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  1. Sonja pursed her lips, debating for only a moment before nodding down at Davian and James in agreement. "We hoof it. This is why the raptors are with us, after all." And while any local Search and Rescue Copter could probably handle her bulk and the raptors' cages, it would be very cramped and Sonja doubted she'd find it any more comfortable than they would. Besides, since growing more than two feet taller, she'd grown uncomfortable around helicopters, since her head was so much closer to the blades. "Anyway, if previous overflights didn't see anything, we might catch something on the ground under the canopy." The giant (sized) movie star smiled down at Dr. McCall - Sonja had remained standing in his office since there wasn't anywhere for her to sit, her head almost brushing the ceiling - her rich, distinctive voice effortlessly charming. "Thank-you for your time, Dr. McCall. Now, unless there is anything else you think we should know, in the reports or not, we should be on our way." Sonja gave a small, deep chuckle. "We have a bit of a run ahead of us, and I'll playing catch to the raptors." Before, she would have run only five or six miles at a go when getting into shape for a role and her physical trainer was strongly - maybe stridently - encouraging her, but she wouldn't have enjoyed it. Now, the prospect of running twice that, even after a jog earlier, didn't faze the enormous woman in the least. Admittedly, having the longest legs in the world and a super-powered physique might have had something to do with her taking it in stride, as it were. And while she would do it when required, it didn't mean she wouldn't rather be lazing by the pool, of her LA home she'd had completely renovated to accommodate her... heroic - heroic sounds much better than huge - stature, working on a song or reading a good script.
  2. Tentative interest in making a Warlock for this, or maybe a barbarian.
  3. Sonja's fair brows furrowed in consternation as Locke added some points and Temple made her counter comment. Her large, yet elegant, hands made the the file look small in comparison as she skimmed through it swiftly once more, a frown to match Temple's growing on her lips. From reading many, many scripts and lines of dialogue, Sonja had a pretty good memory for things she just read, but she didn't recall seeing anything about minute traces of Quantum Energy or Cascade Effects in the area. "I do not have anything about this in my files either, Temple," Sonja agreed, a note of sharpness in her rich, resonant voice. She arched a questioning brow at Locke. "Is this an institutional failure, Locke, or something more serious?" Dealing with a variety of production companies and other multinationals, Sonja was familiar with various departments in the same company not communicating with each other, even if that didn't make it any less irksome or troubling, that could lead to a disaster. If it was due to active meddling though...
  4. Sonja sat down in the loveseat after tentatively making sure it could bear her weight. Even still, it creaked audibly when she crossed her legs. On the side table was a plate stacked high with sandwiches. Even before erupting, she'd had an enviably efficient metabolism, so hadn't had to watch what she ate as much as most models. After erupting, she'd taken delight in eating nearly whatever she desired. But she'd been slightly embarrassed by she sheer amount she had to consume to her massive frame. She had the mass of two very healthy men and near the appetite of three. A year later, Sonja was hardly embarrassed by it anymore, though maybe resigned would be more accurate, but her appetite did tend to raise brows as much as her towering stature did. Continuing to fulfill her daily caloric requirements, Sonja quirked a brow in surprise when Locked assigned her to the team investigating the Green Zone. Immense strength or no, she was a social creature and had expected to liaise with the police department. But Locked seemed inclined in keeping a low profile while investigating the sites in town and low profile was something Sonja Bahaar just couldn't do, even before she had grown into an eight foot Jotunn. Besides, she and the raptors both would need transport by van. When Temple voiced her concerns, Sonja pursed her lips, then nodded, seeing her point after she made them. "Good questions, Temple," Sonja said after finishing another sandwich. She tilted her head inquiringly towards Locke. "I can made some guesses for some of them, but they are just guesses. Despite policy and procedure, there is a tendency to see novas as superheroes, or at least supermen and superwomen. You can teleport and read minds, Temple. Abigail can turn invisible. I can toss a T-Rex - a normal one - twice the length of a football field. So rightly or wrongly, people tend to see one Nova as sufficient for a task." Sonja ticked off her point on a long finger, then extended a second. "As you say, these disappearances don't seem to be falling in a typical pattern, so I can see local law enforcement wanting to reach for something beyond the typical levels of escalation." Another finger extended. "And I can see the CRRD agreeing, if for no other reason to get the public more comfortable with Novas in general." A brief flash of melancholy crossed her face as her thoughts went to her ex-husband for a moment. "We aren't exactly common and it would be easy for an us-versus-them mentality to develop." Her lips curved in a dry grin. "Everyone have seen it on the big screen in the MCU, after all." "I... suppose we could just be here because a senator pulled strings in the search for his missing Nova daughter, but after what you said Temple, I'm really doubting that is the whole of it. Beyond the disappearances happening in the same general - very general - region, they don't seem to have much in common. I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it." She folded her well-muscled arms beneath her prominent breasts and turned her indigo gaze on Locke. "Is there anything else we should know before we start this investigation, Locke?"
