Name: Sophia Hiaki
Epithet: Ocean's Sundrop
Birthplace: Mirrorball Island
Devil Fruit: Kira Kira no mi
Hair Color: Gold/Honey
Hair Length: Knee-length (in pigtails)
Eye color: Blue
Clothing: Her top is a cream colored, sleeve-less shirt with spiky black accents and gold lining around the sleeves and a long black color split down the middle to the sides. She has separate sleeves of the same cream color, with the same type of triangular accents. The shirt tapers off into points at the end in a dress-like fashion, revealing at the front and sides a short skirt with the same triangular black tapering. Her black tights are cut at the sides in the shape of flower petals, and go down into calf-length brown boots with multiple buckles.
Accessories: Her pigtails are held together with two white glass lilies. Her weapons are S-shaped crystallized spinners with metallic outline sharpened like a sword for attacks. They are attached via cable to straps on her gloves in order to swing them back or curve their direction. She also has a small pouch attached to her waist for money, important papers, etc.
Personality traits: Sophia was once naïve, optimistic, and headstrong. She was and still (mostly) is very cheerful, wanting everyone she runs across to have as good an adventure as she can give them. But, much of this attitude was lost after her first crew. She is still quite amiable, but after the betrayal her temper has lessened and she is much more cautious of what she says around others. Partially this is because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but this is also because she herself doesn’t want to suffer from the pain of others hating her anymore. She’s good-natured and can open up to others after she’s become close to them, acting a bit more like her old headstrong and adventurous self. To a stranger though, she appears sweet but quiet and tactical in approaching anything…maybe even a little sad. She is still cursed with clumsiness and an inability to cook anything edible. Being hurt doesn’t change faults such as those. But her added approach of carefulness keeps her from showing those off too much…unless she reverts back to her inquisitive and carefree nature from before her first attempt at having a crew.
Likes: Sophia enjoys dancing, singing when nobody is around, and exploring (carefully.) She also is at her best after she’s made a for-sure new friend. Since the betrayal, her love of items with sentimental value has grown, and her style has turned from flashy to “shabby chic”, remnant of precious items and a design of the “olden days”, with cute antiques and red and cream chipped paint. This like is reflected greatly in her ship, with mason jars serving as lanterns and fresh flowers growing inside old window boxes and antique drawers.
Dislikes: Sophia absolutely despises a dirty ship and bugs, her height (she still reacts angrily to anyone who dares to make fun of it), and bright, flashy, “fake”-looking things (tacky orange plastic is a *no*.)
Fears: It’s pretty clear that she’s afraid of being betrayed or let-down again, so she usually keeps her guard up pretty well. Secretly though, she’s terrified of being trapped in a small space, or being forced into following someone else’s rules, as this brings her back to the days with her father.
Dreams: She dreams of finding friends that she can truly believe in, first and foremost. Making her mother proud, getting subtle revenge by living through what her old crew had done, and defying her father are close seconds.
Sophia smells like –fresh flowers and a clean sort of must that comes from antiques that have been lovingly cared for.-
Sophia is most represented by a –a fragile, yellow meadow butterfly-
- most represents Sophia
“…What did you wish for, bubbly?”
“Mooooom! I can’t tell yoooou! That’s cheating!!!”“…Heh.”
Sophia smiled, gently putting down the kimono in her hands. She looked around her old room…the house was still standing, even after all of those years, and all of her bits and bobs were still there. They hadn’t been stolen. “…I guess people respected Mom more than I figured…”
Everything was in a nice neat row. She had let her hair down for bed, and gently placed her hairpins among the lot. Two twin Lilies, carefully glued back together into their pristine glass comdition…before they had been broken, they had really been something. The first of her treasures…that one would be hers. The first present she had received in her entire life…
…Her mother had been a dancer on Mirrorball Island. With no father to speak of for the first few years of her life, and little money coming in from her mother’s work, Sophia had little in the way of toys or playmates. She spent nights alone when her mother worked, looking forward to the afternoons when her mother was both at home and awake. Meanwhile, she entertained herself by practicing in the hallway, full of mirrors…a dancers house, certainly, had to have a practice area, and her mother had filled the place to the brim with as many mirrors as she could find. Those mirrors brought Sophia her first bits of happiness…mimicking what her mother had shown her in the brief practices they had together, imitating and spinning and whirling until her feet felt like jelly and she had no choice but to fall asleep in the hallway, exhausted. When she had finally grown good enough to show her mother, Sophia was pleased by the look of shock she received…quickly followed by pride, and then her hairpins. Her first treasures.“To keep your hair out of your face,”
she whispered her mother’s words softly, tracing her hand along the tiny cracks in the glass. They were more than pins…they were symbols. Her mother finally began to teach her seriously then. Let her come to the club and watch and study the others. Actually train to become a dancer….a beautiful dancer on Mirrorball Island. That had been her plan for so many years.
