Born as Sofia Al-Azwar, she was the daughter of a fierce tribal leader and an unparalleled warrior in her own right. Her prowess on the battlefield and her unwavering sense of justice caught the eye of the Norse gods, who were ever watchful for mortal souls of extraordinary valor. During a brutal skirmish against invaders threatening her people, Sofia’s bravery and strategic brilliance led her to a heroic death, one that echoed through the realms of the gods.
Odin himself descended from Asgard to offer Sofia a choice: remain in the afterlife of her people or rise as a Valkyrie, an immortal warrior serving the gods and guiding fallen heroes to Valhalla. Driven by her unyielding spirit and thirst for justice, Sofia accepted the divine offer. She was transformed into a Valkyrie, her mortal form enhanced with divine strength, agility, and the power to traverse realms.
As a Valkyrie serving the High Table, Sofia embodies the epitome of divine warriorhood. Enhanced by the blessings of Odin and the Norse gods, Sofia’s transformation into a Valkyrie bestowed upon her not only enhanced physical prowess but also a profound connection to the ethereal realms.
🌞 ⋆ 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠
Enhanced Physicality: Sofia boasts superhuman strength, speed, and agility, surpassing mortal limits.
Divine Insight: She possesses supernatural intuition and understanding of the balance between life and death.
Realm Traversal: Sofia can navigate between mortal and ethereal realms, accessing divine resources.
Divine Weaponry: Armed with weapons forged by gods, she wields lethal, mystical arms.
Immortality: Sofia is ageless and nearly invulnerable, granting her eternal life on her quest for justice.
Guidance of Souls: Sofia guides fallen heroes to Valhalla, honoring them with dignity and respect.
“Sorry…contract?” Sofia picks up her phone inside of her humble abode as she listens to Georgias panicked tone, mentioning a contract to John?
“Shit…” she thought. She’s been so caught up with Berrada, she hadn’t seen any alerts of new contracts from the high table — hoping that she wouldn’t have to deal with anymore killing.
“Yeah, that radio lady, Wuxia or whatever, said there’s a contract out on John. Damn it, I’m all the way in Louisiana”
*Georgia sounds like she’s about to cry*
“W-what do you think he, what do you think he did, Miss Sofia? Daddy ain’t answerin’ my calls and Asriel’s boys don’t have any connections with the city mobs, they’re all moonshiners and similar.”
Sofia knew there was something wrong, everything was changing quickly and now suddenly John is on the run? Along with that, the woman had recently acquired a “reawakening” with her true form as a Valkyrie…
“Please Georgia don’t worry…I’m sure there’s a cause to all of this,” She tried to reassure from the other side of the phone, already trying to get ready to take off from Morocco.
She hasn’t been keeping up with both the adjudicator and Wuxia radio, so she needed any new information she could get from Georgia.
“Tell me everything thats happened, there’s been a change but I don’t know how it came to be,” She says, urgent, and referring to this “magical emergency,”
☕️📞🐦⬛. so sorry I suddenly left and haven’t been active so much on both this blog and @sofiaalazwar , i just needed a break for a few days but I should be more active from now on, my notifications are off since im always on dnd, they will stay like that because of work 🤍 but I will be checking them more often, feel free to talk/start any roleplays!
“Sorry…contract?” Sofia picks up her phone inside of her humble abode as she listens to Georgias panicked tone, mentioning a contract to John?
“Shit…” she thought. She’s been so caught up with Berrada, she hadn’t seen any alerts of new contracts from the high table — hoping that she wouldn’t have to deal with anymore killing.
Hello, Ms. Al-Azwar. This is @shimazu-akira speaking. How is Casablanca doing?
“Shimazu Akira! I don’t think we’ve met yet,”
“Things are, okay here. Ever since John left Berrada has been on my tail, he has eyes everywhere. Being the Casablanca continental manager does give me some control, but I have to be careful.”
"He's been stirring up trouble again, trying to expand his territory. I've been keeping an eye on him, but it's getting dicey."
Nationality: American, Moroccan, lives in Casablanca, Morocco.
Age: 48, born August 14th
Gender: female
Occupations and affiliations: Manager of Casablanca Continental and formerly professional assassin.
Status: Alive
Sexuality: Bisexual
Actor: Halle Berry
┈ ⟡ ( 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠𝚑𝑖𝑝𝑠 ) !
Only canon-character relationships.
un-named daughter
John Wick: Friend/Colleague
Julius: fellow manager
Winston Scott: fellow manager
Koji Shimazu: (deceased) fellow manager.
dogs names: lerna & orthrus
┈ ⟡ ( 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 ) !
Firm and watchful, Sofia, now managing the Casablanca Continental, brooks no nonsense. Her rise to power has been costly, leaving her with only her resolute spirit and her loyal combat-ready dogs to rely on. When excommunicado John Wick arrives to redeem his Marker, Sofia's frustration is evident, as his presence jeopardizes her carefully maintained control.
Despite the risks, she feels compelled to honor the Marker, fearing for her daughter's safety. Sofia's fierce devotion to her dogs is clear when she adamantly refuses to part with them, a stance that leads to a violent confrontation against those who threaten them.
dislikes. betrayal, threats to her freedom, disrespect
┈ ⟡ ( 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 ) !
what happened after John left Morocco?
Following the intense confrontation between Sofia and Berrada, tensions in Morocco reached a boiling point. Berrada, infuriated by Sofia’s defiance and John Wick’s interference, sought retribution with relentless fervor. As John departed Morocco, leaving behind a trail of chaos and unfinished business, Berrada’s thirst for vengeance only intensified.
Driven by his wounded pride and desire for dominance, Berrada launched a ruthless campaign to assert his authority and reclaim his lost honor. His vendetta against Sofia escalated into a brutal power struggle, engulfing the streets of Morocco in a deadly game of cat and mouse.
Sofia still has her position as manager of the Casablanca Continental but has been kept on a close watch after John’s departure.
