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[sophie elise foster]

SOPHIEELISEFOSTER



YOU SAY WE'RE BOTH LITTLE PEOPLE AND YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY,

NAME: Sophie Elise Foster
NICKNAME: Soph, Ellie, Lele, Dophy
AGE:18
GENDER:Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: April 18, 1991
GROUP:
SCHOOL: Preston Heights
GRADE: Senior

BUT IN TIME I'M GONNA PUT THIS BODY TO SHAME,

Standing at 5’4 and 137 pounds, Sophie is the epitome of petite. Her long, curly red hair and bright blue eyes mix perfectly with her Irish features. Her eyes are by far her most favorite feature. A dark shade of blue outline a teal center. The color shifts to an obvious shade of green the closer to the pupil and a bright shade of yellow outline the iris.
Like most women, Sophie’s least favorite aspect of her body would be her thighs. Though she never feels the need to watch what she eats, she subconsciously wishes her thighs were smaller.
There are only two known allergies: Chlorine and vinegar. Though both of these allergies are fairly severe, she still eats ketchup and pickles and has been known to go swimming on more than one occasion.
Sophie hates clothing. Sophie hates shoes. Sophie hates jewelry. In her perfect world, society would accept her enough to allow her to walk around in public in the nude. Unfortunately, this isn’t her perfect world and clothing is required for most activities.
Sophie has never cared about dressing fashionably. When she’s allowed, she goes nude and when she has to wear clothing, she dresses for comfort. Jeans, tank tops, sandals. Sophie absolutely hates sleeves and will almost never wear socks.




BODY TYPE: curvy, petite
HAIR: Long, curly, light auburn
EYES: Cerulean Blue
HEIGHT: 5’4
WEIGHT: 137
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Two piercings in each ear, left nipple piercing, and tattoo of a Celtic Tree of Life between her shoulder blades.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Two faint scares on her forehead that cross to make a “T”
PLAY-BY: Amy Adams

WEAR A SUIT LIKE MY OLD MAN,

Sophie was born on April 18, 1991 to Carson and Eliza Foster. After nine years of a perfect life with her mother, father, and older sister Lucinda, Sophie’s parents divorced. Her father moved out of the house but stayed in Dublin, while her mother, sister and she moved to Ontario. Her father has been completely disconnected with her family since the divorce was finalized.
A week after Sophie’s eleventh birthday, her mother was diagnosed with Focal segmental glomerulosclerosis- a terminal form of advanced kidney disease with no proper form of treatment. Her family’s life changed that day. Within three years both of her mother’s kidneys had completely shut down and she was doing full-on dialysis. Lucinda dropped out of school when Sophie was fourteen so that she could take care of their mother. Lucinda practically raised Sophie.
Fourth of July weekend when Sophie was fifteen, she went to her first party. It wasn’t a big party, but there was weed and alcohol. After getting her drunk to the point of immobilization, a twenty-two year old man whom Sophie had never met raped her. After threatening to kill her if she told anyone, Sophie kept quiet and has never told anyone about it. Two months later, she found out she was pregnant but miscarried.
After the rape, everything changed for Sophie. She started exploring with drugs and sex and partying. She was arrested twice; once for marijuana and once for stealing a neighbors car. After her mother sent her to boot camp in California for three months, Sophie decided that she didn’t want to be the type of girl who got arrested so she submerged herself in school.
When Sophie was sixteen, she fell in love and by the time she turned seventeen, she was engaged. On Christmas day when Sophie was sixteen, her uncle shot and killed himself in front of Sophie, her moth, her sister, her aunt, and her three cousins. Her fiancé broke up with her two weeks after spring break that year and Sophie hasn’t had feeling for anyone since then.
In February when Sophie was seventeen, her mother died and she moved in with her grandparents.