…With a smile, Sophia glanced back to the kimono. Her second treasure…it was almost a shame what she planned to do with it. But if she wanted to keep it with her…“The day of my first New Year’s festival…”
The day her mother had been able to afford a kimono for the festival. They had struck rich with a few good tips, and she had splurged, purchasing a silken dream of cherry blossoms and Koi Fish. Sophia had worn it so proudly that day, as she went up to pray and put her offering in the well for a good year. She resisted her mother’s attempts to ask what her first New Year’s wish was…but then again, she had thought as most children do that she would have forever to let her mom wheedle her down.
…Sophia’s smile faded slightly as she took the scissors, cutting a small square from the fabric. Yes, she had thought they would have forever. But that was before the sickness. Before her mother had grown so ill that the doctors wouldn’t let her into the room. At the time, they had probably been concerned for her safety, but Sophia hadn’t realized that at age seven…she only wanted to see her mother. She at least wanted to say goodbye when the neighbors had broken the news for her. But it wasn’t safe even then….and the most Sophia got to give was a wet kiss at the top of a tombstone.“There…that should be enough.”
Satisfied with the piece of fabric, she moved on to the next piece. It was a scrap of colored paper cut into a shape of a sun…the last bit of color she had been able to hide from her father. Her father…who had finally come to claim her once her mother was gone. Or perhaps he was forced…she never received the full story. She didn’t even remember leaving the island much, except that she had at the last moment clasped onto a bit of paper fluttering about in front of her…the city had taken part in a sunrise festival the night before, and it was a remnant of the celebration. At the time, she had thought it was pretty, nothing more. She didn’t realize just how important that scrap of paper would become…
She shuddered at the remembrance. At the harsh white of Tequila Wolf, where her father was stationed as a marine captain. At the harsher white of her room, where she had been locked away, and tormented by her three older half-brothers, also trapped on the island with their father…It turned out that she had been an accident. A mistake. And when that mistake had been found out, not only had her father lost his dignity in the marines, but also his wife and former position on Onsen Island. They had sent him to the wasteland, for punishment…and thus, he would see she would have the same treatment. The paper was the one bit of color that she had gotten into the white-washed room, where the door blended into the walls and the end was nowhere in sight…
That and one other item were the only two survivors from her first experience there. Looking down at the next object, a twist of a smile appeared again on Sophia’s lips. A patchwork quilt piece that she had torn into the shape of a heart…her very first crush. A silly thing, a girlish thing that really probably had no significance to the boy at all…but to her, it had been very important.
She had one window, once upon a time before the incident. After it they had boarded it up, but before…a prisoner had used it, to sneak into the warmth. He couldn’t have been older than her at the time. Just a child, trapped into servitude with his own family, searching for blankets. Sophia could have called the marines on him when he had entered…could have come into better standing with her family. But instead, she had helped him, sneaking him out to the storage area and loading him down with quilts and blankets for the frostbitten soldiers outside. He had escaped through the window with only seconds to spare before their dealings had been noticed by the guards, and from his haste a square of a quilt had been torn away….one with a heart on the top. She kept it…and kept it still, even though after all that, he didn’t keep the promise…
…It really was silly. A hurried promise to visit again as thanks for the help. And she had sent him letters. So many letters, on napkins or newspaper scraps or whatever she could find, throwing them out every available window with an increasing loneliness and desperation to see him, see one friendly face one more time. But he never showed himself again…and slowly, she gave up. But she kept the heart patch, as a reminder that there was some good left if she searched…maybe it was that that started her obsession with patchwork quilts.
