If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Mar 1, 2018 2:11:00 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
The promised payment was a princely sum, and a highly questionable one. Sophia knew the property, of course. The Leighton House had been a public museum for almost a century and here Yennefer was, offering it to Sophia for what would likely be no more than a few days work. It was, if nothing else, a sign of how much Yen wanted the job done. The prize couldn't have been an easy one to get her hands on, and here she was just handing it off like it was nothing; it wasn't like Sophia placed that much of a price tag on her skills, if you knew enough about the Fox to hire her that was normally enough, with payment just being a side benefit - Sophia was hardly short of cash, and while the sculptures would definitely be appreciated there wasn't a painting in the museum Sophia couldn't have quite happily taken for herself.
Had Sophia been the type to analyse things, she might've made some interesting observations on Yen's uncharacteristic behaviour - perhaps the Queen of Spades had been more shaken by the intrusion of a Councillor than she would ever admit, if she was not only calling Sophia in but offering such a vast reward.
But Sophia was not that kind of person, since she was rather too busy salivating at the reward to really give a damn.
"Oh Yennefer, you really know the way to a girl's heart." Sophia sat back in her chair, setting her glass on the desk and suddenly turning serious. Before had been pleasure, but this, at least, was business. Her posture was markedly different, back straight and hands folded in her lap, eyes focused on Yennefer's. "Now let's get down to business. What exactly do you need from me?"
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Feb 23, 2018 1:39:09 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
Sophia sat up, stretching languidly and letting the covers drop to her waist. Unashamed, she winked at the cute blonde on the chair, giving her a smile that was equal parts sly and lascivious. She probably had a much better memory of the night before than Adri, seeing as how she'd stopped at tipsy and the blonde had been singing by the time they left the bar for a bed. Adri's that is, it definitely wasn't Sophia's. Her hotel was far too expensive to approve of her bringing back a girl for some late night fun. Or was it early morning fun? Perhaps it had been both, neither of them had been paying much attention to the time - much more interesting things were available.
She slid out of bed and picked up her blouse from where it had fallen during the festivities - it was a little grubby and a few of the buttons had been ripped off when her partner had lost patience, but it wasn't like either had anything the other hadn't already seen. Hell, Sophia had had a lot of fun, she wouldn't mind a repeat performance.
The blouse was far from decent, but she was being blackmailed; coffee may have been vile - and it had to be coffee, Sophia had yet to meet an American who drank tea - but there was nothing like a bit of caffeine in the morning to wake you up. Whether she was going home early, or staying for a little more fun, the energy would be welcome either way.
Even with the missing buttons, Sophia made sure to leave a couple of the remaining ones undone as she sauntered the few paces over to Adri. She bent at the waist and clasped the other woman's hand in hers, looking up with widened eyes that were suddenly glistening with unshed tears. "Please miss, oh please can I have some?"
Then she was upright once more, grinning like the cat that got the canary. "Well gorgeous? Is that convincing enough, or do I need to be a little more..." here she trailed off, her tone suddenly turning sultry, "appreciative?"
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Feb 8, 2018 0:44:48 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
Sophia smiled at the younger woman, taking a seat on the couch and leaning back. "I've been getting along just fine darling, enough work to keep me busy."
"I had an audition for some new superhero film in LA," she flicked a hand out in a disdainful manner. "You'd think the real heroes flying around would be rather more interesting, but my agent insisted. Honestly Frankie, it was so boring, I have more fun getting dressed than I had in that audition." The complaints were delivered in an airy tone, carefully chosen to avoid the appearance of whining. Sophia Hewitt had standards after all, even if Sophia would've quite happily moaned about it all day long.
"Anyway, once I'd done that I remembered that you were living in LA and thought I'd drop by for a chat. Impostor was the last time we actually saw each other after all, and that was years ago. It would be cruel to deprive you of my magnificence any longer." Sophia smiled brightly, blinking wide, innocent eyes at Frankie for a few moments before she broke down into giggles.
"Where are my manners? How have you been Frankie? Any new projects? A new boyfriend?" She winked. "A girlfriend?"
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Jan 26, 2018 14:47:31 GMT
Post by Sophia Blood on Jan 26, 2018 14:47:31 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
Sophia hadn't been to LA in a while, not since she'd last visited the Louver in 2014 to pick up a few choice pieces, most particularly David Hockney's 'The Arrival of Spring'. It still had pride of place on her living room wall, though she was thinking about shifting some paintings around, maybe adding a few new ones to her collection.
