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    Sonnie Wu's Avatar
    Sonja "Sonnie" Wu
    Striking Looks
    (Playful)
    Presence
    (Mischievous)
    Dexterity
    (Nimble)
    New Identity
    (Sonja Wu)
    Mantle
    (Spring)
    Mask:

    An alluring young beauty, Sonnie Wu is 5'2" and lean-bodied, with a light, nimble step and eyes that seem to say "Hey, you know what would be fun?" Her reddish-brown hair often seems slightly unkempt, and an amused smile regularly plays on her lips. Sonnie is usually dressed casually or for outdoor activity. She almost always wears a pair of red leather tabi boots.
    Mien:

    To the eyes of Fae, Sonnie's feet are like those of a monkey: Toes as long as fingers, with one on each foot being opposable like a thumb. A long monkey tail protrudes from the base of Sonnie's spine, covered in hair the same shade as her head. It appears to be prehensile, and often moves to react to her mood and dances about when she speaks, like people who "talk with their hands." Finally, her brown eyes turn golden.
    Mundane Equipment:

    Smart phone, messenger bag, quarterstaff, 2 throwing knifes (concealed), 3 goblin fruit (changes by season), mountain bike.
    Hedgespun

    Cloud-Stepping Shoes
    Hedgespun ● +2 Speed

    Riyu Jingu Bang (Staff)
    Hedgespun ●● +2 Damage

    Coin of the Lucky Monkey
    Hedgespun ●● +2 Defense
    Sonnie Wu Scenes
     
      Dreaming, Cloak of the Elements

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••••
    Steepscrambler

    Sonnie woke up with a start. Sitting up on her couch, the Beast scanned her small apartment for the source of the sound that had snapped her out of slumber. Her TV was on, but it was always on. A fan in the corner rattled as it rotated back and forth, dispersing some of the heat of the summer night. She dismissed them as the cause when the sharp noise came again. A dog yelping. From outside.

    Rising from the couch, she went to the open window and leaned her head out, now listening intently. There were all the usual city sounds. Car engines and horns, the occasional siren, the murmur of pedestrians. With the approach of Independence Day, fireworks were not unexpected, but Sonnie knew an animal when she heard one. There it was again. A dog crying in fear, preceded by an angry human voice.

    Scowling, she pulled on some jeans and headed out of her building. It wasn't quite midnight yet, but still solidly dark out. Crossing the street, the Spring Courtier tracked the location of the whining dog sounds down to a back alley a couple buildings away. There, in a makeshift yard of sorts, she found the animal in distress. She couldn't see him yet, as the pooch was hiding in a large wooden crate someone had dropped into a corner as a lazy attempt at a doghouse. A steel chain trailed out of the dark interior to a nearby metal post. The whole area stunk of garbage and dog shit.

    Keeping her distance, Sonnie crouched down in the shadow of a dumpster and watched the scene. Was the dog okay? She was careful about approaching it. There was movement in the large crate, and she heard a building growl emit from inside the doghouse. The canine warning was cut short when a rock crack across the top of the crate, eliciting another yelp.

    "Shatup you fuckin' mutt! That's the last time I'm gonna warn you!" came a curse from above. Looking up, Sonnie spotted a silhouette retreat back inside a third story window, before it slammed shut. She glared at the window for a moment, then at the crate again. She noticed there were food and water dishes, little more than old pie tins, laying empty and dirty near the crate. When was the last time this dog had been fed or watered?

    After a moment of thought, the Courser returned home. About ten minutes later, she came back to the alley, this time with supplies.

    Keeping an eye on the looming window for signs of movement, Sonnie knelt in the middle of the yard. Careful not to get too close, as she heard a soft growl in response to her arrival, she laid out her gifts for the unseen canine. A bowl into which she poured a bottle of water, and a paper plate holding some leftover meatloaf. The offerings placed, Sonnie retreated to the shadows.

    It took several minutes before the hidden dog finally emerged. Hunger and thirst made him less cautious than he might normally have been of a stranger. After a few test sniffs, the animal chowed down.

