●Sonora M. Harpischord●
”Sight is way too overrated.Whats the world without sound to give life color, freewill,and imagination?"
Puppeteer:Anir of Frize
On my birth certificate:
Sonora Melody Harpischord
But please call me:
Sona or Sonora.
I happen to be a :
Female. Complete with a uterus and ovaries.
Years that I have gone through:
Sixteen Wonderful Years.
Take a DNA test, I'm:
99.9999999% Human,.00000005% Siren and .00000005% Banshee.
This is how I roll:
Straighhttt. igofordemmenz. ;]
What looks back at me in the the reflection glass:
Sona is truly a pretty girl, she truly is. No lie. But she lacks the motivation to use that nature given prettiness and make it gorgeous. That being said, one could call her homely or better yet, the epitome of a surly teenager look with the borderline visage between young lady and woman. Needless to say, her features would have earned her a spot on the runway if she polished them up.
The first thing about Sonora that anyone could gush about are her eyes. True, they were brown, the dominant gene, but they were a magnificent brown that altered shades and tones. Those chocolate hues twinkled in happiness at times but also lightened up to a soft amber honey when the sun hit it just right. On an ordinary day, they were a brown so deep and lush, it was if one would sink into a bath of rich dark chocolate. Surrounding her nice warm pupils, was whiteness like any typical eye of course but also a faint but noticeable band of gold. Not amber gold, but a thin rim of gold surrounding her pupils. One would have to be rather close to notice that! Long soft lashes framed those very eyes, with every blink, she swept her blush brushed cheeks and casted a heavy shadow to further conceal those dazzling gold rims.
Her nose was carefully sculpted, not sticking out, not too flat. Extending just right, in perfect proportion to her slim angular face. Speaking of her face, her face was just perfectly symmetrical, almost alluring in the way she tilted her chin or angled her jaw bone. Lush lips, a faint cherry blossom pink, were usually in a determined set line or in a lost smile on most days. But when she did smile, two dimples, deep as craters and just as deep as her irises appeared. Her hair was a silky brown, glimmering and shining with every toss of her hair. It was slightly wavy, and it was streaked with tell tale lines of dirty blond. On most days, she had this wonderful hair tied up messily in a bun or thrown back lazily in a ponytail. Rarely did she let it down.
Her body was supple and long with a certain identifiable leanness to it. Average height at the best, five simple feet with eight inches to top it off. Her legs were long, unmarred, naturally hairless with elegance seldom seen. As were her arms tapered by porcelain hands with delicate fingers meant to strum the guitar or grace a harp. Breast size wasn't large, neither small, just in the happy medium with a flat belly any girl would die for. Her skin was a nice olive tone, slight tan with that indoor kept whiteness evident in her flawless skin.
Sometimes it all depended on her mood on her outfit. She ranged from flaring vintage miniskirts, complete with striped stockings, knee high boots and a Supre top to the simple decadence of paint splattered overalls over a sweatshirt. Then again, she rarely looked in the mirror for confirmation on her looks. After all, what was one strand of hair out of place going to do to her?
Under this year,month,day,time and star:
Pisces in the Year of the Dragon
This Is the Real Deal:
Extremely fun to be around once you get to know Sonora, with her twinkly laugh and her guffaw laugh out loud jokes. Sonora is definitely not one to mope about her history, or her life. So she doesn't expect others to do the same when hanging around her. She's loud, she can be obnoxious, but she is the best singer and the best musician you'll ever get to meet. Quick to make friends, and even quicker to make enemies, Sonora speaks her mind all the time any time, whenever and to whomever. She's a carefree spirit, never tethered by how people judge her, but living on her own personal theme park roller coaster loopity loop fun fun world. Just because she looks to live her life in the sunshine, doesn't mean she isn't sensitive either. She wants everyone to be cheered up, whether it be the shoulder to cry on or a joke to tell. One thing however, his her notoriety to lure poor unsuspecting men with her heavenly voice.
Play the Black and White Movie:
Sonora was born to two unknown individuals who gave her up for adoption and then soon disappeared from society forever. Raised by two very musically enhanced and gifted couple, Sonora lived her whole life surrounded by the mournful soul of Jazz to the unbearable sweetness of sung Sonnets. It was to no surprise she herself sought her living in the ways of the vocal and musical arts. Sonora had a gift, a gift to sing and I gift to perceive sound and manipulate such to such beauty that even the skies cried with joy. But in general, she lived a semi-normal life. Constantly uprooted from town to town, she followed her parents on their tours and met many musical muses and inspirations. But at the tender age of 12, her adoptive parents settled down in England while sending Sonora to one of the most prestigious schools of the arts that the world had to offer.
