Post by Cheryl Sonora on Apr 19, 2011 5:41:41 GMT -5
••CHERYL DOMINIQUE SONORA
manipulative, arrogant, zealous
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••THE BASICS
NAME. Cheryl Dominique Sonora[/size]
GENDER. Female[/size]
AGE. 14[/size]
NATIONALITY. Spanish[/size]
PLAY BY. Gemma Ward[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual[/size]
GRADE Freshman[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Cheryl looks like a model; not so much the type that walks a runway as the kind that’s fashioned out of clay. Her appearance is very doll-like, with seemingly perfectly symmetrical features and form as well as a nearly flawless complexion. Her eyes are a striking shade of pale blue and her hair is a luscious golden blond. Don’t be fooled though; she works for her look. While there’s certainly some good breeding to contribute to her natural beauty, the rest is bought and paid for. Cheryl’s made extensive use of personal dieticians, estheticians, and physical trainers most of her life. She shells out for only the most high end make-up and regularly visit’s the salon to spend several hours getting her hair, which is naturally brown, dyed and highlighted. Her eye color also is the product of color contacts rather than genetics. In the last year, she’s also had a few cosmetic procedures that promise to be the first of many, though she’s far too cultured to discuss such matters.
Topping off at a hardly impressive height of 5’ 3” and possessed of a lithe and willowy build, Cheryl is hardly an imposing figure. This is not at all helped by her choice of wardrobe. Though she might wear only designer labels, she avoids formality in favor of practicality. Jeans or denim shorts make up the vast majority of her leggings, her tops are never too tight nor too loose to inhibit movement, and she wears converse or boots almost exclusively over heels or sandals. Even her jewelry, while of the finest craftsmanship, tends to be minimalist. It’s not to say that Cheryl isn’t fashionable, as that would be unacceptable for a girl of her social class, but rather that she simply knowingly does just enough to keep up the standards of her appearance in her choice of wardrobe. Looking her best is absolutely important to Cheryl but being capable of her best is a higher priority, facilitating the selection of outfits from a pragmatic standpoint first and an aesthetic one only afterwards. Her movements and mannerisms are possessed of a controlled poise and she is in the habit of maintaining a rather excellent poker face.
PERSONALITY.
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Spoiled little rich girl; that’s what most people see upon first meeting Cheryl. Its not like its totally inaccurate either. She’s always had nearly limitless resources at her disposal and has no qualms whatsoever about demanding to always have the best of the best. Why shouldn’t she, after all? Cheryl is a firm believe in the law of “might is right” and uses that to explain why she doesn’t need justification for any of her actions. If she has the ability to do or take what she wants then, for all practical intentions, that’s all that really matters. Morality and ethics as abstract concepts annoy her, feeling that no degree of philosophical debate will ever be able to affect even close to the same degree of change as straightforward power. That then, is the deepest layer than most ever see of her psyche: the ruthless heiress.
Despite a reputation as a bit of an ice queen though, Cheryl is no sociopath. In fact, she’s quite the empathetic humanitarian. She’s just very much a big picture thinker, not really having the patience for the details. As such, while she has a fervent desire to better the common good on global scale, Cheryl struggles with sympathizing with the day-to-day plights of individuals. In fact, she’s more than willing to entertain the notion of sacrificing personal rights and even lives in pursuit of the greater good. Once more, she would not so much argue that her ends would justify the means as that whatever method is most efficient is also most practical and her capability to achieve her ends negates any necessity to justify them. Human life is not something to be devalued to Cheryl by any means, but she absolutely believes that its value can be quantified and used as but one factor in the equation of life. Beneath the beauty queen exterior, maintained out of a simple acknowledgment of the usefulness of physical attractiveness in the modern world, she’s a very cerebral individual with the intellect and education to match it.
HISTORY.
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Never denied anything in her life, Chery should have grown up blissfully happy and content. However, she was a precocious child with curiosity to match. Very little ever escaped her notice and it was never long before she figured out an explanation to it. So when mommy went “bye-bye” the night after screaming that she wouldn’t raise her daughter in “this environment”, Cheryl knew that the car crash was no accident. Whenever daddy’s “guests” quaked under his baleful gaze as he mentioned late payments and led them to his office, she knew they were in danger of going the same way as her mother. By the time she was eight, Cheryl had figured out that her father’s multi-billion dollar company Castillo Griffin Int. was just a front. While it claimed to be an international imports and exports corporation, shipping production company’s products across the world, this was just a cover and an excuse to run his real business; arms running, catering to conflict zones.