[She’s basically John’s little sister, for lack of better phrasing. You can decide if Sofia knows her or knows of her. She’s kinda the “Alice” to John’s “Mad Hatter”, so she IS known about just maybe not in person as much. The common info about her is that she’s Winston’s kid, bio or not is not confirmed, she runs The Hallowed Lodge in Louisiana, a rural version of The Continental, she’s just known to be very friendly and sweet, if not a little feral. Her name is Georgia Scott, 24 years old]
“Bonjour, Madame Sofia! John was over there a little while ago, right? How is everything?”
- @alice-of-hightable
Sofia is with her dogs, glancing up at the young woman before her as she finishes talking with some clients inside of the Casablanca continental, now welcoming the stranger.
“You must be…Alice, am I right?” Her dogs follow her as she stands infront of Alice, her hands behind her back, clasped together, amused that she mentioned John—he must’ve been talking about his recent visit.
The bells on her skirt clang against each other, making a small but pleasant ringing sound that is audible throughout her movements.
“Call me Gigi. Most of my friends do, and any friend of John’s is a friend of mine.”
*her cane clicks against the ground as she walks*
“You have beautiful dogs. I love animals. Got a small murder of crows that stay with me wherever I go. Just fed ‘em, gave ‘em attention, shelter, they’ll do anything for me, now.”
*Gigi kneels to the dogs’ level, intentionally lowering her eyes as to seem less threatening, the first thing she learned when dealing with animals, wild, feral, or domestic*
She clicks her tongue, chuckling softly. She only knew this young woman as John’s “Alice,” her name never revealed until now, perhaps for safety?
“So, John does have friends,” She teased, a small smirk in the corner of her lips as she watches Georgia start to pet her dogs, and in surprise, they actually accept her caring hand.
She noticed her accent, quite unfamiliar to her. “Where are you from?”
“Grew up around Arkansas, Kentucky, and Louisiana more than New York. And followed John around practically since I could walk. My accent gets kinda all over da place, sha.”
*she shrugs, giving each dog plenty of ear scratches and pats*
“Love critters. Always so neat what you can learn from ‘em. Got three alligators back home, trained ‘em since they was just hatched. Still gotta be careful, but they excellent livin’ stretchers and things. Good security, too”
*Gigi chuckles, standing, struggling just a little and leaning on her cane to stay steady*
Sofia takes the time to acknowledge how kind she was with her dogs, and how both of them returned it, and was also amused with the way she nonchalantly just addressed how she had alligators as pets.
“Gators? Impressive,” She raises her eyebrows and leans down to give each dog a stroke between their ears as well.
“Anyways, what brings you here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her dogs at her heels, sitting down accordingly.
*Georgia shrugs, the same gleam in her eye as Winston when thinking about things*
“Nothing important. Just my habit of following John around, that’s all. Well, there was a really good crop this year at the lodge, and some good batches of whiskey and wine. Since Jardani seems to think very highly of you, I thought I would like to meet you…as well as offer a gift for assisting him. Just some samples of the Louisiana grown and brewed treats we make as a secondary service at the lodge.”
*Georgia, referring to John by his real name, takes two small, half-pint bottles, one of rice whiskey and one of muscadine wine, from inside her bag, as well as a small box of various ground herbs*
“You didn’t have to honor the marker. You could have just put him down and been done with it…but you didn’t. All of these lovely treats, including the truffles, were cultivated on my land. Near the Atchafalaya Basin in Louisiana. I would have brought food, but we both know that doesn’t travel well. Every grain of rice, every muscadine, mint, truffle, lavender, rosemary, magnolia, and marshmallow plant, all from my own harvest.”
Sofia undoes her arms, listening to every word that Georgia says as she mentions John, and how she addressed him by his name, something she didn’t even do (or perhaps she was just lazy to ever do so…)
When she gazes at the young woman, she notices she had the same mannerism as Winston. She chuckles at the mention of the “marker,” something she helped John with some time ago.
“It was for my daughter,” She sighs, trying to hide the fact that under that tough exterior there was a softness for her friends, so it wasn’t really entirely about her daughter, wherever she is.
“Gifts?” She peers down as Georgia shuffled to grab something from her bag, noticing the delicacies presented before her.
“Thank you” She mutters, with a mix of gratitude and assertiveness, with a straightforward manner with a touch of intensity reflecting her confident and capable demeanor. She was quite impressed with Georgias work.
“Dad would drink that muscadine wine for every occasion if I’d let him. Just warnin’ ya, it’s a little dangerous. Doesn’t taste near as potent as it is. Got a sweet, slightly smokey flavor goin’ for it.”
*Georgia chuckles as she explains and elaborates on each treat*
“Rice whiskey is a bit sweeter than regular wheat or barley whiskey, got a slight coconut flavor there. Decent substitute for coconut rum in a pinch.”
“And the ground and dried herbs and spices were all grown by me. The dried magnolia is good for tea, has a slight ginger flavor, so I have used it as a garnish before. Then got some white truffle, cayenne, mints of various varieties, chocolate mint being my favorite, and some hibiscus, lavender, marshmallow blossom, marshmallow root, and some rosemary salt.”
*Georgia seems quite pleased with herself, mostly because she’s just happy about the good harvest*
Sofia takes the time to listen to everything Georgia says, addressing each gift she has for sofia. She’s surprised that just because John thought of highly of her, someone would follow his words just like that.
She must trust him a lot, she thought to herself.
She express how impressed she was with a subtle smirk and a raised eyebrow, accompanied by a short, confident chuckle. Her tone carried a hint of amusement with a slight edge, as she delivers a line, “Well, isn’t that amusing,” She addressed with a touch of sarcasm.
She really was, amused with Georgia going all out.
“You really didn’t need to do all of this, but I appreciate it, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything,”
*Georgia shrugs before her swampy brown eyes seem to stare directly into Sofia’s soul*
“You’re one of the reasons my big brother is still alive. Most of the others who helped him are dead, Madame Sofia. Can’t blame me for bein’ grateful, ya?”