  5. Sonja could find Temple's antics and behaviour annoying but it wasn't as much an issue for her as it seemed it was for James and Davian, she could tolerate it enough to work with her. Then again, in the entertainment industry, it seemed like half the people had therapists, were on drugs - prescribed or illicit - were... eccentric in any number of ways or degrees, or some combination of all three. And the other half were Scientologists. They could be overlap too. As a professional model and actress in Hollywood, Sonja had any number of issues about her body - real and imagined - and more so since she'd grown head and shoulders taller than everyone, but her new athleticism wasn't one. Getting in shape for a role, she'd always hated jogging or using the treadmill, but now she ran with smooth ease, defined muscles rippling in perfect coordination, her breathing hardly elevated despite almost sprinting all out. She'd been concerned at first that she'd be too fast for her human companions and had shortened her remarkably long strides, but James' kept the pace easily regardless of the bouncing gait enforced by her prosthetic leg and Davian did too, so Sonja stopped holding back. With her mass and bones considerably harder than a normal human's, her footprints were quite noticeable on the dirt paths and the others could feel the impacts of her footsteps when they ran close to her. When the raptors began running closer to them and James explained why, Sonja glanced around, but she had no sense for being watched. A lifetime in the public eye, Sonja took it for granted that eyes would be on her, didn't even consciously think about it anymore, for the most part. "Well, for my part, I'll make the effort to become more comfortable having Marshall and Semper Fi around," Sonja said, then nodded at the raptors flanking them closely. "Should we be nervous that they seem nervous?"
  6. "Well, that could have gone better," Sonja commented with a sigh. She watched Abigail lead the tempestuous Temple away before things could get more heated. Then the huge woman strode a step behind Davian to join James, watching the raptors play fetch. Civilian or Military - ex-military - they all had to work together with at least a modicum of trust. Just like with the dinos, I suppose... "Looks like it will be just us three going on the run. Us... five," Sonja amended wryly, glancing down at Davian and James. "For what it's worth, I find Temple's behaviour trying as well. But if you are willing to accept the view of a mere actress, I've found Temple nothing less than professional and dedicated in the field." She frowned for a moment and added more quietly. "Maybe too dedicated, to her own detriment. But know, she takes 'leave no man behind' extremely seriously. I wouldn't expect you to extend your trust immediately - I didn't at first - but if possible, at least give her a chance to prove herself to you before you make your judgements." The literally biggest woman in the entertainment industry smiled drly, nodding at the frolicking raptors as she began limbering up a little before their run - her Nova physiology might be efficient enough that it wasn't truly necessary, but habits were hard to break. "Like in most things, appearances can be deceiving. One of the best writers I've ever worked with never wore anything but bunny slippers and pajama bottoms and... nevermind. Hollywood is a strange place, even I still see that." She nodded at the raptors again, who had returned, one of the dropping the stick at James's feet. "How fast can they run? And what which one is which. I read their names in the brief, but..."
  7. "I'm sorry?" Sonja blinked at the non-sequitur, her smile fading. Sonja took a step back and looked down at James, her brow furrowing as she studied her anew. It took her a few moments, then her mouth tightened in contrition as she finally made the connection between James Walker and the benefit concert from several years ago. It was a fact of life that Sonja met a great many people during the course of her career and business interests, she simply could not remember all their names. But she considered that a cop out that too many celebrities employed and was arrogant to boot, so she always made a concerted effort to remember names and faces. Looking more closely, Sonja did realize she recognized James now, though she looked somewhat different now, more fit, more... sure? animated? than she had. She must've been confused by James' typically masculine sounding name, connecting to a man at Vikings for Veterans and not this blond woman. "Oh! I am sorry," Sonja sincerely apologized. She could have explained why, but it would only be an excuse, however much of a reasonable one. "You're right, I didn't recognize you. You've lost some weight - and are looking good, by the way." Sonja thought it was true, but even if it wasn't, it was an easy platitude that most would accept with pleasure. "And you have one of those high-tech bladerunner prosthetics, now. Please tell me it is new and I'm not being that oblivious?" Sonja rolled her shoulders, her business casual oufit melting into figure hugging activewear of pink and black accented with the discreet double B of the Bahaar Bazaar clothing line. Her shoes became a pair of cross-trainers with pink laces. She gave James a lopsided grin. "But while I'm as much a fan of bluegrass as the next person, I still assert the Choosers of the Slain don't a banjo. We play Viking and Folk Metal." Sonja made a clearly feigned sniff of snobbery. "Not hick metal. And never shall the two meet. My parents would never understand me leaving my classically trained roots that far behind."
