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Sofia Beckett
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Sofia Beckett
« Thread Started on Jul 14, 2007, 12:19am »

About You

Name: Lille
Age: 17
Gender: Female
RP Sample:

Stepping delicately into the living room of her relatively new home, Sofia was completely engulfed in silence. She closed the door behind her, listening to the faint click of its inner workings before slowly turning the lock. The silence was already deafening; a superior contrast to the rioting and noise on the other end of the city.

Walking home had been bland, emotionless. But now that she was home and in the same, familiar environment with the same, familiar patterns, Sofia felt a sudden rush in her chest. She felt shallow-hearted and for once seemed to have too much oxygen for her small body. She stood, her back pressed up against the wooden door, and stared at the inside of her house, all scattered and disorganized.

A cup of tea remained on the kitchen table where she ate breakfast that morning before walking into town to run her usual errands. She had only been sitting at that table, in that chair now pushed askew in her rush to get dressed, an hour ago. It had only been a single hour. He had already been gone and she was unaware, just going about her business like it was a typical day. How could she be so foolish and blind to the potential uproar of the citizens and supporters of Richard?

Now, as she stood staring at the teacup, Sofia felt everything hit her at once. A tingle grew in her chest until she let out a gasp and tore her gaze away from the kitchen. Her eyes were burning, suddenly, and she felt her heart begin to beat faster than before, slowly increasing its tempo as her heart tore. Pulling a hand up to her face, Sofia covered her eyes and bit down on her lower lip in attempt to swallow down the distress threatening to break from her throat. She was unsuccessful, though, and a mangled cry escaped her thin lips as tears began to flow from her dark blue eyes.

How could this happen? Everything had been wonderful, perfect even. Just the other day they had been debating on the price of fruit in the Square. It was such a simple topic, not even worthy of discussing. There was no serious matter to it, no monumental change or inspiration would draw from such a simplistic, common conversation. At the time it felt intense, though on a sweet level, and full of laughter. There had been laughter... humor... that good feeling that crawls into your stomach when you know you are spending time with someone you have genuinely come to like.

But now it felt like a sin. How dare Sofia have talked about the price of fruit when she could have queried him on all the questions that had run through her mind over and over again. All those times she pushed a question back because she didn't want to make a fool of herself or suffer through an awkward silence... that chance was gone now - it had slipped through her fingers when she was still lying asleep in bed, dreaming the most pleasant of dreams.

Sofia's emotions did not take their time building up and exploding into a wreck of chaos; she had used up her succession during the walk home. Now the idea finally struck the right chord and almost sent her into a panic. She hated death more than she hated anything else. She feared it more than she feared being sent to perish for her sins, if you could call them that. The thought that Sam was somewhere she couldn't reach him was terrifying. He was one of the only people she had grown to trust, save Cass, and now that he was gone she felt this horrible emptiness in the pit of her stomach.

The tears did not request permission to fall anymore; they simply began flowing from her eyes, leaving pale traces on her soft cheeks. Her eyes grew brighter, though she felt worse than ever before, and she pushed her palm so forcefully against her face that her head began to ache. After a few seconds, her sadness turned into a full-blown panic. She felt short of breath and began to sob, her tears falling quicker and her small body quivering.

"Why..." she began to murmur between gasps and tears. Her voice escalated slowly, and after several repetitions she screamed the question at the top of her lungs. Her eyes fluttered open to stare at the ceiling, as though it would rain down with a response that made sense, but closed back before any divine intervention could even consider making itself known.

Putting her hands back over her face, Sofia slipped down to the ground, her back still to the door, and pulled her knees up to her chest. She remained there for over an hour, crying into her palms and trying to make herself as small as physically possible. She wanted to disappear, to just evaporate and never come back. She hated death, and she hated the loneliness she felt pounding in her chest.

Each heartbeat reminded her that someone she loved was gone and wasn't coming back this time. Nobody would scoop her up in their arms and tell her it was going to be okay. It was a horrid repetition of her mother's death. Nobody had been around to comfort Sofia when she found her mother on the bed, cold and stiff without a breath of life. Now, although she had not found a body, the news cut through her like a knife and left her crying alone, small and helpless, on the wooden floor.