*Georgia unconsciously rubs the saint medallions around her neck, one being the medal for Asriel, angel of grief and mourning and peaceful death, name meaning “God is my help”. The other noticeable one is St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. The last one is Ariel, angel of the wilderness and magic, name meaning “Lion of God”*
“Please, just call me sofia,” Sofia chuckled softly, adjusting her jaw as Georgia makes her reminisce how she helped John out despite the danger of getting killed off.
She looks to the medallions on her neck, noticing the various symbols displayed, intrigued and curious as she raises her eyebrows and smiles at the girl.
“Asriel, one of the three angels of death. They are often associated with grief and mourning and more with peaceful death. One of my spirit guides.”
“St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. My name quite literally translates to “earth-worker” or “farmer”, and apparently Mama Charon had a prayer calendar, and the day we figured out as my birthday, had the farmer’s prayer on it.”
“And Ariel, angel of wilderness and sometimes called the angel of magic. Also one of the few angels depicted more in the feminine androgyny instead of masculine. As a folk practitioner in my own right, it’s wise to appeal to them for guidance and protection.”
*Georgia carefully explains each one, as these symbols are very important to her practice*
“I keep another one in the back of my necklace. Raphael, for medicine. It was Iosef’s. I have it on my back because I turned my back on the young man who depended on me. We all know that damn near nothin’ stops John when he’s got skin in the game. I still can’t believe Iosef did that mess. Was makin’ progress with his mess and everything”
*Georgia mutters about Iosef, her former charge and practically adopted son. I mean, Viggo certainly didn’t want the kid*
Sofia listened carefully, intrigued that Georgia carried so many medallions and that she was able to decipher each one to her, as if her harvesting abilities wasn’t already enough to make Sofia impressed.
After she introduced her to her different symbols, Georgia mentioned “Iosef,” and going back to her memory, the whole ‘war’ John was involved with started with that young man.
“Iosef? Iosef Tarasov?” She cocked her head back, confused.
“Yeah. I, I took John’s place with the Tarasov’s so Viggo didn’t have an excuse to bring him back out of retirement. John had no clue about it. I was taking care of Iosef instead, since his father was so…pathetic. *georgia practically spits the word, her disgust with Viggo perfectly plain* Took him hunting with me and basically did everything I could to give him something away from his father. I still don’t know what got in that boy’s head to do what he did. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
*Georgia gets the same look John would get whenever he thought of her, that same expression when he would worry about her*
Sofia crossed her arms and narrows her eyebrows, surprised that Georgia actually was courageous enough to take care of that kid under Viggo, who she knew was a complete prick.
She acknowledges Georgia’s actions with a nod of respect, especially since the girl was just so young.
“Sounds like you did what needed to be done. Protecting family, even if it’s not your own blood, takes courage. John’s lucky to have you watching his back.” Her tone was firm yet compassionate, echoing her own experiences of loyalty and sacrifice.
*Georgia’s eyes get that slightly feral look, something more uniquely hers, but slightly reminiscent of the Marquis, which would make sense as they are, um, maybe friends? They haven’t murdered each other or attempted it, so it counts*
“Yeah, and I almost lost both of them in the same damned night. If Viggo had actually bothered taking care of his own kid, I wouldn’t have had to start at basically square one with him! I was more of a parent to him than Viggo was. Damned couyan. Even if your young’un had fucked up as bad as Iosef, it would still tear you up to see them shakin’ like a leaf and begging for help, but you couldn’t do nothin’.”
*Georgia tries keeping her voice level, but it’s hard. She looks at Sofia, a weariness on her face that is unexpected for her age*
“I sorry, sha. I shouldn’t be unloadin’ on you like that. I should probably be headin’ out an’ gettin’ outta your hair”
Sofia observed Georgia's shift in demeanor, noting the flicker of something wild in her eyes, a trait perhaps inherited from her lineage. She listened intently, recognizing the weight of responsibility and the pain of almost losing loved ones. As Georgia spoke, Sofia's expression softened, understanding the depth of her anguish.
With a sympathetic nod, Sofia reached out a hand, gently resting it on Georgia's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity.
"No need to apologize, Georgia. We're all in this together," she said softly, her voice carrying reassurance.
"Sometimes, it helps to share the burden. And you're not alone in this. If you need anything, I'm here." Her tone was genuine, reflecting her own experiences of navigating the complexities of loyalty and sacrifice in their dangerous world.
*Georgia looks at the older woman, feeling calmer*
“Jardani was hurting so bad. I, I wish I could have done something more. Yeah, I know Iosef was a little shit, trust me, I took care of him. But I was the closest thing to a parent he had. Almost makes me wish I had taken Viggo out the second I was released to manage the Lodge full-time. But, I at least still have Jardani. All I could have hoped out of that entire situation”
*Georgia sighs, running a hand through her hair, having only really had Miss Addy and the other lady bartenders at The Continental in NYC to talk to much when it came to interacting with other women*
“You’re not alone in that feeling, Georgia,” Sofia said, her voice carrying a quiet empathy. “In our line of work, we often find ourselves playing roles we never expected. But you did what was necessary, and that’s what matters.”
“Jardani’s fortunate to have someone like you watching his back,” she continued, her tone reflecting genuine admiration. “
Sofia gives the girl a warm smile, glad that even when she is following John atleast she was safe, Georgia was so young and John was almost in danger everywhere he went.
Her eyes perked towards the windows, her dogs ears doing the same as they hear the persistent tapping of what seems like a birds beak.
“Fascinating,” She replied, looking over at the crow as its head turned.
“Thank you for the gifts, I won’t keep you here longer than you should,” She teased, not wanting to take up her time.
[She’s basically John’s little sister, for lack of better phrasing. You can decide if Sofia knows her or knows of her. She’s kinda the “Alice” to John’s “Mad Hatter”, so she IS known about just maybe not in person as much. The common info about her is that she’s Winston’s kid, bio or not is not confirmed, she runs The Hallowed Lodge in Louisiana, a rural version of The Continental, she’s just known to be very friendly and sweet, if not a little feral. Her name is Georgia Scott, 24 years old]
“Bonjour, Madame Sofia! John was over there a little while ago, right? How is everything?”
