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Name: Sophia Maria Celeste
Nickname: Ms. Celeste, Sophie
Age: 23
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Parents: Raised by her single mother, a former stage actress who gave up the spotlight to raise her
Personality: Sophie is vibrant, chaotic, and endlessly passionate. Every emotion she feels is turned up to eleven—joy, sorrow, love, rage—and she channels it all into her work. She’s fiercely protective of her students, often becoming a safe space for the “too much” kids who don’t quite fit anywhere else. Offstage, she’s a little scattered and prone to overcommitting, but her heart is always in the right place. Vivi thrives in mess, but secretly longs for something stable… even if she’d never admit it out loud.
Likes: Cold stage lights, warm tea in chipped mugs, Shakespeare monologues, messy rehearsals, dramatic entrances, vinyl records, the feeling right before the curtain rises
Dislikes: Creative censorship, being emotionally dismissed, passive aggression, rainy days with no music, unspoken tension
Relationship status: Single; not looking… but constantly feeling
Faceclaim: Luca Hollestelle
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : When I Kissed The Teacher by ABBA
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((I do have a concept for her and I shall post it down below. When I initially started on this character her bio was not made yet.))
Concept-
•Theater Teacher (A) x Music Teacher (B)
— On paper, they shouldn’t get along. Person A is loud, expressive, and emotionally messy. Person B is meticulous, emotionally reserved, and believes in structure. But they keep getting paired together for student productions—and the sparks fly every time. Their creative visions clash: Person A wants chaos, emotion, and soul. But Person B wants balance, form, and discipline. At first, it’s war. Later, it’s magnetic. They challenge each other artistically. Person B secretly admires Person A’s fearless vulnerability. Person A envies Person B’s control and grace. One late-night rehearsal, one slip of vulnerability, and suddenly all that artistic tension finds a new kind of outlet. There’s a love story growing beneath the piano keys and behind the curtain—soft glances in dressing rooms, lingering harmonies in rehearsal, a duet that was never supposed to mean anything… until it does. They’re both scared. They’ve both been burned. But when it works, it’s beautiful—and loud in all the right ways.
Possible cheesy line:
Person A- “Stop looking at me like that while I’m directing”
Person B- “Then stop being impossible to ignore”
