Irresponsibly ruthless words fill this town but

Never more, will a painful voice flow by

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"She'd do just anything to get what she desires.
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Those days we spent casually are bidding farewell to us

As we lose those irreplaceable days

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First and Last:
Sonya Boklov

Known as:
None, really.

I have lived:
seventeen years, born November 15th

I am:
Female

My preference?:
Heterosexual

I work as:
Part time mechanic at her father’s business, is also a 3rd year high school student.

I affiliate with:
Civilian

The rain hides the sun, stealing away its light

I am troubled as I lost what I believed in

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Hair:
Long and blonde, is usually worn in two twin tails, tied with multi-colored ribbons.

Eyes:
Hazel, although sometimes they look brown or cinnamon colored in the wrong light.

Height:
Around five feet, four inches in height.

Weight:
121 lbs.

Clothing Style:
Her style varies, depending on what she’s doing and where she’s going. When she’s out and about, away from the her dad’s shop, she’s dressed in bright, vibrant colors, in skirts and jackets, being either bright blue or pink in color, most times. However, when she’s on a job for her father, she sports duller tones, like olives and browns, sticking to jogging pants and jackets, along with a bandana most times, to keep her hair out of the way.

Extra:
A lot of the time, Sonya’s arms are incredibly bruised, but this isn’t because anyone beats her or anything stupid like that. Since she’s the worst mechanic ever, she accidentally bumps into a lot of things on the job, be it the corner of car doors, accidentally banging her arms with wenches, you name it. She usually wears long sleeves anyway, to cover up her epic failures, but even if she didn’t, she have no problems explaining how she get every single bump and bruise.

I won’t forget those days that I spent with everyone precious to me

Never more, will I be alone even in the darkness

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Positive:

• Stubborn, won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
  
• Motherly, people easily worm into her heart.
  
• Charitable, is quick to help other’s out.
  
• Hard-worker, quitting is never an option.
  
• Worldly, skilled in three different languages.
  

Negative:

• Blunt, always gets right to the point.
  
• Short-tempered, quick to blow a fuse.
  
• Unobservant, lives in her own little world.
  
• Hypocrite, she’ll love one thing, destroy the other.
  
• Clumsy as all hell, seriously.
  

Personality:

Taking a good look at Sonya for the first time could lead one to believe that there’s not much to this girl. She’s got a spacey look in her eyes that makes you wonder if she’s even paying attention to you as she talks, and no matter how many times you tell her your name — once, twice, three times — it’ll be a while before she remembers who you are. First impressions do seem crucial in today’s world, so it’s easy to write Sonya off as “that ditz who can’t even remember my name,” but, despite everything, there’s a little more to her than meets the eye, if you have the patience to dig deeper than the surface.

But it’s not like her aforementioned attributes are wrong or anything… she really is quite dense. Even when it comes to friends she’s miraculously managed to hold onto for quite some time, Sonya is not the most reliable tool in the shed. She’d the type who will promise with a vibrant, energetic smile to definitely bring a cake for your birthday party… and will do it, but will show up with the cake hours upon hours late, nervously laughing, apologizing profusely.

Don’t get her wrong, she tries to be a good friend, she really does! Just don’t tell her any of your secrets, unless you want them accidentally spilled out one day, when you least expect it. Anyone who does bother to keep her around though, are people who she genuinely is grateful for. No matter what, Sonya will always try to be the best friend she can be… but always ends up screwing over the people closest to her. It takes an inordinate amount of patience to be close to this girl, since one could argue that you’re better off without her, anyhow.

She’s an incredibly empty-headed girl, and most times, it seems nothing’s really going on up there. Some might try to make an argument for her, and say that she’s merely taking in everything around her — the environment, the flowers, little things that maybe we don’t notice in our daily travels. Well, you’d be wrong about that too. She’s unobservant and amazingly forgetful, the type who gets lost if she strolls around town for so long…

One could say a better term to describe Sonya is “socially awkward,” but even that can be debated upon. Sonya, easily, is a liar, and about stupid things too, since sometimes, just telling a lie, even a small one, is easier than telling the truth. Maybe she’ll lie just to keep a conversation going, or to get out of doing a chore or job for someone… “Have you seen that movie about the ninja robots?!” a new, potential friend would ask her, and she’d nod up and down vigorously, even though she hasn’t been to the theater in ages, lying smoothly by using nothing but her knowledge from the movie’s trailers to keep a convo going. “Are you good at math?” you could ask her, and even though she is, she’d lie and say no, just so she wouldn’t have to deal with the pressure of tutoring you and possibly being horrible at it…

Her mood swings, from one extreme to the other, but mainly, Sonya tends to be blunt and has a sharp-tongue, even though a person like her really can’t afford to have one. She’s the type of person who laughs at all the wrong times — maybe someone was telling her their grades on a recent test and she’ll laugh, thinking they meant to laugh off the bad news when really, they’re down in the dumps about it, because, hello, their parents will definitely ground them when they get home! “This is not a laughing matter, Sonya!” She tries to say what’s on her mind most of the time, since she really doesn’t like lying (and damn, is she a hypocrite) so having a normal conversation with her, especially when you’re a new face, depending on circumstances, might come out as strained and uncomfortable.

And then there’s the whole language barrier, or rather, the thick accent that she puts on her words. With Russian being her native tongue, even though she has picked up both English and Japanese fairly well, she still tends to botch easy sentences, making for hilarious screw ups on her part, although they’re probably not hilarious to her… The blonde also swears like a sailor, mostly in Russian though, and especially when she’s angry. If you’ve ever wanted to learn how to swear in Russian, just tick Sonya off, and she’ll show you how it’s done. She also speaks with Russian while she’s at home, so it’s really the only language that she’s ever comfortable with. Interestingly enough, she feels weird lying to anyone in Russian, so if she’s speaking in her native tongue, it’s probably… the only time she’s ever being real with anyone.