She studied there for four years, making friends and playing on a world traveling tour with majors in the art of the Harp and the skills of the Guitar. Besides what her fingers could do, her voice could do better. It was to be described like honey threads spun into thread so thin, it was like a gleam of golden light. And her songs were like a blanket of that, basking in sweetness or sadness, with incredibly rich quality and smoothness. However, at the time of year 11 rolled around, Sonora received another invite to another equally prestigious school.
You see, Sonora had learned to use her voice to lure people to her, to control their emotions so vividly it was if by magic. It was a dangerous gift, a gift she had realized when the first syllable of song left her mouth. Her voice could cut the air and break glass, she could manipulate her voice to be heard by certain people and not by others. So when the invitation came, Sonora accepted immediately.
Don't Mess With Me, I Have A:
-Classic Guitar:
Pretty bulky and a great club, but it is one of her more portable instruments in her musical talents and her alluring songs and sounds.
-Harp:
Huge as crap. But one of her most effective tools in tempting and wooing people. If she really put her mind to it, she could control a whole army with this thing accompanied with her voice.
-iPod:
Over like a billion songs on this thing. Sing every single one by heart, knows the steps, the notes, and the lyrics. Also, she also recorded her own music on here so she can just lure someone into listening to her, and she has them in her HAND.
-Pepper spray:
Don't touch my a** and boobs! b***h. I'll own your face.
-Portable battery powered microphone:
When she is without her lovely instruments, she can use the microphone to make her sound nice and LOUD.
What is not seen:
-Voice:
She can lure men, women, children, and animals to do her bidding with a simple song. Along with this, she can change her voice to copy the identity of another person. All she has to do is hear them at least once.
-Sound:
Not only can she use her voice to lure people to her, or do to what she wants, she can manipulate sound to dangerous decibels. Enough to shatter eardrums, break glass, cause emotional distillation or disturb radio or other transmitted wave frequencies. Also can be a physical force, attacked by sound or waves of immense pressure. She is also impervious to her own screams as well. So no use trying to reflect it back at her.
-Electromagnetic Waves(sound waves):
BAM BABY. I can twist the sound in the air to make it seem like a whole other thing. Or I can just crush you with a huge sonic BOOM.
Cracking Like An Egg:
-Bad Music:
Sonora HATES bad music, of any kind, of ALL kinds. ESPECIALLY rap, aka crap without the c. She will not hesitate to scream and scream till YOUR eardrums burst.
-Bugs:
EW. Creepy crawlies, slimies, wigglies, disgusting little things that fly and crawl and sting and bite.
-Death/Destruction:
Its all about construction, creativity, imaginationn! Death and darkness, decay and chaos, no no no! She shies away from those things.
-Blood:
Its disgusting, it smells, and it makes me sad.
-Rudeness:
I dare you to be rude to me. I dare you.
Making Me Love You:
-Sweets:
Love love love chocolate and candies and yummy delicious sugar coated gummie bears or a scrumptious chocolate bunny. Especially expensive candy, oh lord will Sonora tackle you for them. Will crack if offered them.
-(Good)Music:
Love.Love.Love. Music! She'll pounce on you, she'll be your best buddy. Thats how the musicians roll in her days. MMHM.
-Confidence:
No need for stage fright, go out there and show the world what you are made of. Strut that stuff like a slut bams her glams.
-Stars:
Twinkle.Twinkle.Little.Star.How I wonder what you are...
->Fave
Color-Blue
Gem-Topaz
Food-Spaghetti and Meatballs.
Darling Associates:
-Celian Locke/Roomie/"Well, aren't you just so sweet?" He said in reply to her notion to rid of the smell. His words could have easily been twisted into a sarcastic comment, but it was easy to tell that he meant every word."
Devilish Assholes:
None as of now.
Stolen My Heart:
None.
Where I Sleep:
Dorm 10
I Have My Morals:
Neutral with the bias of good.
This Is What the Jam To:
Hot'N'Cold By Kate Perry
Mistral By Malgorzata Zalewska
The Voice By Celtic Women Snap shots:
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