➻  á á±áá ➻ kristine froseth. non-binary. she/any.  ➻  i saw SOFIA RUSSELL around THE TOWN, you know? the  TWENTY-SIX year old that was driving from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON when they saw the tree on the road. SOF has been here for FOUR MONTHS and i think they were  A JUNIOR DOCTOR before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night. ➻
GENERAL  INFORMATION. ➻
full  name.   sofia russell.
nickname(s).   sof,  fi, give her some.
age.   twenty-six.
gender  identity.   non-binary.
orientation.   bisexual.
place  of birth.   seattle,  washington.
date  of birth.   31 december 1996.
former  occupation.  junior doctor.
3  positive traits.  dogged,  pragmatic,  observant.
3  negative traits.  aloof,  selfish,  manipulative.
moral alignment.  lawful / neutral evil. ( to be decided. )
faceclaim.  kristine froseth.
TOWN  INFORMATION. ➻
current  residency.  the town.
current occupation.  doctor.
BIOGRAPHY  YOUR  CHARACTERâS  BACKGROUND. ➻
mother died before she was a year old: the bare bones of a human. she didnât grow up with photos of her nor did she ever think to ask for them ââ what use is a dead womanâs picture anyway? not like i knew her.
inherited by her godmother. an earlier memory, thatâs not quite a memory: her auntâs buttery fingers digging into her doughy neck; her auntâs soft coos as she cried. marking your neck as a scruff of a newborn animal.
her aunt was an exhausted woman. sofia was a ( newly ) middle child, an awkward pup in a litter of kittens. dressed in the same good clothes for church on sundays: they wore purple when she wore brown; they paired together so she could hear them sitting in the middle of or on the outskirts of their posse.
her aunt bestowed the bulk of her attention on sofia. it created a vicious cycle of resentful exclusion, embittered isolation. she couldnât foster a healthy view of friendliness, of playing nice. she just had her mother. her aunt-mother. her aunt who was a mother without bearing the moniker of mother.
( all of her children had to refer to her by her first name or renditions of it. if they failed, her soft smile would remain. her chin would lower. her tongue would click. and with the least amount of breath she could muster, she would say, â i wish you wouldnât call me that. â a fraught home that couldnât articulate its unease until it was too late. until a house could not feel like a home without dread flowing through its doors like air. )
she wasnât an aggressive child, especially not in school: she didnât pick nor engage in fights. didnât see the point: itâs easier to be quiet than bruised. besides, sheâs already taught herself to not care about her peers. in her studies, she excels. itâs easy and normal, like a language she couldnât speak but knew from the grooves of her tongue. natural. it leads her to a medical degree, to a field where the human worth is based on whatâs inside. literally, not metaphorically. people are much easier when theyâre quiet.
one family gathering: a precursor to easter, to see her god-fearing aunt. it starts and ends as it always does. ( with a fight ââ between who? about what? who threw the first punch? who slammed the first door? every gathering melts together in her mindâs eye. stuck in this new town for months, not even remembering why. ) and at some point in the night, she leaves with her breathless car. she wouldâve been back within forty minutes to remind her aunt to take her tablets. to clean up after dinner. to tuck herself into bed with an unshakeable migraine, and an equally unshakeable, scruffy, old cat curled into her side. it shouldâve been easy.
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