Post by Sonora Adair on Aug 11, 2010 21:45:56 GMT -5
Sonora Evelyn Adair
I'll be there anytime you need me by your side
To dry away every teardrop that you cry
And if he ever leaves you blue
just remember I love you
And I'll be there before the next teardrop falls
I'll be there before the next teardrop falls.
Full Name: Sonora Evelyn Adair
Nicknames: Sonny, Sunny, Nora
Physical Age: 25
Date of Birth: 8-11-85
Hometown: New Orleans
Current Residence: New Orleans
Occupation: Massage Therapist /Beauty & Aroma Therapist
Relationship Status: single
Character Type: witch
Affiliations: good
Gender: female, duh
Hair: blonde
Eyes: blue/green
Height: 5' 3½"
Weight: 110 lbs give or take a few
Body Type: average
Best Feature: eyes
Worst Feature: feet
Sexuality: she's open to all things
Personal Style: anything that is comfortable relaxing and cute. she doesn't tend to stick to any particular trend she is open to everything. she doesn't do labels.
Face Claim: Amanda Seyfried
Abilities: spellcasting, potion making, making massage oils, organic cosmetics (lotions, facial spreads, oils, candles etc), shrinking her friends and being a good listener.
Personality:
Sonora is a fun loving girl who has a passion to help people and make them feel better. She isn't one that likes to get into traditional medicines, but she likes to make her own herbal remedies. She is a lover of her friends and would do anything to help them out or keep them safe. She is a very charitable person which can be a good thing and bad thing at times. She is too trusting and can be a little bit naive, but isn't oblivious to the 'evil things' out there in the world. She can be very resourceful in a crisis. She maybe a bit sweet and a little bit innocent so she is easily tainted by lies and can be manipulated very easily. She is far from spoiled unlike her other siblings. She strived for success on her own.
Likes:
•helping people
•shopping
• coffee
•dabbling into new things
•mystery
• adventure
•friends
•watching the nights sky and stars
•dancing in the rain
•parties
Dislikes:
• rude people
• obnoxious people
• snotty and stuck up b****es
• seafoods
• rumors
Strengths:
•easy to talk to
• good listener
• her beauty products
• her compassion
• her love for living things
• her friends
• volunteering
Weaknesses:
• gets guilted into things easy
• can be very naive
• her friends and family
• her love for animals
• too trusting and it gets her burned easily
• hotties
Mother: Lilyanna Adair
Father: Douglas Adair
Siblings: Vivian Adair (older), Aaron Adair (younger)
Others: Meridith Warren ; Grams anything else n/a at this time. I haven't thought out her family tree, but I am open to other long distance family members.
Bio:
Sonora was born and raised into the Adair Family. Her family is very wealthy and lives in the life of luxury, but she wasn't the spoiled type really. Some would say she had a sweet life with her parents owning a few hotels threw out the united states, but the blitz and glamor didn't taint this young girl. She is the middle child, so was the loner so it seemed she was the one that loved to study and get got grades and hang with friends and try to make a difference in the world while her parents were just money grubbers. When she was very young she learned of the unpleasant things of the world.The things that would make a child hide in the corner and wish to die. The things that go bump in the night are real! Her sister used to kid with her about that kind of stuff and would tell her the zombies lived under her bed and when she leasts expected it they would come and eat her. It terrified her to death.
She would hide out in the basement away from her brothers and sister, and would look there her grams old things. Her gram was like her. She was a sweet old lady that would tell her fairytale of magics and that people could live happily ever after if they tried. It was her grams that taught her that she could make a difference and that she should stay in school and help people. Her grams had been murdered by a blood sucking son from hell or well that is what she thought they were, but most people call them vampires. It was very traumatic and heart breaking to her that her grams died in such a manor and thought she deserved to die with dignity and respect. Vampires have forever tarnished her memory of her dear old grams. It was on that day she vowed to try to make the world a better place however she could.
