Somnium, Sterling Michelle

[Sterling Somnium]

&______the player

name;; Ty ;]
age;; 15
experience;; A couple years, perhaps?
graphic ability;; 4 - 6
route;; Moved here from ABA

&______the puppet

Sample Picture

appearance
Sterling Michelle Somnium;;
age;; 15 [fifteen]
grade;; Sophomore / 10
height;; 5'3''
weight;; 103
general appearance;;

[Head]
While she is very short, you can hardly miss her bright red, almost orange hair. Most people think that she dyes it and straightens it all the time, but as a matter of fact, she was born with it exactly the way it is! [Save dyeing her bangs a little lighter.] Sterling usually lets people think what they want, and only will tell them if they bring it up. She always wears it in a deep part with side-swept bangs. She usually lets it down everyday to save time. A few quick runs with a brush and she’s out the door. Her eyes are deep green and round, and here eyelashes always coated with mascara. Occasionally she puts on a little eyeliner. She loves her straight, pointed nose and long neck, counting them as some of her best features. Only a little porcelain foundation [no blush whatsoever] shields her from speculating eyes, but she could care less what the popular girls think.

[Body]
Very short, but slender all the same. While she doesn’t have much muscle, she has a pretty flat stomach and thin legs, so she’s happy with her body, even though being ‘vertically challenged’ does get to her a bit. She also, to her great distress, is a little flat in the chest. Most of the time she pretends it doesn’t bother her, but deep down it does, especially when wearing swimsuits in front of guys.

[Clothing]
As for clothes, it’s a mix match of colors. She loves to mess around and combine things that don’t normally match. Most of the time you’ll catch Sterling in jeans, because she just pulls them on before heading out, but she also owns an array of short and skirts that are plaited, plaid, striped, or solid. She loves to wear big sweaters, but other tops you can catch her in are baby doll tees with various bold patters, shirts she got from volunteering, and tons and tons of tank tops. She has two separate shelves in her closet for only comfy pants. Sterling loves comfy pants. She has a pair in every color, pattern, and fabric imaginable, and wears them constantly when relaxed and with her friends. Often enough, you’ll catch her playing videogames by herself with only a T-shit and panties on.
As for accessories, Sterling likes chunky, colorful things like big heart shaped earrings or a long chain with a life-size strawberry hanging from it. She loves silver rings and has altogether too many of them, some of which she has never even worn!


personality
specific traits;;

- Quiet
- Creative
- Bookaholic

likes;;

- Pomegranates and red grapes
- Videogames
- Movies
- Rain
- Real Friends
- Unique people
- Tall guys with dark hair
- Reading Fiction [Fantasy / Sci-fi]
- Cream Soda
- People of knowledge and wisdom
- Painting / Sketching / Drawing
- Rock Candy
- Coffee
- Drama / Theatrical performances
- Fish, especially big pond goldfish and Koi

dislikes;;

- Sports
- Jock boys, especially blonde ones
- People who don't read books
- People who don’t respect artist and their work
- People who don’t respect wisdom
- Broccoli
- Stereotypes
- Math
- People in Math Club
- Rap

fears;;

- Drowning in the ocean
- Ice Skating
- Failing classes
- Flying over bodies of water

goals;;

- Get into the Drama Club and land a part in one of their productions.
- Keep her tattoo hidden from her father.
- Get recognized for her artwork.

general personality;;

[Aloof]
Sterling is often considered and outsider or a loner. This, however, is not her true social preference. While she does enjoy sitting in a warm corner half the day, just curled up with a cappuccino and a novel, it's only because she often can't find someone she respects enough to spend time with. She'll gladly talk to someone who is unique or witty or interesting, but stereotypes bore her to tears. Especially people who try to be stereotypes.

[Info Collector]
While she seams to be out of the loop most of the time, Sterling loves information. She does, in fact, like to find out who broke up with who and where you’re going Saturday night, even if she won’t be there. Other information is important to her too, and she loves learning new things. If a guy offers to teach her how to repair a jammed axel, she’ll jump on it just the same as if her girl friend offered to teach her to dance a few ballet steps. A little knowledge of everything is important to her, because you never know when or where you might get in a tight spot [and what kind of spot that will be]!

