𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢

name
Sofia Mei-Xia Liú
Wisdom || Bright Glow || Kíll

second name pronunciation
May-Shyah

nicknames
•Mei Mei || Family Only
Elegant

gender
cisfemale

pronouns
she/her/hers

age
23

faceclaim
Leah Lewis

sexuality
heterosexual

role
has a secret only the scientists know

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎

personality
ENTP-T || The Debater
Extraverted • Intuitive • Thinking • Prospecting • Turbulent
They tend to be bold and creative, deconstructing and rebuilding ideas with great mental agility. They pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter.
Enneagram 8 || The Challenger
Powerful • Dominating • Self-Confident • Decisive • Willful • Confrontational
Eights are self-confident, strong, and assertive. Protective, resourceful, straight-talking, and decisive, but can also be ego-centric and domineering. Eights feel they must control their environment, especially people, sometimes becoming confrontational and intimidating. Eights typically have problems with their tempers and with allowing themselves to be vulnerable.
Enneagram 8w9 || The Bear
In Growth E2 • In Stress E5
Audacious, bold, and charismatic to the last, Sofia could verbally eviscerate a man and still manage to charm her way into his bed. She's not exactly known for that reputation, but she's not above using her beauty to get her where she wants to go. Her quick wit and sharp mind designate her as the intellectual equal of any in this world.
Outspoken would be the term used by many to describe her, implying a brassy, fiercely independent attitude with little care for what others think. But Sofia has learned to hold her tongue and bide her time. When she strikes, she strikes hard, and when she chooses a battle, she wins. She may be young, but she is hardly naïve. Besides, she inherited her father's levelheadedness and her mother's passion, two traits seemingly at odds but working in concert to create a dangerous ally.
Sometimes, she can push too hard, too far, and too much, not knowing when too much is too much, which has led to more than one mistake. She has honed it, yes, but there is always more to learn, making her as polarizing as she is strong.
Highly intellectual and always hungry to learn more, she wants to engage on all levels, with everyone, in a positive discourse that will behoove all involved parties, which evidences itself through her ENTP. Her wing 9 lends her loyalty to those whom she cares about above all else, and her core 8 refuses to let any slight against those chosen people die without a fight.
In an ideal world, Sofia would lean into her ability to help others, acting in advocacy but understanding the strategy of the game, using her position to speak on others' behalf without overstepping.
But this is not the ideal world, making it much more likely for Sofia to shut down, distancing herself from the situation while freezing out anyone who might attempt to help.

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠

likes
•argumentation
One can only understand a topic when one is pushed to defend it.
•history
The past repeats itself. Best learn it now.
•sleeping
Take it while you can.
•battle strategy
Only the intellectually and physically strong survive.

dislikes
•philosophy
Nice work if you can get it, I suppose.
•romance
As if I have the time to deal with a whining male.
•fantasy
Life is difficult. Deal with it.
•extreme weather
Today's climate could be the difference between death and life.

