Character name: Sophia Inks Canon: OC Canon point: A few months after opening her coffee shop Powers, if any: Sphinxes have their own magic; asking a riddle and the human’s acceptance of the riddle game creates a magical contract of sorts, with the stakes being the human’s life. Sophia’s game is far lower-key; she asks trivia, and if the human can’t answer it, they have to give her something. This is how come she can afford to eat as much as she does; mostly, she doesn’t pay for her own food. (She does tip the delivery personnel, though. I mean, she’s a monster, but she’s not a monster.) If her question is answered correctly and the human bests her in a trivia back-and-forth, The Devil Went Down To Georgia-style, she owes them a favor. Sometimes, that favor is actually paying for her food. And woe betide anyone who tries to cheat a sphinx. Just saying. She can gib a human in ten seconds flat.
Application letter: Hello!
Wow, I never thought running a business could be so exhausting. Like, how do people stand it? Let alone have time for hobbies. Or a second job as a paranormal investigator. Which, considering that one of our members is a ghost, that's some supreme paranormality right there. (Is that a word? It is now.) I'm barely getting any sleep, which, you know, is a dang prerequisite for someone like me. I'm part cat! I need to sleep! And I gotta eat, too...it's bad for business when you eat all your pastries, but I can't really help it! Sheesh, I'm barely keeping my head above water because I can't stop eating the stock.
This place sounds nice, though. Really nice! And it's not like I'm a stranger to the pastoral life, so it'd be like coming home for a little while. I mean, my fam runs a unicorn ranch/preserve out in the country. Basically, there ain't no better farmhand than me. I can ranch with the best of 'em. I love city life, but sometimes I get a bit homesick, y'know? And I've always wanted to go to Scandinavia. It looks so pretty there. I mean, I'll have to wear a coat, probably, but I'll put up with that for some time off. It'd be great for me to not have to worry about business stuff. I'll miss my friends, but if I really am blinking back in at the moment I left, they won't have any time to miss me! And maybe I'll make some new friends, too. Can't ever have enough friends.
Uh, but if I get here...I think I'm gonna need to make a little plushie-and-blanket nest for myself. Sleeping on a bed hurts my wings and all. If that's a deal-breaker, well, I tried.
Sophia Inks | OC
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Character name: Sophia Inks
Canon: OC
Canon point: A few months after opening her coffee shop
Powers, if any: Sphinxes have their own magic; asking a riddle and the human’s acceptance of the riddle game creates a magical contract of sorts, with the stakes being the human’s life. Sophia’s game is far lower-key; she asks trivia, and if the human can’t answer it, they have to give her something. This is how come she can afford to eat as much as she does; mostly, she doesn’t pay for her own food. (She does tip the delivery personnel, though. I mean, she’s a monster, but she’s not a monster.) If her question is answered correctly and the human bests her in a trivia back-and-forth, The Devil Went Down To Georgia-style, she owes them a favor. Sometimes, that favor is actually paying for her food. And woe betide anyone who tries to cheat a sphinx. Just saying. She can gib a human in ten seconds flat.
Application letter: Hello!
Wow, I never thought running a business could be so exhausting. Like, how do people stand it? Let alone have time for hobbies. Or a second job as a paranormal investigator. Which, considering that one of our members is a ghost, that's some supreme paranormality right there. (Is that a word? It is now.) I'm barely getting any sleep, which, you know, is a dang prerequisite for someone like me. I'm part cat! I need to sleep! And I gotta eat, too...it's bad for business when you eat all your pastries, but I can't really help it! Sheesh, I'm barely keeping my head above water because I can't stop eating the stock.
This place sounds nice, though. Really nice! And it's not like I'm a stranger to the pastoral life, so it'd be like coming home for a little while. I mean, my fam runs a unicorn ranch/preserve out in the country. Basically, there ain't no better farmhand than me. I can ranch with the best of 'em. I love city life, but sometimes I get a bit homesick, y'know? And I've always wanted to go to Scandinavia. It looks so pretty there. I mean, I'll have to wear a coat, probably, but I'll put up with that for some time off. It'd be great for me to not have to worry about business stuff. I'll miss my friends, but if I really am blinking back in at the moment I left, they won't have any time to miss me! And maybe I'll make some new friends, too. Can't ever have enough friends.
Uh, but if I get here...I think I'm gonna need to make a little plushie-and-blanket nest for myself. Sleeping on a bed hurts my wings and all. If that's a deal-breaker, well, I tried.