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[apathy,]

If only you could run away, run away from what your parents have done. They told you if you didn't get married, they'd abandon you off in the middle of the woods. Allowing you to fend for yourself, and might just die. You take the easy way out, and marry the young fellow. It was time for you to settle down, time to get married and have kids.. What a disgusting thought, your only nineteen. At least you don't really have to talk to your mother and father, they bought you a house, it is nice, and beautiful. Room for three, three bed rooms... One for an office, one for a nursery, and then the master bed room. The house is perfect, but I hope you can get along with your new life long roommate.

~ This is sortta an old fashioned RP, make sure the pictures are too.
~ More than seven sentences per post.
~ this is a one times one, no one else may join.
~ Please re-read your posts. xD [ pet peeve ]
~ Star out cursing, you know the whole deal. :3

Characters.

Sophia Prophet Wright
Lighter Kyle Robison.

Current Status:
Light: Crushing
Soap: Crushing

[apathy,]

lιɢнтer ❝ light ❞ roвιɴѕoɴ

ɴαмe Lighter Kyle Robinson.
ɴιcĸ ɴαмe Light, Eli, Lit.
ɢeɴder Male.
αɢe "Eighteen." Nineteen.
orιeɴтαтιoɴ Pan-sexual - Bisexual
crυѕн None.
relαтιoɴѕнιp Married to Sophia.
нoмeтowɴ Born in that one place...

perѕoɴαlιтy

“How am I supposed to know what I am like?” Light is a rather, hard guy to describe. You may meet him, but then see him again, call him and see that he has an exactly different personality. The first time you meet him, he could be upbeat, fun to be around, and a joy to have sleeping over at your house. The second time, he could be an emotional wreck, with no care of the world, including you. Counting the times you see him on the streets, one time you pass him, he gives you a cute smile, or maybe even a head nod. The second time, he just might ignore you or hit your shoulder with his arm. It just depends on how he is feeling.

Although Light has different personalities, his main one is his annoying self. Finding out what makes you mad at him makes him annoy you even more when he is around you. Like, say you hate when someone messes up your hair. Once Light finds this out, he will mess you your hair every second you two are together. Light just doesn’t know when to stop, it could end in a little fight. Which he is aiming for in the first place, most of the time. Not a fist fight, more or less a little ‘playful’ fight. He enjoys these types of things, and he enjoys trying to work for someone’s attention. Getting someone to yell at him is what sparks something up, as long as it isn’t directed right for the heart, or how dumb he is. Once it starts to get to the core, he will walk away. Not say a thing until you say you are sorry. He is stubborn like this. He wouldn’t even acknowledge you if you were in the same room. -wip-

deѕcrιpтιoɴ

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вιoɢrαpнy

-wip-

This form is copy written to me,
next person who steals it,
I am reporting you. I made
it with my creativity, use
your own! I am sick and
tired of people not respecting me,
and my forms, stop stealing them!

[abandoned.]

wip :3 I'll paste my forms as soon as everyone leaves. It's hectic here >.<

[abandoned.]

"ιғ lιғe ιѕ α ғαιry тαle, тнeɴ wнere'ѕ мy нαppy eɴdιɴɢ?"

Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ?

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Sophia Elizabeth Wright
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I like being called Prophet. I don't know why. It just has a nice ring to it."
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Aɢᴇ: Nineteen Years Old | 19 Years Old
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 5th
Hᴇʀɪᴛᴀɢᴇ: American, a little Italian down the line

Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Oᴜᴛ, Oᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ Iɴ

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ: When someone first meets Sophia "Prophet" Wright, the words distant and unwelcoming are conjured.

When you first meet Prophet, she can seem a bit defensive and rude for reasons unknown. She for some reason has a hard time with trusting another. Maybe because of her history. But because of this, Prophet seems to be a cold girl with no feelings, when the opposite is true. No, Prophet is not a girl who opens up easily to others, at least not anymore, but she does attempt to let others through the barrier she has constructed and into her life. But this is difficult for her to do and she grows irritated by the fact, since she wasn't like this way before. She used to talk and socialize a lot more with friends and classmates and she used to care, but her life has taken a turn towards negativity and that girl has been buried away for the time being.