- @alice-of-hightable
Sofia is with her dogs, glancing up at the young woman before her as she finishes talking with some clients inside of the Casablanca continental, now welcoming the stranger.
“You must be…Alice, am I right?” Her dogs follow her as she stands infront of Alice, her hands behind her back, clasped together, amused that she mentioned John—he must’ve been talking about his recent visit.
The bells on her skirt clang against each other, making a small but pleasant ringing sound that is audible throughout her movements.
“Call me Gigi. Most of my friends do, and any friend of John’s is a friend of mine.”
*her cane clicks against the ground as she walks*
“You have beautiful dogs. I love animals. Got a small murder of crows that stay with me wherever I go. Just fed ‘em, gave ‘em attention, shelter, they’ll do anything for me, now.”
*Gigi kneels to the dogs’ level, intentionally lowering her eyes as to seem less threatening, the first thing she learned when dealing with animals, wild, feral, or domestic*
She clicks her tongue, chuckling softly. She only knew this young woman as John’s “Alice,” her name never revealed until now, perhaps for safety?
“So, John does have friends,” She teased, a small smirk in the corner of her lips as she watches Georgia start to pet her dogs, and in surprise, they actually accept her caring hand.
She noticed her accent, quite unfamiliar to her. “Where are you from?”
“Grew up around Arkansas, Kentucky, and Louisiana more than New York. And followed John around practically since I could walk. My accent gets kinda all over da place, sha.”
*she shrugs, giving each dog plenty of ear scratches and pats*
“Love critters. Always so neat what you can learn from ‘em. Got three alligators back home, trained ‘em since they was just hatched. Still gotta be careful, but they excellent livin’ stretchers and things. Good security, too”
*Gigi chuckles, standing, struggling just a little and leaning on her cane to stay steady*
Sofia takes the time to acknowledge how kind she was with her dogs, and how both of them returned it, and was also amused with the way she nonchalantly just addressed how she had alligators as pets.
“Gators? Impressive,” She raises her eyebrows and leans down to give each dog a stroke between their ears as well.
“Anyways, what brings you here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her dogs at her heels, sitting down accordingly.
*Georgia shrugs, the same gleam in her eye as Winston when thinking about things*
“Nothing important. Just my habit of following John around, that’s all. Well, there was a really good crop this year at the lodge, and some good batches of whiskey and wine. Since Jardani seems to think very highly of you, I thought I would like to meet you…as well as offer a gift for assisting him. Just some samples of the Louisiana grown and brewed treats we make as a secondary service at the lodge.”
*Georgia, referring to John by his real name, takes two small, half-pint bottles, one of rice whiskey and one of muscadine wine, from inside her bag, as well as a small box of various ground herbs*
“You didn’t have to honor the marker. You could have just put him down and been done with it…but you didn’t. All of these lovely treats, including the truffles, were cultivated on my land. Near the Atchafalaya Basin in Louisiana. I would have brought food, but we both know that doesn’t travel well. Every grain of rice, every muscadine, mint, truffle, lavender, rosemary, magnolia, and marshmallow plant, all from my own harvest.”
Sofia undoes her arms, listening to every word that Georgia says as she mentions John, and how she addressed him by his name, something she didn’t even do (or perhaps she was just lazy to ever do so…)
When she gazes at the young woman, she notices she had the same mannerism as Winston. She chuckles at the mention of the “marker,” something she helped John with some time ago.
“It was for my daughter,” She sighs, trying to hide the fact that under that tough exterior there was a softness for her friends, so it wasn’t really entirely about her daughter, wherever she is.
“Gifts?” She peers down as Georgia shuffled to grab something from her bag, noticing the delicacies presented before her.
“Thank you” She mutters, with a mix of gratitude and assertiveness, with a straightforward manner with a touch of intensity reflecting her confident and capable demeanor. She was quite impressed with Georgias work.
“Dad would drink that muscadine wine for every occasion if I’d let him. Just warnin’ ya, it’s a little dangerous. Doesn’t taste near as potent as it is. Got a sweet, slightly smokey flavor goin’ for it.”
*Georgia chuckles as she explains and elaborates on each treat*
“Rice whiskey is a bit sweeter than regular wheat or barley whiskey, got a slight coconut flavor there. Decent substitute for coconut rum in a pinch.”
“And the ground and dried herbs and spices were all grown by me. The dried magnolia is good for tea, has a slight ginger flavor, so I have used it as a garnish before. Then got some white truffle, cayenne, mints of various varieties, chocolate mint being my favorite, and some hibiscus, lavender, marshmallow blossom, marshmallow root, and some rosemary salt.”
*Georgia seems quite pleased with herself, mostly because she’s just happy about the good harvest*
Sofia takes the time to listen to everything Georgia says, addressing each gift she has for sofia. She’s surprised that just because John thought of highly of her, someone would follow his words just like that.
She must trust him a lot, she thought to herself.
She express how impressed she was with a subtle smirk and a raised eyebrow, accompanied by a short, confident chuckle. Her tone carried a hint of amusement with a slight edge, as she delivers a line, “Well, isn’t that amusing,” She addressed with a touch of sarcasm.
She really was, amused with Georgia going all out.
“You really didn’t need to do all of this, but I appreciate it, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything,”
*Georgia shrugs before her swampy brown eyes seem to stare directly into Sofia’s soul*
“You’re one of the reasons my big brother is still alive. Most of the others who helped him are dead, Madame Sofia. Can’t blame me for bein’ grateful, ya?”
*Georgia unconsciously rubs the saint medallions around her neck, one being the medal for Asriel, angel of grief and mourning and peaceful death, name meaning “God is my help”. The other noticeable one is St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. The last one is Ariel, angel of the wilderness and magic, name meaning “Lion of God”*
“Please, just call me sofia,” Sofia chuckled softly, adjusting her jaw as Georgia makes her reminisce how she helped John out despite the danger of getting killed off.
She looks to the medallions on her neck, noticing the various symbols displayed, intrigued and curious as she raises her eyebrows and smiles at the girl.