Staring at the clock, my hopeless blue eyes blinked away yet another tear; it was 4:00am. The ailing smell of the hospital room was nauseating and the constant sounds of the machines just seemed to intensify the empty feeling inside my stomach. Beep. Beep. Beep. Letting out a deep sigh, I averted my gaze to the seemingly lifeless body of my mother. Tightening my grip on her hand, I felt movement at the end of my fingertips. My eyes widening, I saw the pale blue color of my mother’s eyes for the first time in months. Tears began pooling from my eyes as I noticed my mother’s mouth forming into a comforting smile. As her breath slipped through the slight parting of her soft lips, she began to speak. “Sophie…” Hearing her speak my name for the first time in almost a year, reality suddenly became clear. The odds were against us; this very well might be the last time that we ever speak.
After a moment or two of near silence, disturbed only by the faint yet constant beeping of the machine, the only thing I could manage to say was “I’m sorry.” I wasn’t just sorry for all the problems that I had caused in my seventeen years of life, but also for this, right now. Her disease had never been so hard to bear. Trying to hold back from a complete meltdown, I tried to take a deep breath and blink the tears away. One of her long, pale fingers escaped from my grip and traced the top of my cheekbone, wiping away my tears. “It’s okay,” she tried to assure me, but I knew better.
Unable to hold back the tears any longer, I folded over and pressed my head against her chest. Over the sound of my own tears, I could only faintly make out the sound of her repeating the words, “I love you, baby. I love you..” Pulling back slightly, I looked into her eyes. “I love you too, mom.” After another forced smile, I returned to my seat and watched as my mother drifted off. This was by far the hardest thing that I would ever have to do. Grasping her hands as tightly as I could, the taste of salt produced from my own eyes filled my mouth. Beep. Beep. Beep. Her heartbeat seemed to slow down and even though I knew what was happening, I would never be prepared for it. Beeep. Beeeep. Beeeeep . I couldn’t control the tremors shooting down my body as I felt her pulse decrease more and more as each second passed, until the machine told me she was gone. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

HOMETOWN: Dublin, Ireland.
MOTHER: Eliza Marie Foster. 41 when she died. Sophie’s mother died when Sophie was seventeen. Sophie’s grandparents took her in until she turned eighteen.
FATHER: Carson William Foster. 42. Occupation unknown. Carson left Sophie and her mother when Sophie was nine years old. She hasn’t spoken to him since.
SIBLING(S): Sophie has one sister: Lucinda Marie Foster. 19. Nanny.
PETS: none

PACK UP ALL MY THINGS AND GET MY ASS OUT OF TOWN,

Sophie is a softie. She tends to care a little too much about everything. She certainly can take a joke and at times has a crude sense of humor, but when it comes to something serious, she is all in. Commitment is never an issue with Sophie, that is, unless you could ever be too committed. Whatever Sophie does, she does it fully whether it’s working at a photo shoot or working in sustaining a good relationship. Sophie loves people, loves life, and would probably do anything for anyone.
Sophie’s biggest downfall would probably be boys. Sophie likes boys. A lot. She tends to float from guy to guy because none of them are ever really serious in anything other than a physical relationship. If it’s not them, it’s her. She’s been known to break a few hearts and at times a nose or two. Sophie may look sweet, but after being used by multiple guys in multiple situations, she can certainly stand up for herself. She has a bit of a temper but usually does a good job at keeping that in check.
Sophie is quite affectionate and has a tendency to express her emotions through her actions. It is as if there is this subconscious need to be close to people, most likely stemming from the abandonment she felt from her family and past relationships.
Life is too short to not enjoy it and Sophie makes it a goal to not dwell over things that have happened in the past and live every moment like it’s the only thing that matters. Sophie learned at a young age not to fear what you cannot change. She lives for the moment and never has regrets. She may not be please with all of her decisions, but without them, she wouldn’t be the person that she is.
Sophie loves to have a good time and excels at anything that allows her to be creative. Sophie is also really good around people and can almost always convince others to see her point of view.




