sophia abby marshall

[sophia a marshall]

N A M E '

SOPHIA ABBY MARSHALL

A G E '

21

G E N D E R '

Female

S H I F T I N G '

Sophia has the shape of a golden eagle. While in this form her eyes stay their usual silvery-blue, which can look very discerning when seen against her coppery feathers. She can shape herself in parts; for example, give herself just a beak or just a wing, or as she does when she needs to see far distances, just the eyes of an eagle. As a bird, however, she does not have the physical strength associated with other shifters, and relies more on speed and precision. Her talons can cause some serious damage of course. Also, in her bird form she has to struggle to understand human languages, and often times will work herself into a mess and forget what she is doing. No family.

P E R S O N A '

Sophia is flighty, much to do with being half bird, and often a bit skittish. She isn’t sure whether or not she wants to be part of a family yet, and is not the best at making friends. She does have a reliable side to her, the semi-genius side that got her into and through college before her 16th birthday. She has always been a bit anti-social, and being the freaky smart kid never helped, but she does try to open up. When she makes a friend she is extremely loyal and steadfast, like a golden eagle to its mate (they mate for life).

S K I N . D E E P '

Sophie is 5 feet 4 inches tall, with a small build. She weighs 113 pounds and the muscles she has, especially in her shoulders, are taught and thin despite being well-used and strong. She has dark brown hair that falls in waves a few inches past her shoulders and that has red streaks in it (not natural). Across her foot she has a tattoo of the words “the moon is falling”. Her nails are rather long, much like bird talons, and she rarely paints them. Her skin is pale and a few freckles skitter across her face around her pale blue eyes.
In her bird form her feathers are coppery-gold, though darker than a normal golden eagle’s, especially on and around her abdomen. Her eyes are the same distant blue of a sky just before a storm sets in. Her beak is paler and more glaringly yellow, though the tip of it is pure black. The tail feathers also fade to black at the tips, while her wing feathers start a paler gold at the roots and grow to the normal dark-gold by the tips. She has a cluster of white feather at her feet and a patch of the snow-colored feathers at her shoulders.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

Sophia walked with her head down, avoiding the eye contact of anyone, human or shifter. She couldn’t trust anyone really; she was better off without them. In her mind she recited her times tables. 12 times 486 equals 5832. One old lady with a red hat and sunken eyes. Maybe she had stayed here too long. The faces all seemed familiar in some way, and she wasn’t used to it. Even now on these desolate streets she could feel their eyes on her. All her life these streets had been her home. When her mother had been too sick to walk all the way back to the shelter they would just curl up right here by this leaky gutter and sleep the pain away. 27 times 319 equals 8613. Two tall men with matching umbrellas and suits. That was before her mother died; her mother who had been the kindest falcon you would ever meet. She never did anything with her life. After her parents kicked her out for being pregnant she just gave up on life. Couldn’t even get her act together for her baby. But God she was sweet. 192 times 834 equals 160128. Three little boys with scrapes and smiles. When Sophia had been too young to understand that there was a different way to live she had thought it was fun to hide out in the streets or to play among the bunks at the shelter. Later she would make a game of surviving, finding the best food scraps and using her “ability” to her advantage. 278 times 1652 equals 459256. Four cats mewling for their milk.Too many people knew her name, knew her past. The gray day matched her clothing, a gray sweatshirt with the name of some college she hadn’t attended and a pair of dark gray jeans well worn and neglected by the washing machine she didn’t have. And she smelled like fish. It was like a perfume she wore, too strong and too sour to be pleasant. Of course, Sophia didn’t mind much. Baths weren’t at the top of her priority list at the moment. She watched people watch her, their voices too dim to be heard. But she knew what they were saying. “How on earth can the Marshall’s leave that poor girl out on the streets? She’s their flesh and blood you know. Wouldn’t even pay for her tuition. Not that she needed more than a few hundred each year. Crazy smart she is. Crazy…” Maybe I am, she began wondering as she turned the corner to an equally dismal part of town. But being sane wasn’t high on her priorities either.