HARNED, Sonja Eres

[sonja ERES harned]

Sonja Eres Harned

let's start with the basics

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]name ::

My name is Sonja Eres Harned.

nicknames ::

I go by Sonja in a professional setting, Eres otherwise.

age ::

It's rude to ask a lady her age, but... I'm 27.

birthday ::

I was born on March 30th.

hometown ::

I don't like to dwell on it... My dad was a pirate and I got passed around from ship to ship before landing on a planet where ____ _______ recruited me.

address ::

I live on ___ _______.

occupation ::

I'm the Master at Arms for ___ ________.
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don't dare try to judge me

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]but let me tell you what i look like ::

It's hard to quantify, but the closest you could come is "hardcore alternative". I'm shorter (probably about 5'5"), and I try to keep my hair long. The color changes more often than the months do - from red, to blue, to green, to purple, to whatever I want. I tend to trend toward form fitting clothing, but most importantly I need places to stash weapons and clothes that don't restrict movement - though a bit of color is always nice, you know?
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that's just the way it is

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]i really like ::

guns, whips, knives, drawing blood, fighting, training people (especially men, getting to kick their asses...), fine liquor, loud music, inappropriate conversation, floating in zero-g, deep conversations

but i don't like ::

pansies, elitists, sharpshooters, girls that aren't as badass as I am, pacifists, politics, techies, spirituality, shallowness, effeminate men

i rock at ::

directing people, winning fights, thinking on my feet

but i can't seem to ::

follow directions, play well with most other girls, cook, clean, keep a boyfriend

i am afraid of ::

running into my dad on one of our raids, or finding another girl who grew up like I did.

you know i'm not normal ::

I change my hair color almost weekly, I like to give my clothing extra "flair", I am never without a knife (yes boys, even when I'm naked).

i think i like ::

boys

so if you want me ::

I want someone who'll not only fight FOR me, but fight ME. A training partner or someone as passionate about what I do as I am.

but never ever ::

Boys who should really just be women.

everyone has secrets ::

I escaped my previous pirating lifestyle by leading a mutiny and then slipping away after the fighting started.

someday i'm gonna ::

I'm pretty happy with what I'm doing now... But if I could have anything, I'd open my own weapons training facility.

if i had to sum it all up ::

So, I'm a bit of a wild card I guess. I had a shit past but like they say, shit happens! I like to keep it "real" - even though everything about me screams fake, from the hair, to the piercings, to the clothing. I'm far from shallow, though - in fact, people that ARE shallow piss me off. My attitude can get me in trouble sometimes... People are only worthwhile to me if they're willing to fight for what they believe in. And not fight in a metaphorical sense - actually fight, tooth and nail.

I've been doing this gig for a few years I guess, and the biggest thing I've learned about myself is that I have a problem with authority. I do okay with "the captain" most of the time, but sometimes I can get in fights with other members of our happy little crew. All that said, I love my job right now and I wouldn't pick another ship to do it on.
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where i'm comin' from

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]my mother is ::

I don't know.

my father is ::

My father's name was Natall Harned, he's out there somewhere on a pirateship at the ripe old age of 54.

i was born in ::

On a pirate ship.

and i grew up with ::

No-one else, unless you count the rest of the crew.

i'll always remember when ::

There was this one time, when I was 5 or 6, where my dad had to leave for some conversation with a crewmember. He was the Master at Arms for their ship as well, and so our compartment had tons of weapons in it, everywhere - and I knew where they all were. I was trying to sleep and I heard someone come in... I was up with a knife so quick my dad practically shat himself. It was when he started teaching me about weapons... So I guess I owe him SOMETHING.

if i had to write an essay ::

So, I grew up on a pirate ship called The Azalea - I guess it was some kind of flower from a long time ago, but this ship was a shitshow. My dad was the Master at Arms for them, and I learned to constantly watch my back around people of that... nature. I think I stayed there with him until I was about 13 or 14... We didn't keep very good track of birthdays then, because my dad was constantly busy... It was a life, I guess.