Your Character

Name: Sofia Beckett
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Income Tier: III
Profession: Waitress, aspiring actress
Celebrity: Natalie Portman

Personality:

Flirtatious and charming, Sofia is quite the little vixen when approached by one she finds attractive or curious. Having been blessed in the beauty department, Sofia can often snag the majority of men that cross her path if she so desires. Her sweet laugh and seemingly innocent gaze have caught many a man off-guard, charmed and intrigued in the young brunette. Luckily for her, being a beautiful and almost seductive waitress has given way to several pricey tips at the end of the day.

She stops at hardly anything to get what she desires, even if that includes knocking down a few speed bumps that get in her way. She is not greedy over the rest of the human race; however, she sees the world in a fashion to appeal to herself and those she loves, not the entire population. Sofia could not really care less about strangers that she has not interacted with. They are not worth her time, and she simply waves them off like whispers in the wind unless they strike her fancy.

Her aura is a naturally happy and playful one; although work is a necessary evil, Sofia tries to make the best out of the dark situation. Her laugh is melodic and her sense of humour, though a hint skewed, is one of wit and charm all rolled into one. Her sarcasm is not typically meant to cause harm, but to cause laughter. Sofia loves being the center of attention and bringing smiles to a person's face, even if it is for selfish reasons. It seems to boost her ego, which is a little bit too high, and gives her a sense of self-assurance that she desperately needs each and every day.

Although she is cheeky and a generally happy little mite, Sofia has her downfalls. She is not nearly as secure as she appears. Her lack of parental guidance growing up has churned in her life and driven her to become the person she is today. Her mother was not secure enough to pursue Sofia's father, and Sofia has, in turn, been wary of establishing a relationship. Her idea of love has always been physical, not emotional, and though she has had a single, long-term relationship, she still cannot quite grasp the concept of true love.

Nevertheless, she is not broken by any means. Her determination is unbeatable and she often steps up to the plate when an insult or challenge is thrown in her way. She prefers leaping over obstacles rather than avoiding them, hence her unwavering determination to pursue a career in acting, her passion. Her stubborn will and refusal to give up can find her to be a very difficult partner and friend, but most have learned to love her and let it go, even if she can be testy and arrogant from time to time without even trying to be.

Appearance:

Sofia stands at a mere 5'1" with a strong, slender body similar in stature to her late mother. However, rather than retain the stockier structure of her mother, Sofia seemed to have inherited a gene that gave her much smaller figure. All she can gather is that her father was quite the small man, but she never found out for certain. She also weighs in at a surprising light 105 pounds.

Her complexion is naturally light, though years of being in the sun gave her a seemingly permanent, gentle tan. Her almond-shaped eyes must also be kudos to her blood father, because they bare no resemblance to her mother. She has thin, dark eyebrows with a natural arch that take residence just above her mahogany eyes. Sofia has a small nose and average lips. Her dark brown hair occasionally grows lighter from being in the sun, but is typically a dark, sable tone.

With a small bust and rear, most would agree Sofia is a beautiful woman. And, whether it be good or bad, Sofia realizes this as well. Her metabolism is a blessing and keeps her from having to work out more than necessary. She isn't one to enjoy long walks or running on a treadmill, so thankfully she hasn't been forced into exercise by her physical body. This being said, however, she is not confiding a six-pack beneath those fitting shirts. She might be thin, but she is not trim or worthy of standing half-naked in a swim catalogue.

History:

Sofia was born into a family with nothing but a mother and aging grandfather to speak of. Leanne, her mother, worked as a maid in the local inn down the street barely making enough to live more than paycheck to paycheck. Her father, Sofia's grandfather, was always ill and lying in bed, hardly able to speak because of a disease slowly creeping its way through his throat.

Their home was small, a cottage at best with two bedrooms and a single bathroom. A kitchenette and living room occupied the additional rooms and there were two stairs descending from the front door down to the grass. The porch was hardly even worth speaking of, although Sofia spent a good deal of time there when she was a toddler. Their assets were practically worthless and the interior of the house was not one to be proud of. The family struggled to get by and it was obvious to everyone around them.

A good deal of Sofia's childhood was spent at the local inn. The owners were exceptional, an older couple with no children of their own that openly welcomed Sofia whenever Leanne could not find a daycare suitable and within walking distance of her work. More often than not, Sofia would spend her days in the lobby or a spare room, colouring and watching television or playing outside in the small courtyard around the back of the inn.

