Post by (ALEX) on Mar 8, 2009 1:47:04 GMT -5
(SonjaMarieJones)
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the face behind the mask
age: 15
how did you find river's edge? On Equiventure.
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the basics
nicknames: Sonja
age: 19
country of origin: United States
occupation: N/A
grade level: N/A
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appearance
hair: Her hair is a dark brown tone, usually worn down without much attention. Naturally, Sonja's hair cascades down her back and around her shoulders in loose, tumbling curls. When, if ever, she decides to straighten her hair, her bangs are usually pinned back as well.
eyes: Sonja's eyes are bright and always displaying whatever emotion she may be experiencing at the given time. Irises are a striking hazel color, and often given an extra pop with eyeliner and mascara.
face: Nose is small, round, and somewhat resembles that of a young girl's. Sonja's full lips are usually parted to reveal two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth. Her high-set cheekbones usually attract attention with some blush swept onto the apples of her cheeks.
clothing: Sonja's style is that of her own. When riding, not much thought is put into an outfit; therefore, you will most likely find her at the barn in an old T-shirt or snug polo and worn jeans or breeches. Aside from riding, Sonja's outfits include loose, baggy shirts and the usual skinny leg jean. Patterns play a big part in her outfits; paisley print and plaid seems to show itself on every other shirt in her closet.
play by: Hilary Duff
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personality
[+] Reading
[+] Music
[+] Drawing
[+] Blogging
[+] Texting
[+] Shopping
[+] Riding
[+] Company of others
[+] Laughing, or making others laugh
[+] Video games
[+] Lazy days
[+] Oatmeal raisin cookies
[+] Mountain Dew
[+] Swedish Fish
[+] Hugging
[+] Cuddling
[+] Portraying love for others
[+] Watching movies at home (preferably with someone else)
dislikes:
[-] People who think they're amazing
[-] Homophobes
[-] Home wreckers
[-] Spiders
[-] Roaches
[-] Having long finger/toe nails
[-] Feeling overwhelmed
[-] Migraines
[-] Greasy foods
[-] Throwing up
[-] Infomercials
[-] Confrontation
[-] Rejection
[-] Being alone
[-] People who cannot spell worth a damn
[-] Poor grammar skills
[-] When people clearly do not know the difference between there/their/they're, to/two/too, etc.
aspirations: To become a crime scene investigator someday, publish at least one book, find Mr. Right.
fears: Murky water, strangers, rejection, heights.
5 words:
1. Shy
2. Stubborn
3. Loyal
4. Opinionated
5. Honest
overall personality: Sonja Jones is truly a sweetheart. Her charming smile never fails to brighten someone's mood, and she has the enlightening personality to match. Around strangers (and even newly established acquaintances), she appears very shy and timid. Once you've gotten to know her on a more personal level, though, a whole other side to her will begin to surface. Understanding Sonja isn't too challenging of a task - her ability to confide in people about her life problems makes getting to know her quite easy. Blogging and writing these "secrets" down is beginning to replace Sonja's need to tell her life story to friends, though.
No matter how much being alone bothers her, Sonja's not the type of person to jump in a group of people only to appear as if she "fits in." She'll stand aside in order to avoid that label any day. Sonja is truly a girl you can confide in; her respect for guys and girls alike is an outstanding personality trait admired by many. But despite her personality, Sonja's quiet nature in school has earned her very few friendships now that high school is something of the past. However, if you were to meet Sonja in town, a little more of her wall is let down to give you a better idea of what she has to offer. In school, Sonja strived towards straight A's, although sometimes she would receive the occasional B. Her father was her main motivation, and because he motivated her so much, her GPA is at an outstanding 3.8. Due to having her mind set on school, going out and socializing was on the bottom of her to-do list, thus earning her very few friendships to date.
If someone were genuinely interested in understanding Sonja, their best bet would be to strike up a conversation in hopes of beginning a lasting friendship. Only then would your chances of getting to know Sonja be a whole lot better, for you could write a book on her life and still leave spaces unfilled.
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history
overall history: On February 2nd, 1990, Sonja Marie was born to Stephen and Rique Jones and taken home after two days in the hospital. At home, she was looked after and practically fought over by her parents; she was their first child together and they were certainly proud, to say the least. Sonja was and still is a fast learner. She was sitting up without assistance at five months, and unsteadily standing not long after. Her first word was "Daddy." It was apparent to all family members and friends who she favored most.