  8. "The best, yes. Thanks, Locke," Sonja said, returning Locke's smile with one of her own, touched by a hint of asperity. Johan had been admirably aplomb welcoming one of the biggest and also the 'biggest' woman in Hollywood into his home and the solid oak of the looked able to support her weight easily. But even laying at an angle, if she stretched out, her feet and half her calves would be hanging over the edge of the mattress. She sighed. She was unfortunately getting used to curling up to sleep in beds not meant for her size, if not ever having someone to share the bed with. Riding over to the house in the police van, Sonja eyed the raptors askance as she exchanged pleasantries with James. The other woman was polite, but Sonja could detect a sense of sharpness in her tone. She didn't imagine James had enjoyed riding in the meager cargo hold, but she thought it might actually have been on her raptors' accounts rather than her own. Totally understandable, but Sonja didn't particularly like the way the raptors eyed her, not did she have any idea how they would have reacted in the passenger cabin, nor did she think their terrible talons would be kind to the furnishings. But if James and the raptors were going to be a part of the team, it behooved Sonja to make the effort to work with them. She'd worked with plenty of people in her twenty years in the entertainment industry that had they been on fire and she had a glass of water, she would have drank it. And there were some, now, she wouldn't work with under any circumstances. But James hadn't done anything to rise her ire, had gone out of her way to be accommodating. Sonja wasn't about to apologize to having the raptors ride in the hold, but she would make the effort of familiarizing herself with them as James had suggested back on the base. Sonja put away her toiletries and her scant luggage - it helped when you can anything clothing at need with a bit of imagination - then squeezed out of the master bedroom and went to find James. Sonja found her by the van, standing between the raptors and Locke. Not able to help but see the raptors as dangerous and wild animals, Sonja approached openly with a deliberate, steady pace, not hostile, but not what she imagined seemed like prey, if they would even see something that outmassed them by several times over as such. Sonja only caught the last bit of conversation between Locke and James and stopped a step behind and to the side of Locke. "You are going for a jog?" Sonja confirmed, her eyes unconsciously flicking to James' bladerunner prosthetic foot for a second before returning to her face. "Not sure if you want company, but would you mind if I joined you, James? You mentioned that we should spend time getting used to the raptors and letting them get used to us, and this seems as good a time as any." She smiled in wry self-deprecation. "Besides, after just getting off the plane, I don't feel like being cooped up someplace that has ceilings barely higher than eight feet."
  9. As the others got up to gear up and prepare for their departure, Sonja did the same. Since they were dealing with municipal law enforcement and it didn't seem this was a direct combat mission, Sonja left her modified H&K HK21E GPMG behind. Instead, she contented herself with her modern, tactical-styled tungsten-carbide and titanium alloy sword over her shoulder and a satchel-bag of lead ball bearings the size of baseballs that were devastating when thrown by someone with her sheer strength. She also changed. She considered the snug bodysuit ensemble that resembled in large part the outfits she wore as Black Widow and Katniss Everdeen that she'd taken to wearing as her CRRD uniform, but settled for something more business-casual instead. Figure hugging slacks, sensible but stylish shoes, a glowingly white blouse and contrasting vest under a minimalist design blazer that somewhat slimmed her strong, shapely figure, it looked like an outfit from any number of TV Police procedurals. Sonja strode onto the tarmac and towards her Gulfstream private jet she was letting the CRRD use on her behalf. While not military, it had room for eighteen in luxury - though it flew most efficiently with eight - had a state of the art fly-by-wire system and sensor suite, WiFi, and could make it pretty much anywhere in the world on a direct flight. And while she got a model with as much head room as possible, since she had more than a few friends and colleagues who where models with a penchant for high heels, Sonja still had to duck uncomfortably low to squeeze her bulk into the luxurious passenger cabin, even if she did have a seat redesigned for someone of her size. Temple and Davian were already there and the technicians in passing had told her James would pass the trip in the cargo hold with her Raptors. Sonja wasn't entirely enthused by the idea, but then again, having mothefucking raptors running rampant on her motherfucking plane would be less than ideal. And she wasn't familiar enough with them to risk them in the passenger cabin, even if she allow a bandmate to take her dogs aboard. Besides, Sonja didn't imagine the Raptors would be kind to the carpets. "I can't fly commercial and military transport would be overkill and wasteful for a team our size," Sonja explained for Davian's benefit with a wry grin as she make a wave encompassing the cabin. And I'm not willing to travel in a frigid, spartan cargo hold even if James is - though to be fair, that is to keep the raptors calm, for which I'm grateful. "So we get to travel in style. As long as you keep your feet clean, make yourself as home. I'm sorry James feels the need to travel in the cargo hold for her... for the Raptors benefit. And the plane's. Hopefully, better accommodations can be reached when we are all more familiarized with each other." Sonja glanced at Temple for a moment, setting at the rearmost of the plane, but then her gaze went thoughtfully back to Davian, wondering if he was going to bring up their prior... acquaintance or wanted it to remain private or unspoken. She was conceited enough to fully believe he remembered her, even in pass and even if it was nearly twenty years ago when her career was just starting to take off. "I never thought I'd see the day when Raptors - who weren't even basketball players - would be on my plane," Sonja commented with a wry grin to break the silence. "Though I'm sure once I get the know them, they'll be easier to work with than, say J.Lo or Naomi Campbell. They are vicious, self-absorbed, man-eating monsters. The others are just dinosaurs."
