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Sophia Leigh has a minion!

Sophia's artifact comes from the Meteo

Sophia Leigh
Legacy Name: Sophia Leigh

The

Hydrus Kerubi
Owner:

Sorceress

Age: 11 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 3rd, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 3rd, 2012

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

All information on Sophia Leigh's page is in template form and has not been spell/grammar checked (nor is it properly written). The information posted here is merely a shell to get me started, and to keep ideas in my mind.

Warning: Spoilers may be included on this page!

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After the secondary dispersion of her energy and supposed life force, Sophia had been presumed dead by Lara Croft- despite her fate previously not being sealed during their first encounter. Miss Croft's judgement was proven to be wrong once more, however, for just hours after her defeat within the Catacombs of Paris, Sophia's left over energy was to be seen accumulating once more. It started with nothing more than a green flicker, that was akin to a spark escaping from an open fireplace (despite there being not a single flame in sight within the blustery space), which hailed in the same rich emerald colour as her secondary artifact, 'The Hand of Rathmore'. With an eerie, luminescent glow slowly coming into view and radiating around the cold rock where she fell, Sophia's body gradually began to take form and shape again from where it had exploded into a wave of pure energy. At first the outline was faint, ghostly almost - even with its emerald tinge, yet slowly, as the the remnants of her artifact empowered spirit began to gather and piece itself together once more, the woman became more and more visible and solid. Her hands were still placed in the dirt, as they had been when she had collapsed to her knees, although it didn't stop their ethereal, transparent appearance from becoming less and less faded as time went on. Her silhouette was frozen as her body underwent the transformation from scattered particles to solid flesh and bone, although it wasn't long before her well-manicured nails began to claw at the rock as her fingertips found the power to flex and move again.

When the fleshy colour and texture had returned to the entirety of herself, Sophia finally opened her dark green eyes. They were glazed and focus was absent from them initially, making it seem as if she had just awoken from a long, much-needed sleep rather than her secondary demise. Surprisingly, everything that had been upon her at her time of her supposed 'death' had also returned fully intact (albeit with a fiendish green glow, as her body coursed with both of the energies it had been subjected to). Everything from the cosmetic queens clothing to her jewelry had been replaced, pristine and unmarked, just like it had been before the unfortunate duel with Miss Croft. It seemed that everything upon the woman or in her grasp was blessed with the seemingly eternal protection of the meteorite artifact, as long as its power still coursed through her veins. Sophia had been wielding the hand of Isis for quite some time, so it came as no surprise that she still had some of its energy left within her- despite Lara having taken it during their scrap in London's building tops. What was surprising however, was the fact that the Hand of Rathmore's power had clung so closely to her body and granted her life again- especially when she had only had the scepter itself for a small period of time, which was far shorter than the time she had been using the Eye of Isis.

With her unsteady knees and weakened body trembling as she pulled herself from off of the floor, Sophia found herself seeking the support of a neighboring rock formation not long after her poor attempts to walk. Her legs were like jelly and in all honesty, she wasn't really with it yet- nor had she come to terms with what had happened just hours before her reawakening. Her anger would be inconsolable when she finally realized that Lara had managed to slip away with 'her' precious, life-giving, beauty maintaining artifact once more, so it was probably a good thing that most of her underground workers had been gunned down in the conflict (after all, not many had survived the diva-ish attitude of Miss Leigh when she was enraged). With one shaky hand raising to rub at her forehead and eyes, the haughty beauty queen began to regain more consciousness and control over her jittery actions. "The artifactâ€¦" she mumbled to herself, whilst sliding down the wall and back to the ground- so that she could scrabble upon the rock in search of her precious scepter.

Her delicate hands plunged deep into the rubble, moss and dirt time and time again, as she slipped her dainty wrist past the sharp cracks between the uneven rock surfaces. She remembered the battle and how she had once more attempted to overthrow Lara and elude her within the maze-like catacombs. Unfortunately, Sophia's use of tactics and the environment around had once more failed, no matter how clever she had been, for Miss Croft's own wits had triumphed. "Noâ€¦" she hissed to herself as her teeth gritted together. Her searching and weaving between the rock became more and more frantic, her fingers slipped upon the damp moss a couple of times, causing the sharp edges to catch and snag at her soft skin. She sneered and inhaled sharply to the pain, yet compared to what she had previously been through in her duels with Lara, a gash from a rock was nothing. It was only when the grim realization of her staff no longer being in her possession hit her, that Sophia withdrew her hand and slammed it down with the other palm upon the rock in front of her- out of pure and complete frustration. She screamed as she did so, blowing off some of her pent up anger and losing her classy lady-like image as she done so. Between slow and heavy breaths, Sophia glanced between both of her bloodied hands- although the sight didn't phase her, nor did the sharp, stinging pain or chill of the rock beneath them. All she could think of was how Lara had her precious artifact and possibly the Hand of Isis too, which had also been hers. She needed to get them back, both, if possible. She couldn't bare being without the protection and power they bought her and she couldn't bare not bolstering her companies already renown work. After all, the Hand of Isis had made her business boom- thanks to the 'immortal beauty and life' serums she had produced from the power of the the artifact (even if she had secretly kept all of the best results for herself and spent years ruthlessly testing on innocent, human lives. She paid well, initially, before the individuals realized what their fate entailed. No amount of money would ever be enough for what her subjects were condemned to).

