If I am Lolita, then you are a criminal
Oct 16, 2010 20:44:03 GMT -5
Post by Amy Sorel on Oct 16, 2010 20:44:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Amy Sorel
Fandom: Soul Calibur
Age: The games say "unknown", but I'm going with 16 just to be safe.
Height: 4'8''
Build: Small but well developed, making it hard to pin down her age.
Hair: Red
Eyes: Red
Nationality: French, though she's been living in Romania until recently.
Personality: Shy and often seemingly emotionless. Deeply warped (some might say broken) by her upbringing, fiercely loyal to the man she loves, yet unable to truly live because of him.
Life Story: Amy's parents were victims of plague, and she lived her early years on the streets. Thus, she knew all the places to hide when a handsome aristocrat came to her, fleeing the police and begging for help.
Who knew why, but Amy helped him.
In return, the man- Raphael Sorel- took her in as his ward. As she grew older, "ward" changed slowly but surely to "mistress." He gave her his love, his wealth, and the curse of the Nosferatu.
Amy's life with Raphael alternated between too much and too little. When he was there, he would drill her endlessly until she was a flawless fencer, unwilling to accept anything from her but absolute and slavish dedication. When he was gone it was even worse, and poor Amy would spend endless nights alone in the horrible castle, wishing for anyone at all to keep her company.
One night, she could wait no longer. Taking up her sword, she headed to the land she had not seen in ages to search for her master...
((Amy and Raphael's relationship is often left murky by the games- most of this is fan speculation. For some really good characterization of what I imagine to be their dynamic, read these awesome drabbles.))
Fandom: Soul Calibur
Age: The games say "unknown", but I'm going with 16 just to be safe.
Height: 4'8''
Build: Small but well developed, making it hard to pin down her age.
Hair: Red
Eyes: Red
Nationality: French, though she's been living in Romania until recently.
Personality: Shy and often seemingly emotionless. Deeply warped (some might say broken) by her upbringing, fiercely loyal to the man she loves, yet unable to truly live because of him.
Life Story: Amy's parents were victims of plague, and she lived her early years on the streets. Thus, she knew all the places to hide when a handsome aristocrat came to her, fleeing the police and begging for help.
Who knew why, but Amy helped him.
In return, the man- Raphael Sorel- took her in as his ward. As she grew older, "ward" changed slowly but surely to "mistress." He gave her his love, his wealth, and the curse of the Nosferatu.
Amy's life with Raphael alternated between too much and too little. When he was there, he would drill her endlessly until she was a flawless fencer, unwilling to accept anything from her but absolute and slavish dedication. When he was gone it was even worse, and poor Amy would spend endless nights alone in the horrible castle, wishing for anyone at all to keep her company.
One night, she could wait no longer. Taking up her sword, she headed to the land she had not seen in ages to search for her master...
((Amy and Raphael's relationship is often left murky by the games- most of this is fan speculation. For some really good characterization of what I imagine to be their dynamic, read these awesome drabbles.))