the latest hunts had bored sonya out of her mind: fruitful in game, but not in walkers. she had taken no interest in killing deer or trying to fish--her real pleasure came from killing what was already dead. the few dead they had occasionally encountered were often too slow, anyway. their food rations weren’t too bad, and hopefully with adrian’s sprouting roots, they would be set for the rest of the winter.
with no zombies to slay, and the threat of starvation hopefully solving itself, sonya felt useless. sitting on one of the benches near the mess hall, she watched as people filtered in and out. spying a familiar face trodding towards the dining area, presumably for lunch, sonya stood up, long legs closing the distance between them. she had already started shrugging off her winter coat, casting it aside once she was within arm’s reach of them.
“forget everything you’re doing,” she said, tone devoid of humor. “we’re going to spar. right now.” hunching over and raising her fists, sonya gave a ‘come here’ motion, hoping they’d accept her invitation.
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taking a deep breath in, her chest rising softly as umber dark orbs watch deep into the darkness. patrol was easy for her, having a schedule, protecting everyone within the walls of the sanctuary. it was a quiet night, there hadn’t even been a dead one at the gates since sundown. for a moment she let her guard down, taking a moment to rest her back against a tree. her gun was pushed off to the side of her body, nimble fingers moving to her pocket, fumbling to find the smooshed pack of cigarettes, inching one of the death sticks out of its paper home and in between her lips, the lighter following suit coming up, just as she’s about to spark the light she hears something… coming from behind her… a crack of a branch, a rustle of leaves and a light reflecting off the windows of near by buildings of the camp. her free hand moving to her weapon once more before moving swiftly from behind the tree confronting the source of the disturbance in her peace. spotting the figure, she lets go of the tension in her body, her mouth falling open agape before smiling softly & muttering under her breath in spanish; “maldito infierno, you frightened me…”
“hope you’ve got more of those hiding somewhere,” sonya stated coolly, gesturing to jazmin’s pack of cigarettes. her every step was confident and unafraid: most people, on patrols, were quiet, mouselike--and while sonya was not boisterous by any means, one could definitely describe her movements as careless. she had made no effort to mask any of her footfalls, and if anyone knew her well, they’d know it wasn’t because she didn’t want to be heard.
sonya couldn’t care less if a walker heard her. in fact, that’s what she had been hoping for. you could tell from the way her sword glinted in the light that even the weapon was as thirsty for blood as his master.
“haven’t seen any of ‘em on my runs in a loooong while,” sonya added, still in regard to the cigarettes. her eyes drifted upwards, sword still clutched in her hand so she could meet the gaze of the patrol.
⬶ marie avgeropoulos ⤅ 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘, 30, she/her. sonya is second-in-command at camp, but they used to be an olympic athlete before the outbreak. they have been at the camp for 8 months. people say that they are ➳ fearless, ➳ objective, and ➳ observant, but also ➳ reckless, ➳ violent, and ➳ ruthless. that’s why they are called 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑. the only thing left reminding them of the time before the outbreak is 𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑏 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒.
pre-apocalypse
sonya had always been a fighter. you could have told from the way she tore out of her mother at birth. the two were polar opposites: strong and fragile, decisive and confused. with no men in the house, sonya took it upon herself to not only play faithful daughter, but also dutiful son, to karen gates. in her youth, she filled up much of her time with sports, her adolescence with studies, and her adulthood with work. she had competed as an olympic gymnast as a child, but along the way, she developed a love for rock climbing. (to be more accurate, she had her heart broken by an amateur climber and she swore that she wouldn’t stop until she was better than him.) her father, ian papadakis, was never present in her life until she earned her first olympic gold, and her mother passed away from diabetes shortly after sonya earned her 4th olympic gold.
post-apocalypse
though initially shaken by the outbreak, sonya seemed to almost thrive in the new environment. it was thrilling in ways that sports just...weren’t. for months, she travelled on her own, joining with some groups here and there when she grew a little lonely, making her way to nowhere in particular. her journey had started in florida, where she was doing charity work for hospitals. months of wandering and zombie-slaying eventually led her to virginia, where she met with nicholas lancaster and three other survivors.
the five of them together were a tight-knit group, and eventually stumbled onto the camp, where they chose to reside. in a twist of fate, five became two, and by process of elimination, sonya found herself in a leadership position she never really asked for.
personality
for sonya, it’s all about pushing herself to the limit, both physically and emotionally. though relatively calm and collected at camp, she has been proven to have a slow-building temper. she often goes out for hunts or to do field work when she gets the chance, preferring to avoid responsibilities that might await her at camp. she feels strongly that all expeditions out of camp go much smoother with her there, and that her abilities are best put to use where violence is an acceptable answer. she trusts very few people to get things done, and is incredibly impatient. she doesn’t take excuses, only results.
headcanons
➳ sonya is known widely for her athleticism: she has made use of climbing equipment for scouring trees and mountain faces for additional resources.
➳ can best many of the people at camp in arm-wrestling.
➳ she has an irrational fear of heights/falling, which is truly ironic, considering that she has a passion for rock climbing and bouldering.
➳ despite her cold, godless temperament, sonya is devoutly catholic. she rarely lets her personal feelings get in the way of decisions, and prays morning and night. she is not lawless, and in fact is a huge stickler for rules.
➳ sonya is a closeted lesbian, closeted being only because she feels strongly that having romantic interests during an apocalypse is a means to an end, and because it goes against her religious beliefs.