LIKES:

[/li][li]Photography.
[/li][li]Boys.
[/li][li]Music.
[/li][li]Minimal clothing.
[/li][li]Stimulating conversations.
[/li][li]Tangelos.
[/li][li]Being barefoot.
[/li][li]Fred, her guitar.
[/li][li]Old school Madonna.
[/li][li]Redheads.
[/li][li]Ludo.
[/li][li]Fiona Apple, her macbook.
[/li][li]New York.
[/li][li]Anything Orange.

DISLIKES:
[/li][li]Immaturity.
[/li][li]Mustard.
[/li][li]Baggy pants.
[/li][li]Cat litter.
[/li][li]Rude people.
[/li][li]Silence.
[/li][li]Vehicles.
[/li][li]Shoes.
[/li][li]Snow.
[/li][li]Anything monotone.
[/li][li]Authority.

FEARS: Dying and leaving everyone that she loves behind.
DREAMS: Sophie hopes to be a successful photographer and to one day have a happy marriage with lots of children.
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WE'VE GOT IT GOOD,

Hi, I'm Olivia and I've been around this world 18 times. I play Sophie and I found out about this site from Central High. I've been in this business forever . If you need to contact me, please do it through email or PM Oh, and by the way, code phrase here. Read the rules.

WHETHER YOU LIKE THIS TOWN OR NOT,

To say that Sophie loved parties would be way too much of an understatement. It would be more accurate to state that parties loved Sophie. She always seemed to find a way to cause some commotion that got everyone excited- sometimes this was good, other times she wound up half naked on the couch with no memory of the night before. Though this never prevented her from going to parties. Not at all.
Sophie didn’t spend a long time preparing for the party. She took a quick shower, blow dried her hair, and threw on a vivid yellow party dress. Not to casual, not to formal. It was like that perfect little black dress, except it was yellow. Slipping her feet into a pair of purple pumps, she headed for the door. The pumps would go as soon as she got to the party, but they were a nice accessory for the drive.
Closing and locking her front door, she began the short walk to her black, Mercedes-Benz SLK. Before she had moved out of her grandparent’s house, they bought her the car. It was practically the only gift she ever received from them and she only got the car because they didn’t want to have to drive her all over. Climbing into the car, she turned on the ignition and rolled down the windows. Sophie hated air conditioning- what could compare to the sweet smell of salt water and coconuts? As she backed out of the driveway, her right hand fidgeted with the radio until she found a song she liked. With a satisfied smile, she took off toward the liquor store.
”….I’d be lying if I told you, loosing you was something I could handle…”
Pulling into the parking lot, she turned off the car and made her way into the store. Glancing at the shelves of liquor, she finally decided on an array of vodka, tequila, Malibu rum, Hennessey, and three bottles of Jack. Sophie and Jack were close friends- no party would be complete without him. After flashing her fake I.D. and carrying the two paper bags out to her car, she began the short journey to Erik’s house.
Sophie had only been to Erik’s once, and they had jogged the entire way, but she was pretty certain she would be able to find it. I mean, it would be the only one on the black with a trillion vehicles outside…right? Making her way around the block twice, she finally found a parking spot two houses down from his. ”I guess this isn’t too bad.” She said to herself and she got out of the car, pulling the bags of liquor with her.
Reaching the front door, she could hear music blasting throughout the entire house as well as an array of voices. The adrenaline in her body seemed to jump as she walked through the open front door and took in the surrounding. People were grinding to the blaring music, people were chilling against the wall smoking a joint, people were playing beer pong. Everything seemed just how they should be.
Making her way through the crowd, she placed the bags on the kitchen counter where about half a dozen kids she had never seen before greeted her, and the alcohol, enthusiastically. Smiling, she left the alcohol with the minors and wandered around hoping to find one of two people: Milo, or Spencer.

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I KNOW IT'S SMALL BUT WITH A BIG HEAD,

Ellie made this application for * big city dreams. The lyrics are from the song Big City Dreams by nevershoutnever. Don't remove this part or claim this as your own.

[ELLIE]

Also, I must say that 'Fiona Apple' is awesome, as well as The White Tie Affair lyric reference.