[Artistic]
Could read for hours on end, a good book is her escape from reality. She considers storytelling as one of the greatest art forms. She writes things frequently on her laptop and Role Plays all the time online. Painting is another pastime of Sterling’s. She loves using bright colors in simplistic styles, but appreciates detail work and the complexity mulled tones. [Her favorite thing to paint is fish!] Art is her favorite class and she wants to major in fine arts on day, as well as minor is some kind of literature. Sterling, while she loves theater and watching performances, has never muffed up the courage to audition herself for a role. She greatly admires people in the drama club, but she mainly stays in the background, painting sets. One day, she tells herself, she’ll tryout…

[Deep]
Otherwise, Sterling is generally quiet; one of those people who will wait for you to speak to them first. Once you get to know her better, and she learns to respect and trust you for being an individual, you’ll discover her more playful side. She loves to laugh and mess around, and you can get her to do crazy things like jump off the diving board with all her clothes on, but only if you take to time to break down her walls.


history
family
father;; Nathaniel David Somnium
father's occupation;; Anesthesiologist
mother;; Anesthesiologist
mother's occupation;; Chef at 4 star restaurant
siblings;;

- Robynn Christine Somnium, 27, college graduate
[ - Valde, her Great Dane, whose 4]

general history;;

Boy likes girl, boy takes girl out for dinner, boy ditches girl for their waitress. It’s as simple as that. Evangeline and Nathaniel had one of those immediate attractions and married after dating for 4 years. She was 23, he was 25, and soon enough a giggly, chocolate-haired baby girl was brought into the world. Big blue eyes and delicate little fingers, they loved her like the strawberry-rhubarb cheesecake they so frequently had. [It was Evan’s favorite thing to make on the restaurant’s menu, and it was Nathaniel’s favorite dessert at the restaurant.] Life was joyful and as non-stop as the movies portrayed it to be, but when their little bird turned 12, she decided that friends and boyfriends were more important than family. On the verge of becoming heartbroken, they had Sterling, so incredibly different than her older sister, but in too many was the same.

Sterling was never a problem child, she liked to listen enough, but socializing with her family, especially her mother, bored her to tears. So, she sat in her room, writing, sketching, imagining, and her family took her distant behavior as a slap in the face. Her family was just too normal. She didn’t want to care if they were changing Wednesday’s ‘Soup of the Day’ to Wedding, or if her father preformed his 765th epidural. With no one to talk to, she talked to herself, and stayed up in her room or down in their dark, but not nearly as damp, basement. Her parents then reverted back to their Robynn days, catering to their first child’s every need or want, hoping to regain what they had lost. They wanted her to be the best, the most perfect, the happiest, so they generally left Sterling alone to her books and her thoughts. It suited her well, because she’d be there in the first place, and her sister seemed to be enjoying her pampering. It made her parents happy too, seeing Robynn and Sterling happy, so that was that.

As for school history, Sterling attended the West Texas Institute of Learning her first year of high school, and felt to particular attachment to the place, therefore she hardly blinked when it spontaneously combusted. “It didn’t spontaneously combust, Sterling.” Her father had retorted as they watched to news. But she was far away, contemplating her situation. Her family moved shortly afterward, to Colorado. One small town after the next, Sterling figured it would be even worse for her social standing. Having a new school didn’t trouble her so much as the new kids she would have to deal with. Although, she always kept a store of hope and curiosity in regard to new people and experiences she might find in new places.


other
keyword;; they want me with my hands up
rp sample;;

A wolf RP -

The air was thick with ever mingling scents. Dry earth, water, wolves, and enemies. They swirled about like a substitute wind to grace Ashling’s nose and mind. The breeze of knowledge and deception. “Trickery looms over one with muddled senses”, her mother had told her. It was much too true to take lightly and today was proving to be a mock version of the day that phrase came into being.

While the young wolf loved being in on everything, she detested being pulled into anything. Information was something Ashling fed on and it was of great importance to survival. She often thought of herself as wise, but knew she was too young to bear such a wonderful burden. Then again, ignorance could be bliss.

The Kol brute exchanged a few subtle words with the other female. There seemed to be nothing between them, but he had still not revealed his name. Was he someone of great significance in the plans of the Kol? A spy? Maybe there was something between the two? She didn’t know, and told herself not to care, but it was another piece of information Ashling couldn’t help but yearn to know.

