Post by 隼人影山 on Apr 16, 2018 22:31:27 GMT -5
SOPHIE EL
PERSONAL INFORMATION
REAL NAME: Sophia Magda von Licht
GENDER: Female
PICBASE: Sky Ferreira
RACE: Caucasian
NATIONALITY: Canadian / German
D.O.B./AGE: December 23rd, 1994
HOMETOWN: Paradise, Newfoundland, Canada
RESIDES: Somewhere.
PROFESSIONAL INFORMATION
RING NAME(S): Sophie El
NICKNAME(S): The Undying
BILLED FROM: Paradise
HEIGHT: 5'8" [1.7272 m]
WEIGHT: 157 Ibs [71.214 kgs]
TRAINED BY: Someone
CROWD AFFILIATION: Boo her if you want. She's kind of a weird person.
PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: 2014
EXPERIENCE: 3 years
ACCOLADES: 1x HKW Hybrid Champion
CONTRACT TYPE: Full Time
STATISTICAL INFORMATION
In Arcadia PRO, I would like to incorporate a familiar-ish statistic system in order to further display your character's physical and mental strengths and weaknesses. You have a 36 point pool. Now you can further describe the statistic if you'd like. Do all you can in order to illustrate how your character is. You have an "_" out of 10 system.
STRENGTH: 7
SPEED: 4
TOUGHNESS: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 4
CHARISMA: 5
STAMINA: 9
Use a F - S system.
SPIRIT: C
HONOR: D
MALEVOLENCE: A
TALENT: B
VIOLENCE: B
POTENTIAL: C
WRESTLING INFORMATION
WRESTLING STYLE: There's Power in Stillness - Strength is something that she has in spades. Albeit, she's not suited to scooping up people bigger than her. In equal matches, though, Sophie can easily overpower her opponents. In a past life, she was explosive. She would charge out of the gate to take her opponents down. Now, she saunters, becoming a quiet predator. Thus, she tends to gain an element of surprise on enemies not expecting her explosiveness.
MATCH TACTICS: If the person is bigger, she will try to weaken them down enough that she can still use her power to her advantage. If they're too resilient, she will cut them down with strong strikes. If they're her size, she will attempt to overpower them. She will start off partly slow, but finally, explode out.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY: Sophie's an enigma, where her capricious attitude leads to many not knowing what exactly she's thinking. She can go from docile to menacing in the snap of a finger. It's hard to peg Sophie for anything.
CHARACTER ANALYSIS: Sophie does what Sophie wants.
GIMMICK DESCRIPTION: After being manipulated and toyed with, Sophie's mindset shifted a fair amount. Sophie's a weird girl, to summarize early. A general look at her shows a clear detachment from normal social cues and reality itself. It results in a woman whose words drift off and her voice never goes beyond a whisper. She doesn't take much seriously, it seems. In recent times, Sophie has displayed a severe disregard for the well-being of those around her, possibly exhibiting sadistic qualities. She aptly names people "insects", but she never seems to bear too much malice. An enigmatic person, yes, but that mystery leaves it hard to describe her. She's an apparition, appearing and disappearing at will seemingly.
MOVESET INFORMATION
FINISHERS
(Preferably, a submission finisher or signature needs to be added.)
PRIMARY FINISHER: Split the Sky - Discus Big Boot
SECONDARY FINISHER: One Bad Day - Cloverleaf Breaker
DESPERATION FINISHER: Happy Monday - Schwein
FINAL FINISHER: Project Black - Double Brainduster
SIGNATURES
1. Red Javelin - Rolling Koppu Kick
2. Hypoxia - Regal Cutter
3. Death Dealer - Running Lariat
4. Blood Thinner - Sleeper Suplex
5. Bullrush - Spear through the 2nd Rope
REGULAR MOVESET
(15 is the minimum; you can keep past the 15.
