Post by Sophia Foster on May 21, 2021 16:37:33 GMT -5
Sophia Foster
also known as "Sophie"
Female
Sixteen
Closeted AF
Student
Appearance
With blonde hair, green eyes, and a pretty face, Sophie is used to drawing the gazes of those around her. In fact, she thrives off of it. She never steps out of her room without a face of makeup, and she almost always carries it with her in case she needs any touch ups. She also keeps her outfits up to date and makes sure she doesn't gain too much weight.
Personality
Sophie doesn't consider herself a good person. She is shallow and dense and spoiled. At least, she is on the surface. She feels safer hiding behind a bitchy exterior. When she has any doubts about how to handle a situation, she opts for the most defensive option, regardless of who's involved. So far, no one has spent enough time with her to actually break past that façade.
She's not exactly a good person beneath that, either. She likes to think she's a bit better than she comes off, but she is cunning and manipulative, unfaltering in achieving her goals. She subscribes to the belief that with the right fake smiles or tears she can convince anyone of anything, including herself. So far it's worked for her too.
She's not exactly a good person beneath that, either. She likes to think she's a bit better than she comes off, but she is cunning and manipulative, unfaltering in achieving her goals. She subscribes to the belief that with the right fake smiles or tears she can convince anyone of anything, including herself. So far it's worked for her too.
Background
For someone so spoiled, Sophia has rarely actually gotten what she wanted. Let's start with the public bio! Sophia is the third child of Edward Foster. Her two siblings are over a decade older than her and they had already distinguished themselves when she was a child, leaving her with overwhelming expectations. She has gone to a boarding school since she was a child where she has received several marks on her record, but most of them are mysteriously glossed over.
Unfortunately, in her family the surface rarely tells the whole story. Her father was an arrogant businessman who needed control over his home life like he needed control over his business deals. His first two children fell in line nicely. They were polite and charismatic and ambitious. Then there was Sophia, who grew up watching her 'perfect' older siblings. Sophia was fundamentally different from them, though. For one, she was the child of one of her father's many mistresses. For another, she saw them as perfect porcelain dolls, poised and cold, and that was the last thing she wanted for herself.
In her quest to be different, she was determined to rebel everywhere her siblings just played along. Her father was many things, but patient wasn't one of them and her behavior was often met by a blunt fist. As a result, she learned to avoid her father as much as she could. She wanted a proper family, but she didn't understand how that could be possible.
Fortunately, keeping her distance was an easy task. For most of the year, she was shipped off to a boarding school, and when she wasn't there her father usually found other ways to keep her away from home. Eventually they came to a sort of silent understanding about each other's borders. She could do what she wanted and he'd keep her out of trouble as long as she didn't bother him too much on a day to day basis or cross a select few lines. After all, he only really wanted her as a figure head.
He had the perfect family as far as the public was concerned, and he wouldn't allow his youngest to be the one to mess it up. She was expected to maintain good grades, keep in touch with the latest fashion, and have a network of connections among important peoples' children at her school. It was pretty easy to trick them into being friends with her. She was pretty and had a lot of money. Popularity came naturally, especially when she was willing to get a bit dirty to keep any competition in line. Her bitchy exterior got in the way sometimes, but she knew how to vary it around people that actually mattered.
Despite the people she was constantly surrounded by, Sophia constantly felt alone. It wasn't like she could be honest with her friends. They looked up to her because they thought she had the perfect life. They could never be allowed to see the truth behind the made up face.
By the time she was in 9th grade, Sophie had had many boyfriends. Perhaps too many. But she had never believed in the feeling of fairy tale princesses being swept away by their prince charmings. The first time she did, she was surprised to find her prince charming was a girl. Jenny. She was one of the friends her father hadn't approved on, but Sophie didn't really care. She liked Jenny. There was something about the way her hair shifted over her shoulder like a shining raven's wing as she tilted her head back to laugh and the way light caught in her eyes.
One night, Jenny and Sophie were having a sleepover and had snuck a few drinks. They were braiding each other's hair - a childish frivolity in Sophie's opinion - when Sophie suddenly turned around and locked lips with Jenny. She was sure she'd never forget the flames that burst to light in her chest, flowing through her veins. And as she pulled away, the flushed contours of Jenny's face burned their place into her mind.
