Sonya Riley

A young woman born in a small northern town on the continent of Lordaeron. Being the only child in a relatively poor family, she didn't have the easiest time growing up but it could have been worse truth be told. She had the things she needed along with the odd doll here or there as a child, gifts that, along with the stories her father would sometimes tell her, kept her going. Her father was a hunter and a good man who would always try and provide aid to the other towns and villages in the area, so Sonya spent more time with her mother who taught her how to sew and care for the house. Only one skill proved somewhat useful however...

## Appearances

### Portrayed by

Drace

In life, Sonya was a plain looking village girl with bright green eyes and sandy blonde hair she got from her mother. She wasn't scrawny particularly, but not overly stocky either. The young girl had a few small scars here and there that remained even after her re-animation by the Lich King. Her emerald eyes now shone a ghastly green in one solid glow, and her flesh had grown even paler in complexion, becoming an almost ashen grey. Her flesh had become emaciated after her few years of slumber, showing the indications of her bones beneath.

## Personality

After her re-animation and the initial panic once the power that forced her corpse into servitude faded, Sonya was in disbelief. A disbelief that soon matured into cynicism, turning the once generally cheerful young woman into a jaded, cold version of her former self. She doesn't trust others especially non-undead, and has a profound anger towards the world at large, feeling her place in it and by extension, fate, to be a cruel joke.

## Background

### Childhood

The only child of a hunter and a seamstress, Sonya had a rather uneventful birth. Her early years were mostly littered with experiences of her sneaking out into the forests when she was meant to do chores, being scolded harshly by her mother after she had been caught time and time again. She was a rather rowdy girl, instead of trying to be proper, she'd run off to the river and try and catch frogs and snakes mostly, which only ostracized her from the other children a fair bit. This trait of hers only evolved further as she was in her young teens, starting a collection of things she'd find in the forests and around town. If something went missing even if for a moment, it'd likely be that girl again. She'd even wait sometimes to see if someone would accidentally leave something behind, or even try and swipe it herself. Not that she needed shiny things, only because she liked collecting them as her own personal hobby. It wasn't long before her peers started calling her a 'Vulture.'

### First Love

It wasn't until Sonya was eighteen years old that someone had started taking interest in her. She had grown a lot since she was a young girl, in more ways than one. The vast majority of the boys in the town stayed away from that 'vulture' and saw her as weird. That was what she was used to truth be told, she never had a crush or any little things like the other girls had, some had even started families already. But there was one of her peers who had an eye on her but was frankly too worried to make a move out of fear that the same ostracization Sonya faced would befall him too. But after a few months, Alric decided to man up and try and strike up a conversation with the young lady.

### Death

Almost a year had passed since Sonya and Alric started talking and even dating. He was her first love, and though they merely had a few sparse things in common, they had shared many good moments together. Alric had even ended up proposing to her, getting her a silver locket to wear around her neck as he knew she wasn't one for rings or the like. Their wedding was to be a few weeks away, at the only church their town housed. She wasn't all too happy about this however, and suggested she could find a better and less boring spot though it'd be a secret for now.

The Autumn air was cool and crisp, the crunching of leaves beneath her boots as Sonya snuck out to the forest late at night, heading to her favorite spot on the brook. She used to always go there to avoid her chores and try and catch frogs mainly. She set aside her cheap hand lantern, propped against a tree as she took in a deep breath of the cool air... And then sharply exhaled, seeing her breath out in front of her. At least her cloak was warm. Those were her thoughts as she surveyed the area, until she heard a noise behind her, causing her to spin on her heels and cause the sound of crisp leaves to fill the space. The lantern was still far enough away that she wasn't illuminated very well, and in the darkness of the night, covered in her dark brown cloak, it was easy to mistake her for something else...

Everything felt so heavy then, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she coughed and sputtered up blood. There was a burning sensation against her chest. and the last thing she really remembered was raising a hand shakily to a man's face, looking at him as her vision started to fade.. He seemed to be apologizing profusely and also crying? It was an odd thing to try and recall now that she was well.. It probably didn't matter in the end, accident or not she didn't get to rest, didn't get to have her peace.. And against her will, it was something she had to carry with her now and forever more.