. vampires are not reputed to be gentle. at least some members of the herd were paid paper bills for their blood, attendance, and silence by the more influential members of the family who had appearances to keep in the sleeper world. sophia had no such insurance. the girl was essentially property to her ‘uncle’.

(at first, she had cleaned well to keep the beatings at bay. after that, she wasn’t so sure. not until a few aristocrats had thoughtfully brought her uncle a few branding irons. sophia refuses to wear a bathing suit to this day)

sophia was truly fit to be a member of the regular herd at the age of thirteen. however, her master had always kept her separate from the others, as if she were a princess. his smile was ironic, as if he knew secrets that she did not. of course, none of that mattered after he had dug his fangs into her neck. sophia had stifled her pained cries, but they could not be held back afterwards. it wasn’t the pain that was unbearable. it was the idea of having to endure this proximity, this violent intimacy with her ‘uncle’ until the day that she turned to dust. or dies at her own whim.

dust and ashes really aren’t much different.

(a vampire hunter named daniel had tried to save her once; she could not appreciate the irony when his drained body was found within the lions’ den. suddenly, the strawberry ice cream that he had bought for her three hours prior didn’t seem so sweet anymore)

at the age of fifteen, her liege had declared that sophia would be allowed to go past the hideout’s immediate vicinity on a very tight curfew. maybe among the humans, her peers would not look at her as if she were nothing but a slab of meat.

she would be sorely disappointed. such a desire is not befitting of a girl who is her age. sophia had matured into a very well-developed girl who would attract male stares that would only seldom linger above the neck. humans had a different way of keeping ‘herds’, she realizes. whether they are needs or desires, sophia isn’t so sure anymore.

sophia was driven to loneliness because of the constant need for secrecy - while secrets had been better received by the coven, humans seemed to distrust those who speak too little about too much. at the age of seventeen, she spent a summer in a separate apartment since her uncle needed the base for some major vampire congregation. her human roommates were kind of dickbags to her. she often became mute by choice, since the secrets that she knew were worth their weight in blood. at the same time, sophia so desperately wanted to be accepted by those who were her own kind. that wish was dashed rather quickly after sophia found them slaughtered in the middle of the night. the perpetrators had been young and aristocratic, two of the more dangerous qualities in vampires. it was then that sophia had realized how much she little she stood to gain and how much she could potentially lose. these were not the coven’s herd, but people who were more than just sacks of blood. still, they are not hers to keep. even enemies had been out of the question for a girl like herself. maybe there were worse things than becoming her liege’s prized cattle.

he had seemed to take a greater interest in her then. sophia’s master had become her most loathsome family, her dearest enemy, and her most distanced lover. his sheets had felt so cold, and sophia numbed herself in them. after all, she couldn’t have anyone else.

her master had her turned on her eighteenth birthday. it would also be the day that her master had died of a fatal wound. there hadn’t been much speculation on who goliath’s killer was - sophia had left too many clues in her haste to leave the coven. it wasn’t entirely impossible - the girl had spent years of her life watching the vampires slaughter humans or each other in front of her. she does not speak of the event to this day, but there is no doubt that ordo dracul had lost a formidable member that day. whatever had happened, sophia rosenberg had emerged as a formidable junior vampire with one too many chips on her shoulder. the strength is something new, but the old fears linger. sophia had to find a safe haven before every new wave of ordo dracul avengers caught up to her. when questioned, she would not speak a word about what had happened, even to defend her honor. honor means nothing to a fugitive.

frankly, sophia had joined v for the protection. it was only a matter of weeks before the higher-ups in ordo dracul would receive word of her uncle’s death, and she was tired of running away. she was plenty willing to fight, but she wanted to settle down into her own loneliness. with time and experience, sophia honed her abilities and became rather promising for a young vampire. in fact, v-


-the rest of her history with v will be written as soon as i plot more with octane-

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