But then she thought of her dad. Of his reaction. Of the religion she'd been raised on. Whether she believed it or not, she couldn't take this path. She'd been fine without genuine love in the past. She closed off that part of herself and pushed Jenny away. She began flirting more with guys to compensate. All she knew was that she couldn't let the truth get out. Besides, over time she convinced herself it hadn't been the truth after all. She had been drunk that night and before that she'd been looking for someone to care about because she was so lonely. Any feelings were projected there, and they were probably twisted by her memory too.
In recent years, Sophie realized that even though she could buy whatever she wanted, she'd never been able to get what she really wanted. She wanted a real family. One that didn't just pose for pictures then go there separate waves. All the stories she'd heard of families that cared for each other come hell or high water were so foreign to her, but she was certain that that would make her happy. Unfortunately, it was an impossible dream. False hope had never gotten her anywhere, but she couldn't seem to shake the idea and she began to resent her father for his distance.
Unfortunately, in her family the surface rarely tells the whole story. Her father was an arrogant businessman who needed control over his home life like he needed control over his business deals. His first two children fell in line nicely. They were polite and charismatic and ambitious. Then there was Sophia, who grew up watching her 'perfect' older siblings. Sophia was fundamentally different from them, though. For one, she was the child of one of her father's many mistresses. For another, she saw them as perfect porcelain dolls, poised and cold, and that was the last thing she wanted for herself.
In her quest to be different, she was determined to rebel everywhere her siblings just played along. Her father was many things, but patient wasn't one of them and her behavior was often met by a blunt fist. As a result, she learned to avoid her father as much as she could. She wanted a proper family, but she didn't understand how that could be possible.
Fortunately, keeping her distance was an easy task. For most of the year, she was shipped off to a boarding school, and when she wasn't there her father usually found other ways to keep her away from home. Eventually they came to a sort of silent understanding about each other's borders. She could do what she wanted and he'd keep her out of trouble as long as she didn't bother him too much on a day to day basis or cross a select few lines. After all, he only really wanted her as a figure head.
He had the perfect family as far as the public was concerned, and he wouldn't allow his youngest to be the one to mess it up. She was expected to maintain good grades, keep in touch with the latest fashion, and have a network of connections among important peoples' children at her school. It was pretty easy to trick them into being friends with her. She was pretty and had a lot of money. Popularity came naturally, especially when she was willing to get a bit dirty to keep any competition in line. Her bitchy exterior got in the way sometimes, but she knew how to vary it around people that actually mattered.
Despite the people she was constantly surrounded by, Sophia constantly felt alone. It wasn't like she could be honest with her friends. They looked up to her because they thought she had the perfect life. They could never be allowed to see the truth behind the made up face.
By the time she was in 9th grade, Sophie had had many boyfriends. Perhaps too many. But she had never believed in the feeling of fairy tale princesses being swept away by their prince charmings. The first time she did, she was surprised to find her prince charming was a girl. Jenny. She was one of the friends her father hadn't approved on, but Sophie didn't really care. She liked Jenny. There was something about the way her hair shifted over her shoulder like a shining raven's wing as she tilted her head back to laugh and the way light caught in her eyes.
One night, Jenny and Sophie were having a sleepover and had snuck a few drinks. They were braiding each other's hair - a childish frivolity in Sophie's opinion - when Sophie suddenly turned around and locked lips with Jenny. She was sure she'd never forget the flames that burst to light in her chest, flowing through her veins. And as she pulled away, the flushed contours of Jenny's face burned their place into her mind.
But then she thought of her dad. Of his reaction. Of the religion she'd been raised on. Whether she believed it or not, she couldn't take this path. She'd been fine without genuine love in the past. She closed off that part of herself and pushed Jenny away. She began flirting more with guys to compensate. All she knew was that she couldn't let the truth get out. Besides, over time she convinced herself it hadn't been the truth after all. She had been drunk that night and before that she'd been looking for someone to care about because she was so lonely. Any feelings were projected there, and they were probably twisted by her memory too.
In recent years, Sophie realized that even though she could buy whatever she wanted, she'd never been able to get what she really wanted. She wanted a real family. One that didn't just pose for pictures then go there separate waves. All the stories she'd heard of families that cared for each other come hell or high water were so foreign to her, but she was certain that that would make her happy. Unfortunately, it was an impossible dream. False hope had never gotten her anywhere, but she couldn't seem to shake the idea and she began to resent her father for his distance.
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