Description

Age: 26

Sonja is one of the hunter lionesses in the Pride, and she carries her title with pleasure and great satisfaction. Standing at a towering and willowy five-foot-nine-inches, Sonja is taller than most of the females in her family, but unlike humans that find height a great dilemma, Sonja basks in her stature; her back straight and a welcoming smile on her face to all. Her hair is long and straight, the colour of dark wood and slowly fades to a light brown, cascading down her back and lightly grazing her waist; or habitually up in a messy bun when she is working. Her eyes are almond shaped; irises a greenish-blue shade with long slightly curved lashes surrounding them. When upset, Sonja’s eyes tend to blaze russet brown, her nostrils flaring to express her unhappiness with the situation; her lips pursed in a tight line to keep remarks shut in her mind. Sonja has a slight tan to her skin, which darkens when she spends too much time in the sun.

Normally, Sonja is clothed in what she considers comfortable clothing. Which consist of dark navy skinny jeans, a plain coloured tank top, and a thin sweater to cover. She hardly wears any makeup, and it is very rare to see her dolled up, so when those moments happen, the silent female takes most back. Her fingers and toes are usually manicured prettily, with a clear coating. She usually wears, on her feet, socks and TOMS; having tons of them. Studs are usually in her earlobes, and sometimes she wears a silver necklace that stops just below her naval. (268)

Personality

Personality wise, Sonja is very hushed about things. Never the first to speak up, she sits and watches the other around her, taking in all they have to say before finally deciding to speak her mind and express herself, and to her family how she feels.
She is open-minded, patiently listening to what other opinions are stated before speaking her own opinion.

When upset, Sonja is nowhere to be seen; mainly because she prefers to sit by herself and think the situation over before making any action she will later on regret. She has no children nor a mate, so sometimes, loneliness tends to creep into her soul and makes her keep to herself. Some might say she is anti social, but it is simply shyness keeping her arms length away and the fear of being in the way of others.

Even though she has a bashful side, Sonja is a very affectionate and gentle individual. A mother by nature, she is typically the first to help when help is needed; the first to step in and try to soothe a person’s pain in any way she can and most are grateful for her caring habits.
Those few that are close to Sonja know very well that she is an easygoing, patient, and a hopeless romantic kind of person. Some try to bully her because she is ostensibly shy and quiet but those attempts of bullying always fall through because they find out that she does in fact have a backbone. A totally new side of Sonja slips forward; a side that stands up and protect herself as well as those around her that need protection.

When transformed, Sonja’s form is a hulking 269pounds of pure muscle. Her pelt is a tan like gold and she has light goldish yellow eyes. From her shoulders, she about two-feet-seven-inches tall. (308)

Equipment

Job: Pastry Chief (Owns a small pastry shop)

Likes: Books, Tea, Cooking, Music, Dancing, Black and White Movies, Laughing, Hunting
Dislikes: Dirty surroundings, Dirty strays, Noise, Ignorance

Hobbies: Baking, Reading, Learning, Dancing

Favourite Quote: “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” – The Notebook

History

When it comes to families, many surrounded observant Sonja. She is the fourth girl out of six children; five years below two older brothers, two years under an older brother, and three years above two younger brothers. Part of such a large family, Sonja’s parents showed affection and love to all of their babies as much as they possibly could. Though her father focused on mainly helping her elder siblings better themselves, and protecting the younger ones, her mother always made sure they all knew that no one was loved more or less in their family.

Known as Daddy’s Little Girl, when Sonja was younger, was the loud funny and outgoing younger sibling; the exact opposite of the person she is today. Never was she shy but instead she was very outspoken, loving and bold. Yes, she loved and cherished her family. Yes, she valued her families’ rules and morals; always making sure that she and those around her abided by them; basking in the pride that beamed from her father and mother.

It broke her heart.
Just at the tender age of seven, two weeks before her eighth birthday, Sonja’s family got the news that her father had passed away.

Her father was a traveller, the person others called when help was needed. Therefore, he was always on the road, always helping this person or that person.
He had been at home, allowing Sonja to play through his hair, allowing her to nuzzle her cheek against his fondly, when visitors from other lands arrived, pleading that he sit and talk with them for some time. Ever polite, her father agreed. So she watched from inside as he spoke, his expression hardening before he agreed to whatever they purposed. “Yes.” He had said, which caused Sonja to frown. Because the way he had said yes was not his typical agreements.

After water and rest, the messengers left, giving Sonja’s father time to speak with his wife and his children. Her mother wasn’t happy by she agreed which meant they all agreed.
Days after meeting with the messengers, Sonja’s father set out on his journey across the lands.

Days later, he had gotten there safely, the letter said; a sigh of relief escaping all that were around.

Sonja was ecstatic. Her birthday was weeks away, her father had promised he would return for it, and Sonja was counting down the seconds.

Eyes clouded with grief loomed over the prancing child who looked up in confusion at her mother. Then the screams and cries broke out around her, leaving Sonja even more confused. “What’s wrong Momma...” She asked, and her mother released a soft sob before scooping her child close and nuzzling the top of Sonja’s head. Her brothers paced, struggling to keep strong for their mother. “Your father..” Her mother began, but she knew. She was young, but she knew.
At first tears wouldn’t come, she tried very hard to cry, but she just couldn’t. Sonja carefully slipped from her mothers’ arms and wandered away. Confusion rattled her brain, fear latched itself around her heart, but she couldn’t cry. She knew it was what was supposed to happen, but Sonja just couldn’t do it. And it scared her; made her second guess her love for her father.

The death of her father completely changed the once energetic child, even distant families could see it; she wasn’t the silly Sonja anymore. The new Sonja, born out of grief and pain and loss kept to herself, politely smiled at attempts to include her in events, and was always caught sighing; her form curled into a ball. This Sonja was missing a piece of her, and that piece would not be returning home.
Sonja, though she no longer felt like she fit in, stayed with her family; stayed and lived and hunted and struggled to love them as she could. Nevertheless, she never could. “It’s not fair...” She would say to her mother. “Loving, living, laughing, and he’s not here to share it. I just... can’t.”

At eighteen, she left. It wasn’t her mother’s fault, she knew that. Nor was it any of her siblings fault; they did their best to support her and her mother. Sonja just couldn’t stay any longer. She couldn’t sit in the same spot, eat without him, laugh without him, so she left. To find a new home, find new people that could fill up the hole in her heart. (741)