    Sonnie made no move to approach. She just studied the creature now that she could see it clearly.

    Even if he was in prime condition, the dog would have been ugly. A mutt of such heavily mixed ancestry, Sonnie couldn't phantom a guess as to what breeds were in there. He wouldn't be winning any dog shows, or even be allowed in the ring. It was worse, however. He was filthy and malnourished. The chain, wrapped around his torso like a harness and closed with a padlock, had rubbed a good deal of his fur away. It had obviously been a long time since he'd been free of it. If the numerous tiny bulbs along the back of his neck were an indication, the poor boy had a serious tick problem.

    The Changeling was no Iron Spear. Rage did not come easily to her, nor did it suit her. There was a reason she was a dedicated member of the Spring Court. But this? This enraged Sonnie. Animal abuse should infuriate any decent person, but for her it was a touch more personal.

    Every Beast had been the target of animal abuse at one time. Sonnie was no exception. For her Seeming, there were few greater crimes.

    Her eyes rolled up to glare sheer hatred at the third story window as her hands curled into fists.

    Sonnie knew what she had to do.
    Spring Mantle (Scent of Flowers and Fruit)

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    Sonnie Wu's Avatar
    Sonja "Sonnie" Wu
    Striking Looks
    (Playful)
    Presence
    (Mischievous)
    Dexterity
    (Nimble)
    New Identity
    (Sonja Wu)
    Mantle
    (Spring)
    Mask:

    An alluring young beauty, Sonnie Wu is 5'2" and lean-bodied, with a light, nimble step and eyes that seem to say "Hey, you know what would be fun?" Her reddish-brown hair often seems slightly unkempt, and an amused smile regularly plays on her lips. Sonnie is usually dressed casually or for outdoor activity. She almost always wears a pair of red leather tabi boots.
    Mien:

    To the eyes of Fae, Sonnie's feet are like those of a monkey: Toes as long as fingers, with one on each foot being opposable like a thumb. A long monkey tail protrudes from the base of Sonnie's spine, covered in hair the same shade as her head. It appears to be prehensile, and often moves to react to her mood and dances about when she speaks, like people who "talk with their hands." Finally, her brown eyes turn golden.
    Mundane Equipment:

    Smart phone, messenger bag, quarterstaff, 2 throwing knifes (concealed), 3 goblin fruit (changes by season), mountain bike.
    Hedgespun

    Cloud-Stepping Shoes
    Hedgespun ● +2 Speed

    Riyu Jingu Bang (Staff)
    Hedgespun ●● +2 Damage

    Coin of the Lucky Monkey
    Hedgespun ●● +2 Defense
    Sonnie Wu Scenes
     
      Dreaming, Cloak of the Elements

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••••
    Steepscrambler

    The next night, Sonnie returned to the alley with more food and water for the ugly dog. And the night after that. Slowly, she worked to gain the dog's trust. By the third night, she was able to sit close while he ate. By the fourth, he allowed her to pet him.

    "Just hang tight, dude. I'm gonna get you outta here, okay?" she whispered. The mongrel wagged his tail, sensing the only kindness he had probably experienced in a long time. The monkey girl had to make an effort not to start crying or something.

    Freeing him, however, was easier said than done. Both ends of the chain were padlocked. Sonnie was not an Ogre, so snapping the chain with her bare hands was not an option. She'd considered buying some bolt cutters, but the Beast had a simpler solution.

    She had not been idle during the day. Recon of the dog's owner had been underway. After working out his likely apartment number, Sonnie had read through the names on the buzzers listed at the building's entrance. Burke Mitchell.

    Who the hell names their kid Burke? He already sounded like an asshole. Sonnie also had his schedule mapped out as she watched his comings and goings from her own apartment. He left early for work, and must have stopped at a bar every night afterward because he always came back late and walking in a rather stumble-y manner.

    While working her own day job, she had dreamed up a few vengeful scenarios, but had dismissed the more violent ones. Her goal was to free the dog. Punishment was secondary, though still important. In the end, she had a... general plan. The next day, she put it into action.