When she was 13 she started going to a private school that she could take a trade in and she decided to take beauty and aroma therapy. She thought maybe if she learned how to make people relax that the violence of the world would stop. It was also the age she learned that she was a witch or potentially could be one. Her grams had been one and it often made her wonder if her mother was one to. Did her mother hide this history of the family from them? Was this how they became so wealthy? Questions stirred in her mind. She had found her grandmothers spell books and trinkets in their home. Reading over her grandmothers memoirs and spell books it in some weird sense made her feel like everything would be okay that she was still there with her in someway. There was also some journals from their great great great great ancestors all the generations of witches.
It was a fascinating subject to her. What little girl didn't want to be a witch like Glenda in the wizard of oz or a fairy princess. She loved Halloween and loved to dress up, but often wondered if there were real creatures out waiting to eat little children. What devilish began's were real and what were myths. She studied her little heart on on all things. She made several friends and was always there for them in a crisis. She was the one that picked up the pieces when her friends hearts were broken having fun girly nights where she found her passion of beautify products. She learned with magic that she can make all natural products to make her friends better, but this was her little secret. Her trade at school also helped with her making a difference and the products she was making. She dreamed to one day have her own little shop to sell her creations.
It was a dream for hers for a very long time. She began saving when she got her first job at a department store at a makeup counter to help with her school credits. it was a really rewarding experience to her at the age of 16. When she was 18 she moved out of her families house and into her grams, it was left to her in her grams will where she found even more mysterious and wonderful heirlooms. The place smelled of her dear old sweet gram. Her parents had wanted to rent out the place for more money, but it was left to her and she wanted to live there. It is her own sanctuary. She enrolled in college to study massage therapy.
She continued to work threw college, saving up for a place where she can sell her products and work her talents. She would be careful roaming the streets at night when she was out alone. You never knew what terror was lurking around the corner. Night could be deadly where the demons prey the most was the shadows or so she had heard. She maybe naive when it comes to friends and boys, but she wasn't when it came to magics and critters. She has a few friends who are also witches and well they talk about things most don't know about. There out the years she had several boyfriends and most of them ended badly. She was tried of hearing the same old lies and what not. Could anyone blame her? She had decided to try things on her own for a while for some her time and to work on her dreams more.
At the age of 24 she opened up her own little shop with fun filled goodies for all to help people relax. She uses some of her profits to help friends, homeless, and animals in need. Sonora loves reading to little children. It breaks her heart that so many are abandon daily and put into foster homes. Her parents may not have spoiled her rotten with toys and stuff, but she thinks the kids in group homes and orphanages deserve some so she tries to donate to toys for tots and loves going to hospital children's wards. Some think she is nuts, but she loves it. Helping people brings joy to her. Her business was open for 6 months, before it burned to the ground. She doesn't know how or why it burned, but the police thought it was arson. It is still under investigation. What she didn't know was her parents were the one that had done it. They were upset that she had achieved her own dreams and didn't count on them. Hatred driven people out to ruin her life.
On her 25 birthday, and ex of hers had tried to kill her. She wasn't having the best luck in the world it felt like the world was out to get her, but she still trusted people too much. Her ex was sent to jail for attempted murder. He wanted her and didn't want anyone else to have her. She was the sweet type that any girl would love to bring home to their mom and their mom would love, but for her love was something that would have too wait. She was more concerned with the things going on around her with her friends and all the bad things lingering about New Orleans. She would try to make a difference where she can. One of her friends recently disappeared without a trace and she is looking into what happened to her. Could this lead her down a path to the dark and nasty and open her up more to the dark and sinister side to the world and more evil then she could have ever imagined.
RP Sample:
Viktoria had decided to leave her fathers there was just too much action going on there. How was she supposed to considerate on college with people there all the time? It was crazy. However, she did like spending time with her actual father. She could now see why her mother had divorced him. Therefore, she no longer blamed her mother for his not being there. At least she had been accepted, to college back home in Havery, Montana. Who knew she would be back? She goes off to see new places and meet new people and where does she end up? Back home. At least she would not be living with her mother. Her father had taken care of her housing arrangements, and will be paying for that since he owes her for all those years they were apart.