1. Front Kick to Knee
2. Repeating Double Axe Handles
3. Diving Clothesline
4. Kick Out DDT
5. Side Suplex
6. Gutwrench Suplex
7. X-Plex
8. Death Valley Driver
9. Standing Fireman's Carry Takeover
10. Spear
11. Deadlift German Suplex
12. Pop Up Samoan Drop
13. Half Nelson Backbreaker
14. Snap Powerbomb
15. Side Kick
ENTRANCE INFORMATION
ENTRANCE THEME: "Machine Gun" by Portishead
ANNOUNCER INTRODUCTION: | ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing...coming from Paradise itself...weighing in at 157 pounds...she is the Undying...she is SOPHIE EEEEEEELLLLLL!
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION:
Left for ten seconds to their own mechanisms, the crowd can only communicate among themselves. Nothing happened within those ten seconds, causing fans to look among each other for answers. Without warning, all the lights in the arena die out, leaving only darkness over the audience. Lights from camera flashes illuminate the setting before a spotlight fades in. It focuses on the entrance way. The light sound of rain begins, accompanying fog seeping from underneath the stage. In a somber whisper, a voice calls out.
“The blackest night falls from the sky. The darkness grows as all light dies. She craves your hearts and your demise. By her black hand, the dead shall rise.”
Suddenly, obtuse instrumentals blast the audience. The source, “Machine Gun” by Portishead, infuses with the dreary atmosphere generating on the stage. Fog tinted by rich purple lighting starts to overwhelm the stage, but in the midst of it...a silhouette appears. Stepping out of the all-consuming fog, Sophie El hides her face behind a black veil and her body until a lacy black cloak. On her head, a crown of lilacs, a symbol of passing, offsets the funeral colors that she chooses to bear. She starts down the ramp, not giving a single look to any of the jeering audience.
Sophie stands at the end of the ramp, standing with her hands interlaced. She continues to the stairs, to which she robotically climbs. Once on the ring apron, she slumps on the ropes, before quickly getting into the ring. The awkward pacing of her entrance shows some sort of discourse in the mind of Sophie El. When she gets to the center of the ring, she removes the veil and the crown. As she places it away, she leans onto her corner lazily, lolling her head side to side. As the lights come back from the baptism of deep purple, Sophie’s gaze is shown. Her eyes are glossed over as if none of the world around her matters.
CHAMPIONSHIP ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION:
Left for ten seconds to their own mechanisms, the crowd can only communicate among themselves. Nothing happened within those ten seconds, causing fans to look among each other for answers. Without warning, all the lights in the arena die out, leaving only darkness over the audience. Lights from camera flashes illuminate the setting before a spotlight fades in. It focuses on the entrance way. The light sound of rain begins, accompanying fog seeping from underneath the stage. In a somber whisper, a voice calls out.
“The blackest night falls from the sky. The darkness grows as all light dies. She craves your hearts and your demise. By her black hand, the dead shall rise.”
Suddenly, obtuse instrumentals blast the audience. The source, “Machine Gun” by Portishead, infuses with the dreary atmosphere generating on the stage. Fog tinted by rich purple lighting starts to overwhelm the stage, but in the midst of it...a silhouette appears. Stepping out of the all-consuming fog, Sophie El hides her face behind a black veil and her body until a lacy black cloak. On her head, a crown of lilacs, a symbol of passing, offsets the funeral colors that she chooses to bear. She starts down the ramp, not giving a single look to any of the jeering audience. She carries the championship in her hands out forward.
Sophie stands at the end of the ramp, standing with her hands interlaced. She continues to the stairs, to which she robotically climbs. Once on the ring apron, she slumps on the ropes, before quickly getting into the ring. The awkward pacing of her entrance shows some sort of discourse in the mind of Sophie El. When she gets to the center of the ring, she removes the veil and the crown. As she places it away, she leans onto her corner lazily, lolling her head side to side. As the lights come back from the baptism of deep purple, Sophie’s gaze is shown. Her eyes are glossed over as if none of the world around her matters. She rests the championship on the ground and rests in front of it.
BIOGRAPHY
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