    Late morning, most people, including Burke Mitchell, were at work. The alley was secluded enough. It was child's play for the Steepscrambler to climb up to the third story window of Michell's apartment. As the fire escape was around the corner, Sonnie was betting this window wasn't locked... and she lucked out. The dog, happy to see Sonnie, merely watched her ascend with the mild curiosity of a household pet.

    Thinking ahead, she wore a pair of rubber dishwashing gloves to prevent fingerprints, and she wore a hoodie with the hood up in case of an errant pair of eyes. Slipping inside the dark apartment, the Beast set to work.

    It took about ten minutes of quiet searching to locate the key. Same brand name engraved on it as the padlocks, found in a kitchen drawer. Returning back down to the alley, Sonnie unlocked the chain around the poor dog. The animal was confused but seemed to trust her enough not to object. From her hoodie pocket, she produced a nice leash, freshly purchased from a pet store (along with a few other surprises). It required another few minutes for the dog to agree to the leash, after which she escorted him back to her own home.

    There awaited kibble and cold water and toys and a degree of freedom that was new to him. The pooch looked up at the woman in confusion, but she just smiled and removed the leash.

    "Welcome home, dude! Go ahead, help yourself. I gotta go take care of something, but I'll be back soon, okay?"

    Curious, the dirty dog wandered to the food bowl and, after some sniffing, began to eat. Hoping that would keep him occupied long enough, Sonnie hurried back to Mitchell's place.

    Back inside, she returned the key to where she found it, and then set about her revenge.

    He'd left his laptop on the kitchen counter. Sonnie knew just enough about computers (which is to say, no more than the average person) to check his browser history. YouTube, sports scores, porn, some political 'news' sites. Nothing unusual, and sadly nothing criminal. But she didn't need criminal evidence. Just proof of disgusting behavior.

    Using Burke's strong political leanings as a launch pad, Sonnie hummed to herself as she downloaded Neo-Nazi propaganda onto his computer. It was gross stuff, and she tried not to actually read any of it. The pictures were awful enough. She made sure to have a particularly offensive image displayed on the laptop screen, and left it open for anyone to clearly see as they came into the apartment.

    Next came the kitchen sink, the drain of which the Beast clogged with as much garbage as she could stuff in there. Turning the facet on full blast, she went and did the same to the bathroom sink.

    Sonnie had considered setting a fire, and while she considered the building's other residents just as bad as Mitchell for turning a blind eye to the dog's abuse, she didn't want to accidentally kill anyone. Water damage was safer, and would still get the super to come running in here sooner or later. Long before Burke himself returned home. The super who, Sonnie knew from resident names listed out front, was Jewish.

    If this didn't get the bastard evicted, it would certainly make his life a living hell.

    Out the window she went, and back home.

    Sonnie returned to find the dog was done eating, and was now laying on the cool surface of the kitchen floor. His tail thumped when he saw her.

    "Okay, you may hate this, but it's gonna be bath time. I got you some tick shampoo and everything!"

    The canine huffed, as if he understood what was coming.

    A couple of wet hours later, the mutt was cleaned and de-ticked. He certainly smelled better. He was still ugly as sin, though.

    "You need a name... hmmm." Sonnie's thoughts were interrupted by commotion outside. Peeking out her window, she looked down the street and saw a small number of people in front of Mitchell's apartment building. She couldn't make out what they were saying from this distance, but they sounded seriously miffed. Mitchell's neighbors, probably the ones living below him. One man seemed particularly angry. The super, she guessed. Burke's flooding apartment must be causing chaos.

    Grinning in satisfaction, she turned back to look at the dog she had saved. He sat by her feet, looking up at her with his tongue lolling out, drool dripping on the carpet. His breathing sounded sort of piggish. The monkey laughed.

    "Fugly. Your name is Fugly! Who's a good buy, Fugly? Who's a good boy?" she asked as she knelt down and lovingly smooshed his face with her hands.

    Fugly farted.
    Spring Mantle (Scent of Flowers and Fruit)

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