“Asriel, one of the three angels of death. They are often associated with grief and mourning and more with peaceful death. One of my spirit guides.”
“St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. My name quite literally translates to “earth-worker” or “farmer”, and apparently Mama Charon had a prayer calendar, and the day we figured out as my birthday, had the farmer’s prayer on it.”
“And Ariel, angel of wilderness and sometimes called the angel of magic. Also one of the few angels depicted more in the feminine androgyny instead of masculine. As a folk practitioner in my own right, it’s wise to appeal to them for guidance and protection.”
*Georgia carefully explains each one, as these symbols are very important to her practice*
“I keep another one in the back of my necklace. Raphael, for medicine. It was Iosef’s. I have it on my back because I turned my back on the young man who depended on me. We all know that damn near nothin’ stops John when he’s got skin in the game. I still can’t believe Iosef did that mess. Was makin’ progress with his mess and everything”
*Georgia mutters about Iosef, her former charge and practically adopted son. I mean, Viggo certainly didn’t want the kid*
Sofia listened carefully, intrigued that Georgia carried so many medallions and that she was able to decipher each one to her, as if her harvesting abilities wasn’t already enough to make Sofia impressed.
After she introduced her to her different symbols, Georgia mentioned “Iosef,” and going back to her memory, the whole ‘war’ John was involved with started with that young man.
“Iosef? Iosef Tarasov?” She cocked her head back, confused.
“Yeah. I, I took John’s place with the Tarasov’s so Viggo didn’t have an excuse to bring him back out of retirement. John had no clue about it. I was taking care of Iosef instead, since his father was so…pathetic. *georgia practically spits the word, her disgust with Viggo perfectly plain* Took him hunting with me and basically did everything I could to give him something away from his father. I still don’t know what got in that boy’s head to do what he did. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
*Georgia gets the same look John would get whenever he thought of her, that same expression when he would worry about her*
Sofia crossed her arms and narrows her eyebrows, surprised that Georgia actually was courageous enough to take care of that kid under Viggo, who she knew was a complete prick.
She acknowledges Georgia’s actions with a nod of respect, especially since the girl was just so young.
“Sounds like you did what needed to be done. Protecting family, even if it’s not your own blood, takes courage. John’s lucky to have you watching his back.” Her tone was firm yet compassionate, echoing her own experiences of loyalty and sacrifice.
*Georgia’s eyes get that slightly feral look, something more uniquely hers, but slightly reminiscent of the Marquis, which would make sense as they are, um, maybe friends? They haven’t murdered each other or attempted it, so it counts*
“Yeah, and I almost lost both of them in the same damned night. If Viggo had actually bothered taking care of his own kid, I wouldn’t have had to start at basically square one with him! I was more of a parent to him than Viggo was. Damned couyan. Even if your young’un had fucked up as bad as Iosef, it would still tear you up to see them shakin’ like a leaf and begging for help, but you couldn’t do nothin’.”
*Georgia tries keeping her voice level, but it’s hard. She looks at Sofia, a weariness on her face that is unexpected for her age*
“I sorry, sha. I shouldn’t be unloadin’ on you like that. I should probably be headin’ out an’ gettin’ outta your hair”
Sofia observed Georgia's shift in demeanor, noting the flicker of something wild in her eyes, a trait perhaps inherited from her lineage. She listened intently, recognizing the weight of responsibility and the pain of almost losing loved ones. As Georgia spoke, Sofia's expression softened, understanding the depth of her anguish.
With a sympathetic nod, Sofia reached out a hand, gently resting it on Georgia's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity.
"No need to apologize, Georgia. We're all in this together," she said softly, her voice carrying reassurance.
"Sometimes, it helps to share the burden. And you're not alone in this. If you need anything, I'm here." Her tone was genuine, reflecting her own experiences of navigating the complexities of loyalty and sacrifice in their dangerous world.
*Georgia looks at the older woman, feeling calmer*
“Jardani was hurting so bad. I, I wish I could have done something more. Yeah, I know Iosef was a little shit, trust me, I took care of him. But I was the closest thing to a parent he had. Almost makes me wish I had taken Viggo out the second I was released to manage the Lodge full-time. But, I at least still have Jardani. All I could have hoped out of that entire situation”
*Georgia sighs, running a hand through her hair, having only really had Miss Addy and the other lady bartenders at The Continental in NYC to talk to much when it came to interacting with other women*
“You’re not alone in that feeling, Georgia,” Sofia said, her voice carrying a quiet empathy. “In our line of work, we often find ourselves playing roles we never expected. But you did what was necessary, and that’s what matters.”
“Jardani’s fortunate to have someone like you watching his back,” she continued, her tone reflecting genuine admiration. “
[She’s basically John’s little sister, for lack of better phrasing. You can decide if Sofia knows her or knows of her. She’s kinda the “Alice” to John’s “Mad Hatter”, so she IS known about just maybe not in person as much. The common info about her is that she’s Winston’s kid, bio or not is not confirmed, she runs The Hallowed Lodge in Louisiana, a rural version of The Continental, she’s just known to be very friendly and sweet, if not a little feral. Her name is Georgia Scott, 24 years old]
“Bonjour, Madame Sofia! John was over there a little while ago, right? How is everything?”
- @alice-of-hightable
Sofia is with her dogs, glancing up at the young woman before her as she finishes talking with some clients inside of the Casablanca continental, now welcoming the stranger.
“You must be…Alice, am I right?” Her dogs follow her as she stands infront of Alice, her hands behind her back, clasped together, amused that she mentioned John—he must’ve been talking about his recent visit.
The bells on her skirt clang against each other, making a small but pleasant ringing sound that is audible throughout her movements.
“Call me Gigi. Most of my friends do, and any friend of John’s is a friend of mine.”
*her cane clicks against the ground as she walks*
“You have beautiful dogs. I love animals. Got a small murder of crows that stay with me wherever I go. Just fed ‘em, gave ‘em attention, shelter, they’ll do anything for me, now.”
