.:Name:.
Sophia Opale
.:Race:.
Werewolf.
.:Sex:.
Female.
.:Age:.
Eight-teen.
.:Likes:.
Apples. Ukuleles. Attention. Laughing. Making other people laugh. Reading. Learning. Meeting new people.
.:Dislikes:.
Thunder&Lightening storms. Basketball. Being hated. Seeing others being miss treated. Loud noises. Yelling. Arguments.
.:Style:.
Fairly dressy attire, usually, but isn't afraid to dress down, especially when she knows she is going to be shifting.
.:Personality:.
She is the smart girl. The kind that know so much about a lot of things. She is sweet-nature and curious. She like attention, but isn't pushy about getting it. Easy-going and nice to talk to. Holds an aura of happiness wherever she goes. One of those 'almost never sad' people. even if they have something bothering her under her skin, she'll keep it hidden. Until it bottles up, and she bursts, which usually is not pretty and gives her a sense of embarrassment after wards. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and tends to fall for the wrong guy, to fast, and it doesn't ever end well. Or at least decent. She can be a bit selfish, but she cares for others deeply. She would do anything for anyone in a heart beat. She tends to be very open, and only on her really bad days, to be shy. Her motto is curiosity may have killed the cat, but dear, satisfaction brought it back. She tries to be flirty with boys, but it usually doesn't end up well. She isn't a tom-boy but can hold her own with the guys.
.:History:.
She is the next expected to become alpha female in the clan. However, she doesn't want that kind of power, sure she could lead, but would rather pursue her own ambitions. She kinda strayed off during clan meetings a lot. An only child, but the clan's other children brought her the friendships she desired. Amelia often dragged the other pups into trouble because of her curious manor. Nothing serious though of course. She snuck out of the house when it rained, almost every time it rained. When she was about 13, grandmother Oakie passed, and she mourned the death until she found the world of dance. She dance with much feeling and power in every step. Ballet was her first love, but she has also taken a liking for many other types since. Mother was just kinda there during her childhood, moving through the movements she's supposed to do. Grandmother Oakie and Father, were the two that gave her the love a small one needs growing up. At one point in life, Amelia even felt comfortable with calling father, daddy. That changed when mother heard it. Life for Amelia was pretty normal for a clan member. When all this miss-happening started, Amelia was sent to this school, word from the clan has not reached her yet. Here at the haven, Amelia has the opportunities to be herself she has not had back in the Pack. Here they do not expect her to only train to be the next blood leader of the pack. Amelia has not yet found a really good friend here like she used to have back in the pack. She dearly misses her old friends, and is angry that she can't talk to them! Why aren't they getting the letter she wrote them! They promised the would write! Butt again, she looses her grief in her dance.
She has gained acceptance into the new pack here, but still tries to contact the old gang.
.:Weapons:.
Small switch-blade; but obviously only in human form.
Sharp claws.
.:Quirks:.
She tends to twirl her hair.
.:Fears:.
Things with more than 4 legs. Watching people suffer.