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[*]Sophia Kittredge
[*]Sophie
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[color=FAB2AE][b]D [u]A T E   O F   B I R T[/u] H[/b][/color]
[indent]September 13, 1998. Almost legally an adult, but that doesn't matter anymore, does it?[/indent]

[color=FAB2AE][b]A [u]P P E A R A N C[/u] E[/b][/color]
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Sophie is slim and slight and a lot stronger than she looks. A life dedicated to ballet meant a strict, restrictive diet and daily lessons that knock her out from exhaustion each night. Calluses and bruises decorate her feet, and she has become so used to pain that she can never tell how serious her injuries really are. Other than the purple badges, her skin is unblemished.

Over the years, she has learned that people see her as unapproachable, not that she has ever minded. They think her high maintenance, because her hair is set in meticulous curls and not a golden strand is ever out of place. Snobbish, because she carries herself with an almost regal bearing, head held high and icy blue eyes appraising. A bitch, because her smiles are rare and her laughter even more so. 

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[color=FAB2AE][b]S [u]K I L L[/u] S[/b][/color]
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[*] Ballet is as physically demanding and strenuous as it gets. Being a ballerina doesn't just mean she can twirl prettily and lift her legs high. She's agile and well-coordinated, strong enough to propel herself across the stage in one graceful leap. These skills are transferable. Probably.
[*] Once Sophie commits to something, she is relentless in her endeavors. Eleven straight hours of training, six times a week over the course of summer and winter breaks--Sophie's had plenty of practice pushing herself to her breaking point and picking herself up after. That's good enough preparation for the end of the world, right?
[*] Perhaps the most important thing she's learned is to maintain grace under pressure. Sophie can channel stress and anxiety into more productive outlets; fear and worry don't paralyze her, they push her forward instead.
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[color=FAB2AE][b]W [u]E A K N E S S E[/u] S[/b][/color]
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[*] Ruled by her emotions, even though she denies it. Sophie thinks she's detached, that she can keep a cool head and do the logical thing when the situation calls for it, but it's quite the opposite. She cares too much, cares too deeply.
[*] The perfectionist in her, the one that struggled to win her parents' approval all these years, is obstinate still. Can't make mistakes, can't show weakness. Sophie finds it almost impossible to ask for help, even in the face of an actual apocalypse.
[*] Sophie has walls as tall as the Hancock because the people who slip in are people she will die for, or worse. She actually gets lonely very easily, but being lonely is a lot easier than having someone and then losing them.
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[color=FAB2AE][b]P [u]O S S E S I O N[/u] S[/b][/color]
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[*] A change of clothes
[*] Duct tape
[*] Cheap Swiss army knife
[*] Water bottle
[*] First aid kit
[*] Crowbar
[*] Battery-powered shower radio, plus the USB filled with songs plugged into it
[*] Wallet
[*] Notebook for history class
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[color=FAB2AE][b]H [u]I S T O R[/u] Y[/b][/color]
[indent]Her whole life is planned for her the moment she stands on her toes and twirls, mimicking the video of her mother in her prima days. Sophie turns six and she is shipped hundred of miles away to a boarding school that is conveniently across Boston Ballet School. It takes a while, but it becomes home. The next eleven years of her life passes by in a haze of pirouettes and aching muscles and sweat and tears. She sees her parents only on holidays and performances in which she is soloist.

It takes a week to derail a decade of routine, to turn the world upside down. The school has been on lockdown ever since half the student body came down with some sort of flu. Classes are postponed and there is nothing to do but dance in her room. More and more students come down with the strange virus, but Sophie is fine and her best friend is fine and that's all she cares about. She keeps dancing because it is the only normal thing left.

When the news stop calling it a flu pandemic, mass hysteria erupts in the wake of rumors of dead men walking. Sophie is almost unperturbed--it hasn't sunk in, not yet. She doesn't join in the panic that consumes the school, every other student racing to go home where they think it's safe, and she doesn't fall into despair like those faint of heart, already weeping and all too quick to declare futility. It doesn't occur to her to call her own parents. Instead, she checks on her best friend and her poor little brother, his innocent weekend visit becoming month-long as the lockdown persists and worsens.

Reality hits when her best friend coughs. Just once, but they both know it's the beginning and they think they know how it ends. They don't tell anyone, especially her easily-frightened brother. The lockdown in the school never gets lifted but the students that are quarantined have been making strange noises, moaning and groaning and banging against the walls, and Sophie knows it's time to go. She packs whatever she can fit in her backpack, grabs Jenna and her brother Will and runs.

Her teacher, [i]him[/i] of all people, finds them running from a small group of those people—the sick, the infected, the undead… whatever they are—and guides them to the church just a mile away. The military is there, guarding the perimeter, and Sophie doesn't know whether she feels safer or more frightened. Some people in uniforms ask them questions and search their backpacks before they are allowed inside the church. They notice Jenna coughing and escorts her to their makeshift infirmary, but they promise she'll be back after a quick examination. Sophie forgoes the pews and sits by the door they escorted Jenna out of, Will never out of her sight as they wait.

Her whole life was planned for her the moment she stood on her toes and twirled, mimicking the video of her mother in her prima days, but there were no contingencies for the end of the world.

What is she supposed to do now?
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[color=FAB2AE][b]R [u]E L A T I O N S H I P[/u] S[/b][/color]
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[h3]Will Mason[/h3]
Her best friend's little brother; the only family she has left. Eleven-year-old Will visited Jenna four weeks ago, and the three of them were supposed to go to Six Flags in New England. The school was put in lockdown right after he arrived, and he's been stuck with them ever since.

Touch Will and Sophie can show you how hard a ballerina can kick.
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[h3]Peter Gilliam [/h3]
A teacher at her boarding school that is particularly fond of her. [i]Used [/i]to be her favorite teacher, but things happened. Peter was the one who brought Sophie and the others to The Church of Advent, and he has taken it upon himself to watch over them.

Sophie hates that she finds solace in his presence, but they need him for now, until she finds her bearings and kick-starts her brain into forming coherent thoughts.
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