Once Prophet trusts you, she is actually a girl who likes to have fun. In fact, she's almost always up for fun. It doesn't mean she doesn't have a sense of responsibility, she just prefers having fun every chance she gets. She'll sneak out, go to parties, all that regular stuff that teenagers seem to enjoy. This is, of course, where the outgoing part comes in. Some close friends who've known Prophet for a long time would say that she was bold and daring, and sometimes stubborn. Prophet wouldn't even disagree with them, since she knows it's true. If you tell her that she can't do something, she'll go ahead and do it and prove you wrong. Though there are times that a logical part of her comes in and she decides against it.

Basically, if you give Prophet time and if you're patient with her, she'll eventually reveal the side of herself that she's buried. She'll introduce you to the side of her who isn't rude, who cares for her friends, and who can be vulnerable all at the same time.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Prophet grew up to have a pretty normal childhood. She was born into a loving family as an only child. She grew up to have many friends. Then, she turned fifteen. Prophet didn’t know much, she was still innocent. She was still careless. She thought everything was important. So one night, her parents needed to go out real quick and they left her alone with a trusted chaperone. An hour or so later, after they had left, a few police officers came to her home in the middle of the night. She was told to come to the hospital and she did. There, they told her that some people they believed to be her parents were murdered and they asked her if she could identify them. She could. After the funeral, Prophet’s strict grandfather came to live with her for a few months. At the end of that year, he told her that they were going back to where he lived. So that year, Prophet left behind her hometown and her friends and all memories of her parents, including herself.
Lɪᴋᴇs:
✔Children They're cute..
✔Piano I like the sound. Maybe I'll learn one day.
✔Violin I play the instrument. If I didn't like it, why would I play it?
✔The color lavender It's pretty.
✔Pears I don't know. It's a yummy fruit.
✔Mangoes Mangoes are delicious too...
✔Reading If the book grabs my attention pretty soon, I'll read it
✔Writing No, not stories. Just writing to...vent out feelings and whatever.
✔People who can do art I hold great respect for these people. I can't draw crap.
✔Puppies & Kittens If only I could have one
✔Annoying her grandfather You try living with him
✔Candy Who doesn't? Plus I get a sweet tooth every now and then
✔Tea This should've been listed at the top. I will not live without my coffee.
✔Emerald My birthstone
✔Lily of the Valley & Hawthorns Ironically, also my birth flowers
[color=purple]Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
✘Rude people Self explanatory
✘Spoiled People Er..look down. She got this started.
✘Her cousin Angie Look up
✘Not having her daily cup of tea Enough said.
✘ Homicide Er...personal experience
✘Grandfather I'm growing to like him...I guess.
✘Crying in front of others ...It's embarrassing. I don't think anyone likes crying in front of others anyways.
✘Liars Okay...yes...we all lie...but about something serious isn't fair
✘Cheaters Eh. You always get caught eventually. By your girlfriend or her friend.
✘Gossip It's stupid...but it does sometimes show the talked about person's true colors/
✘Alcoholics Who likes them?
Pʜᴏʙɪᴀs:
☠Letting her wall down
☠Appearing vulnerable
☠Seeing people who are dead.
Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs?: She tells everyone her parents died in an accident, but they were actually murdered. If she talks about it, she'll feel like crying. There are five days in which she allows herself to think of them: Mother's Day, Father's Day, their birthdays and then their anniversary, though she tries not to.
Fᴀᴛᴀʟ Fʟᴀᴡ: She hasn't really moved on from the fact that her parents were killed despite how hard she tries, there's always a part of her that won't let go and won't let her forget. Her whole demeanor has changed since she was fifteen. She used to be sweet and open to socializing whereas now she's shut down and finds it near impossible to relate to others. She probably can relate to others if she didn't keep pushing them away and keeping them at a distance. Only the ones who insist on staying near her are the ones she lets into her life and carefully constructed wall.
Hᴀʙɪᴛs:
ღTapping her pencil or frowning when she's in thought or trying to remember something
ღRaising her eyebrows when she's mildly amused
ღHaving a daily cup of tea to start and end her day
Sᴋɪʟʟs:
╰☆╮Arguing to get her point across
╰☆╮Violin
╰☆╮Debate
╰☆╮Convincing People
╰☆╮Taking care of kids
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
≉She's able to argue her point pretty convincingly
≉Determination
≉ Perseverance
≉Bold
≉Good listener
≉Patient
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
♋Procrastinating on things
♋Forgets things easily
♋Any eye color besides brown, especially blue or green eyes. I...don't know why.
♋She's extremely ticklish in certain areas
♋Hardly let's people into her life as much as before