Maybe that hadn’t been such a good thing.“Bothersome…What are you doing up there?!”
The familiar voice called up to her and brought her away from the windows and messy cursive that had been her lovesick years.“Be down in a minute!!”
she shouted back, smiling wryly. He was hungry, probably, and couldn’t find the right cabinets. He had problems sometimes with the new house still…her one lone crewmate.
She had nothing that she wanted to use from that time in her life. Not for her plans, anyway. Even if it was important…it was a sort of nostalgia that she wasn’t interested in giving to others. Slowly she began to tighten the strings around a bundle of tiny packages, wrapped up in tattered paper that had been through one too many rainstorms. Each one held bits and pieces of geisha pins…her mother’s geisha pins. She would be bringing them along too, but only as reminders. She needed reminders…something to tell her to never trust someone so easily again.
There had been plenty of them coming and going around that time. After she had managed to escape from Tequila and return home, her mind had been made up to defy her father in the best possible way: piracy. The town supported her, even gave her enough for a small ship, and the SunCatcher had taken her from island to island with the hopes of finding friends who would share in the dream. Some came and went, some came and stayed, and to each one had been given a small flower pin, quite similar to her lilies. They became a formidable crew…people actually *knew* their names across the Blues. The Lilies valley was full of strong, slightly insane, adventurous people that Sophia had learned to call friend…until they reached the Grand Line.
That was the day things went wrong…
She bit her lip as she finished tightening the last string. That poster still had a bit of chocolate on the edge, from Shokora Isle. It was their first stop on the Grand Line, and their last stop together…when she had made the mistake of her life. It was the island where, miraculously, they had met up with a crewmate that had disappeared months earlier. He and his brother’s crew had made it there as well, and were waiting for them to arrive. She thought nothing of it at first, was simply happy to see him, the one who she had been planning to offer the First Mate spot to before he vanished without a trace. It seemed as though everything was going right with their happy reunion, until she went ahead and offered him the spot.
……and then, just like that…she woke up, bound and gagged, to discover they had left her, and her new “First Mate” betrayed her. His brother, known across the seas for his merciless nature, didn’t seem interested in letting her continue on her way, and he had told the others to either join him or escape with their skins. Most ran away…a few joined him, but only one stayed by Sophia’s side.“Sophia!”“I said I’m coming!”
she called again, restraining the lump in her throat from showing in her voice. Namaeda…her blind helmsman, who somehow knew the waters without his eyes. He had been the only one to stay *with* her, not against her…not including Gatz, her overweight and grumpy cat. All three of them had been thrown into the cellar that night, sailing off in darkness to a destination they didn’t know. There was no food, no water…occasionally someone came down for a good bit of abuse. One of them had given her a good slice across the eye…Namaeda had told her it was a miracle it healed enough to only leave a crescent-shaped scar, but she didn’t feel like it was a miraculous moment in time. In fact, when her mutinous crew dropped the three off at Tequila Wolf for an execution from her dear old dad, she was about ready to snap, to rush out and let anger completely overtake her and…
…and she didn’t, because there had been one person who stayed by her side even in the face of death.
They escaped on a small dinghy a day before their execution. Namaeda’s sense of touch helped them escape her white-washed room from childhood. They made it in the dark of night, sailing back to Mirrorball for shelter…and had been hiding there ever since. It had been a year of lying low, taking night jobs at discos and dance halls to save money, planning out a new crew and a new ship and what to do with…with the old…“…No…nobody will get these,”
she whispered, lightly touching the bundles of geisha pins wrapped in old wanted posters, before resting her hand on her scar. “But the rest of them…”
The Lilies, hers. The paper sun, the kimono scrap, the heart shaped patchwork piece, and many of her mother’s treasures…the ribbon tie from her mother’s first dance shoes, the gold bracelet with the rose pearl, the wooden star from their Christmas trees, the feather quill from her brief obsession with finding a pen pal, the four-inch vinyl of songs that she taught Sophia dancing from on the child-size record player, the old key to their house, a wooden rose she had gotten as proof she couldn’t kill *every* houseplant in the world, and music note-shaped buttons from her favorite costume….they would go to others…others that she could trust.