When I was 13, I left that shitshow of a place and started hopping from ship to ship. I had developed a bit early, and was the height I am now - so once I beat a crew member in a fight, the captains were shamed into taking me on. I didn't make any friends, but I didn't make any enemies I didn't handle already, either - flying around on pirate ships teaches you to keep people off your back early on. I never quite got the position I wanted - Master at Arms - but there was always some sort of job for a chick with a knife to your throat.

Around the time I turned 24, I had been on this other ship for about 4 years - the captain was trying to coerce me into sleeping with him... Him and half the crew, of course. But I turned them all against each other - telling them that I really liked YOU, but the EVIL CAPTAIN was trying to FORCE me... And I didn't want to have to hurt him, you know? But in the end I did one better - his crew lead a mutiny when we were close to the core planet ______ and I managed to ditch the ship and get myself there. I signed on with ___ _____ and never looked back.
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the face behind the curtain

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]hi i am ::

Ike/JSLIA

and i am ::

23

you should contact me by ::

AIM: BastianKnowsBest and Skype: for.miles

i also play ::

None at the moment!

and i know the code ::

rainbow sprinkles

let me show you my skills ::

Jordan stumbled up to the door of his house, somewhat sobered by the walk home with Joey, but still a little too drunk to think. The walk had been quiet, mostly - Jordan still felt pretty embarassed about how he had come on to the bouncer, and the awkwardness for him hadn't passed yet. He hoped it had for Joey, because now it was time for goodnight, and somehow Jordan knew that his walking partner was too inebriated to walk home alone himself. Misty Hills wasn't exactly close to a lot of other neighborhoods, and he didn't feel comfortable asking someone to walk him home and not offering him a place to stay - it was the way of a good party-goer to let people crash at your place if they had the common courtesy to help you get home, and this was no exception, no matter the awkward circumstances.

"Look, uh, Joey..." Jordan took a moment to steady his body - and his voice - so that the next part sounded as demanding as it needed to. "You can't go home tonight. You had too much to drink, not that I'm really one to talk, but... That's besides the point! You're staying here. I have an extra bed and a couch, so..." Jordan fumbled in his pocket for the keys for a second before pulling them out with a momentary look of success. He slipped the key in the lock after what felt like a million tries and flung open the door, presenting his house as though it were a prize.

"Home sweet home!" He yelled the phrase a little too loudly and a bit too gleefully for a normal person, but he was past being self conscious at this point. He looked over at his walking partner, sure he would have something to say about his potential kidnapping.
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[sonja ERES harned]

abilities

sometimes we do things right

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]First Aid :: 4 ::

Being the Master at Arms, it's important for Eres to know how to treat many different kinds of wounds from many different kinds of weapons, though she's just above average in this - her bandaging might be top notch, but she's still not fully trained.
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sometimes, we do them wrong

[style=color:#6d4350; text-transform:uppercase;]Knives :: 6 ::

Sonja has been fighting with Knives for as long as she can remember. Her skill in close-range combat is almost unparalleled, and she is capable of using everything from a traditional dagger to a tiny pocket knife.

Knives (Thrown) :: 4 ::

Throwing Knives isn't Sonja's preferred method of delivery, but it'll do in a pinch. She's not quite as comfortable with this method of combat, but she's confident enough to throw some knives when she needs to.

Small Guns :: 5 ::

Sonja has been around guns for her entire life, and as such is quite comfortable with them. However, she views larger guns as "cheating" - so her proficiency is only notable with the smaller guns - handguns and such included.

Large Guns :: 3 ::

Sonja is barely familiar with guns she considers "cheating" - anything that is semi-automatic or that is intended to kill from a distance is her definition of "Large". Though she knows more than the layman might about these weapons, they are far from her specialty.
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[Nic!]

accepted!

good job!

please proceed to the claims!
I love her so much! I can't wait to play with her!