She had come to the city for an audition her agent had booked, but the whole thing had been just so boring that Sophia hadn't really put in her best effort. The role would go to someone else no doubt, but the whole boring thing had at least done one thing for her.
It had given her an excuse to go and visit a friend.
*** Sophia Blood hated waiting at doors, but Sophia Hewitt was well mannered, proud and law abiding, so she couldn't go through the window. Ordinarily that would have been an irritant, but thankfully the person she was visiting had a bad habit of leaving doors unlocked. Sophia pushed the door to the apartment open - honestly, what would happen if someone unscrupulous were to come by - and strode into the living room.
"Francine darling, I've come to visit," she called, tone light. "I brought some absolutely gorgeous chocolates, so you'll have to come here quickly or there'll be none left."
She probably should've called ahead to let Frankie know she was coming, but what was life without a little surprise to spice things up?
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Jan 3, 2018 0:28:26 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street❞
The Event. One of the very few things that even Sophia recognised as significant. It had made almost no difference to her life - for as long as there were precious things left in the world, there would always be work for the Fox - but to someone like Yennefer? Ohhh, Sophia doubted anything had ever had quite so great an impact on the Queen of Spades as the Doctor's little project.
And the North American councillor was involved as well? Oooh, that had to grate on Yennefer's oh so perfect ego. She really was like a little princess, annoyed that daddy had interfered in her play.
"Oh Yennefer darling, don't worry your pretty little head, I'm sure the councillor didn't mean to disrupt your time in the play pen."
Wait, that came out wrong.
*** "Oh Yennefer darling, I'm sure your daddy didn't mean to disrupt your little daydream."
Hmm. She may have chosen her words poorly. There was wine all over Sophia's clothes, the glass she'd been holding having been snapped in half.
*** Sophia, with the incredible foresight granted by her infinite wisdom, decided that she should probably wait for the Queen of Spades to finish speaking before beginning her response.
Oooooooh, was that a Mission Impossible reference? Sophia loved those movies, which was of course nothing to do with the absolutely gorgeous blonde who would be starring in the sixth one, no siree. Sophia Hewitt had nothing to do with Sophia Blood, of course. Why, they'd never even met.
And Yenny even wanted her to break into a top-secret location, one that was likely guarded by some very dangerous people.
Sophia wetted her bottom lip; nothing got her going as well as a proper challenge. "Oh Yennefer, sweetheart, why didn't you tell me before that this was what you wanted? Why, maybe I'd even have arrived early." Sophia giggled lightly, raising her glass to her lips. She breathed lightly, locking eyes with the woman opposite as she sipped, letting her lip catch on the brim and smiling.
Flirtation was a sacred art, and Sophia it's most dedicated practitioner.
"I'll take the job of course. We can discuss my payment," Sophia paused to give Yennefer another smouldering glance, "later."
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Dec 12, 2017 11:45:54 GMT
Post by Sophia Blood on Dec 12, 2017 11:45:54 GMT
❝ Pretty woman, walkin' down the street ❞
The comment on Sophia's taste was very hurtful. Sophia had excellent taste, the last art critic she'd met had said she had the best eye for art replicas he'd ever seen - they hadn't actually been replicas of course, but who would suspect that the sweet, dignified Sophia Hewitt moonlighted as an art thief? If anything, Yennefer was the one lacking in taste in comparison to Sophia. There wasn't a single piece of artwork in the building that Sophia had considered worth having, and Sophia was quite the art connoisseur.
Admittedly, however, Sophia's taste in wine was not nearly as refined, so maybe Yen did have a point. After all, to her the bottle she'd picked had just been the most expensive looking one - Sophia may have had fairly low standards when it came to the quality of her alcohol, but she could definitely recognise value.
Her wine cellar at home was full of very expensive alcohol, but that was more of a front than anything else; Sophia wasn't much of a drinker - she liked having a clear head, and intoxication made it more difficult to use her ability.
Yennefer's judgement was definitely clouded right now, for instance. After all, of course Sophia had something she wanted - Sophia was gorgeous, everyone wanted her, as was right and proper. But she would forgive Yennefer's lie, for she was as kind as she was beautiful, and Sophia was very beautiful.
Oh, Yenny was always so serious. She never called Sophia for anything fun, it was always steal this or break into there. She needed to lighten up. Sophia's eyes brightened as she thought of something that might work.
Sophia was out of her seat and in Yennefer's face in an eyeblink, curling up on the other woman's lap and running a finger along her face. "Oh my dear, you really need to..."
An invisible blow sent Sophia flying as Yennefer finally reacted, and in the last few moments they had Sophia laughed and laughed and...
