Post by Sophia Dawn Livington on Jun 11, 2010 20:22:24 GMT -6
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sophiadawnlivingtonbonjour, my name is LANI. i've got SIXTEEN
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for FIVE YEARS and i live in the EASTERN timezone. to contact me try …JUST PM.
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name , Sophia Dawn Livington
nicknames , none
age & date of birth , October 17 -- 21
gender , female
sexual orientation , heterosexual
occupation , stable hand (parolee)
played by , lara jade
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height , 5’4
weight , 118 pounds
basic appearance, Just by looking at Sophia, most would say she was either “emo” or “scene”. She was neither, and she would never be caught dead with blue hair. Her hair is naturally black and also, naturally straight. There is nothing extremely special about her hair and she didn’t strive to put it up in the morning like some girls. Her hair goes halfway down her chest. Though there’s nothing special like pretty colors or weird ways of her wearing her hair, she has had compliments saying it’s beautiful so she just hopes they aren’t lying to her.
Her eyes are an interesting dark blue with some green mixed in at places, but just glancing at her you’d call them blue. She has a nice oval shape to them and it’s true, the favorite part of her body is her eyes. She usually adorns them in eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow which just makes the blue pop even more. She learned to do her eyebrows from her cousin (who does them professionally) so she does her own. Her eye lashes are about medium length, not too noticeable but not unnoticeable.
Sophia’s lips are regular and since she wears no lipstick or lip gloss, they never really stand out. Unlike some girls, she wasn’t blessed with pretty colored lips. Hey, she isn’t Aphrodite after all.
Her body, on the other hand, is toned and if you had to arm wrestle her, you’d find out. One of the good things about her body though, is you can’t tell she’s toned unless she’s using her muscles or she’s wearing a bikini. Since she’s been in jail a few times, the only thing that really kept her sane was working out in the yard. It was the only thing they really let you do because you couldn’t really hurt anyone by doing a push-up.
She does have curves, just not as soft as the cover girl has. She’s more toned in the arms and since she’s not a horse back rider, her thighs are about normal sized, believe it or not. She is a pretty light woman so her boobs aren’t anything terrific, though big didn’t always get the guys. Her backside, toned but nothing special. No Shakira ass shaking for her.
physical flaws, Even though some would call her a pretty girl, there are flaws about her. For one, she thought about being a model at one time but was turned down. They had no problem pointing out the little things, but they added up. She was too short, for one. 5’4 was not tall enough to make it in the modeling world usually so that would be one flaw she has. Her nose is sort of short which makes it look stubby at some angles.
Her arms look weird in some dresses or sleeveless shirts because she does have more upper arm muscles then most girls her size so she’s sort of disproportioned with her arms. Another thing kind of noticeable is if you look at her arms, you can tell she works out… if you look at her legs, they look like she doesn’t. She has decided to work on that but it’s only obvious if she wears short shorts.
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likes ,
-Dogs
-Cars
-Alcohol
-Boys
-Traveling
dislikes ,
-Horses, ironically
-Bugs
-Rules
-Her family
-Shy people
overall personality , ”Now, before you begin to read this I want you all to know, they made me write my personality down in the Big House, said it would help me better understand myself. Bullshit. I already know I’m freaking crazy, though no one can prove it medically, I know I’m different and I’m not right in the head. But that’s why I’m so much fun. No one really knows how to handle me in bad situations and I must say, I do love watching them squirm. Well, here it goes.
I know better then anyone that I’m an angry person. It doesn’t take much to piss me off and I have trouble controlling my emotions. I understand that, ok? But don’t try every damn thing in the fucking book to piss me off, just to see if I actually punch you. Because I will. And I’ll have fun doing it. Rule number one with Sophia, don’t piss me off. We’re already on the road to friendship.
Some people call me mean, I say I’m misunderstood. I’m not mean, I’m just honest and if I hate you and want to attack you in your sleep, I will probably tell you and more then likely get a restraining order. That’s ok with me, just know that I’m misunderstood and it’s the outer exterior shinning when I’m trying to protect my inner self… or some shit like that. I don’t know, that’s how my mother explains me to people.
I’m a careful person, which is sort of funny if you think about it because I got caught stealing a Ferrari. Irony in the works. But seriously, I’m a careful person. If I’m at a party where I don’t know some people, I usually won’t drink alcohol and I won’t drink anything that’s already open. I’m also really careful to not make friends with people I will either never see again or who don’t rub the right way with me at the first meeting. I don’t date a guy unless I want to get to know him more; but I will have sex with them if they’re sexy enough. That’s just how I am.
I’m untamed, which is why rules for me are like… suggestions. Same with laws. I just… can’t follow them to save my life. It’s not that I’m dense, I just don’t like to listen. My ears are on automatic off, forever. Which is really weird because they said at my last hearing I have two options; work at a stable or stay in jail another two years. I picked jail, they said the stable. I said I thought I had a choice, they said they were just being polite to offer jail. Moral of the story? Judges suck.”
Some basically, to sum up Sophia she’s wild, crazy, funny, careful, easily angered, a little bitter, and maybe a little lonely, though she’d never admit it in her own words. If you don’t mess with her, she will disregard you and you’re safe. If you decide to try to befriend her… well, good luck.