  10. Sonja sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation at Temple's unprofessional entrance and angry exit. A lifetime in Hollywood exposed her to plenty of eccentric and extreme behavior and she was aware that the nature of Temple's... gifts made her in serious need of a therapist, but that didn't mean Sonja didn't find it irritating. And whatever she had tried to do to Locke had been far more than merely irritating. Sonja shivered at those balefully glowing red eyes that owed nothing to CGI. Creepy, but she simply nodded when Locked said he'd tell them about it later. NDAs were found everywhere. Maybe even more often in the military than in the entertainment industry, she thought wryly. The revelation about the Raptors that would be accompany them under the care of the oddly named woman made Sonja shift uncomfortably, which she hid under the pretense of recrossing her legs. Considering what had happened on the tragic set of Cadillacs & Dinosaurs, the huge woman wasn't particularly enthused about finding out she would be working along side some dinos again. On the other hand, this time, there were only two of them and regardless of the reputation Velociraptors had, they only came up to her thighs. She'd keep an eye on them, but they weren't really dangerous, not to her at any rate. Her indigo eyes shifted between Walker and Locke in curiosity. "So, the CRRD is trying out a saurian version of a K9 unit?" Sonja didn't offer to meet the raptors like Layton did, but throughout the meeting, she found her attention wandering back to the Marine with an intense sense of familiarity. Davian Layton, Davian Layton, the name rang a bell, but the image that came with it bore no semblance to the clean cut, upright Marine. Then she blinked and her mouth dropped open for a moment. The children of the wealthy, famous, and influential tended to travel in the same circles, the same parties. She hadn't precisely been a wild child or a party girl, but her career had just been taking off - she'd just been signed as a Fashion Model and had walked her first catwalk - and the parties were a great opportunity to network and make connections with producers, directors, agents, and photographers, either directly or through their offspring. Davian Layton and his twin sister had been regulars on the circuit. Her lips closed in a faint frown. She had had her fun - and wouldn't TMZ love to know everything! - had taken advantage of the opportunities and gotten out on her way to fame and fortune. It hadn't ended so sweetly for Davian. She'd heard he'd been packed off to military school or something, but had certainly never expected to see him again when she joined CRRD. It really was true that Truth was stranger than fiction. She wouldn't bring up his past of course, since he done so much to put it behind him it seemed, but she certainly intended to speak with him later. If nothing it else, it would be nice to talk with someone who came from a similar background. A background similar to one that had entire team of novas looking for one missing woman.
  11. Sonja stood at the bathroom sink, looking at herself in the mirror as she dried and brushed her pale, shoulder-length hair after taking a shower. Though she was grateful the CRRD had renovated her quarters for someone of her stature, she still found them rather utilitarian for her tastes and the ceiling low for someone who stood eight feet tall. I'll have to see if I can have a separate cabin constructed so I can stretch out... But it was an idle thought. Two weeks after her first mission with the CRRD, Sonja was still dealing with the aftermath. She wasn't as mentally prepared to lose teammates as the military-trained members of the team were, but she had lost people she was close to as well, had known for months or years, on the set of Cadillacs & Dinosaurs, and her acting skills put her in good stead to show a calm face to the public. The truth was, she was feeling more sorry and concerned for herself. Not particularly surprising for someone who used to be the preeminent female entertainer in the world, but perhaps not for the reason most people would believe. Finding out the true nature of the Rex had brought back the nightmares she had suffered when she had first been super-sized. The nightmare that she'd keep growing, taller and bigger and more muscular until she was a distorted monstrosity of a woman the size of King Kong. In the year and a bit since her... growth spurt, she'd grown another two inches until she stood eight feet even, but what she saw in the mirror no longer disgusted her. Inconveniently tall, true, and if she was more muscular than she had ever intended being, more so than the personal trainer who'd gotten her in shape to play Black Widow even, she could now she see that she wasn't excessively or unattractively so. Hell, she knew there were more than a few fanboys who would have preferred this physique for that part and if she hadn't been contracted to Marvel, everyone would have demanded her to play Wonder Woman. Especially with these, Sonja smirked, looking down and shrugging. Always considered well-endowed as an actress and super-model, those had blossomed even more as well, though with her heavier build, they still suited her frame instead of looking completely disproportionate. Now, Marvel was in talks with her to re-work things and have Black Widow become She-Hulk in their Cinematic Universe. Still, even if she didn't really think it would happen, the fear of her nightmare becoming true lingered in the back of her mind, a fear grown slightly larger with the advent of the twisted Nova they had encountered. Sonja dropped her towel and clothing fogged into existence about her, forming a stylish, knee-length dress seemingly made of obsidian, a matching pair of shoes - flats since heels would be excessive - and a choker of platinum and black diamonds. At least finding clothing and accessories for someone her size had never been a problem for Sonja. Her only real power had been an infinite wardrobe. Cleaned and dressed, Sonja got around to dealing with some business matters before heading to meeting. Though she had taken Abigail's offer and trained with her, mostly in hand-to-hand combat, armed and unarmed, since it took the most advantage of her incredible strength, and to a lesser extent, in firearms and PT, she'd taken this morning to manage her own affairs. The paycheck she received from the government was quaint compared to what she made for a film or a music tour and her other business interests. She made some