His grin and his words made her shiver. He was playing with her. Being tricksy was an amusing trait for the bearer, but being tricked was an entirely different matter. One the dark fae planned to avoid. A feeling of disgust and dread weighed heavy in her gut. This was madness. The odd looking Tunde was asking to have his throat ripped from his body and the Kol brute wanted to lure her into some twisted trap. Stepping away, giving her space, he wanted her to come out into the open, but was he going to attack her? Did the words he’d whisper to the other Kol spell out an attack? The other female looked party occupied with the Tunde, leaving the brute to her, but Ashling had never come across a real fight before. She could scratch and tear and wriggle and sprint away, but this male looked as is he could outmatch her in almost everything. She couldn’t come to the water, even though her body screamed for it. This close, and now to run away. But could she run? Would they pursue her? They were questions she didn’t want to know the answer to, but had to if she was to get any farther.

But this was interesting. Obviously, there was a way to get a drink. The other fae spoke of selling information, to buy a taste for the price of treason. An interesting prospect, but not one Ashling could work with. She didn’t know anything of importance about any of the packs, but maybe something else? She racked her brain for something of interest, maybe a snippet of a rumor that she could build off of. Nothing, but she couldn’t let the Kol know that.

She chose her words carefully. “I come to drink, Kol. Although, I could make it to Nova Creek if pressed.” Her tone was passive. Maybe she knew something, maybe she didn’t, but she didn’t need to share. Ashling also didn’t know if she could, in truth make it that far without water. And even if she did, the Creek would most likely be dried up. The water flowed slowly in the lake, no waves, just a smooth swell every few seconds. If the creek was still feeding the lake, it was just the smallest trickle. She raised her thin tail ever so slightly, just enough to be noticed and her ears twitched. She wanted to bite at it, to revert to her childhood ways of comfort when lost and alone. She had to get a drink…

- - -

A lameish human RP I dug up from a few months ago –

Idly twirling his pencil, Dynyth considered what to draw. His last sketch had been a little girl holding an umbrella, but he didn’t like the end result. There wasn’t enough of him in it, his professor said. He knew she was right and that he would have to try harder with this sketch. Art just didn’t come to him like chemistry or english. He could read over a Roman battle maneuver and tell you exactly why it did or did not work, decipher the meaning of words just by their origin or root words, languages were blow-off classes, but art… There was no memorization or advanced formulas or layers of historical figures to sort through, it was just him. Him and his emotions. Unfortunately, Dynyth held little interest for things so trivial as how he felt at one fleeting moment or another. He understood that art and having artist abilities were important and resourceful skills that could show the viewer a good, if not exactly clear, picture of the past, but it wasn’t by the book like all the rest of his class. It was too free, too obscure…too emotional. Glancing up, he saw his professor coming towards him. Sighing, he turned to watch her approach. “Dynyth...You’ve been a little zoned out lately. If I’m correct, you spent the past twenty minuets holding your pencil above your paper…” She seamed sorry for him. Sorry for his inability. Dynyth was disgusted by her. He knew she meant no harm, but he refused to be pitied. “I’m fine, just thinking.” He lied. She seamed satisfied with the response and after exchanging a few words she strode over to another student.

Dynyth decided he might as well try something like anatomy, which was realistic and had a wrong and a correct way of looking. He made a few lines, but erased them. “Who am I kidding?” he thought. “Damn it, why can’t I do this? Focus. I have to focus…” He took a deep breath and started again. After making a few proportional circles and connecting them he had what could potentially, with some work, become a man. He felt a little embarrassed as he glanced over at another students work. Two wolves locked in battle. It was amazing. The detail and the shading, the positions and anatomy were just right. Dynyth sighed and looked back to his own sketches. Now, they looked quick and unimaginative, nothing was there but a few solitary lines that begged for completion, but would never get there. He cursed at himself for comparing his work to another’s, but he couldn’t help looking back at the wolves. He glanced up at the artist and was surprised to see Devante. No, he wasn’t surprised. It made perfect sense that he, of all people, would surpass him in this one skill. Devante. Never does his homework, rarely does well on an exam, probably hasn’t ever had an A is his life. Of course, it had to be Devante.

anything else?;; I basically took my old ABA application and spiffed it up in places to fit the new site. I hope that’s okay! :]

[»ryan wilks_]

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