That was the test for herself. If she really could trust someone…she would be willing to give away one of her most precious possessions…or one of her mothers.“Just another week…just one more…and we’ll head out again, Mom…” she
whispered, eyes watering a bit in worry as she carefully boxed up what would soon define her crew members. “…And this time, I won’t screw up.”
Former crews: The Lilies Valley Pirates
Current Crew: The Patchwork Pirates
(Split 2100 among the following)
Devil Fruit: 625
~~~~Fighting style info~~~~
Name: Spinning Firelight
Her style is mainly a mixture of dance moves, along with spinning her weapons as props of sorts…when she sends glitter into the air they mirror the light and make it seem like there are thousands of fireflies surrounding her, disorienting the opponent so she can send her spinners flying, curving them depending on how she twists her wrists and body.
1. Name: Meku Ru Meku
Type: Devil Fruit
Description: Sophia sends a burst of glitter from her hand and reflects light from her spinner to the cloud, giving off a blinding effect that can temporarily disable her opponents and give her an opportunity to attack. In a similar fashion she can raise up a sheet of glitter in front of her for a moment, using the sun's rays to dazzle the sight out of their eyes.
2.Name: Kireta Supin
Description: Sophia sends one spinner out and twists it to follow her opponent, twirling around them and tugging to effectively slash them in one clean swipe. Though this may seem a simple attack, it's actually quite a dirty little trick, as a simple trained flick of her wrist can send it spinning after her opponent any which way.
3.Name: Nibui kyouki
Type: Devil Fruit
Description: Sophia controls bursts of glitter and attaches them to the weapon of her opponents choice, either plugging up their gun or dulling their weapon with layers and layers of sparkles. This can also work to a bullet-esque fashion, sending out bursts of glitter shards into her opponents.
4. Name: Ryouba Hashiri
Description: Sophia sends both of her spinners out at the same time, wrapping them around the opponent and tugging to deliver multiple slashes up and down their body. If glitter accompanies them, it can lodge itself around and in the wounds of her opponent.
5. Tate Sasshi
Type: Devil Fruit
Sophia rapidly lets out a cloud of glittery dust and compacts it in front of her hands, acting as a small shield. It does take a second or two to produce it, so it is unlikely that it could stop a bullet. However, it is effective against sword strikes and could easily stand up to weaker weapons. She can also swing the cloud backwards and forth, creating a paintbrush-like effect and lengthening the shield for a short period of time.
6. Attack name: Hirahira heki
Type: Devil fruit
Description: Sophia creates a burst of glitter that weaves from her arms up around her chest and to her back. A small pair of wings, similar to a dragonfly’s, sprout out and allow her short-range flight. The flight only lasts one posting turn-through (meaning she can only use it for one post at a time), before she needs another go-through of posts to recharge.
7. Attack name: Baizou Betsuni
Description: Before leaving Mirrorball, Sophia was inspired by one of the dancing routines at her club that used hula-hoop-like props. She then took her spinners in for a bit of an upgrade…By pressing a mechanism at the center, she can split the two apart and fit them together into one large ring. While not as easily maneuverable in a toss, her weapons can cover a wider area when made into the hoop, and she can perform close-range attacks more easily, with the spinners acting more like a hula-hoop or acrobatic prop.
~~~~RP Sample~~~~ “Hm…”
Sophia began to dig through the supplies that they had been able to scrounge up for their new ship. There was enough food for a while, but eventually they would need to make money again…somehow…other than that, there were a few outfits that her mother’s old friends had been able to spare, though most of them she could probably never wear, and Namaeda certainly couldn't…They always had rather vulgar taste with their line of work.“So half of this is useless, but the rest not so much,”
she said softly, tapping her chin in thought before splitting everything up into piles. “I suppose what’s next is to find some sort of treasure to keep us going...
She then turned to the food and winced as she remembered her last cooking experiment…“And a chef...before I accidentally kill Namaeda.”