In a bid to both compose and strengthen herself, Sophia took in a single, lengthy inhale, whilst her trembling body once more moved back and sought both comfort and support from the neighboring stone wall. She held her breath for a moment, keeping the oxygen captive in her lungs as she closed her eyes and desperately attempted to find calm within herself. It was in that moment that she could truly feel the bitter nip of catacomb's icy air, that rolled in from the night skies in bone-chilling drafts through any open passage or little crack. The temperature down there was reminiscent of a terrible winter and the cosmetics queen could feel it more no than ever, without the protection of scepter and the fury of her boiling blood. With her teeth begging to chatter and body starting to shiver, Sophia begrudgingly released the breath of air she had been holding hostage. Her eyes had opened again too, as her bloodied hands began to claw and scrape at the rock behind her, in an attempt to haul her weakened self from the ground. She could smell iron, the scent of blood, amongst the unpleasant, damp odor emitting from the moss, although it didn't deter her. If anything, it gave the haughty woman idea's of rummaging through the corpses of her fallen comrades- in search of anything that might assist her in her escape. Ideally, she wanted to find a set of keys to one of the trucks or boat outside, that and the detonator to blow the evidence of her illegal activities sky high. As always, Sophia had ordered for the place to be rigged, so that she could remove all traces of her involvement from both law and Lara alike. She had always been good at covering her tracks and cruel experiments (to some extent, at least), something which had always given her the upper hand until she had ran in to Miss Croft. She had gone almost two hundred years without being under any real suspicion, despite all the lives she had ruined and taken.

Sophia pulled her body along the rock, guided in the dim light by its sharp and uneven surface. Occasionally, she would slip or stumble, thanks to her rather inadequate choice of footwear (a pair of extraordinarily high and thin heels, to be exact), which would make her snarl in turn. Her attire and soft skin also occasionally broke or snagged when she got too close to pointy edges, or as she sought too greater support during her falls. The once grand fabric of her designer jacket had all but been turned into rags and ribbons by the time she had made it down from the large formation of rock she had been residing upon, although she couldn't say she had noticed- thanks to the poor lighting. Sophia honestly only had one thing in mind during that moment in time and that was to get herself out of the catacombs and back to London, where she could at least vanish into the comfort of her office and lay low from Lara. She had done it once before, whilst preparing to go to France, so she figured it was possible to do again- especially when Miss Croft would probably be preoccupied. That was not to say that Sophia would not be on her guard. She would be more vigilant than ever, especially without either of her precious artifacts. She may of been down, but she most certainly wasn't out and she would see to it that she would get both the Hand of Rathmore and the Eye of Isis back from Lara, one way or another.

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You were married to her, why would I know where she is? Also, please tell your 'darling' little boy to keep his sticky fingers off of my aquarium- the fish hate it when someone taps on the glass and I hate it even more when someone leaves fingerprints behind. *Sneer*

I told you, my business is multinational now- check my records all you please. My products are demanded by women all over the globe, that is the pure and simple truth- sorry for being so successful. I wasn't aware that it was considered suspicious or a crime to branch out and help those further ashore. That is that and there is nothing more to say. Now, if you don't mind, I am going to have to ask you to leave- I am a very busy woman and I have other things to be getting on with, outside of pandering to your absurd accusations. Close the door on the way out and be sure to not let it hit you. *Sarcastic smile*

And what exactly do you bring to this business, might I ask? We have enough money and you are certainly no pretty face to be used for our merchandising. Let me make one thing clear, Mr. Stark- just because you are Natla's little pet at the moment, does not mean you are mine- understood? Stay away from me and we are bound to get along just fine.

I may be working with you and even for you, to some extent, but let me make something clear- you are not my boss. Don't take liberties with me, I am no lapdog and I am certainly not foolish. I'll complete my half of the deal, as long as you stick to yours.