Sophie Elise Foster.

[ohholivia]

Character Name: Sophia Elise Foster.
Nickname(s): Sophie to some, Ellie to others.
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen.
Grade: Senior
Former School: Lincoln
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Rebel
Weight: 127 pounds
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Appearence:

Sophie is very petite. She stands at five foot four and weighs 127 pounds. Though her body is athletic, she is very small. Her auburn hair is long and curly, and she almost always wears it down. She tends to dress casual, jeans and a tank top but she absolutely hates clothing. Her eyes are a bluish-green depending on the light and she prefers not to wear makeup. She has both of her ears pierced twice, her navel is pierced and so is her life nipple. A small black music note is tattooed behind her right ear.

When she was seven, she was playing an epic game of hide-and-go-seek with her neighbor when she ran into the tailgate of a pickup truck. This incident cut a huge gash in her forehead and the scar is still there if you look hard enough. When she was nine, she crashed on her bike and sliced off her left kneecap. Though Sophie is a pretty mild-tempered girl, she doesn’t like to be treated badly and numerous scars on her body prove that she isn’t afraid of putting someone in their place.

Personality:

Sophie loves photography. She hopes to someday become a professional photographer. Her favorite fruit are tangelos. Sophie loves music, especially bands like Nirvana and old school Madonna. She has a macbook named Fiona Apple and Sophie is rarely ever caught without her. Music has always been important to sophie. She sings, plays five instruments, and writes her own music. Fred, her guitar, helps with this.
Some things that Sophie doesn’t care for include snow, silence, vehicles, cat litter, baggy pants, shoes and authority. Sophie is allergic to vinegar and chlorine, so she makes it a habit to stay away from mustard, ketchup, pickles and public pools.
Growing up on the west coast, Sophie has always been interested in New York. She hopes to one day travel the world. Though she is labeled as a rebel, she would fit in as an average hippie. Sophie hates clothing, hate wearing shoes, and is very strong in her political views. Intelligent people interest Sophie and she thrives from stimulating conversations. Once, when she was fifteen, she was told that redheads were intimidating. Since then, she’s loved redheads.
Sophie enjoys challenges. She’s fun and spunky and couldn’t care less about impressing people. She lives her life for her, not anyone else. Being a single straight woman, Sophie loves boys. In her seventeen years of life, she has had two serious relationships and in both cases she was dumped because she wasn’t good enough. Needless to say she might have some attachment issues.

History:

“She’s blue! Why is she blue?!?”
“Mrs. Foster, the doctors are doing all that they can. Her leg is wrapped around her neck and it’s preventing her from getting enough oxygen.”
“What do you mean? She’s not breathing?!?!?”
“Mrs. Foster, please relax.”
“How can I relax when my baby isn’t breathing?!?!?”
Nine years later.
“I’m sorry, Sophie. It’s just what I have to do. Mommy and I don’t love each other the way we used to.”
“But why are you leaving, Daddy? Don’t you love me?”
“It’s not that easy.”
Two years later.
“Hey Sophie?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I talk to you?”
“Sure. What’s up, mom?”
“I just got back from the doctors…”
“Yeah…?”
“I…I’. sick, baby.”
“What do you mean?”
“He said my kidneys have shut down, and the disease is spreading through my body.”
“…..what….what does that mean?”
“He said there’s nothing they can do.”
“What do you mean there’s nothing they can do? They’re doctors! They’re supposed to help you!!”
“Not this time Four years later.
“What are you doing? Get off of me!”
“Come on, baby. I know you want it.”
“Get off of me!!”
“Just shut up, Sophie.”
“Leave me alone!!!”
“Stop fighting me or I’m going to make this harder on you.”
“Please, leave me alone.”
“Shut up.”
“It hurts..please!!”
“I said shut up!”
“Somebody help me!!!”


Two years later.

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.

Sample Rp:

Letting out a soft sigh, he pulled the negative out of the solution and hung it up on the wire. Carson Elijah Foster was his name. Eli had been working for months on band covers, and he had extremely high expectations for his photos. Taking a step back, he examined the array of black and white photographs hung side by side on the small black wire. Cocking his head slightly, Eli took a step towards one of the 5 by 7 prints. “Hmm…why is that there?” His long fingers traced over the photo, examining a small black blur in the center of the open field. Yanking the picture off of the wire, he crumpled it in his hands and tossed it into the wastebasket behind him. Turning back to his photos, his vivid green eyes gave them one final glance before he made his way out of the small room and up the basement stairs.
Arriving at the top of the stairs, he opened the door. The house was quite large in size. It had six bedrooms, six bathrooms, a den, a full kitchen with a breakfast nook, a formal dining room, a family room, and a full utility room. There was a swimming pool and spa out back, and a three car garage. The Foster family had a motor home as well as a boat. The house had two stories and a complete basement that he used as a photo studio.
Glancing around, Eli realized that he was the only one home. “Great.” He sighed, wandering to the back patio. A simple pair of ripped up blue jeans adorned his toned body. Though it was March, the weather had already gotten pretty warm, which was quite nice considering the fact that his addiction required him to physically be outside. Pulling a small black and blue box from the planter, he crushed the small camel in the filter and placed the cancer stick in between his lips. Smoking was not something he was proud of, but it definitely made life a little less stressful. Inhaling, Eli ran a slender hand through his shaggy, chocolate hair.
From the looks of things, it was going to be a very nice weekend- which was pretty common in L.A. Maybe he’d take Reagan to the beach. Rea was everything he could ever desire in a soul mate. She was inelegant, caring, respectful, sweet, passionate. There was no greater feeling that walking up to the one you love. Yes, it was love and even though they were still quite young, Eli was certain that he would never feel for another person the way he felt for Rea. She was his sunshine, his hope.
Snapping out of the slight daze he took another drag of his cigarette. Feeling the vibration of his phone, Eli’s bright green eyes darted down to his pants pocket. He pulled the cigarette from his lips and pressed it into the ground, ending its short life. After placing the half smoked cigarette back inside the box, he pushed himself up off of the cement and fished the phone out of his pocket. Reading who the message was from, he couldn’t help but laugh. Rea always seemed to know when he was thinking about her. This, lately, was quite often. After reading the message, he slid his fingers over the keyboard. His words were short and sweet, but got the point across.
’Ya, I got most of them done. I love u. Come over.’
It was nice when Eli was left alone, and this wasn’t unusual for the nineteen year old. He attended The Art Center College Of Design during the week and since his parent lived so close to the campus, he stayed home on the weekends. Hearing the ring of the doorbell, his green eyes averted to the front door. “I wonder who that could be…” Striding towards the front door, he stretched his arms above his head, revealing the true length of his 5’11 body. After one final sigh, he wrapped his fingers around the knob and pulled it open.
“Hello?”

Celeb:

Isla Fisher.

Picture:

Out Of Character:

Olivia. Old enough. A long time. E-mail: [e-mail]
I check it every day. =]

[( shannon )]

Wow, that was a really unique way to do the history.
I could really like feel the intensity!

I would ask you to add more to the personality and appearance,
but it's obvious you have a good grasp on the character, so accepted!