Sodapop Cutting

[soda]

Finished!


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Sodapop
Gender: Boy
Experience: 3-4 years?
Location: Ontario.

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name:
Sodapop Jeffrey Cutting
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Date of Birth:
January 5
Tainted?
Very
Ability:
Oramism
Beliefs:
That tainted should be with tainted, and non tainted should be with non tainted. They are obviously different species, the upper evolutionary tracked people, tainted, shouldn't have to be reduced to the over population of the untainted.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes:
Green. They are deep and he nevr lets them dry out, always has a visene on him. Why not keep good care of his eyes, they are what his powers are based off of.
Hair:
Brown, natural, short. He likes to keep it short, no bangs, he keeps it spiked normally but that is depends on his mood and if he has any gel.
Height:
5' 10"
Weight:
150 - ish. Give or take - mostly muscle
Distinguishing Features:
Tatoo of his siblings names on his back, surrounded by a ring of snakes that vary in colour.
Other:
Not really. adverage hieght, muscular, pretty adverage looking.



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- Parties
- Being in the company of others, very social guy
- Swimming
- Being a smart ass
- Out smarting, Out Talking, and out thinking others.
Dislikes:
- Traitors
- Being ordered around
- Memeries
- His Father
- Dirty Clothes
The Good Points:
- Intelligent
- Mellow/Calm
- Smooth
- Independant
- Not afraid of anyone
The Bad Points:
- Cocky
- Can be a jerk
- Looses it when things go out of control
Habits:
- Cannot be organized, if something is organized, he will mess it up immediately
- Flirty with any girl who catches his eye, can't help it
Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
A chain his cousin gave him before he sent him to the orphanage. It has a pandant of a cross with rips and crimson on it. He always has it on him, normally looped around his belt or in his pocket, never around his neck.



o r i g i n s

Place of Birth:
Oslo, Norway
Family:
Kaspar Curtis :Father: [Dead]
Mari An Curtis :Mother: [Dead]
Jesse Curtis :Brother: [Dead]
Darr Curtis :Brother: [Dead]
Crystal Curtis :Sister: [Dead]
Kay Linn Curtis :Sister: [Dead]
Ross Tomb :Second Cousin:
History:

Soda was the third born of five children. His family lived in Oslo, Norway until Jesse was born. Then they moved to a small town in England a little before Darr was born. Soda was born a year later. Followed by Crystal and then Kay Linn. They were your average family: At least on the outside of the house. His father had taken up drinking as his favorite pass time, and seeing as he never did anything; that gave him a lot of time to pass. His mother was gone all day: trying to keep money circulating through the house.

Though everything changed rather quickly. His mother had to stop working, due to the birth of the fifth child: Kay Linn. The new baby shared a room with Crystal, while the three boys shared a room. Their parent's room was down the hall. Though, they weren't getting along anymore. They fought whenever they had a chance and Kaspar always ended the fight by physically ending it. Their mother just took it, she never gave Kaspar a chance to move onto the children.

Though, one night they were have their usual shouting battle. Only it was a little later than usual. Soda was lying on his bed. When Jesse grabbed him and dragged him onto his bed. Soda realized that Darr was already there. They listened for a moment. Upon further inspection upon their words; you could tell this actually wasn't one of their normal fights. Something smashed, pronely a vase, something made of glass. Maybe a cup? They all shuttered in unison. "Come on. Lets go grab Crystal." Darr suggested. They all looked at each other. Upon rethinking having to leave the indirect safety of the bedroom. They didn't want to.

"I'll go" Sodapop said simply. He was shaking so hard he could hardly stand. But his legs managed to hold his weight. He slid his feet against the hard wood floor, not wanting to lift them, not risking making noise. He slowly opened the door. The yelling became louder, like someone had twisted the volume up. He wandered out, keeping his head down. The door to the parents' room was partly open. He could he his father pacing, but couldn't see his mom. She was crying though. He slid into his sisters' room. Crystal leapt at him, hugging him with some tears rushing down her face.

He wrapped an arm around her, he went to grab the baby but stopped. The fighting had stopped. He pushed Crystal off and him and slid over to the door. He peaked out. His dad was dragging a limp body out into the living room. Though, their eyes met and his father smiled at him. Soda whimpered a little and grabbed Crystal by her collar: He couldn't get Kay Linn. He swung the door open and jump,ed into his bedroom. His father had continued to do whatever he was doing with their mothers body.

Jesse grabbed Soda and Crystal and made sure they were okay. Darr was trying to open up their bedroom window. Darr tried to climb out but Jesse grabbed his foot and brought him back in. He shoved Crystal out and told her to run down the street and over to the school. Saying they would meet her their. Jesse then allowed Darr to go, but it was too late. They could hear the deep foot steps of the man walking down the hall. They heard him laughing, he was in the girls' room. The baby didn't even have a chance to cry. "Hide" Whispered Jesse. Soda jumped into the laundry hamper, Jesse put the lid down for him. Then Jess and Darr ran into the closet.

Their father burst in the very moment the closet door shut. He walked over to the open window. He had seen only on set of foot prints. "Come on boys. I know your still here." He said, he grabbed Soda's bed and flipped it over. He seemed disappointed that no one was under it. He turned to the laundry hamper. Soda held his breath. Jesse must have seen, he opened the closet door and stepped out, though Darr was still hidden. "Mmm. My favorite son. Has enough guts to come out and greet his father eh?"

Jesse just stood their, breathing heavily, but keeping his stance relaxed. His father straightened his hand and pointed it at him. "Nightie night." He said, Jesse shrugged. Their father prepared to say the words but Darr ran out. Jesse gave him a dark look. "You too? Then, where is Soda?" Kaspar asked. No one moved. He sighed in impatience. "Fine." He smirked, a ray of energy came out his finger tips. It took out Jesse in one shot. He was on the floor, blood leaving the large slicing wound quite quickly. It smoothly spread, going under neath the hamper. The clothes started to absorb it. Soda had to bit his lip to the point of it being split to keep from screaming.