decisions in regards to her clothing factories in Bangladesh and put the initial steps into motion for opening another one, then did a brief look through the scripts her agent determined were worth her time. Did a quick Skype conference with the rest of the members of Choosers of the Slain about working on the new album, then looked through the trade news that only those really involved in the entertainment industry saw. Her lips quirked in amusement and yes, even some envy, at the new model who was taking the fashion world by storm. Sonja had to admit, this model Sean was way more attractive than she was and certainly looked like she was designed by a teenaged boy. It wasn't even a contest, which pricked the pride of a woman who had been named the sexiest and most beautiful in the world more than once. But after facing dinos in the flesh, even if she was wasn't fully reconciled to her enormous size, Sonja would take the super strength over the super looks. Well... most of the time. Sonja stopped by the mess hall to consume a huge breakfast her mass demanded. While the cafeteria food wasn't as horrible as she imagined it would be, it was hardly anything special. I should at least get them a cappuccino maker because the coffee isn't fit to clean an engine with. Sonja made a note in her smartphone as she perused the mission file while finishing her breakfast. If people still stared at the sight of her, at least she'd been on base long enough that they gave her space when she was eating. Done, she left for her meeting on time, if not early. She had no use for Diva behavior, from herself or others. Which was probably why there were more than a few female musicians and actresses who hated her guts. I'd just love for J.Lo to make some uppity comment to me now. With a wry smirk on her face, Sonja ducked low and hunched her shoulders to squeeze through the door to the meeting room. She wasn't first, but she wasn't expecting to be with the military types around. "Good morning," Sonja said in a deep, rich voice that most would recognize, giving Abigail a smile and nodding at James and Davian in greeting as she shook their hands and exchanged introductions. She was glad to see there was a chair setup to bear someone of her size and mass - she had several commissioned and shipped to the base - and sat down, crossing fantastically long, strong legs. "A pleasure to meet you both. I commend you both for joining the CRRD." Her lips curved into a self-deprecating grin. "I reconsider what I'm doing here everyday."
  12. The incredibly famous and larger than life Sonja will be back.
  13. "I can jump about fifty feet up and two hundred feet across," Sonja claimed dryly in response to Abigail's question, her long legs letting her keep up with a jog where everyone else ran, "but I don't think that is what you mean. It's not really a means of travel, though I can take care of the truck if it gets stuck or something." Though she took Abigail's orders as mere suggestions - she was too much of celebrity superstar and successful business woman not to - Sonja still followed the female Ranger to the truck. Even with three potential T-Rexes on their tail that could do real damage to her, Sonja didn't feel any particular fear of them. When you can crush steel like playdoh and tear SUVs in half with your bare-hands, your fear of physical harm is drastically lowered. Most of Sonja's nightmares focused on her growing to ten, twelve, twenty feet tall or taller. That said, before climbing into the back of the truck, Sonja grabbed the canvas soft cover and effortless yanked it off with a single pull. Her wealth was such that she didn't worry about private or public property all that much - she could always afford to replace or repair it - but if they were being chased by a trio of T-Rexes, she wanted to be able to see them and respond in kind instead of crouching with her vision and movement impeded. She might be immensely strong and tough, but her teammates weren't necessarily as well. Sonja jumped into the back, the truck jouncing slightly under the impact of her weight, then moved so that she was standing right behind the cab, standing with feet shoulder wide and a hand on the roof for stability. She debated for a moment on what weapon to keep a hand before settling on one of the lead balls she carried. If it wasn't the most lethal, it certainly provided the strongest impact - if it didn't kill one of the dinos on their trail, it would have a strong chance of knocking it down or out, or make it decide to look for food elsewhere. Besides, CJ and Fiona seemed like much better shots than she was.
  14. Sonja was well aware of her presence and profile as a celebrity and the tendency of others to seek her opinion on any matter, regardless if she had any actual applicable knowledge in it. So she stayed mostly silent and lets those with more experience talk and ask questions. This wasn't her first assignment with the CRRD, but the towering, world-renowned woman was under no delusions about why she was here: Public Relations, Publicity - for both her and the CRRD - and Muscle. She hadn't ever met anyone stronger than she was yet. She'd been thankful for Abigail's help in kitting her out, though she'd supplied her own weapons. She had a H&K HK21E GPMG fitted with a drum magazine over her shoulder, the grip modified for her size, and the rate of fire greatly reduced for her more limited skill so she didn't spray bullets everywhere. There was a sword at her hip, the size of a Highland Claymore on anyone else, but looked more like a Viking Sword in design, obviously meant to be wielded in one hand, the metal holding the distinctive organic appearance of pattern-welding. It looked more like a prop sword, though Sonja assured everyone it was not - with a tungsten-carbide edge and titanium alloy core, it was more than serviceable and wouldn't warp or deform with her full strength applied to it. And lastly, she had a bag with several baseball-sized ball bearings made of lead, her heavy weapons, she claimed. Sonja listened while Abigail revealed some of her background during the flight, nodding attentively and asking some pertinent questions about the way she did things. She couldn't help but mention with a bit of punching up, Abigail's background would probably make a better movie than G.I Jane, which admittedly, wouldn't be very hard. When on the ground, all Sonja asked the General was for the talking points when speaking with the Media, what he was willing to let them know and what had to stay classified or unmentioned, a