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hometown , Seattle, Washington
family , Roger Livington (Father) – 51 – Realtor
Jenna Livington (Mother) – 48 – Anatolian Shepherd breeder
Mark Livington (Brother) – 19 – Student
pets , Her mom promised to bring her Anatolian Shepherd, Brewer, to her sometime soon.
history ,
Birth-fifteen
Sophia had a relatively normal life; her dad was a very famous realtor in Seattle and her mom bred a rare type of dog. They were never short of money, though they were never spoiled rotten. All in all, her family was a nice one to grow up in. But from when she was little, Sophia was more of a loner and had a bit of a temper. Her family sent her to a therapist when she was fourteen but it was like she was a mute; she never spoke to the woman. The lady wasn’t even sure she could talk. Sophia knew it pissed her parents off but that’s what made her life interesting.
Sixteen
When she was sixteen, two major events happened in her life. One, she joined an Automotive Service class where she was the only girl and two, she had her first trip behind bars. The latter was after her sophomore year though. At first, all the guys whispered, asking if she was gay or just a really weird girl who decided to work with cars. All it took was a boy trying to touch her ass and it was soon very apparent, though she was a girl, don’t mess with her or you get messed up. Let’s just say the boy went to the nurse and the whole class had a good laugh. She was welcomed as one of the guys after that. She was one of the best in the class because she was actually interested in cars. About a month after school ended though, she was caught joy riding. Technically, she had a permit so she only went to juvie over night and her license was pended until she turned eighteen. It had given her a rush though… and the next time she got in trouble, she would be staying longer then overnight.
Eighteen-Nineteen
Once she finally got her license, she could finally actually look for a job as a technician. It’s a requirement to get a job at a car garage that you have to have a license so instead of getting one before she turned eighteen, she had to wait until after. But before she was hardly two months into being nineteen, she was in trouble. Again.
See… there was this really nice Ferrari outside a nice restaurant that she happened to be walking by. Something just came over her, she had to drive it. It had the keys in it and the owner was talking on the sidewalk to some friends and Sophia, well, Sophia took her chance. She jumped in the driver’s seat and took off. It was a stick but thankfully, so was her old Mustang so she knew what to do. The problem was the person in the truck was drunk and well, they crashed. The car was totaled, and she was sent to jail for a five year sentence. There goes her new job…
Twenty-present day
Instead of brooding away in her own self pity, Sophia used her time in confinement working on her muscles and wondering about life outside of bars. During her second year of imprisonment, the judge asked for a hearing with her. Sophia was surprised. She wouldn’t even be considered for parole until she had done three years. She went, with little enthusiasm.
“Alright, Livington here’s the deal. There’s a stable that’s looking for people to work. I offered you. They agreed. So it’s either, stay here and hope in a year you get parole but it’s highly unlikely, or you go work there.”
She leaned forward into the mic. “A stable? With horses?”
“Yes, Sophia. Usually stables have horses.”
Sophia blinked. “I’ll take jail for four hundred.”
The judge sighed, “This isn’t Jeopardy. And actually, you don’t have a choice. You go whether you want to or not.”
“What was the point of asking?”
The judge smiled, “I like making people think they chose my offer.”
And with that, Sophia was off to be around horses, which she didn’t like in the least. They scared her sometimes, though she’d never admit it.
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roleplay sample ,
[[ Sorry it’s Harry Potter! ]]
”Listen here, sir. My Father is a very powerful man. You might know the last name, Jackson, yes? If I say I’m here for him, you damn well better believe I’m here for him or you will find yourself faced with some very daunting people.” The growl protruding from the girls’s mouth was enough to frighten any old shop keeper in Hogsmeade; including the owner of the Hog's Head. And he most certainly decided to cooperate once the words left the darling little Andee's mouth. ”Yes ma’am… You can tell your dad he's welcome here anytime.” The look on his face and the way he was talking made it very obvious to Andrea, better known as Andee, that she had got exactly what she wanted; she had at least made it clear no one said no to her family and got away with it.
It wasn’t hard for Andee to sneak out of the castle. The Hogwarts staff had forgotten with years of all of the escape routes that students could take. She had been in favor of using the one in the Room of Requirements when she was in school. It was the hardest to find after all. All she had to do was walk in front of it and say she needed a way to get to Hogsmeade and she was home free! ”I’ll make sure my Father knows how willing you were to agree. Good day.” And with that, she took her five foot seven frame and walked out the front door, slamming it behind her. She skipped a little, acting like the innocent little girl who just got lost and was asking for directions at the dirtiest part of the village.
Innocent, hah! Anyone in the school who knew her or of her would be quick to say a wolf with a sheep in its mouth was more innocent then her. Two words that were the exact opposite of her were innocent and nice. Andee picked back up her, I’m-walking-here-get-the-hell-out-of-my-way gait as she strolled down the streets, stopping at the Quidditch store to look around. ”May I help you, ma’am?” She looked behind her to see a mid-aged man speaking to her. ”Mmm, yes. I need the best polishing grease you have.” Her voice sounded like a purr that would come from a mountain lion. Dangerous, yet you wanted to hear it again.
"The most expensive?" Andee looked at him and laughed. "Yes. Think of it this way. I ride my broom everyday. And if it doesn't look perfect, I don't look perfect. And I never look anything but perfect." There came that purr again. This one sounded almost like a threat though. Almost like... get me the damn polish or I'll wring your throat. The man just smiled a nice looking smile and went to a shelf near the back, walking back to her. "Here you are, madam." He handed it to Andee. She took it in her hands and gave him a smile. "Put it on Jackson's tab."
She walked out of the store with an all but greedy look on her face as she walked along the street once again. She sat down on a bench outside a store, watching the people passby, a smirk plastered on her innocent little face. It was good to be a Jackson. Maybe she would go get some ice cream, meet up with some of her friends. It would be hard to find them, they were always up to trouble. Everyone knew they weren't very different when it came to a bunch of Slytherins after all.
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to lily allen.