She couldn't blame him for not locating them. Her mother made it very hard to track them. Changing their name and all but he had finally found her. It was nice to stay with him while it lasted. Sure, she made some cool friends and would have to say goodbye to all of that but she missed the quiet town of Havery. Looking around the room Viktoria started packing all her belongings that were in her so-called room. She was leaving this place. She knew it would be a long trip home. A very long trip home. Taking Air Planes and trains. She knew she would be exhausted when she got back to Havery at least her apartment will be all set all she would have to do is find the place and get her keys from the proprietor.
Who knows she may have to spend one night with her mother and get some rest before she could move all her stuff into her new apartment. It is going to rock having an apartment to herself with no nagging brothers or sisters. Just the piece and quiet of herself and her designs. Just thinking of that made her more excited as she began to pack her items faster. She was eager to go. She could here and argument down stairs that made her roll her eyes. Someone was always fighting here over something stupid. She didn't know how her father could stand it. Then again, this after all was a life that he is accustoming to…
A few hours went by and Viktoria was all packed. She was set to leave her new home in Italy and move back to the small town of Havery. All her memories and good friends are there. How she missed the friends, she went to school with. It would be nice to rekindle things with them. She had lost contact with them after she has moved here. It would be a good surprise to everyone that she is coming home. She had not called anyone and figured she would just surprise them. She bid her father and her newfound family good bye. Her father had arranged transportation to the airport. She was now on her own once more surrounded by silence something she has not heard in ages. It was nice.
The airport was hectic people everywhere. Speaking Italian. She didn't understand half of the people. Viktoria pulled out her ticket Exit 42 That was where she would have to go but first she had to get her luggage checked which she had waited in the line for like a half hour. Waiting is just so boring and her patience was so running on empty. Finally she got her stuff checked and was able to move on the the next stage of waiting. She stopped by the small coffee place while waiting to catch the plane getting a large coffee. How she missed the starbucks and Dunkin Donuts back home. They seemed to make their coffee just right this place tasted like it had been brewing all day long. It tasted like charcoal or something along that line. She had to control herself not to vomit at the moment. Walking out the small shop, she immediately threw it in the next trashcan.
"That was disgusting." She said the herself stopping at the next place to get a diet coke to wash that nasty taste away. Finally, she was on her way and found exit 42 she took a seat and waited for the plane to board. While she waited, she just watched and observed the peoples fashions. Some people so needed help but she didn't have time to give them pointers. She just wanted to go home and get the hell out of here. Finally, it was time for that blasted plane to load. Getting in line, she still had to wait a bit. Finally, her plane had loaded and she made it to her seat. This was going to be a long plane ride hopefully they would play some good movies unlike the trip here. Viktoria had a rather boring trip on her way to Italy but at least she was with her father’s men then. Now she was all by her lonesome and would hardly be able to understand the people. About an hour into the plane ride, she was passed out cold. This was a rather long flight and then after this she would have to take a train home.
When she awoken hours later there was still a few more hours to the flight. She was already sick of sitting in this seat. She had a kink in her neck and she so needed to stretch and walk around but for now she would have to wait. Viktoria was a wimp when it came to flying. It was one of her greatest fears but she had to get on the plane to go home. She wished she could have slept longer but she could not. The flight started to shake a bit turbulence some would say. Viktoria panicked and grasped her seat tightly and closed her eyes. Is the plane going down? That was all she could think. Finally, the plane stopped shaking it as only turbulence. The rest of the wait had gone by in a blur she didn't remember what she had done so she assumed she went back to sleep…
At the airport she exited the plane, went to get her belongings, and called for a cab to bring her to the train station. It was pitch black outside. Getting in the cab, she told the man where she needed to go and of course, he brought her there in no time. Viktoria had arrived at the train station and paid the kind man. She gathered a trolley and waited for her train to arrive. This was one long trip home. She knew she would not arrive to later the next morning. This long route was the only way home. She would have had to wait until next week before she could get a flight straight home in which she did not want to do. She wanted to spend some time with friends until school started. It would be good to catch up seeing as she has been away for ages so it seems but it was only a year.