public dance she was well acquainted with. The others knew what questions to ask better than she did - she was just here to look good, draw attention, and supply the heavy muscle where and when needed. She still wasn't sure how her agent had talked her into getting involved in this. The General's claim there was plenty of space made her snort. Rarely did that apply to someone almost eight feet tall and not a toothpick with it. While being transported to the latest site of the attacks, she had to sit on the bed of the truck, instead of the seats, having a surprisingly in-depth conversation of the Heavy Metal genre with the soldiers riding with her. And yes, signing a few autographs and letting take a few selfies with her. At the site of the attack, Sonja whistled. She'd seen the aftermath of a dinosaur rampage - this looked similar, but different. Less... trampled, and not over as big an area, but the damage was more deliberate, focused. She nodded at the mangled Jeeps. "Some strong ones here, not just heavy. Those don't look rolled, but rather... torn," Sonja said. "I could do it, but for a dino... maybe in its mouth. A T-Rex?" Abigail's speech was pretty decent, Sonja privately critiqued, especially for an extemporaneous one. She'd known plenty of actors who would need to have it written and then spend several hours to rehearse to deliver one was good. As for witnessing the sites, well, she'd lived through worse on the set of Cadillacs & Dinosaurs, and some directors went through long lengths to get their stars into the right frame of mind for certain scenes or movies - she could handle it. "Just tell me where you want me, Abigail," Sonja said with a hint of self-deprecation. Before being super-sized, she'd usually been telling people what to do and where. "I don't want to tromp on anything you guys need to look at and there's no Media to intercept at the moment." She was in no way a hunter and had not trouble admitting that. The first dinosaur she had killed had nearly made her vomit, but she could handle it now. It hadn't been so much actually killing it had bothered her, but the way its viscera had slithered out like they were alive themselves, that and the smell. She hadn't been prepared for the smell. Temple's reveal though made Sonja frown in concern. She'd grown up in LA, a block over from the Playboy Mansion. Men had been looking at her since she was twelve, and she was a fashion model gracing covers by the time she was fifteen. After nearly twenty years, she was a world famous celebrity - more people recognized her face than the President's. Finding someone who didn't know who she was would take more effort than it was worth. All that is to say, Sonja Bahaar has had precious little privacy in her life and now this girl wanted to invade one of her few sanctums, steal through the few secrets she actually had? Yes, she didn't want to make her job more difficult, or put the rest of the team into greater danger, but it was still asking a lot, even of someone who seemed to have practically all she could ever want. Sonja took a deep breath, then gave Temple a tight nod, leveling a very firm look down at her. "I'm not at all comfortable with this, Temple, but if you need access to do your job, I'll reluctantly allow it. But I am very much keeping you to your word and trust me, you better not go around prying in there or make any of it public. I assure you, I can afford very good lawyers who can make your life very difficult, teleporting mind reader or not." As Temple left with Locke to look at the other sites and do her scanning thing or whatever, Sonja shivered. Being in someone's brain when they died, no wonder the girl seemed to have issues. Though Sonja couldn't help but be a little envious. While she was freakish strong and extremely tough, and had a magical, infinite wardrobe on command, she couldn't do anything fantastic, like teleport or turn invisible or fly. Even the extensive access to clothing she had already practically had, with many top designers on speed dial and knowing them on a first name basis. Sonja tried to stay out of the way, using her strength to move rubble out of the way of those knowing what they were looking for. She sighed - here she was, one of the most powerful people in the entire entertainment industry, and she was essentially doing the work of a set dresser. It was a strange world.
  15. Sonja gave Temple a nonplussed look, a faint grin tugging at her lips. It wasn't the first time she'd been told she was too heavy - she'd always been curvier than most supermodels - but she hadn't been expecting it from this girl. Maybe I'm too much for her strength, in case I need to be carried out by hand for some reason. The enormous woman glanced around the room, considering the members of her new team - the big man, though still a foot shorter than her, made her purse her lips in amusement, looking and sounding a great deal like Ron Perlman - then nodded at the Director as she waved a dismissive hand. Her plane was an ultra-long range model that had room for eighteen in luxurious comfort, but it was most efficient with eight passengers or less. "Using my plane is fine, John," Sonja replied airily. "They've been waiting for my call anyway about when and where to file the next flight plan." She got the details and clearances for the flight to Jasek Base and texted the information to her flight crew. Then she carefully stood up from her table-seat and offered Abigail a grateful grin. "I'll take you up on the offer to assist us get outfitted, Abigail," Sonja said with smooth familiarity, then paused "Or do you prefer Ms. Boyde or Staff Sergeant Boyde? I have a sword and a heavy firearm customized to my... stature. And I don't need any kevlar armour." Sonja smirked as she ran a hand down her dress and the material simply... flowed into a one-piece body suit - including gloves and boots - of some glossy black material that looked almost like flexible obsidian, trimmed with bioluminescent strips of pale blue. It looked a good deal like the outfit she wore when playing Black Widow on the silver screen, actually. "I have something better. But I can use an expert's help in selecting other gear I should be carrying, and this is only my second time at Galland," Sonja admitted easily. She was a top talent in several areas, but this wasn't one of them. She told Director Gaalf and the others which airport her personal business jet was at then added, "I have a limo to take me back. A few more can fit in with me, but I assume whoever can't can find their way there?"