Wʜᴏ I Cᴀʀᴇ Aʙᴏᴜᴛ

Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Rachel Brown Wright Deceased
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Austin Drew Wright Deceased
Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs: None
Sɪsᴛᴇʀs: None
Cᴏᴜsɪɴs: Angie I hate her.
Peter My favorite
Pᴇᴛs: None
Oᴛʜᴇʀs: Richard Brown My strict and stern grandfather whom I reside with..yay.

Lᴏᴠᴇ Lɪғᴇ

Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual | Straight
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Engaged/Married
Cʀᴜsʜ: Impress Her
Dᴀᴛɪɴɢ: No One
Eɴɢᴀɢᴇᴅ Tᴏ: Lighter
Mᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ Tᴏ: Lighter
Kɪᴅs: None

Dᴏɴ'ᴛ Sᴛᴀʀᴇ, Sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'6 to 5'7
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 124-126
Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Dark Brown
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Light Brown
Sᴋɪɴ Tᴏɴᴇ: Natural Tan
Bᴏᴅʏ Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs: None
Dɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ: "I think I'm rather plain looking. But if I had to choose, my eyes."

[apathy,]

Light crossed his arms staring at his work, the office was now complete like the rest of the house. He soon left the room to give a soft glance into the nursery, luckily, nothing was in there. Right now it was just a brown crib, and a brown dresser. The walls were white, and the carpet was white. The room looked so boring, yet he didn't want it to be occupied any time soon. He was still a little annoyed by the fact that he was married, he had only known her they day that they had gotten married. Which was like, a week ago. He hadn't grown used to her yet, and he barely knew the girl.

Giving a soft sigh he started off towards the living room, hoping to find Sophia at least, someone to talk to. Sophia Elizabeth Robinson? He bit his bottom lip, it was weird calling someone Robinson, he was actually embarrassed by his last name, or his name in general. He sat down on the couch and looked down at the dog resting his head on his knee. He patted the Golden on the head, he was a well trained dog, except he wasn't the best around guests. He would always jump no them and bite at their feet for a while.

[ Don't even read this. xD It is a fail. I am sucking at starting posts lately. ]

{ - mood iffy - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by no one - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions meh - } | { - crushing on no one - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

aka Prophet
"If life is a fairy tale, then where's my happy ending?"
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Sophia sighed irritably as she began unpacking her bags. She had only arrived a few minutes ago and was wondering how she had gotten into all of this. This whole thing was stupid to her. She had never planned on getting married. Ever. She would have been perfectly fine as a spinster. Okay...maybe not, since women weren't allowed to own property. All they were considered good for was house work and bearing children. Raising them as well. As if they weren't capable of doing their own work and managing their own property. They were the equivalent to property when you thought about it. So many damn expecatations.

A woman must not be intelligent, for it was considered unattractive. Well, what a shame. Sophia had, of course, gone against what her grandfather was trying to teach her about being a "proper young lady" to be "marriage material" and had spent every chance she got reading.

If a woman is over the age of sixteen, she is required to wear her hair up in a bun. How stupid of a rule was that? Sophia enjoyed wearing her hair loose. She simply thought it just looked better that way, instead of in a tight bun. What difference did it make anyways?