preferred lifestyle
solo nomad

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎

backstory
Life is full of moments, and those moments lead to other moments in long series of causes and effects. These causes and effects allow humanity to live as it wills. If there is a hill that Sofia would die on—and there are quite a few—it would be this, that life cannot exist in an independent shell of itself. What she also knows is that these moments cannot exist within a vacuum, but they can indicate pivot points in the life of a person. She has lived for twenty-three years thus far, so she has five pivot moments that she can recall most vividly. These pivot points could have changed everything had they expressed themselves differently, and, though she knows that lament changes nothing, sometimes she wishes that it could.
Born on a stormy summer night of acid rain as Sofia Mei-Xia Liú only a few months after they had welcomed their first-born son, her parents had no idea what awaited them, though their mother often remarked on Sofia's impatience: she forced her way out almost a month early in premature birth, though she was certainly ready. From the moment she opened her eyes, she was a fighter. She never cried for the sake of crying. But she did cry loudly, ensuring that no one missed her needs in favor of her brother's. And her brother... Well, they shared quite a few things in childhood, and although David asserted himself once or twice, Sofia often won those silent, short-lived arguments unless their parents intervened, and they intervened quite a lot. The northeastern wasteland of once-great America is not the place to sow discord.
The first major event that Sofia can remember through her own power and not their parents' or her brother's revolves around a certain location in a certain place: their home. Unlike so many people these days, she actually remembers a home. Not a very nice home in the wreckage that surrounded them, but nice enough that they laid claim to it. Nice enough that her mother at least tried to keep it clean and sovereign. Nice enough. For no apparent reason, her father thought it a good idea to teach her siblings and her how to defend themselves through single combat—against each other. Sofia and her brother David, her sister Anna against her sister Hannah. Seven year-old Sofia thought it a brilliant idea, instantly latching onto the concept of strategy that won against brute force. Eight-year-old David thought it an awful one, devolving into tears when she ducked beneath his guard and socked him good in the jaw. Anna and Hannah, on the other hand, three and two respectively, proved altogether too young for the exercise, and when David began to cry, started sympathetic tears. What a waste, Sofia wanted to say, but their father comforted all three of them and moved onward. It was not the first nor the last glimpse of her blazing fire, and their parents prompted her into an apology to David, but her mother later took her aside and explained that passion was not bad. She just needed to find roots for it.
Sofia finally found those new roots in her second major event, when their mother taught them the history of America. She taught that knowing the past to understand the present and plan for the future were keys to unlocking a world of opportunity and foresight, two things that Sofia knew to be vital in surviving. At the end of the day, that was what this game was: to survive. If she could make it through to the next morning, she would win. That history became her ultimate weapon, and she grew almost more ravenous for it than the militant exercises their father put them through. While their family lived better off than most, she was no stranger to an empty stomach or a sleepless night of paranoia. They might not have scrounged from day-to-day as some did, but they certainly did not have it easy. Not by any means. And Sofia promised to learn as much as she could to prevent this from happening again. Where their father's lessons were harsh, practical, their mother's were sensible, practicable. She found contentment and joy in those moments, in this story. She found happiness, and she wanted to stay there forever.
But happiness, it seemed, would be elusive. Just as Sofia began to feel comfortable in her own right, blending fire with strategic restraint, their father left to find supplies in the neighboring settlement. He never returned. That was the beginning of the end for her as one by one, the rest slipped away too. Her mother, in search of her father. Then David. Then Anna and Hannah. Then Peter. Before Sofia knew it, she was alone. She wasn't the youngest, but they all slipped away until one morning it was only her. It was then that she ventured outside their home, away from it, first in search of her younger siblings who never returned, then in search of a new place in which to live: the memories of their old home were too many. Eventually, the night fell when Sofia did not return, and she knew. It was just her. Only her.
That was seven years ago. The sadness, the melancholy, is gone now, replaced by a cold resolve wherein she finds her cardinal rules.
1. Do anything to survive at the end of the day.
2. Remain aware of the environment at all times.
3. Under all circumstances, trust no one.
These are the rules of the wasteland. These are the rules that have kept her alive without a clan. These are the rules that made her who she is today. Her flame has dimmed now, hardened into battle-ready coal and blocked within ice, but even ice burns. Hers is no exception. So it was when the letter from the triumvirate found her. While Rule Three found itself very much in force, Rule One rekindled her curiosity in this, their invitation. A chance to govern, to bring order, to restore what her ancestors once had? Sofia would take it at its word. And perhaps a piece of her, small though it might be, carries with it the hope that she might find her family once more through the restoration of peace.

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎

family
Overview
Sofia learned all that she knew from her family, and then they disappeared. Though each one left without so much as a word, she never forgot them, and she holds within her heart a special place for them.
Names
•Father, age 46: Jimmy Jian He Liú
Supplant | Indefatigable | Harmonious
•Mother, age 44: Michelle Chu Cong Liú
Who is Like God | Pearl | Intelligent
•Brother, age 24: David Da Fu Liú
Beloved | Intelligent | Affluent
•Sister, age 19: Anna Quing Yuan Liú
Grace | Clear Spring | Deep Water
•Sister, age 18: Hannah Mey Fu Liú
Favor | Stunning | Lotus
•Brother, age 16: Peter Shi Tao Liú
Stone | Mankind | Long Life

𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

strengths
•originality
Nothing says first century BCE like the same old plan. No wonder plot endings are so predictable.
•charisma
What? People listen, is all.
•energetic
When I want something, I will achieve it.
•retention
Anything I see or hear, I will remember. A handy talent to have.

weaknesses
•argumentative
I suppose it's gotten in my way once or twice. But is it my fault that no one else sees it my way?
•insensitive
I guess. Can I help it if I see everyone else's flaws?
•intolerance
My way or the highway because I know my plans will work. There's no guarantee with anyone else's.
•chocolate
Hey, everyone's got an Achilles' Heel.

𝙸'𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

quotes
•Next time, I won't be so nice about it.
•What's the old quote again? 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Let me rephrase that. Hell hath no fury like a woman. We don't need scorn. We simply are.
•You're making me uncomfortable. Please leave.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗

theme songs
•Believer by Imagine Dragons
My life, my love, my drive, it came from pain
•Princesses Don't Cry by Carys
Burning like a fire, you feel it all inside, but wipe your teary eyes
•Speechless by Naomi Scott
Try to lock me in this cage, I won't just lay me down and die
•Battle Scars by Guy Sebasian (ft. Lupe Fiasco)
The wound heals but it never does

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

other interesting facts
Birthday
August 18
Leo
Fire Sign
Favorite Color
Blood Red

aesthetics