Then as his father looked and twisted over to Darr, he jumped out of the hamper and jumped smoothly out the window. His father noticed but didn't care. He sprinted all the way to the school. His socks soaked from the melting snow and they were stained with blood. Once Crystal came into sight he relaxed a little. He collapsed at her side. Panting and crying. They sat there for a good five minutes. When it was all ruined. His sister's blood spattered across his face as his father stood ten meters away, hands pointed at Soda now. "Best for last, eh?" Soda sat their shivering. He dug his face into his knees.

A large thump made him look up again. A man in a dark robe was standing over Soda's father's body. "Your alright?" They asked. Soda went into a violent shaking fit that he couldn't control. "Soda? You Okay? It's me, Ross." The man approached him. He seemed to be worried. He grabbed Soda and disappeared.

The authorities placed the murders onto Ross, though, he was difficult to find. He took care of Soda for two years, in that time frame Soda hadn't spoken a word. When Soda turned eleven, Ross forced him to go live in a small orphanage. He was sure that Soda was going to get to leave and be free sooner rather than later, but he knew that if he stayed with him, it wouldn't be possible.

Soda began speaking again three months after he arrived to the orphanage. He had become friends with a girl named Jacki and they were close. Then she was adopted, and he couldn't see ehr anymore. Soda lived in the orphanage until he was 17, when they kicked him out because any girl above the age of 16 was either beginning to love him or be extremely afraid of him. "Your being a bad influence." Was all they could muster. He always replied with a, "Soon I won't be their only bad influence"

When he turned 19 he started have blurry vision for a short perios of time, this then turned into him being able to see in the dark. Not to his will though, it would come on and off un intentially. By the age of 21 he could control his night vision, it was the only thing he worked on, but still his eyes will randomly zoom or even give him Xray vision. He enjoys using his powers, comes in handy when manuvouring around his shack of a house, it has no lights. He is training himself, focusing on masturing the zooming on his eyes. It messes him up, the random spasms. he can't walk without tripping or smashing into someone when it has a mind of it's own.

He didn't mind though, he was happy. He was out of that stupid shack. He could do more on his own anyways. He moved into Marseille, in a small house that had been abandonned and left for it to be rotted on the outskirts of the town. He didn't mind though, it had a roof good enough. Now he spends most of his time in town, trying to be social and familourize himself as much as possible. His cousin helps him out financially.

m i s c

RP Sample:
RP Sample from anouther site. I know, not related but I really cant focus enough to write one right now.

Tuesdays ... I hate Tuesdays. What is so special about Tuesdays anyways? Soda sat on his bed thinking to himself. His head resting back against the head board. His deep blue eyes staring at his feet, almost like he could see through them. He sighed, rubbing his hair, which became even messier than it was a moment ago. He bit down on his bottom lip. Tuesday is the only night that I have to spend doing homework. And what do I end up doing? This. Exactly this. Sitting on this crap bed, thinking about worthless things that aren't productive in any way, shape, or form

He grumbled. Sliding down onto his back and rolling onto his side. He dug the side of his face into his pillow. Then stuck his hand into his jean pocket, rummaging around for a moment. Then pulled out his wand. Thats it, screw my lollie-gagging. I am leaving. He slid up to a sitting position and pressed his bare feet against the cold floor. He shook, he couldn't stand his feet being cold, not anymore. He lifted them back onto the bed and crawled to the foot of the bed. He opened up his trunk and pulled out a pair of socks and a pair of Doc Martins. He slipped on the black socks and then the black boot afterwards. He placed his feet down on the wood again. A light tap was created by the weight and texture of the boot.

He stood, walked back to his trunk and pulled out a raggy old black sweater, he slipped it on over his worn t-shirt. Yes, everything he wore was worn down and raggy, obviously over used. But he didn't care. As long as his school robes were always looking good and his boots were slick, he didn't care. Besides. was he honestly expected to be able to find the money to pay for new clothes? And what would he buy? some crappy band shirt that was on the discount rack at some superstore? No. It was either this or high class, more durable clothing.

He stepped out of the room, walked down the stairs and into the common room. It was abnormally empty in there. He shrugged, and kept going. He continued on, by the end of his walk, he would have made it all the way to the lake. Nothing like a swim at night, makes you feel slightly rebellious, with a bit of danger and fear thrown in. But he wasn't afraid of some fish with pointed sticks, big whoop. By the end of his swim he had passed out on the shore, why did he always end up asleep outside?

Character Model:
Jensen Ackles

[tany]

Hiii Sodapop. Before we can approve you, there are a few things we need added/changed/altered/ect.

- We need to know how good he is at Oramism. Has he mastered it? Is it still faulty? Does he not like his power, does he like his power? Ect.

- We need more than just color for his eyes.

- Need at LEAST five dislikes.

- He has to have some possession/obsession/other. <3

- And one SMALL thing. You mentioned Soda's father using a wand in his history. <3

- Everything else looks great, especially the history. I can really feel for Soda, so I like it a lot. My character, Alessana, says she wants to be friends. xD <3

Just poke me when you've edited, dearheart.

[soda]

*Pokes you*

Hehe. Not even accepted yet and Sodey has a friend. Whoot.

KK,
Wand: Gone.
Eyes: Added more.
Dislikes: added 2 more things
Possession: He has one now
Power: Detailed into what he can do, what he does do, and a little of what he is trying to make himself do.

*Takes in deep breath* yay.

[tany]

+Poked. Dies.+ Muuuuch better. Expect to see me stalk your relationship plot if and when you make one.

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