Not that her father didn’t love her. He didn’t just buy her things to keep her occupied. He took the time to spend time with his daughter, take an interest in her development. Realistically, if he didn’t care about her a great deal, he would simply have allowed her mother to take her away. Her mother was stupid, as far as Cheryl is concerned, to want to simply give up everything her father’s lifestyle provides and run away from everything he does to provide it. She is not weak like her mother though. Cheryl may not support the horrors her father facilitates, shuddering to think how many child soldiers march with his guns gripped in their hands, but she’s intent on fixing the problem rather than fleeing from it. Since the age of nine, Cheryl has been secretly gathering evidence of her father’s actual business, the one he still believes she’s blissfully ignorant of. Once she turns eighteen, Cheryl has every intention of using her collected information to blackmail her father into signing over all of his assets to her, at which point she’ll be able to put the family resources to more positive ends.
Six months ago, her digging unveiled a new project of her father’s. At first, it seemed impossible. She even considered the notion that he was onto her due to the ludicrous concept. People with superhuman powers? That was the new market of weapons research he was trying to get into? As improbable as it seemed however, the possibility excited her so much that it was worth looking into. Confirming it involved meeting an individual her father’s company had tested and tagged without their knowledge, and that’s when Cheryl became aware of her own powers. She spent several months further studying the phenomena, both through stealing her father’s less than morally sound research and spying out a few others herself. Before long, this led to her discovery by Alexandria Academy. Never one to deny her anything, it was not difficult for Cheryl to pass it off to her father as simply a prestigious boarding school for advanced students and get him to send her there for her Freshman year of high school.
LIKES.
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- Her Powers
- Learning and Discovery
- Politics and Current Events
- Games of Strategy
- Freedom
DISLIKES.[/size]
- Prejudice
- Her Father’s “Work”
- Ignorance
- Anything Cheap
- Physical and/or Menial Labor
STRENGTHS.[/size]
- Confident
- Driven
- Intelligent
- Aware
- Clever
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
- Arrogant
- Zealous
- Self-Absorbed
- Often Amoral
- Merciless
FEARS.[/size]
- Being Discovered by her Father
- Turning Out like her Father
GOALS.[/size]
- Gain as much Personal Power as possible
- Change the World for the Better
POWER.[/size]
Power Sensing: Cheryl can feel the presence of individuals with superhuman abilities in her vicinity. Though she can sense those who have not yet manifested, the ones who have send a much stronger signal. She also picks up a rise in the intensity of their auras whenever they use their powers and get a gist of what they’re doing with them, though still not knowing what the power actually is, made clearer the closer their proximity. When actually looking at someone with an ability who is within her immediate proximity (viewing them through binoculars won’t work), Cheryl instantly knows everything about their power from if/when it manifested and what it is to how it works and how proficient its possessor is in wielding it.
Power Mimicry: Upon identifying someone’s power through the visual aspect of her sensing, Cheryl also copies it and gains the ability to use it herself. She is still subject to any and all limitations or drawbacks to these additional powers however and the more she tries to use in unison at any given point the more taxing it is on her body and mind.
Teleportation: Gained from the first other superhuman she encountered, her father’s test subject that both proved the existence of supernatural abilities and clued Cheryl in to her own, he was the only one she got close enough to to mimic the ability prior to coming to Alexandria Academy. It allows her to instantly disappear from one location and simultaneously reappear at another. Longer distances and less familiar locations are both more exhausting and more difficult to get right. She can take other people and objects with her by touching them when she teleports, but the more she tries to transport with her the greater the strain.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS. Tri[/size]
AGE. 20[/size]
GENDER. Female[/size]
TIME ZONE. PST//GMT-8[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US. Caution 2.0[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS. None Yet[/size]
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The difference technology made was amazing. No matter how many tricks of lighting and positioning she had learned in the years prior, there was no denying that the camera saving up money from her office job in Johannesburg had allowed her to buy had dramatically increased Kagi’s photographic capabilities and range. It was hardly the latest and greatest but it was digital (even after reading about all the differences involved therein, something she was still getting used to) and had a detachable 30x zoom lens. A subtle smile tugged at Kagi’s lips as, from the comfort of a seat across the street, she snapped several shots of a young man and a few close-ups of the way his coffee was stirring itself.
“Blerrie kiff, init?” She murmured excitedly to both herself and her unaware target, noting the way his own expression in the captures she was scrolling through on the camera screen displayed as much awe and fascination as she herself felt at the phenomena. There had always been a thrill to this for her, ever since she was a child. There was something about discovering the hidden, the new, and the unnoticed without anyone but herself being any the wiser of her revelations that always gave Kagi a heady buzz. And this, this foray into the previously impossible, brought with it a whole new level of endorphin-driven fascination.
Still softly grinning as she jotted down notes in a binder she neatly catalogued all her findings in, Kagi snatched up her camera again as her latest target finished his drink and stood, her lens following him with periodic captures all the way to his vehicle and a close-up of the license plate. As it drove off, she gathered her belongings and slipped them into her shoulder bag, strolling off to city hall to connive her way into information to follow up this latest lead.