*Gigi kneels to the dogs’ level, intentionally lowering her eyes as to seem less threatening, the first thing she learned when dealing with animals, wild, feral, or domestic*
She clicks her tongue, chuckling softly. She only knew this young woman as John’s “Alice,” her name never revealed until now, perhaps for safety?
“So, John does have friends,” She teased, a small smirk in the corner of her lips as she watches Georgia start to pet her dogs, and in surprise, they actually accept her caring hand.
She noticed her accent, quite unfamiliar to her. “Where are you from?”
“Grew up around Arkansas, Kentucky, and Louisiana more than New York. And followed John around practically since I could walk. My accent gets kinda all over da place, sha.”
*she shrugs, giving each dog plenty of ear scratches and pats*
“Love critters. Always so neat what you can learn from ‘em. Got three alligators back home, trained ‘em since they was just hatched. Still gotta be careful, but they excellent livin’ stretchers and things. Good security, too”
*Gigi chuckles, standing, struggling just a little and leaning on her cane to stay steady*
Sofia takes the time to acknowledge how kind she was with her dogs, and how both of them returned it, and was also amused with the way she nonchalantly just addressed how she had alligators as pets.
“Gators? Impressive,” She raises her eyebrows and leans down to give each dog a stroke between their ears as well.
“Anyways, what brings you here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her dogs at her heels, sitting down accordingly.
*Georgia shrugs, the same gleam in her eye as Winston when thinking about things*
“Nothing important. Just my habit of following John around, that’s all. Well, there was a really good crop this year at the lodge, and some good batches of whiskey and wine. Since Jardani seems to think very highly of you, I thought I would like to meet you…as well as offer a gift for assisting him. Just some samples of the Louisiana grown and brewed treats we make as a secondary service at the lodge.”
*Georgia, referring to John by his real name, takes two small, half-pint bottles, one of rice whiskey and one of muscadine wine, from inside her bag, as well as a small box of various ground herbs*
“You didn’t have to honor the marker. You could have just put him down and been done with it…but you didn’t. All of these lovely treats, including the truffles, were cultivated on my land. Near the Atchafalaya Basin in Louisiana. I would have brought food, but we both know that doesn’t travel well. Every grain of rice, every muscadine, mint, truffle, lavender, rosemary, magnolia, and marshmallow plant, all from my own harvest.”
Sofia undoes her arms, listening to every word that Georgia says as she mentions John, and how she addressed him by his name, something she didn’t even do (or perhaps she was just lazy to ever do so…)
When she gazes at the young woman, she notices she had the same mannerism as Winston. She chuckles at the mention of the “marker,” something she helped John with some time ago.
“It was for my daughter,” She sighs, trying to hide the fact that under that tough exterior there was a softness for her friends, so it wasn’t really entirely about her daughter, wherever she is.
“Gifts?” She peers down as Georgia shuffled to grab something from her bag, noticing the delicacies presented before her.
“Thank you” She mutters, with a mix of gratitude and assertiveness, with a straightforward manner with a touch of intensity reflecting her confident and capable demeanor. She was quite impressed with Georgias work.
“Dad would drink that muscadine wine for every occasion if I’d let him. Just warnin’ ya, it’s a little dangerous. Doesn’t taste near as potent as it is. Got a sweet, slightly smokey flavor goin’ for it.”
*Georgia chuckles as she explains and elaborates on each treat*
“Rice whiskey is a bit sweeter than regular wheat or barley whiskey, got a slight coconut flavor there. Decent substitute for coconut rum in a pinch.”
“And the ground and dried herbs and spices were all grown by me. The dried magnolia is good for tea, has a slight ginger flavor, so I have used it as a garnish before. Then got some white truffle, cayenne, mints of various varieties, chocolate mint being my favorite, and some hibiscus, lavender, marshmallow blossom, marshmallow root, and some rosemary salt.”
*Georgia seems quite pleased with herself, mostly because she’s just happy about the good harvest*
Sofia takes the time to listen to everything Georgia says, addressing each gift she has for sofia. She’s surprised that just because John thought of highly of her, someone would follow his words just like that.
She must trust him a lot, she thought to herself.
She express how impressed she was with a subtle smirk and a raised eyebrow, accompanied by a short, confident chuckle. Her tone carried a hint of amusement with a slight edge, as she delivers a line, “Well, isn’t that amusing,” She addressed with a touch of sarcasm.
She really was, amused with Georgia going all out.
“You really didn’t need to do all of this, but I appreciate it, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything,”
*Georgia shrugs before her swampy brown eyes seem to stare directly into Sofia’s soul*
“You’re one of the reasons my big brother is still alive. Most of the others who helped him are dead, Madame Sofia. Can’t blame me for bein’ grateful, ya?”
*Georgia unconsciously rubs the saint medallions around her neck, one being the medal for Asriel, angel of grief and mourning and peaceful death, name meaning “God is my help”. The other noticeable one is St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. The last one is Ariel, angel of the wilderness and magic, name meaning “Lion of God”*
“Please, just call me sofia,” Sofia chuckled softly, adjusting her jaw as Georgia makes her reminisce how she helped John out despite the danger of getting killed off.
She looks to the medallions on her neck, noticing the various symbols displayed, intrigued and curious as she raises her eyebrows and smiles at the girl.
“Asriel, one of the three angels of death. They are often associated with grief and mourning and more with peaceful death. One of my spirit guides.”
“St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. My name quite literally translates to “earth-worker” or “farmer”, and apparently Mama Charon had a prayer calendar, and the day we figured out as my birthday, had the farmer’s prayer on it.”
“And Ariel, angel of wilderness and sometimes called the angel of magic. Also one of the few angels depicted more in the feminine androgyny instead of masculine. As a folk practitioner in my own right, it’s wise to appeal to them for guidance and protection.”