Placing all her belongings except her carry on bag she placed in the proper spot on the train and got a compartment on the train and waited for the thing to take off so she could get this ride over and done with and then on to the bus station. What a detour this seemed to be. Should she have waited until next week? She knew she would be wiped by the time she got to Havery. The minutes after the train pulled away seemed to go by so slow. Like time itself had stopped. It was as if they were going nowhere fast. All she wanted to do right now was to go home and cuddle up in her own bed. Where she felt safe. Here was not a safe place. Who felt safe on a train? It is possible it can derail or crash into something. Viktoria always had those phobia's Most would just crack remarks about it. She really did have those phobias and they are no laughing matter in her view.
Looking out the window, she watched the trees fly by. It wasn't helping her much only making her dizzy. Turning away she scrummage threw her carry on bag and pulled out her pad of paper and pencil. She would try to design something new. She was after all going to college for fashion design it was always something she had wanted to do. When she was a little girl she use to make clothes for all her Barbie's now, it was time to actually try to make things for the real world. She was going to have her work cut out for her this year. Up all nights trying to get projects done she could see it now. Drawing sometimes really helped relax her. It made all her fears of the train slip away.
In no time, she was at her destination and again she had to catch a cab to the bus station. Catching that bus, she should be home between the hours of 1 or 2 depending on how fast the driver goes. Hopefully she would not have an old granny driver. She was too amped to go to sleep. At the bus station she bought her ticket and got her baggage loaded onto the bus and then stopped at the coffee shop across the street to get a coffee since the bus wasn't due to leave for another 20 minutes and she so did not want to pace around the bus station for 20 minutes.
Twenty minutes had came and gone and the bus loaded up. She took her seat. She was so ready to go home and get moved in her own place. She would sleep on the floor for now if she had to it had to have been better then sleeping on the plane. She just went to sleep so she did not have to think and face her fear. The bus was no big things she has taken it before. Why do buses not scare her? They easily like cars can get into accidents. There are many ignorant drivers out there these days that think they are the so-called shit at driving. Please they are just lying to themselves. Everyone has their bad habits such as speeding or doing their make up while driving, talking on the phone. How could she be so sure that this driver is not one of those people? She didn't but she took the chances when the time arises. She is placing her life in their hands.
Over the past year, she has been place in a number of life or death situations so you figured this mean of travel was nothing compared to that. Viktoria pulled out her drawing pad again. She surveyed the people’s styles and ages. Something’s looking at people helped her think. Sometimes people did get the wrong impression if she stares to long. It doesn't mean she likes them or that she is stalking them she just likes to watch the way people present themselves. Is that wrong? She hardly felt so. Viktoria began to draw and make note of possible designs. She didn't want to start something she could not finish. She usually liked to be in the comfort of her own fashion studio. She called that her comfort zone. Sure it was a small room in the basement at her mothers but now she would have a 2 room apartment with a study thanks to her wonderful daddy that is taking care of her but that however does not make up for lost times.
Viktoria stopped drawing and making small notes looking out the window she was almost home she recognized the land marks she just past. She was getting excited. She would be home soon she couldn't wait. About 10 minutes later she arrived at the bus station, gathered her baggage, and again called a cab. This was the third cab she had taken today that must have been some kind of record. Well for her at least she hardly takes cabs. Right now, she doesn't have a car. She used to borrow her stepbrothers. Maybe her daddy would get her one. She would have to see once she gets settled and all moved in and start her courses. She was sure she would be very busy with classes and she may just need a car to get around. She is one that often doesn't realize what time it is since she is so detailed into doing her work right and will not stop until she thinks it is perfect.
Viktoria had the cab take her to her mother’s house of course no one was home. Good thing she had a key. The cabbie left her baggage on the porch. She paid him and then opened the door to the house. It smelt just the same as she before she left. She does think that everyone’s home has a different homely smell. Do others feel that or is it just her? Is she weird? Odd? Looking around the house was a bit messy… Teenager's they hardly like to pick anything up. She was never like that well she couldn't remember being like that. She was always labeled the near freak of the household. Placing her stuff inside she closed the door and brought them into her so-called room for now.