Sofia was only four when her grandfather died. Two months later, the house was gone and Sofia and Leanne moved into a free room at the inn. The rent was much lower and Sofia would have access to a school bus once she was old enough to start kindergarten. The set-up was lovely and Sofia spent the rest of her childhood years in the local inn she knew so well.

Life carried on pretty typically from there on out until Sofia was sixteen years old. She was not the most brilliant student but she passed each grade. Despite her mother's monetary depression, Sofia was relatively popular in middle and high school. She was gorgeous, for one, and her charm was hardly hidden from plain view. Sofia held boyfriends for a few months at a time, each time leaving them once she grew bored of the same old kisses and sweet nothings whispered in her ear.

Several months into her sixteenth year, Leanne was shot and killed in a drive-by on her way home from running errands in town. Sofia was almost instantly withdrawn from her usual perky, cheerful self. For what felt like eternity, she spoke to only the owners of the inn who took her into their custody to see her through her eighteenth birthday. Her mother had minute savings, but it was enough to keep Sofia on her feet for the next few months. She started working at the inn, doing the same job her mother used to do, and that suddenly became her life for the next two years.

School changed. She seemed to abandon her friends, not wanting anyone to bring up her mother in discussion. Sofia became ruthless, finding herself pushing her physical limits more and more in her love life. She lost her virginity only one month after her mother's death. After that, it seemed like a habit she couldn't restrain. It earned her the reputation of a whore, to say the least, and she began to grow more and more closed off from the world.

It wasn't until graduation that she finally began to wake from that awful slumber. Her grades were not good enough to put her into an ivy or state school. Once her mother had passed, Sofia ran her grades into the ground, barely scrapping by with a C at best. Since college was not an option, work was the next natural answer. Sofia decided she couldn't keep working for her caretakers, so she picked up a server job at a local restaurant in town. In the evenings, she worked shifts at a bar, getting away with serving alcohol despite being under the age of twenty-one. Life continued like this for four years, until she finally hit the age of twenty-two.

Sofia had always harboured a passion for theatre and acting. She was never in any school productions, but she was quite the comedic little actress around her friends and guests at the inn. She always had a knack for switching emotions, often proving in her favor on more than on occasion. Putting her money to good use, Sofia started saving up with plans to move to New York. Los Angeles would have been ideal, but New York had its perks.

That dream came true just before her twenty-third birthday. Sofia had secured enough to move into an apartment complex south of the big apple and start her attempt to bust into the acting business. She decided to come to the new state with a clean slate and open mind, and more perseverance than before. She resided in the fourth floor of a newly-renovated apartment complex with nothing but herself and a plant named Ichabod that makes for very pleasant company. So far, she has done nothing but secure a steady job as a waitress in a restaurant/pub on the northern side of her town, but her hopes are still high for making more of her life.

How did he/she get from the ship to the island?:

Sofia and Cass embarked on this journey together. On their way back from an evening of drinking and karaoke, the ship began to send them sprawling into the wall of the hallways near the common quarters. In attempt to discover what was going on, they ascended the stairs, only to be tossed once more. Sofia lost her footing during the sudden change of direction, sending her crashing into the cement stairs and cracking the back of her head.

Luckily she was still conscious and capable of walking, and followed Cass up and into the Grand Ballroom. The tossing and turning ended up separating them for a short while, but Sofia found her way back to him after a few minutes of chaos and panic. After taking cover and desperately attempting to stay awake and keep from breaking down, Sofia decided abandoning the ship was the best option. The vicious rocking had ended and despite the screams and pitch black interior, everyone was still in a blind panic.

Once she had convinced Cass that leaving the ship was the best option, the two made their way to the deck of the huge liner. They found rope and created a simple way to descend the boat and make their way to the shore where several passengers had already gathered.

Sofia only remained awake and conscious for a few minutes after her feet touched the ground. In a spell of light-headedness and loss of blood, she passed out on the beach and did not wake until morning. By the time she woke up, she only remembered boarding a cruise ship but had no recollection of the crash or hitting her head. You could call it a small bout of amnesia, if you want, or an extreme case of denial. Either way, she is convinced she is dreaming and is frighteningly calm about the situation.

Have you read Filling Out Your Application?: Yes
Who wrote it?: Me

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