*Georgia carefully explains each one, as these symbols are very important to her practice*
“I keep another one in the back of my necklace. Raphael, for medicine. It was Iosef’s. I have it on my back because I turned my back on the young man who depended on me. We all know that damn near nothin’ stops John when he’s got skin in the game. I still can’t believe Iosef did that mess. Was makin’ progress with his mess and everything”
*Georgia mutters about Iosef, her former charge and practically adopted son. I mean, Viggo certainly didn’t want the kid*
Sofia listened carefully, intrigued that Georgia carried so many medallions and that she was able to decipher each one to her, as if her harvesting abilities wasn’t already enough to make Sofia impressed.
After she introduced her to her different symbols, Georgia mentioned “Iosef,” and going back to her memory, the whole ‘war’ John was involved with started with that young man.
“Iosef? Iosef Tarasov?” She cocked her head back, confused.
“Yeah. I, I took John’s place with the Tarasov’s so Viggo didn’t have an excuse to bring him back out of retirement. John had no clue about it. I was taking care of Iosef instead, since his father was so…pathetic. *georgia practically spits the word, her disgust with Viggo perfectly plain* Took him hunting with me and basically did everything I could to give him something away from his father. I still don’t know what got in that boy’s head to do what he did. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
*Georgia gets the same look John would get whenever he thought of her, that same expression when he would worry about her*
Sofia crossed her arms and narrows her eyebrows, surprised that Georgia actually was courageous enough to take care of that kid under Viggo, who she knew was a complete prick.
She acknowledges Georgia’s actions with a nod of respect, especially since the girl was just so young.
“Sounds like you did what needed to be done. Protecting family, even if it’s not your own blood, takes courage. John’s lucky to have you watching his back.” Her tone was firm yet compassionate, echoing her own experiences of loyalty and sacrifice.
*Georgia’s eyes get that slightly feral look, something more uniquely hers, but slightly reminiscent of the Marquis, which would make sense as they are, um, maybe friends? They haven’t murdered each other or attempted it, so it counts*
“Yeah, and I almost lost both of them in the same damned night. If Viggo had actually bothered taking care of his own kid, I wouldn’t have had to start at basically square one with him! I was more of a parent to him than Viggo was. Damned couyan. Even if your young’un had fucked up as bad as Iosef, it would still tear you up to see them shakin’ like a leaf and begging for help, but you couldn’t do nothin’.”
*Georgia tries keeping her voice level, but it’s hard. She looks at Sofia, a weariness on her face that is unexpected for her age*
“I sorry, sha. I shouldn’t be unloadin’ on you like that. I should probably be headin’ out an’ gettin’ outta your hair”
Sofia observed Georgia's shift in demeanor, noting the flicker of something wild in her eyes, a trait perhaps inherited from her lineage. She listened intently, recognizing the weight of responsibility and the pain of almost losing loved ones. As Georgia spoke, Sofia's expression softened, understanding the depth of her anguish.
With a sympathetic nod, Sofia reached out a hand, gently resting it on Georgia's shoulder in a gesture of solidarity.
"No need to apologize, Georgia. We're all in this together," she said softly, her voice carrying reassurance.
"Sometimes, it helps to share the burden. And you're not alone in this. If you need anything, I'm here." Her tone was genuine, reflecting her own experiences of navigating the complexities of loyalty and sacrifice in their dangerous world.
[She’s basically John’s little sister, for lack of better phrasing. You can decide if Sofia knows her or knows of her. She’s kinda the “Alice” to John’s “Mad Hatter”, so she IS known about just maybe not in person as much. The common info about her is that she’s Winston’s kid, bio or not is not confirmed, she runs The Hallowed Lodge in Louisiana, a rural version of The Continental, she’s just known to be very friendly and sweet, if not a little feral. Her name is Georgia Scott, 24 years old]
“Bonjour, Madame Sofia! John was over there a little while ago, right? How is everything?”
- @alice-of-hightable
Sofia is with her dogs, glancing up at the young woman before her as she finishes talking with some clients inside of the Casablanca continental, now welcoming the stranger.
“You must be…Alice, am I right?” Her dogs follow her as she stands infront of Alice, her hands behind her back, clasped together, amused that she mentioned John—he must’ve been talking about his recent visit.
The bells on her skirt clang against each other, making a small but pleasant ringing sound that is audible throughout her movements.
“Call me Gigi. Most of my friends do, and any friend of John’s is a friend of mine.”
*her cane clicks against the ground as she walks*
“You have beautiful dogs. I love animals. Got a small murder of crows that stay with me wherever I go. Just fed ‘em, gave ‘em attention, shelter, they’ll do anything for me, now.”
*Gigi kneels to the dogs’ level, intentionally lowering her eyes as to seem less threatening, the first thing she learned when dealing with animals, wild, feral, or domestic*
She clicks her tongue, chuckling softly. She only knew this young woman as John’s “Alice,” her name never revealed until now, perhaps for safety?
“So, John does have friends,” She teased, a small smirk in the corner of her lips as she watches Georgia start to pet her dogs, and in surprise, they actually accept her caring hand.
She noticed her accent, quite unfamiliar to her. “Where are you from?”
“Grew up around Arkansas, Kentucky, and Louisiana more than New York. And followed John around practically since I could walk. My accent gets kinda all over da place, sha.”
*she shrugs, giving each dog plenty of ear scratches and pats*
“Love critters. Always so neat what you can learn from ‘em. Got three alligators back home, trained ‘em since they was just hatched. Still gotta be careful, but they excellent livin’ stretchers and things. Good security, too”
*Gigi chuckles, standing, struggling just a little and leaning on her cane to stay steady*
Sofia takes the time to acknowledge how kind she was with her dogs, and how both of them returned it, and was also amused with the way she nonchalantly just addressed how she had alligators as pets.
“Gators? Impressive,” She raises her eyebrows and leans down to give each dog a stroke between their ears as well.
“Anyways, what brings you here?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her dogs at her heels, sitting down accordingly.
*Georgia shrugs, the same gleam in her eye as Winston when thinking about things*
“Nothing important. Just my habit of following John around, that’s all. Well, there was a really good crop this year at the lodge, and some good batches of whiskey and wine. Since Jardani seems to think very highly of you, I thought I would like to meet you…as well as offer a gift for assisting him. Just some samples of the Louisiana grown and brewed treats we make as a secondary service at the lodge.”