*** Sophia had to muster all of her considerable self control to keep herself from giggling. It hadn't made Yennefer laugh, but at least it had made Sophia feel better.
But now the woman was talking about the reason she'd called Sophia, something about a meeting that had given her a few things she needed done.
Oooooh, did Yenny have a boss? Sophia was upset the other woman hadn't told her this before, it sounded like pretty important gossip, something that you should definitely share with the attractive woman that you kept meeting.
Sophia, in a rare moment of calculation, decided to go for the throat. "Oh darling, you never told me there was someone who could give you orders. Why, if I'd known I might've asked them for a leash for you."
The air turned dark and heavy - Yennefer's face didn't so much as twitch, but Sophia sensed that she'd pushed the other woman more than she really should have. Perhaps she'd gone a little too far, better to be diplomatic.
*** "Oh darling, you know that cash isn't enough for me. The job has to be interesting dear, if you don't have something entertaining for me you'll need to offer more than money." Sophia gave an exaggerated wink - she wasn't actually that interested in sleeping with the high and mighty Queen of Spades - no more than she was with any other attractive woman - but she definitely wouldn't be complaining if it worked.
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Post by Sophia Blood on Dec 4, 2017 1:14:18 GMT
❝ Lead me not into temptation... Oh who am I kidding. FOLLOW ME I know a shortcut ❞
Sophia believed in living life to the fullest, in enjoying yourself whenever you could and however you could. That was why she was currently sipping a glass of red wine from the Queen of Spades' personal fridge.
Yennefer wasn't in the room of course. She was actually a few floors down, waiting for Sophia to turn up for their meeting.
It hadn't been particularly difficult to get in, though the dress and heels had definitely made things more awkward than they strictly had to be; Sophia would never turn up to a meeting without looking her best, especially when she was meeting a person as stunning as Yennefer - Sophia doubted she'd live through the night if she ever actually managed to bed the other woman, but what was life without a little risk to spice things up?
She poured herself another glass and glanced at the clock. Gah, why was it taking so long? If she took the elevator down now, she'd be five minutes early for her meeting with Yenny, and that just wouldn't do at all. How could she live with herself if she arrived early for something, or even, god forbid, on time? The absolute scandal.
Sophia giggled quietly.
Honestly, she'd expected that it'd take her longer to get in. The Queen of Spades was getting sloppy, she'd only had to go through three guards in total to get here. There ought to have been at least twice that. A pout creased her lips as Sophia mused.
And the guards had been so silly as well. The first one had been sensible enough, at least until Sophia smacked him silly with his own gun for having the temerity to point it at her for being in a restricted area - seriously, you'd think Yennefer would've told them not to bother. The second had been very young and very inexperienced, so Sophia had flirted until he was a blushing puddle and then she'd locked him in the closet with a promise to come back later - she'd lied of course, but she hadn't had the heart to send him to meet the fairies like she had the first man, so the lie would have to do.
And the third? God, he'd been such a pig. Sophia normally didn't mind people who enjoyed looking - she was beautiful after all, why wouldn't they look? - but the brute had been practically salivating, even as he'd pointed his gun at her. Even that would've been okay if only he had some redeeming qualities of his own, but honestly, Yennefer had no taste in guards.
Why, if Sophia was a criminal mastermind ruling over the entire west coast, there wouldn't have been a single man in the building that was less than a 9.5 out of ten, and quite a few of them would've been shirtless.
But no, Yennefer was always so concerned with people being 'good at their jobs'. Who cared?
Oh would you look at the time, she'd be running a little late if she left now. Oh the humanity, now she'd have to run and that was always a pain in heels.
She took the wine bottle and an extra glass - Yenny had never drank with Sophia before, but there was a first time for everything.
*** Sophia threw the door open with an extravagant gesture, expecting it to move smoothly and come to a halt without making too much of a noise.
Instead, it smashed against the wall with a loud bang.
Yennefer turned around, an eyebrow raised even as she opened her mouth to...
*** Sophia pressed her hand to the door and applied only a modicum of pressure, taking care not to make a sound. The door slid open smoothly, as if it was floating rather than attached to hinges.
There, that was much more elegant, much more dignified. Than what you might ask? Than nothing, that's what. Sophia was, of course, the very picture of elegance and dignity. She did not make silly mistakes, no sir. She was perfection incarnate.
"Oh Yennefer, I thought you'd be glad to see me. What happened to the old Yennefer, the one who always looked so happy when I arrived, especially when I came bearing such fabulous red wine and wearing such a wonderful, and accessible, dress?" Sophia pouted, speaking like one would to a grumpy child up until the last dozen words, at which point her tone turned sultry.
