VOLKOV, Sonya Asta

[SONYA VOLKOV]

SONYA ASTA VOLKOV ,



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"Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway?
Outsourced help?"
the basics the basics the basics
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( FULL NAME ) : sonya asta volkov.
( NICKNAMES ) : generally she is known as wolf or guardian volkov though those who knew her father call her little wolf while her mother and her mother's family call her sonechka. those whom she knows in a friendly manner tend to call her sonya while close friends call her onya.
( SEX ) : female.
( SPECIES ) : dhampir.
( AGE ) : nineteen.
( JOB) : guardian.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual.
( MAGIC) : n/a.

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"Boy, it sure is going to be sad when I make you cry.
I kind of feel guilty already."
the personality the personality the personality
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( LIKES ) : fighting, learning, running, flowers, teaching, listening, reading, black and white movies, gardening.
( DISLIKES ) : being disrespected, killing (though she'd never admit it), classical music, shoes (though obviously she does wear them), uninteresting people, liars/dishonesty, trivia (to her it seems a pointless waist of time), interrogating (she prefers action), radical change.
( STRENGTHS ) : speed/agility/endurance, intuitive, cautious.
( WEAKNESSES) : strength/brute force/petiteness, caring, cautious.
( DAYDREAMS ) : her fondest memory is of the hours she'd spend in the green house with her mother when she was a child, tending to seemingly hundreds of beautiful exotic flowers, many of which she can still name...
( NIGHTMARES ) : the day her father was turned strigoi was the worst day/moment of her life, they weren't that close but in a way they unknowingly were, simply because they’re so a like. she misses him more and more each day and dreads the possibility of meeting him out there in the world somewhere, she knows she will have to kill him and honestly she’s not sure she has the heart or the actual ability to do so...
( HIDDEN THOUGHTS ) : sonya's deepest desire would be to have one. ever since the incidents a year ago she seems to have lost her appetite for life and has reverted to being more of a husk of herself...

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"We tried to stay apart. Sometimes it worked
Sometimes it didn’t.'"
the appearance the appearance the appearance
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( HAIR ) : long dark brown hair the same color as her mother's, a shade darker than her father's, and naturally wavy like both. typically it's worn up in the fashion of a bun/'knot' low on her head, near the base of her neck.
( EYES ) : a light sea foam green, a shade which seems to be just a fraction lighter than her father's.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : lean but quite fit and muscular, most underestimate her because of her size, though looks are very deceiving. she remains one hundred and twenty-three pounds of muscle with speed and reflexes to match.
( SUMMARY ) : lean and agile, sonya is often mistaken for a moroi with her slender, near willowy frame. however she did in fact inherit the "dhampir curves" as her mother says. typically she can be seen wearing black, from head to toe, the style remains durable, flexible, and professional, something her father engrained into her brain from the start. however in her down time it's not uncommon for her to be encased in a pair of loose sweat pants and either a tank top or sports bra, if she's not working out she's either being lazy, reading, up to her eyes in dirt in the gardens, or on duty, so why waste time with so called "fashion"?
( PLAY-BY ) : anna christine speckhart.

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"I also have a feeling your mother’s going
to have a very ugly conversation with me.."
the history the history the history
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( PARENTS ) :
Irina Lavinia Lucia (Lazar) Vasilescu, 42, 'home maker', moroi, mother, loving, scatter brained, kind;
Sonya and her mother have always been close, though more so in the manner that Sonya has always felt protective over her scatter brained mother. although sonya rarely sees her now a days the two will always remain rather close.

Andrei Sasha Volkov, would be 45, guardian, dhampir, father, deceased, legendary, distant;
Sonya was never very close to her father, though everyone (both her mother and father included) claim she is just like him in most every way. sonya first met him when she was five, he was a fierce, intimidating stranger, far different in every aspect from her mother and grandmother. honestly he was the first dhampir she'd ever met and he was there to take her away from her mother and to school so she could train to be a what he was. their relationship had always been odd, almost strained, but each felt a kinship in both the blood they shared and through like personalities so as one would imagine his death was some what of a hard blow.
( SIBLINGS ) : none.
( OTHERS ) :
Alessa Alexandra Anastasia Lazar, 65, “retired“, moroi, grandmother, loving, strict, attentive;
Sonya has always been close to her grandmother and in many ways her grandmother has been more of a mother to her than her actual one. It was her grandmother who did much of her raising. it was also her grandmother who brought her father into her life, if it wasn't for her grandmother Sonya probably would never have known him or the life she knows and leads today.
( HISTORY ) : Sonya is an oddity in the fact that her mother was a Moroi, not a Dhampir, and her father was a Dhampir, not a Moroi. The fact that her mother was married to another Moroi when Sonya was conceived and her mother being part of the Lazar family by blood/birth certainly did not help things either. Generally it is common knowledge that Sonya is the center of gossip from time to time and judged harshly thanks to her parents actions. However in several aspects Sonya’s life has been better than other Dhampirs, she had the opportunity to know and love both her parents and she was raised in a manner slightly better than most.