Although she is a mixture of assorted emotions, one that truly stands out is how motherly and protective she can be towards people who are younger than her and have it rougher than she has it now. Back in Russia, Sonya and her father had it extremely rough, so tears and any sort of melancholic feeling is probably her only true weakness. She somehow has made helping other’s out a habit of hers, and once she takes a liking to someone who she feels could use an extra hand, she makes a habit of checking up on them. It’s not even like Sonya is the most charitable person in the world — she hates doing volunteer work and can’t ever seen herself working outside of her father’s car garage — but tears, sadness, people in need… how can she just sit back and say ‘no,’ to their need, when she’s been though the same thing.

One last important factor of our blonde her one passion in this world, and that is anything that involves her holding a screwdriver, wrench, or what have you. Sonya is what one could dub a repairman; when it comes to nuts and bolts, she’s the girl you can call if something electronic breaks or shuts down. Primarily, she works on cars in her father’s garage, and she’s pretty damn good at fixing what’s broken. In her spare time, however, she fancies herself as an inventor… and one would think that a repairman can fix just about anything is good at tinkering, right? Wrong. Sonya is probably the worst inventor ever and anything she builds either falls apart or self-destructs. Or just doesn’t work… She still keeps at it though, and aims to start what she calls the “era or robots,” by building one that can do all of her English homework for her… So far, her attempts haven’t been very successful…

Timeline:
Current

History:
Yakutsk, Siberia, Russia, the coldest city on Earth. Maybe there were places colder, but Sonya doubted it, doubted it immensely. It was here that our ditz was born, to Boris and Kata Boklov — her father being naught but a simple mechanic and her mother, a model, well known around these terrifyingly cold streets. In the beginning of Boris and Kata’s marriage, everything seemed perfect… until Sonya came along.

As soon as Sonya came into the world, the model realized, maybe a little too late, that she hated children, possibly everything about children, from their looks to their needy cries, to the constant attention they needed. Sonya spent her first seven years in this world watching her parents argue, and then, out of nowhere, Kata left, just like that. The divorce, if there even was one, was quick, painless, and Boris found himself all alone, with only Sonya and his garage to take care of… They had once lived a carefree life with Kata’s modeling waging paying for most of their luxuries, but when Kata left, so did the money, and they fell…

It was hard, at first, but at a young age, Sonya realized that she had a thing for mechanics! Well, sort of. She didn’t have the childhood that most can brag about, no, she spent her days and nights neglecting school and helping her father out at the garage. They moved frequently, each house being smaller and smaller than the last, until finally, they just decided to live in their garage, the smell of rust and oil permeating through their daily lives. But that was fine.

And who needed a mother, anyway? Sonya grew up without a maternal figure in her life, and because of that, she suffers — today, her fashion sense is horrible, and she harbors a jealousy towards anyone who can act girly and moe, a skill that is far beyond her grasp. Instead of learning how to apply makeup and mascara, she was getting under the hood, fixing problems she’d never even known the technical terms for, smiling through the grease and the sweat at her father, knowing that every little bit of money counted towards something.

Living conditions for them were horrible; sometimes she fell asleep covered in car grease and oil, but still, everything was fine… Everything was fine, right? Well, she thought it’d be fine, until one day, Boris woke up one morning, and on a billboard in front of their garage, Kata’s name was lit up in lights. Finally, his ex-wife had made it big, and Yakutsk wouldn’t shut up about her. Every commercial, every billboard, flyers that were tacked up on bulletin boards and street signs, all of them spoke of Kata, and Sonya could see her father slipping into a deep depression.

So they moved here, and it was hell for the first few years… Sonya remembers the days where she tried her hand at English, Japanese, anything and botched up the easiest of sentences, the simplest of words. They had a garage here, sure, and maybe her father could handle pantomiming to all his customers, but she couldn’t. Sonya started her first year of high school here, and had to spend it taking extra classes to learn both English and Japanese, or at least, the basics. For the first years or so, she was known as the “mime,” the kid who could barely communicate with anyone, but now, she’s a pro, although her accent is still really thick…

Now, it’s her third year in high school, and she’s still not sure what to do with herself…

I will find it, that precious thing that I lost

Never more, because I’m sure your voice will guide me

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Stats:
Strength oriented.

Arcana:
Strength Arcana

Persona:
Valkyrie [not yet obtained]

Method of Summoning:
None, as of yet.

Strengths:
Resistant to ice.

Weaknesses:
Weak against wind.

Skills:
Bufu, Rakunda, Media, Arm Chopper

Weapon of Choice:
Screwdrivers. She can use them in bulk, as throwing weapons, since she keeps about five on her person at random times, or, she can use them as melee weapons, using one in each hand to slash at the enemy.

I don’t know when but I really have forgotten

Those important words that I once believed in when I was young

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Parents/Relatives:
[FATHER] Boris Boklov, aged 47, car mechanic
[BIRTH MOTHER] Kata Krylova, aged 39, model

Friends:
n/a

Enemies/Rivals:
n/a

Romantic Interest:
n/a

Other:
n/a

In the world I can’t wake up from I searched for them

I finally found them, they were deep in my heart all along

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Characters you play:
None, yet!

How did you find the site?:
Yume! She showed me this place, and I just had to join…

Author Notes:
This is my first Persona roleplay, whoot! So hopefully I don’t mess anything up. xD And this is also my first time importing an old charrie of mine into a Persona universe, so yeah, I’m super excited about all of this!

Face Claims:
Raimei Shimizu from Nabari no Ou

Contact:
[ MSN ] [e-mail]

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