She would surprise everyone later. Being the neat freak she, was she had to tidy things in the house before she left? She had to go to go to the real estate office to get her keys. Hopefully the apartment wasn't anything icky. Hopefully it wasn't her daddy was paying good money for it. She would walk to the office see the sites. She wasn't going to take yet another cab and waste more of her money. She found staying with her dad was an experience. She actually got an allowance. How cool was that. Her mom believed they had to work for money. Morals or something like that. Who actually goes by every single moral these days? They must be a saint to abide by every moral but that was not the subject at had. Getting her apartment and looking at it was.
Walking down the street, she waved at all the familiar old people she knew. She thought it was common courtesy to say hello to someone. She passed a very nicely decorated house in which a dog came barking immediately." Whoa, Nice Doggy." Viktoria mumbled as she backed away slowly. Sure, the dog was tied up but she wasn't going to take her chances. Moving on down the street. She could see the lease office. Her daddy should have already wired the place the money all she had to do was look at the agreement and sign it. Standing outside the building, she gained her composure staring at the building. Taking a deep breath. "Well here goes nothing." Viktoria stated as she made her way up the stone steps and threw the perfectly white double door. She looked at the signs to find which room she was suppose to go. She finally found the right door knocked. Why did she knock it is a real estate place not a friend’s house.
She explained to the kind woman at the desk that she is Viktoria and she was here to sign her lease agreement. "Take a seat dear." The old Grey haired lady said." Some one will be with you shortly. "Thank you." Viktoria replied as she took a seat and waited for the real estate woman. Looking around the room she seen magazines everywhere and pictures of big places in town on the wall. After a few minutes late, she was called into another room in which she would now go sign her life away. "Alright have a seat we are now going to talk about your lease." A middle-aged woman stated. Viktoria took a seat waiting for the woman to continue. "I am Mrs. Garrett. If you have any questions please feel free to stop me and I will answer any questions you may have also you can call me on this phone between the hours stated on the card. Viktoria accepted the card and placed it in her pocket book right always. She would hate to lose something as important as that. That would be horrid. It would be just as bad as the time her sister whom is a year younger than her flushed her homework because she was mad. Girl has issues.
"Ok now we will go over the basic and simple rules. A moron can follow these.
1. Your rent of 900 a month is due on the first of the month. Hearing the price, she flinched a bit. What and expensive place. Ahh I don't want to be called little miss rich girl. I hope everything is included.
2. All utilities are included if you have a problem with anything. Please call the office and we shall have are men there as soon as possible.
3. No overly loud parties. Small quiet ones are fine but nothing major that would cause damages. If you do, you will lose your security deposit and will have to pay for any damages that exceed your Security deposit.
4. No leaving your clothing in the washers over night... We do not wish to smell the stank that follows clothes that site in their all night. Viktoria raised an eyebrow at that. Now that is a weird rule. Who leaves their clothing in a washer for more than one day?
5. If your payment is going to be late, please notify use so we do not think that you are going to as someone would say float by. You will not. We keep records of each payment and the date you pay it.
6. If you are going to be away, for sometime such as a vacation. please let us know.
7. If you have any questions at any time please call the office
" Follow those simple 7 rules and you should be fine." The mid age woman said. Now all you have to do is sign here where the x is and you will be all set to move in when ever you want." Viktoria nodded and took the pen from the woman signing her name on the line with the x. The woman made copies of the agreement handing her one and pulling out the keys to her newfound apartment. The woman explained that it was near town so she would be near the university and the town. Viktoria was ecstatic. She now had her own place it was a done deal. "Thank you and have a nice day." Viktoria said with a grin on her face. She exited the room and made her way out the room she had been in, down the hall, and out the door to see the busy street. Al she seen is more and more cars as she made her way towards town. How fun it was to walk. Thank god, it had not rained today. Scanning the windows of the store, nothing seemed to have changed much since she was gone. She didn't expect it would change. She now wondered where her friends were.
How she missed them. She wanted to see some of them before she headed home. She was nervous to see them again thinking they would hate her for not calling or anything. Which she should have done. They probably think she died or something in Italy. Clothing her eyes she took in a deep breath of fresh air as she was walking of course not watching where she was walking she bumped into someone. Oh great just my luck first day home and I am already running someone over with out a car no less." I am sorry silly me was not watching where i was going."
(old post i hope this is okay..i don't have any for this character)
SIGGY BY THE TALENTED MAX!!