#* & sonia hinode — inspo .

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(Karen fukuhara, she/her, dreamshade) To SONIA HINODE, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of CURSED SPEECH grows a little stronger. They are a TANUKI shade aligned to NO ONE. For EIGHTY-THREE years, they have survived a world of magic with both their RESILIENCE and SPITEFULNESS. They work as a DENNYS EMPLOYEE / SONGWRITER / BARD SIDE QUEST HELPER, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to PRODUCE AT LEAST TWO BESTSELLERS. @cagliostrointros​​

DOSSIER .

The love offered by both parents may have not been intended as conditional, but it certainly was interpreted as such. Unlike her abjured sister, the scorned star of their family, Sonia never felt truly immersed at home. Always a few steps back, always on the cusp of her sister’s fury, she still tried to meet each day with her best foot forward. Even if each toe was routinely stepped on time and time again. And while the beginnings of her rebellion wasn’t exactly welcomed, she made sure to wield the simmering ferocity with a tight grip – be it at home, school, or otherwise. Something that gleaned a droplet of pride from both dearest mother and father ( despite their original abhorrence when the eldest showed such stubbornness ). 

But even she had a limit with how much could be endured. Only a handful of years subsequent to an accident that majorly sealed her speech, Sonia stepped away. 

Away from both her parents. 

Away from her older sister. 

Away from the entire household until she was so far removed in both name and environment. Everything up until then had been so painful, so taxing, Sonia was simply unable to cope any longer. So she vanished, gone at the age of sixteen.

Where her path twisted was left to the whims of rash choices and quick cash. Not once did she stop in a city for more than a few months. There was already a comfort in discomfort, of a fast lifestyle, of living on the outskirts of what the city life illuminated to the unassuming eye. Years passed and she was hardly a stranger to busted knuckles and torn vocals. Combat had been such an addictive vice to cope and stay alive, but again — it’s a lifestyle even she grew out of. The layered strain eventually took it’s toll. The calloused joints ached in bad weather. Her voice turned permanently hoarse no matter how healed the cords may be.

Now, as she nears a century in life, there begins a transition. One that focuses less on the tang of copper in the mouth and on the hands, and more on being the bystander — to an extent. Certain outlets are still taken to minimize destruction and stay sharp, of course. But growing passions are given the room to flourish.

MISC INFO .

Fluent in ASL & JSL.

Frequently wears a choker which has an enchanted gem that can speak her thoughts aloud. She typically signs along as well.

Exceptional at close combat but prefers the use of any mid-range weapon.

Often has cough syrup and lozenges on her person. She might not speak often anymore, but the occasional use of cursed speech can really shred her throat.

Favorite drink tends to be anything hot with lemon and honey.

CONNECTIONS .

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