Sophia Rivers, Andrew Walter MichaelsAge
Sophia is 23, Andrew is 26Gender
Sophia and Andrew are both heterosexualDisorder
Dissociative identity disorderPersonality
Sophia is a sweet girl, happy-go lucky with a whimsical way about her. A very clever girl Sophia didn’t graduate early or top of her class, but she never failed a test and her grades never dropped below that of an ‘A’. A little more on the reserved side, despite what her face would suggest, Sophia keeps to herself, has since she was a child.
Andrew is a rough and tough guy. He’s stubborn, cocky, and full of himself. He likes women, drinking, and fighting. Andrew dropped out of school when he was 13. Wasn’t no life for him. He could work on bikes, didn’t need no schoolin’ to teach him that. History
Sophia is a case study. Having been one few diagnosed with DID she volunteered to go to the hospital after Andrew almost killed a man who insulted him. As a young child Andrew was always in the back of Sophia’s mind, never coming out for other people to see. At the age of 13 when puberty hit, every now and then Sophia’s Mother became horrified at the things Sophia said and did. It was as if Sophia blacked out, she’d blink and suddenly start crying from the awful headache.
At 19 Sophia moved out of her Mother’s house into her own apartment. She was selling paintings, drawings, and dresses that she made. It brought in pretty good money. Sophia got into a car accident though. Died for a little over 1 minute. After that Sophia kept even more to herself. So people couldn’t see when Andrew took over.
Born in 1949 Andrew was no momma’s boy. Momma ran off when he was just a little kid, bout ten or so. Daddy taught him all he needed to know, yes sir. One older brother, no good school going piece of trash Jerry, left not too long after Momma did. Left Andrew alone with Daddy. Not to say that Daddy did things to him but there are points in Andrew’s life that he’d rather not remember. Or tell anyone about for that matter. Ain’t none of ye damn business anyway.
Rest of Andrew’s life he spent working on cycles. Gotta love a good cycle right? 1963. That’s the year for cycles. 1965 ain’t to bad but good luck finding any parts now days. Don’t know what the fuck this girl’s got going on.Will you ever be cured?
Hell no! Have you seen this little broad? She’s never going to get rid of me.