*Georgia, referring to John by his real name, takes two small, half-pint bottles, one of rice whiskey and one of muscadine wine, from inside her bag, as well as a small box of various ground herbs*
“You didn’t have to honor the marker. You could have just put him down and been done with it…but you didn’t. All of these lovely treats, including the truffles, were cultivated on my land. Near the Atchafalaya Basin in Louisiana. I would have brought food, but we both know that doesn’t travel well. Every grain of rice, every muscadine, mint, truffle, lavender, rosemary, magnolia, and marshmallow plant, all from my own harvest.”
Sofia undoes her arms, listening to every word that Georgia says as she mentions John, and how she addressed him by his name, something she didn’t even do (or perhaps she was just lazy to ever do so…)
When she gazes at the young woman, she notices she had the same mannerism as Winston. She chuckles at the mention of the “marker,” something she helped John with some time ago.
“It was for my daughter,” She sighs, trying to hide the fact that under that tough exterior there was a softness for her friends, so it wasn’t really entirely about her daughter, wherever she is.
“Gifts?” She peers down as Georgia shuffled to grab something from her bag, noticing the delicacies presented before her.
“Thank you” She mutters, with a mix of gratitude and assertiveness, with a straightforward manner with a touch of intensity reflecting her confident and capable demeanor. She was quite impressed with Georgias work.
“Dad would drink that muscadine wine for every occasion if I’d let him. Just warnin’ ya, it’s a little dangerous. Doesn’t taste near as potent as it is. Got a sweet, slightly smokey flavor goin’ for it.”
*Georgia chuckles as she explains and elaborates on each treat*
“Rice whiskey is a bit sweeter than regular wheat or barley whiskey, got a slight coconut flavor there. Decent substitute for coconut rum in a pinch.”
“And the ground and dried herbs and spices were all grown by me. The dried magnolia is good for tea, has a slight ginger flavor, so I have used it as a garnish before. Then got some white truffle, cayenne, mints of various varieties, chocolate mint being my favorite, and some hibiscus, lavender, marshmallow blossom, marshmallow root, and some rosemary salt.”
*Georgia seems quite pleased with herself, mostly because she’s just happy about the good harvest*
Sofia takes the time to listen to everything Georgia says, addressing each gift she has for sofia. She’s surprised that just because John thought of highly of her, someone would follow his words just like that.
She must trust him a lot, she thought to herself.
She express how impressed she was with a subtle smirk and a raised eyebrow, accompanied by a short, confident chuckle. Her tone carried a hint of amusement with a slight edge, as she delivers a line, “Well, isn’t that amusing,” She addressed with a touch of sarcasm.
She really was, amused with Georgia going all out.
“You really didn’t need to do all of this, but I appreciate it, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy everything,”
*Georgia shrugs before her swampy brown eyes seem to stare directly into Sofia’s soul*
“You’re one of the reasons my big brother is still alive. Most of the others who helped him are dead, Madame Sofia. Can’t blame me for bein’ grateful, ya?”
*Georgia unconsciously rubs the saint medallions around her neck, one being the medal for Asriel, angel of grief and mourning and peaceful death, name meaning “God is my help”. The other noticeable one is St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. The last one is Ariel, angel of the wilderness and magic, name meaning “Lion of God”*
“Please, just call me sofia,” Sofia chuckled softly, adjusting her jaw as Georgia makes her reminisce how she helped John out despite the danger of getting killed off.
She looks to the medallions on her neck, noticing the various symbols displayed, intrigued and curious as she raises her eyebrows and smiles at the girl.
“Asriel, one of the three angels of death. They are often associated with grief and mourning and more with peaceful death. One of my spirit guides.”
“St Isidore, patron of day-workers, farmers, and brick-layers. My name quite literally translates to “earth-worker” or “farmer”, and apparently Mama Charon had a prayer calendar, and the day we figured out as my birthday, had the farmer’s prayer on it.”
“And Ariel, angel of wilderness and sometimes called the angel of magic. Also one of the few angels depicted more in the feminine androgyny instead of masculine. As a folk practitioner in my own right, it’s wise to appeal to them for guidance and protection.”
*Georgia carefully explains each one, as these symbols are very important to her practice*
“I keep another one in the back of my necklace. Raphael, for medicine. It was Iosef’s. I have it on my back because I turned my back on the young man who depended on me. We all know that damn near nothin’ stops John when he’s got skin in the game. I still can’t believe Iosef did that mess. Was makin’ progress with his mess and everything”
*Georgia mutters about Iosef, her former charge and practically adopted son. I mean, Viggo certainly didn’t want the kid*
Sofia listened carefully, intrigued that Georgia carried so many medallions and that she was able to decipher each one to her, as if her harvesting abilities wasn’t already enough to make Sofia impressed.
After she introduced her to her different symbols, Georgia mentioned “Iosef,” and going back to her memory, the whole ‘war’ John was involved with started with that young man.
“Iosef? Iosef Tarasov?” She cocked her head back, confused.
“Yeah. I, I took John’s place with the Tarasov’s so Viggo didn’t have an excuse to bring him back out of retirement. John had no clue about it. I was taking care of Iosef instead, since his father was so…pathetic. *georgia practically spits the word, her disgust with Viggo perfectly plain* Took him hunting with me and basically did everything I could to give him something away from his father. I still don’t know what got in that boy’s head to do what he did. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
*Georgia gets the same look John would get whenever he thought of her, that same expression when he would worry about her*
Sofia crossed her arms and narrows her eyebrows, surprised that Georgia actually was courageous enough to take care of that kid under Viggo, who she knew was a complete prick.
She acknowledges Georgia’s actions with a nod of respect, especially since the girl was just so young.
“Sounds like you did what needed to be done. Protecting family, even if it’s not your own blood, takes courage. John’s lucky to have you watching his back.” Her tone was firm yet compassionate, echoing her own experiences of loyalty and sacrifice.
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