  16. Sonja snorted in amusement glancing down at the smaller woman dressed in boxing shorts, a wifebeater and... no shoes? Odd but whatever. Still less weird than half of Hollywood. "That's an easy one - two hundred kilos," Sonja replied unselfconsciously, unthinkingly using the metric system due to all her time in Europe with her ex-husband and doing fashion shows. "Four hundred and forty-one pounds rather. I don't know what the big deal is with women and weight. If you look good, look healthy, what the does is matter? Always bugged the fuck out of me when designers demanded weigh-ins."
  17. Sonja stopped speaking on the phone as squeezed out of her private jet and stretched to her full height with a sigh. Her customized Gulfstream Challenger G750 may have had luxurious cabin space and furnishings fitted to her size compared to a commercial airline - in which even First Class felt horribly cramped and she couldn't fit in anything smaller - but the height of the cabin wasn't much higher and she still had to crouch low. Not for the first time, she idly considered ordering an Airbus Flying Palace and seeing if she could get it modded with one of the decks taken out, but it was an expense that would take a good chunk out of even her wealth and was disgustingly decadent to boot. "I don't know, Kevin," Sonja murmured in her phone, the Galaxy Note 9 looking no larger than a standard smartphone in her big hands, as she walked over to the idling limousine she had chartered. It wasn't too show off her status as a world famous actress and model, it simply gave her enough room to sit in the back without having to scrunch up her legs to her chest. This was only the second time she been to the headquarters of the CRRD at Galland Base - she usually worked out of the LA field office - but if she started coming here more often, she'd need to ship one of her customized cars here. "It sounds like a gimmick to, just to keep me in the MCU.... Mmm-hmm, I know, I know, me too.... " Sonja chuckled warmly at what the person on the other end said, then continued with her informal business call. "Well, if you can assure me of that, send me the ideas the writers and storyboarders for the MCU and the comics have in mind, and if it's not gratuitous or looking like it will incite instant nerdrage, I'll give it serious consideration. I know I'm in a niche market since my... accident, but I'm not going to jump at any offer just to get work, I still have Choosers of the Slain, that hasn't changed much. Anyway, I'm at the base now and have other business to attend to. Ciao, Kevin, talk to you soon." Sonja strode through the base with swift professionalism, stopping only briefly to exchange a greeting or sign an autograph. Her fans and admirers were legion and could be found anywhere and everywhere and she tried to thank them for their support, but she really was on the clock now. It wasn't just the great PR for both her and the CRRD that working with the Agency was earning them, she had had a reputation for being easy to work with - if you weren't another celebrity or entertainment mogul she was calling bullshit on - simply being on time was part of that. "Excuse me Director Gaalf, ladies and gentlemen," those in the briefing room heard a distinctive rich and husky voice say as the door opened and another woman stepped in. "I do hope I haven't delayed anything." Well, the woman didn't step into the briefing room as stoop low and squeeze herself through the door before straightening up once more, her head nearly brushing the ceiling. She seemed to naturally and instinctively strike a pose, as if to let the others take a good look and to give phantom photographers to take their shots for various blogs, celebrity sites, and tabloids. There was a lot to see, her magnetic presence filling the room as much as her very curvaceous, very athletic, near-eight-foot stature did, looming over everyone. Her gleaming asymmetrically-cut dress fell short of her knees and seemed to be made of actual sapphire - without being fully translucent - in rippling shades of blue, indigo, and purple, but it draped and flowed like the highest quality silk. With stylish, modest heeled wedge sandals, her silvery-white hair tied back in a french-braid, and several bits of silver, steel, chrome, and platinum jewelry at her ears, throat, and fingers, Sonja Bahaar looked both glamorous and casual. "Not quite yet, Ms. Bahaar," John said after taking his look and taking a steadying breath. He'd been the one that suggested seeing if she'd be interested in working with the CRRD, but she still took his breath away. "You mean I'm unfashionably on time? Pity," Sonja teased with false disappointment and smiled. The enormous and gorgeous celebrity went around the room - carefully so the didn't knock into anything or break anything - collecting the names of her team members. She gave them all direct look and seemed to really be listening to and remembering their names, instead of absently just hearing the name and forgetting it instantly like most who meet hundreds and thousands of people as a matter of course do. She didn't bother to introduce herself, it would just come across as a humble-brag. By this time, who didn't know who she was? She was an Oscar and Academy Award winning actress, who had played the role of Black Widow in the MCU for almost a decade. She was the Grammy winning lead singer, songwriter, and guitarist of the Viking Metal Band, Choosers of the Slain. She was an elite supermodel who graced countless magazine covers and runways and had several of her own fashion lines. And she was married to the gorgeous Cristiano Ronaldo, arguably the greatest player of his generation, and perhaps of all time, of the most popular sport in the world, football... or Soccer as North Americans still insisted on calling it. Or she had been. Failing all that and her constant appearances in various Tabloids, there was the YouTube clip from a year ago on the set of the doomed live-action Cadillacs and Dinosaurs movie that had changed Sonja Bahaar's life even more than the Genesis Cascade had. It showed the rampage of parasaurolophus and most of transformation growing into a heroically proportioned giant to survive it as she spontaneously developed a new power... A new power she couldn't turn off or suppress in any way. The YouTube video has been viewed more than 2.5 billion times and counting. "A pleasure to meet you all," Sonja said, then frowning when she looked at the chairs. She didn't trust them to handle her weight without collapsing, and she didn't think they would be comfortable for a woman of her height anyway. She cleared one of the tables and carefully perched on the corner, crossing her legs. It creaked a little, but held. "Just a few things to assure some of you. While yes, I'm a renowned model-actress-whatever and only play a badass in movies, I have faced dinos in the field before. I may not be an expert markman or close-quarter combatant, I have trained enough, both for roles and afterward in the last year to consider myself at least competent. I can also throw a triceratops acoss a football stadium." Sonja grinned wryly, and maybe with a hint of sheepishness. While not a muscle-bound body-builder, she was now certainly a more physically fit woman than was seen in any mainstream movie. "If you guys want to ask me anything, feel free. I probably won't be offended - trust me, if anything you say are worst than comments on the 'net, I'll applaud you. But I don't promise to answer - gotta leave the Tabloids room to speculate wildly, of course. Though if I'm the last one to arrive, keep it short. I'm sure Director Gaalf will want to tell us why we're here."