At the age of five Sonya was taken to St. Vladimir’s to be educated and be trained to become a guardian. It was clear from the start that Sonya would face adversity in multiple aspects, after all she was smaller, built differently, and slightly younger than everyone else in her class. Due to those disadvantages it was thought that Sonya would know doubt fail or drop out of St. Vlad’s well before graduation. By the time her final tests came a long no one questioned her capabilities, she was her father’s daughter after all, and regardless of her weak minded Moroi mother Onya’s father was still legendary and some suspected she could one day be nearly as good. High marks and the ability to easily blend in with the Moroi landed her many offers from several family’s though in the end she was placed with a former classmate as one of seven guardians to a family of Ivashkovs. Sonya’s father and four others were already assigned to the family but with the birth of a new member and the graduation of another the family was in need of two additional guardians, she was more than happy to take the job.

Sonya spent a year on duty protecting the family, and then, when the family was attacked and the guardians were out numbered tragedy happened. Eight Strigoi were on the hunt in the country side near the Moroi family’s winter home, it was late, too late for any of the Moroi to be outside the wards. The youngest of the family was deathly sick and the doctor was unable to come to the house so there was no other option but to travel. The guardians did not like it, but there was no other option and so a plan was set and the chance was taken. The moment five of the guardians and three of the Moroi were outside the wards they were attacked and chaos erupted. The Moroi who were still inside the house were instructed to hide in a safe room while the rest of the guardians went to aid the others. Only one of the Moroi listened and the other made a mad dash to his family to help. Sonya was in the thick of it along side her father, she was one of the five who were supposed to accompany the three Moroi to the hospital. Well by the time the last Strigoi retreated four guardians and one Moroi were dead and one guardian had been turned. In total six Strigoi had been killed, two by Sonya’s own hand. The youngest Moroi died of his mysterious illness shortly there after and as it would turn out Sonya’s father had been the one to be turned.

Needless to say Sonya and the other remaining guardian, the same one she had gone to school with, were drastically changed after that. Quickly they were deemed “heroes” and were promptly, and discreetly, removed from there guardian duty for the family, both deemed “unsound” enough to competently do their job. Though neither had done anything to warrant such a slap in the face Sonya went along with the decision and her partner followed suit. For six months they were given desk jobs at court until a position opened up at St. Vlad’s, Sonya accepted and her former partner demanded to tag along. Now here she is, doing whatever is needed, anything from patrol, to teaching, to mentoring, to normal guardian duties. Honestly she’s not thrilled with her life at the moment, the marks on her neck from kills before and since the incident a year ago didn’t get there on as far as she’s concerned there’s plenty room for more, for now she’s biding her time till the powers that be decide she’s ready to get back in the field. Whether or not she truly is time will only tell…

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"You will loose what you value the most,
so treasure it while you can"
the handler the handler the handler
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Grace never had been one who was very gung-ho for swimming, but sometimes in the traditions of summer you just have to step outside of your box. This was the exact reason for the teen's coming to the river. Orange flip flops sounded steady, softly upon the ground as Grace approached a far bank of the river. Making sure to be a good distance from the splashing, disruptive children who had made it to the river before her. The teen stopped before the river, looking at it, examining how the swift water swept across the smooth rocks below it's surface. The sun illuminated the soft russet colors of stone. Letting go of her towel Grace let it fall on the rock ridden earth at her feet and slipped her flip flops off. As she revealed her feet of her foot wear arms crisscrossed across her body grabbing at the edge of her baggy t-shirt and tugging upward. Now exposed was a yellow and black bikini top, matching her black shorts vaguely. Grace let her shirt fall along side her towel and quickly backed up. In an instant she sprinted twice and then launched herself into the river, unsure of how deep the water actually was. Unfortunately her answer to that question was slightly painful as her legs and feet scrapped rock with a sharp pin like manner.

Thankfully the water wasn't too shallow, her head just able to bob the surface, the force of crashing into the water the only cause of her now bruising and scraped legs and feet. The cold took her by surprise, her lips began to pale gradually with the cold. Grace's body soon adjusted to the temperature though and peacefully she lay on the surface of the river, back down. Willingly Grace allowed the current to take her, eyes closing, enjoying the silence and comfort of the moment. Her mind began to flow as freely as the river that was slowly whisking her away. Thoughts drifted in and out of her mind slowly, then soon began to keep time with the movement of her arms. Slowly Grace propelled herself back to where she began to drift, aiming to start the process again. Thoughts of her parents drifted softly in her head. though her opinion of them in that moment was indifferent, almost as if she were observing her own memories from a far. Then the wolves drifted into her head, the memories of watching them from her window sloshing gently about, mimicking the water at her sides. Sam entered her thoughts soon after that, his yellow eyes piercing her mind, his face coming into view beneath her lids. Arms ceased their movement and again she allowed the water to take her away, thoughts of Sam and the wolves and her life drifting dreamily in her mind.

It seemed like her life had become more like a movie, the unbelievable becoming reality, things she never could have imagined becoming more than tangible. It all vaguely seemed shocking, though really she had gotten over the true shock seemingly long ago. After all there were far more important things to be fretting over, things that could not be stopped no matter how much she wished them to. As her day dreaming turned sour Grace turned to stand vertical in the water, forcing herself forward she leaned into the water and began to paddle forward. Right now she would think of nothing but relaxing, the whole point of coming to the river...

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"You’re strong-you’re so, so strong
It’s why I love you.."
the credits the credits the credits
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
own you up with her mad ninja skillz. word up, fo shizzle drizzle.
all quotes from the amazing series of Vampire Academy. go read them!<3

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