Name: Sofia Lynn Marvin.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Straight.
Age: 24.
Height: 5’6.
Weight: 130.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Brown.
Citizenship: American.
Birthplace: New York.
Education: Bachelors in fashion marketing and business associates.
Occupation: Fashion designer.
Sanity: 98%
Phobias: Aquaphobia; fear of drowning.
Mental Illnesses: None
Background: If you were to ask Sofia what her earliest childhood memory was she would tense up, her hands would become clammy and a wave of cold would wash over her. For some reason she can't think of anything earlier than the worst day of her life.
Life was going great for the Marvin’s; Sofia’s soccer team just won their last game, her father got promoted and her mother’s baking business was finally taking out. It felt like nothing could knock them off the wave they were riding. They were driving home from her game and discussing her upcoming birthday party, Sofia was turning the big one, three! Her parents were going all out with an awesome 70’s theme, they rented out the roller rink and bought their daughter loads of gifts. They didn’t mind spoiling Sofia since she was such a good kid, she did her chores, got good grades and was so well behaved.
“Okay, Sofia, we are coming up on the bridge! Close your eyes and we’ll let you know when we are off,” Her father instructed her as the car pulled onto the bridge. It was Sofia’s least favorite part about taking this route home, the bridge went over a lake and people were always driving so recklessly. Sofia slouched down in her seat and shut her eyes tightly as she listened to her parents talk about all the plans they had for her party.
“Dave! Dave!” Her mother was practically screaming her dad’s name when she saw a little red sports car shoot out from behind the semi and enter their lane with the intention of passing the slow semi, Sofia opened her eyes and gasped as the car was coming closer and closer to them. Her dad slammed on the brakes and laid on his horn, but it wasn’t enough. The little sports car was just about to move back into its own lane when it clipped the side of Sofia’s car, causing them to spin out of control and crash through the guard rail. All Sofia could hear as they fell to the lake was her mother screaming that she loved them, her father glanced back at her and they locked eyes just before they slammed into the lake.
Sofia woke up to the car under water, both her parents unconscious and water up to her waist with the water level rising quickly. She managed to get her seatbelt undone and she reached for her parents, shaking them to try and get them to wake up…but they weren’t. Sofia tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge, she was trapped and helpless. Before she knew it the water was over her head and she was struggling to hold her breath. It was like her body couldn’t hold it in anymore and she gasped for air, only to meet the burning pain of sucking in water. Then, everything went black.
Thankfully, Sofia and her mother survived the accident, but her father was not so lucky. The small family became even smaller that day and they would never be the same again.
Life carried on the best it could for the two broken women. Eventually Sofia’s mother remarried but she constantly battled heavy depression, and she ended up taking her own life shortly after Sofia graduated college. Sofia decided to grasp life by the horns and not waste a single second, even if that meant forcing herself to be happy at times. She went on to find joy in fashion and pushed herself to succeed in school.
Now, Sofia is a thriving business woman who owns her own small company. If everything continues to go well with her company she plans on reopening her mothers bakery in her honor. Her stepfather is still apart of her life and she is thankful to have him, but she still struggles from time to time knowing her parents are not apart of her life anymore. Sofia lives her life in a way that would make her parents proud and she knows they are still with her.
Possessions: Sketch pad, pens/pencils, loads of clothes/accessories/shoes/makeup, camera and laptop.
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