And their behavior? They were supposed to act fragile and they had to be "delicate flowers" as her governess had told her. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She could take care of herself. She was an independent and strong lady who didn't want or need anyone's help, unless she wanted it.

Letting out another sound of frustration, Sophia sat down on the edge of the bed. Sophia Elizabeth Robinson, she thought to herself, frowning at the name. It was so foreign. She was used to Sophia Elizabeth Wright, not Sophia Elizabeth Robinson. Sighing, Sophia sat there, staring straight ahead of her, at nothing in particular, her hands folded in her lap. She didn't know Lighter at all, hadn't even had the chance to court him. Why had her grandfather just...married her off like that? Perhaps because he had the feeling that she would find every possible way to get whoever it was courting her to not propose. Which, of course, her being her, she would've done. Having thought this, Sophia snorted lightly. Already, she was planning on ways to get this man to leave her. This man who she had only met on the day of their marriage. After all, it was in his power to divorce her. Her grandfather could do nothing about it, considering he wasn't here to watch her every move.

Having had this thought, Sophia smiled to herself, pleased, before she stood up. It would do her some good to explore her new home and perhaps find where her...her husband was. Sighing, she started with the living room, heading in that direction. Once she arrived, she paused, seeing Lighter and his-their?-Golden sitting there. There, she stood, awkwardly, not entirely sure on how to make her presence known.

((I had to read it xD meh. This is horrible. 3;))

[apathy,]

The house was so quiet, it was so lonely. The thought of having kids jut trespassed into his mind for a split second. But then the thought of the crying, and the waking up in the middle of the night. It happened more than once, he remembered his younger sister waking up around 11pm, then again at 2 am. He shivered at the thought, not wanting a child at all any more.

What was wrong with Sophia? She seemed so gloomy, like she didn't even want to be around him, he'd been here for a week. At least they didn't even go on a honey moon! The girl was very cute, her flawless skin. Her soft brown eyes, the long brown hair. She was stunning, she took his breath away. Her figure, too bad he had to ruin it by getting her pregnant later on in marriage. [xD sorry I just had to.] He had to at least carry on the family name. He knew that she couldn't stand him, and that he wasn't really trying. Maybe he could try harder, turn on the charm a little bit.

Except the fact that he barely knew her, and that he didn't know if she liked being flirted with. Or even grasped and pulled close to him. He was deep in thought, then the sudden warmth of the dogs head moved away. Rockit had made his way over to Soap, his nick name for her. Although, it wasn't like he was ever going to call her Soap. Hey, sweetheart. I was wondering where you were. Allowing a small smile to appear on his face it soon turned into a smirk. The woman was just amazing, flawless. In his mind, she had no flaw. Except for her personality. Damn, her personality put a black cloud above his head. She never even gave him a chance to win her over.

Scratching the back of his neck he bit his bottom lip, the one question that kept popping in his head was; Can't we just lie and make our parents happy at least? He just wanted to know, but he didn't have the courage to even ask her. In truth, she scared the crap out of him. He felt like if he said something funny, or showed his true self; she'd bit his head off!

Rockit

{ - mood scared - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by no one - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions meh - } | { - crushing on no one - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

aka Prophet
"If life is a fairy tale, then where's my happy ending?"
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Sophia still stood silently and awkwardly, wondering what to do and what to say. Maybe she could just...walk off and act as if she hadn't just been there? But then it would seem as if she was avoiding him. Then again, she sort of was trying to avoid the boy. Silences normally didn't bother her. She was used to silence. For some reason though, she felt like she had to say something.

Having just decided that she would just turn around and leave to go explore one of the rooms, Sophia saw that Rockit had already spotted her and was already making his way over. Well, now she had no choice to but to stay, considering the Golden had caught sight of her. She frowned slightly, but bent down once the dog arrived, so she could scratch him behind the ears.