There was not, and had never been such a Yennefer, not in this world nor any other, but that who cared about silly things like facts hmm? Not Sophia, that's for sure.
She left the bottle and glass on the desk and took a seat, crossing her legs in a deliberately provocative pose and leaning forward. "Besides darling, you didn't even tell me what it was you wanted. Just that you wanted something." Sophia brushed a lock of hair away from her face and fluttered her eyelashes. "Can you blame a girl for wanting to look her best before such an important meeting?"
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If you don't get caught, you deserve everything you steal.
ALIAS
The Fox
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Limited Time Manipulation
AGE
31
Villain
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Jan 30, 2017 22:14:30 GMT
Post by Sophia Blood on Jan 30, 2017 22:14:30 GMT
Sophia Blood ‘All the world’s a stage’ [PTabbedContent] [PTab=APPEARANCE] WHO YOU SEE Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Skin: Caucasian
Attire:
Sophia decided long ago that it was better to be leading the fashion trend than to be falling behind. As such, her outfits when she’s out and about are frequently the epitome of stylish, whatever the current fashion might be. She is proficient at walking in high heels - years of practise would make anyone proficient at such a task - but prefers not to wear them; she’s rather tall anyway, so wearing them just makes her tower over most people. She favours slacks or jeans over dresses or skirts, apart from in the height of summer, and even then only on the worst days. Her makeup is subdued, rather than overly extravagant; she prefers to keep the natural look, with neutral tones as opposed to more defined looks.
When on the job the Fox dresses quietly, in both senses of the word. Where Sophia is flamboyant, her alter-ego wears plainer, darker clothes; greys, browns and even the occasional green - not black, nothing stands out on a dark night quite like black. She wears soft soled shoes and tight trousers to minimize any noise she might make, and whatever jacket or coat she’s wearing tends to be cotton. Completing the ensemble is a black wig to hide her distinctive hair colour and a dark grey fedora; as a final touch, she uses makeup to change the apparent shape of her face. After all, if you’re going to steal, you might as well do it with style. | Sophia was blessed, in terms of her genetics. Clear skin, clear blue eyes and beautiful blonde hair. In a word, she is statuesque, standing at an impressive 5ft 9, fit and healthy both for her job as an actress and for her… hobby… as a thief. Nine years of studying the Chinese martial art Wing Chun has given her an exceptional musculature, though not a particularly impressive one; less bulk, more speed and control and flexibility.
She always smiles like she knows something the other person doesn’t - she often does after all; it is a secretive smile, but a genuine one nonetheless. Her body language changes from role to role, a useful talent for an actress with a side-job in grand larceny. Sophia’s is dignified and elegant, whereas the Fox is open and deliberately inviting; the contrast amuses her, that the criminal would be so much more welcoming of others than the normal woman. |
[/PTab={background-color:#f0f0f0;width:530px;height:290px;padding:10px;padding-top:0px;margin-top:-6px;}] [PTab=PERSONAL] PERSONALITY Sophia is, first and foremost, an actor on a stage. She plays whatever role she desires, however she desires to. Primarily, that is the role of the actress, ironically enough. She is as talented as she is beautiful, and confidence in her looks has never been something she lacks. She behaves differently depending on the role she is playing, but some characteristics shine through no matter what. She is flirtatious, and makes no real distinction between genders - in a room with a man and a woman who she finds equally attractive, she will probably go for both, but will focus her efforts on the woman. She is proud, sometimes excessively so, and does not always deal well with criticism. As Sophia Hewitt she is kind, confident and calm. She delights in classical music and poetry. She professes to be a fan of classics like Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice, but in truth cannot stand them; it is the tragedy of literature that the determination of schools to make people appreciate it instead ends up driving them away. She is dignified, secure in who she is and well aware of who she wants to be. At least, most of the time. In private, she is much more slovenly, enjoying video games and modern fiction. Her most prominent alter-ego, the Fox, is immensely confident in her own skin. She gives the impression that not a thing could hurt her, that even attempting to stop her is foolish and pointless. She steals not for profit, but for the fun of it; after all, she is more than wealthy enough already. She is proud not just in the way Sophia Hewitt is - a professional pride - but in carrying on the work of her ancestor, Thomas Blood, a man most known for his attempt to steal the Crown Jewels of Charles II. The nature of Sophia’s ability has had several negative impacts on her personality, including a lack of regard for the long-term consequences of her actions - due to her never needing to suffer the short-term ones, a determination to never lose an argument, to the point where she will repeat particular parts of a discussion over and over until she finds the right point to convince whoever she is debating with, and an unfortunate weakness to short-term