-𝗙𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲-"𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰."
-𝗔𝗴𝗲-
(Depends on the roleplay!)
-𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿-
"𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫."
-𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆-
"𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭?"
((Unlabelled))-𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲-
-5"4
-long, black, wavy hair that she often wears down.
-eyes have a red tint to them.
- face is scarred, more specifically, she has a long scar from the tip of her eyebrow down to her cheekbone.
-outfit is a white shirt and black waistcoat paired with formal looking trousers and white, stained, gloves as well as a black tie.-𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆-
-Lighthearted, loves to tease.
-Pushes things to the back of her mind.
-overbearing at times, towards her fellow league members, but only because she cares.
Loud, puts up a confident front.
-Blunt.-𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆/𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲-
"𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰."
Sophie ran away when she was only a little girl. She found herself at a league meeting while squatting in an old, derelict building and begged them to take her in. Feeling pity for the girl, the boss did, and trained her to be the perfect villain.
Her home life wasn't the best, and she was severely bullied at school.
-𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀-
1. The night had grown cold, after all, it was winter time. Your OC stepped into the nearest bar, hoping to get a pint of something for warmth.
Sophie stood behind the counter, her slim figure framed nicely by her outfit; a pristine white shirt, layered under a black waistcoat, which upon closer inspection had neatly embroidered details into it. Her sleek, tightly fitting formal trousers were cuffed at the ankles, and she wore black shoes, the shiny kind with laces.
A red apron was snugly tied around her waist, Which the girl pulled a notepad out of and glanced your OC over, not bothering to smile. She'd always hated drunks.
"What can I get ya?" she questioned, taking off her singular, stained white glove to reveal a severely scarred hand. It looked burnt.
2. Your OC stumbles upon a meeting, curious, they listen in.
"Just give me the damned money, Jimmy." The girl growled, holding a shiny blade up; the moon's bright light reflected off of it.
"Oh, shut up, sweetheart. You know fully well I don't like being told what to do." The dark figure replied, knocking the knife from her hand. It fell to the ground with a loud clank.
"Oi! do you know who I work for? you'll regret that." she spat out the words as if they were poison.
The man did nothing but laugh, the hearty sound echoing through the empty alleyway, before grabbing her by the neck.
"what's daddy gonna do? huh? Stop me from killing you right now? I'd like to see him try."He tightened his grip and Sophie gasped, thrashing about.
Your OC...?
3. make something up! :]

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