Sophia was carefully keeping herself from looking towards Lighter. She kept her gaze focused on the dog in front of her, as if he was the most important thing in the world. Sadly enough, Sophia couldn't help but admit that Lighter was rather...good looking or attractive. She should've probably felt lucky to be arranged to this man, but she couldn't bring herself to feel that way. Why would she when she didn't know a thing about this man? She supposed she would have to just...learn along the way. But..he would expect her to bear his children soon enough. Maybe, before that could happen, they would be out of this whole mess anyways. Maybe she wouldn't even have to try.

Hearing Lighter finally speak, Sophia looked up, before she finally stood up slowly. She had heard the endearing term, but didn't say anything, instead forcing herself to hold her tongue. She nodded barely, "I was just finishing unpacking," she told him. "Did you want me to do anything..." she trailed off, momentarily forgetting what her husband's name was, before continuing her question, "...Lighter?"

((his nickname should just...slip out on accident one day xD Depending on when it is, Sophia might be "Soap? Hm. Creative."

[apathy,]

Light couldn't help but keep his eyes glued onto her, before catching her eyes as she looked up at him. Just the sound of being called Lighter. His teeth gritted together tightly as he gulped and replied. Uhh, Call me Light. Or even Kyle, please? Anything but Lighter... He pleaded scratching the back of his neck again he got to his full, six foot two self. He literally toward over people, normal men were just around six foot. Two inches taller, was intimidating. Coughing and fixing his collar of his white shirt he looked down at his black pants, and black socks. Erh, I don't really think there is anything to do... Do you want to go out to dinner? He questioned with a sly smirk, walking over to her.

Grabbing her close he pulled her close and passionately kissed her on the lips. A guy can dream, can't he? He licked his lips and softly passed her, biting his bottom lip from forcing himself not to even lay a finger on her. He walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets, finding nothing he looked at the time. It was only two in the afternoon, at least six more hours or so before they could go out to dinner. So, I was thinking; could we at least try to get along? And you not bite off my head like in my dreams? He laughed placing a hand over his mouth, did he seriously just say that? What was she going to do now? Slit his throat, chop off a hand? The violent thoughts ran though his mind, his heart beat rose a little higher. He could just see her standing there with a knife in her hands...

Rockit could feel the sudden stress in his master and he made his way into the kitchen. He rubbed his body up against him and licked his hand. My pants! He snorted brushing the dog hair off his pants, then rubbing the dog's head and stepping back a little.

Rockit [ Fail, again. One bad post, then a good one, and another bad one. ._. ]

{ - mood scared - } | { - relationship married - } | { - being crushed on by no one - } | { - location living room - }
{ - actions meh - } | { - crushing on no one - } | { - talking to Soap. - }

[abandoned.]

aka Prophet
"If life is a fairy tale, then where's my happy ending?"
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Sophia looked at him, watching as he seemed to get a tad bit upset. What? Had she said or done something wrong? Or was she just unbearable to live with already? Damn. If that was the case, that sure had been quick. But it hurt. She couldn't be that bad of a person could she? Wait, why did she even care if he thought of her as the last person he would want to be with?

Shaking her head and herself out of her thoughts, Prophet found that Light was saying something. She listened, frowning a bit. So, he didn't seem to like his first name much. Being her curious self, Sophia wondered why. It was such a unique name. Much better than Elliot or Benjamin or Thomas. Those names were quite common in her opinion. But Lighter? She hadn't met a single soul with that name until now. Sighing, she nodded in silent agreement. "Sorry," she apologized. "From now on I will call you Light or Kyle." Pausing, Sophia considered his offer. Oh, what would the harm be? "Going out for dinner seems fine," she replied at last, watching him walk off. 

Without her realizing it, Sophia had followed Lighter into the kitchen. She stood by the doorjamb, leaning against it, watching him and the dog. She shrugged at his question. "It depends on your personality," she told him, bing completely honest. Hearing the last part of the statement, Sophia felt a hint of amusement. Was he afraid of her? Surprising. "What made you think I would bite your head off?" she asked, unable to keep all the amusement away from her tone.