At four years old, Sonja's parents split on bad terms and she hasn't seen or heard from her mother since. Her father refused to answer Sonja's questions once she was old enough to begin understanding what happened. But Sonja didn't develop much self-pity behavior -- as she entered her teenage years, she put her mother to the back of her thoughts and lived life with the infamous quote in mind, "Everything happens for a reason."
Sonja is undoubtedly a daddy's girl. She spent what would seem like every day with him at the park, or at their local arcade, where they would play their favorite Jurassic park game for hours. At thirteen, Sonja developed a strong interest in horses. She had always been fascinated by them in magazines or in movies, but at this age she felt a strong need to pursue her interest. By keeping her grades up, her dad allowed her to take lessons at the nearest stable, which soon became her biggest hobby. Life revolved around horses, and her dad supported her one hundred percent.
Age sixteen crept around, and that's when Sonja's negative behaviors began to emerge. Sneaking off to parties and getting trashed almost every weekend was a ritual. It wasn't long before her father found out, and that's when her dad cut out riding and all contact with bad influences completely. At the time, Sonja felt so much hatred towards her father, but as the months passed without riding, she thought over the situation and came to the conclusion that he was only doing what was best for her. Sonja's maturity level skyrocketed, and it wasn't long before her father's trust was earned back and she was able to continue lessons once more.
Two years later, her dad was in a fatal car accident on the way home from work. Sonja still hasn't gotten over his death, and it doesn't appear as if she would any time soon. Being eighteen at the time, she was legally an adult and needed to find somewhere to stay. For around a year she stayed with a friend, but she knew that she needed to find her own place soon. Locating a quaint town in California known as Huron, Sonja decided to settle down here and see where life takes her.
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final touches
Ryan wasn’t normally a “morning person.” To catch him at a café before daylight was most definitely a rare occasion. A sleepless night was clearly evident in Ryan’s face - a shadow cast under each eye and the tousled appearance to his hair revealed so. He had washed his face thoroughly with cold water after not being able to sleep more than three hours on and off in hopes of ridding the dark circles beneath his eyes. It had worked, a little, or maybe that was just Ryan’s wishful thinking kicking in. No matter how much sleep he was lacking, he still managed to smile at anyone who cast a glance in his direction. Yes, lonely Ryan sitting all by himself in the back corner booth. Imagine that. A feeling of loneliness swept over him like a wave, for the fact of the matter was starting to seep into his brain - he was alone.
It was expected. Coming from Nevada and only being here for a few days would leave an individual to feel as such, but Ryan absolutely dreaded the feeling. Maybe this contributed to his lack of sleep, or maybe it didn’t. The death of his father had a big part in this, that was for sure. Ryan couldn’t help but sigh, as the grip around his coffee mug tightened and he felt himself slump a little farther into his seat. Strangely enough, him and his father were not even the slightest bit fond of each other. Although, the thought of losing a loved one had nothing to do with the given situation. It was the thought of being alone again that depressed him the most.
Ryan blinked, and straightened his posture like he had twice earlier. Anyone watching could clearly tell something was on his mind, which was Ryan’s main problem - having too much to think about. He took a sip of coffee, his former transactions from the mug beginning to wake him up a little. Maybe today would turn out to be a good day after all, or maybe Ryan needed to quit being such a wishful thinker. A pair of tired eyes swept the café. Ryan wondered if today would be the day he would just get up and talk to someone. All he needed right now was company, right? Go for it Ryan. Go for it.
It was expected. Coming from Nevada and only being here for a few days would leave an individual to feel as such, but Ryan absolutely dreaded the feeling. Maybe this contributed to his lack of sleep, or maybe it didn’t. The death of his father had a big part in this, that was for sure. Ryan couldn’t help but sigh, as the grip around his coffee mug tightened and he felt himself slump a little farther into his seat. Strangely enough, him and his father were not even the slightest bit fond of each other. Although, the thought of losing a loved one had nothing to do with the given situation. It was the thought of being alone again that depressed him the most.
Ryan blinked, and straightened his posture like he had twice earlier. Anyone watching could clearly tell something was on his mind, which was Ryan’s main problem - having too much to think about. He took a sip of coffee, his former transactions from the mug beginning to wake him up a little. Maybe today would turn out to be a good day after all, or maybe Ryan needed to quit being such a wishful thinker. A pair of tired eyes swept the café. Ryan wondered if today would be the day he would just get up and talk to someone. All he needed right now was company, right? Go for it Ryan. Go for it.
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read the rules? Ice cream
the last word: It's fine to write in first person, right? I got scolded for writing in first on every other site I've been on. argh. I'm kind of torn between writing in first person or third, anyway, so I don't know.
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