Post by lis on Apr 21, 2010 23:07:51 GMT -5
[/font]SOPHIE MARIE LAWSON !
{And baby, take it off
Checkered thighs on a pretty pawn
This vicious velvet ain't enough
So baby, make a move
My neon eyes are set on you}[/center]
Name: Sophie Marie Lawson
Nicknames: SML, Sophs
Age:16
Usergroup: Soc
Sexuality: Bisexual
Birthday:October 31, 1993
If you feel so empty so used up
Likes :
animals, people, talking, reading, writing
Dislike:
snakes, spiders, the war between socs and greasers, fighting, people who hurt her friends.
Strengths:
being nice to everyone, schoolwork, making friends
Weaknesses:
hiding her feelings, temper, her sweet tooth.
Distinguishing Scars/Marks: N/A
so let down if you feel so angry
Overall Personality: Sophie is a very sweet and kind person. She is part of the Socs, but she tries to be friends with everyone. She hates to see the fighting that is going on with the Greasers and the Socs. She's very smart and she loves animals. She is also very loyal to her friends and does everything possible to help them out when they're in need.
Sophie has problems dealing with her temper and hiding her feelings. Some may say that they are pretty much the same, but in some cases they're not. She'll try really hard not to cry or show any other emotion than happiness. She likes to be known as the happy girl that everyone loves. And she's determined to keep it that way. But if you mess with her, then she'll snap right back at you, so you better watch out!
so ripped off so stepped on
History:
Sophie was born on Holloween night to her parents Patrick and Laura Lawson. She's oldest of four kids, having a sister, Sarah, and two brothers, Mason and Michael. She loves her siblings and would do anything for them. She grew up a good girl with good grades and nice friends. She always tended to stay away from the groups and she always liked to be friends with everyone.
She grew up with alot of pets and she loves all of them. She'll even take care of sick ones that she sees on the roads. Sophie will do anything to make anything/anyone happy and she won't stop until it is. She really doesn't like being rich, but the benefit of it mean she gets to have more animals, which she loves. Right now she only has cats, but she still loves them to death.
you're not the only one
How did you find us?:
Time Zone: Eastern Time
Rp Sample:
The redheaded girl sighed, shaking her head. How many times had she told her boyfriend that he was supposed to meet her at the doctors office? It was one of the most important days of their lives together. Riley Summers was going to find out if she was carrying a baby or not and she wanted her boyfriend, Michael Reed, to be there with her. She crossed her arms across her chest, thinking back to the night when she found out she might be pregnant.
Riley let out a small gasp, shaking her head. No, it couldn't be possible. She raced out of her bathroom and into her room, frantically searching her drawers for her records of her montly visits from Mother Nature. She finally found the small booklet and flipped through the pages, looking for the last time she had her cycle. She shook her head again. She was two months late. But how was that possible? Michael had always used a condom; she made sure of that. Her eyes stung, tears welling up.
She grabbed her cellphone from her bed and quickly dialed Michael's number. Once... twice... three times the phone rang. "Babe?" He answered, a yawn following. Riley looked at the clock on the dark wooden dresser next to her bed. '1:50' was the time, standing clearly in the dimness of the only light that was on in the room. The redhead choked back a sob, moving to sit on her bed. "Riley?" Came Mike's worried voice.
"I think..." She trailed off, starting to sob. "Oh, Mike! I'm so scared."
"What's going on, Riley? Do you want me to come over? 'Cause I'll be right there, baby." She could hear shuffling at his end of the line and she knew he was panicing. That's what he did. Riley knew he really cared about her and she cared deeply for him. She could just picture him hopping around the room, his phone resting on his shoulder as he hurried to get dressed to protect her from anything that could potently harm her.
"No... yes? Maybe, I don't know. Mike... I think I'm going to see a doctor." She sobbed some more, holding a hand to her mouth. She sniffed and rubbed the back of her hand against her nose, trying to stop the tears from falling.
"What's wrong? Are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital, Riley. I swear that I'll be there in ten minutes max."
"Michael, I think I may be pregnant..."
Riley snapped out of her memories and turned her head towards the opening of the door. A young man with blonde hair and green eyes walked in, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. "Mike!" She cried out in relief, standing up from her seat and rushing over to him. She threw her arms around him, planting a kiss on his soft lips. "Where were you? You know how important this is!" She glared up at him, placing her hands on her hips while she waited for him to respond.
Riley let out a small gasp, shaking her head. No, it couldn't be possible. She raced out of her bathroom and into her room, frantically searching her drawers for her records of her montly visits from Mother Nature. She finally found the small booklet and flipped through the pages, looking for the last time she had her cycle. She shook her head again. She was two months late. But how was that possible? Michael had always used a condom; she made sure of that. Her eyes stung, tears welling up.
She grabbed her cellphone from her bed and quickly dialed Michael's number. Once... twice... three times the phone rang. "Babe?" He answered, a yawn following. Riley looked at the clock on the dark wooden dresser next to her bed. '1:50' was the time, standing clearly in the dimness of the only light that was on in the room. The redhead choked back a sob, moving to sit on her bed. "Riley?" Came Mike's worried voice.
"I think..." She trailed off, starting to sob. "Oh, Mike! I'm so scared."
"What's going on, Riley? Do you want me to come over? 'Cause I'll be right there, baby." She could hear shuffling at his end of the line and she knew he was panicing. That's what he did. Riley knew he really cared about her and she cared deeply for him. She could just picture him hopping around the room, his phone resting on his shoulder as he hurried to get dressed to protect her from anything that could potently harm her.
"No... yes? Maybe, I don't know. Mike... I think I'm going to see a doctor." She sobbed some more, holding a hand to her mouth. She sniffed and rubbed the back of her hand against her nose, trying to stop the tears from falling.
"What's wrong? Are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital, Riley. I swear that I'll be there in ten minutes max."
"Michael, I think I may be pregnant..."
Riley snapped out of her memories and turned her head towards the opening of the door. A young man with blonde hair and green eyes walked in, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. "Mike!" She cried out in relief, standing up from her seat and rushing over to him. She threw her arms around him, planting a kiss on his soft lips. "Where were you? You know how important this is!" She glared up at him, placing her hands on her hips while she waited for him to respond.
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