temptations; she will steal something only for the thrill of having it, even for a moment, kiss a person just to see what it feels like and even attack people she dislikes, just for the catharsis of striking them, only to undo all of it with no one any the wiser. As carefree as her power makes her, however, there is one thing she will never forget. She owes someone a favour, and one day they will come to collect. HISTORY (Note: Some historical liberties have been taken. Holcroft Blood had only one son, and no grandchildren.) Sophia has the fortune, or misfortune, to be the last scion of the line of Blood, an English aristocratic family stretching back hundreds of years to Thomas Blood, famed thief of the crown jewels of Charles II, whose son, Holcroft Blood, was ennobled by Anne, Queen of Great Britain, for his services in the Battle of Ramillies. Unfortunately, Sophia chose the wrong ancestor to idolize; rather than praising the men who made her family great, she chose to focus her admiration on her most infamous family member. She was raised by her mother and father in a stately home in the English midlands. She was spoiled by her mother, who had suffered a miscarriage previously and viewed Sophia as a gift from God; her father, on the other hand, was far stricter. He had reason to be. Sophia was not a normal child, just as her father had not been a normal child, and his father, and his, stretching as far back as they had records of. Every child of the Blood family developed an ability at around the same time, and Sophia’s father was, understandably, worried that his daughter would lack the self control necessary to master her ability if he allowed her to become too spoilt, worried that she would be a danger, both to herself and to others. He was right to be worried. When Sophia did eventually develop her power, after hitting puberty, she panicked and found herself repeating the same ten seconds for a very long time, her desperation to return to how she was before subconsciously triggering her power over and over again. She eventually regained enough control of herself to overcome this trial, but the worst was only just beginning. You see, puberty is a great thing for learning important lessons like impulse control, that your actions have consequences, and that certain things should never be done under any circumstances. Unfortunately, when you can do anything and make it as if it never happened less than ten seconds later, it becomes rather hard for such lessons to sink in. It was as a teen that Sophia first started stealing; not out of need - for her parents had never been particularly stingy, but out of a desire for a thrill. She escalated egged on by her own growing pride and her desire to match the achievements of her ancestor. She made a few mistakes however. Though normal humans only came close to catching her once, her lineage had brought her to the attention of a powerful member of the Families, and they were not so easily fooled. It is hard to miss an untrained teenage girl stealing from an art gallery, when you know what you’re looking for. They told her they could get her away from the security hunting her, demanding one favour in exchange; it was to be something of their choosing, and could be called in at any time they wished. Like an idiot, like a teenage girl, Sophia agreed. She went into acting after attending university, taking the pseudonym Sophia Hewitt, and was lucky enough to pick up a role in a major hit. So began an acting career that would give her an endless supply of excuses to travel around the world and visit impressive art galleries. And steal from impressive art galleries of course, one's collection of art is never so large that it cannot be improved by adding more. [/PTab={background-color:#f0f0f0;width:530px;height:290px;padding:10px;padding-top:0px;margin-top:-6px;}] [PTab=POWER] MORE TO ME THAN MEETS THE EYE ABILITY Sophia has control over time and space. Technically. A little bit. Essentially, she has control over ten seconds. She can stop it or rewind it at will, so long as it is only ten seconds. With skin contact she can freeze an object or person in place for ten seconds, stalling them in time. This not only leaves them unaware of the outside world, but also turns them into an immovable, indestructible object. Something or someone frozen in this manner could withstand a point-blank nuclear explosion. She can also rewind ten seconds of time. This, essentially, gives her an unlimited number of tries when attempting to go about something, for at the end of every failure she can merely rewind to the beginning and go again. Any injuries she sustains vanish when she rewinds. LIMITS Any attempts to freeze or rewind any less or more than ten seconds will be unsuccessful; ten seconds is both the maximum and minimum amount of time that her ability enables her to effect unless there is an outside element, such as a metahuman capable of enhancing the abilities of others. In order to reuse her power ten seconds must expire normally. This means that she cannot exploit her rewind ability to travel further back in time and nor can she keep herself frozen permanently, as from her perspective no time at all would’ve passed while she was frozen. WEAKNESSES If Sophia is killed, or even only knocked unconscious then she is unable to use her rewind ability to remove herself from the situation. The use of it is dependent on her choosing to activate it, and as such anything which would impair her ability to make decisions will similarly affect her ability, and inclination, to use her power. 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