  18. Personal Information: Birth Name: Sonja Saffira Sigrun Bahaar Identity: Sonja, S3, Valkyrie, Skadi Nature: Gallant Occupation: Actress, Model, Lead Singer and Guitarist of Choosers of the Slain, Fashion Designer, Songwriter, Business Woman Legal Status: American and Icelandic Citizen with no criminal convictions Marital Status: Divorced Known Relatives: Oneca Bahaar (sister), Saja Bahaar (sister), Rahim Bahaar (father), Asa Yngveldurdottir-Bahaar (mother), Cristiano Ronaldo (ex-husband) Eruption: Cascade Day Physical Traits Height: 8' (formerly 5'9.5'') Weight: 441 lbs (formerly 128 lbs) D.O.B: February 14th, 1986 Age (apparent age): 34 (early 20s) Gender: Female Ethnic Background: Scandinavian and Iranian Nationality (place of origin): American Eye Color: Indigo Hair Color: Platinum Blond with Silver Highlights Handedness: Left Appearance: Sonja is a towering woman with a tautly curvaceous, powerful, well muscled figure, incredibly long, strong legs, and firm ass. Her heart-shaped face is stunning with majestic, indigo eyes, pearly teeth, enviously sculpted cheekbones, framed by a thick, silky mass of platinum blond hair with silver highlights that falls well past her broad shoulders. Her creamy, tanned skin is flawless and her abundant, yet firm, breasts are spectacular, emphasized by her tight, slender waist and defined abs. She moves surprisingly gracefully for a woman of her immense her size. Her voice is a rich, husky alto that can reach an impressive range. She wears sophisticated and glamorously casual styles of clothing, always of the best quality and always tailored - she has the contacts and it's impossible for something to fit her stature and figure otherwise - when she doesn't bother to Manifest her own. Her size, beauty, and obvious strength, and long experience in the entertainment industry, combine to give her a remarkable and daunting presence. Before her Jotunn-like size, Sonja commonly topped sexiest and most beautiful women lists, and her and her husband Cristiano Ronaldo were considered the most attractive couple in the world. Powers, Skills, and Personality: Known Powers: Sonja only known powers are her inhuman size, which grants her greater than human strength and durability and a facility with Manifestation. Many believe her great skill with acting and music is also part of her quantum expression, but it has never been conclusively proven. Abilities/Special Skills: Sonja is a world renown and multiple award winning actress and musician, as well as being one of the highest paid models in the world... or at least she was before her latest quantum expression. She is also a very well respected songwriter and composer, who writes all the songs for her band Choosers of the Slain, as well as for others, and writes and composes scores for many of the Movies and TV Shows she has starred in. She's a canny business woman who has had great success investing her wealth in various areas, instead of just sitting on it. She is regularly regarded as one of the most imfluential women in the entertainment industry. Known for being multilingual, fluent in a number of languages, including Farsi, Icelandic, Danish, Spanish, and French and familiar with others. Personality: A driven and an unapologetically outspoken woman, somewhat unthinkingly vain, but rarely condescending. Works hard, and unabashedly enjoys the results of her labours, to plays hard too. Background: Born to an Iranian-American Banker father and an Icelandic Olympic Alpine-Skier mother, Sonja was a fortunate girl, the eldest of three daughters, growing up in luxury in Holmby Hills, Los Angeles. From an early age, Sonja showed great promise in music, starting off being classically trained on the piano, but as she grew up, her interests matured, particularly in regards to hard rock and heavy metal, much to her parents chagrin and disappointment. Growing up in LA and with her Scandinavian and Iranian heritage combining to give her an exotic appeal, Sonja appeared in a few commercials and managed to earn some parts both small and noteworthy as a child and young teen, a natural performer who got noticed. The pretty child grew into a gorgeous teen and Sonja become a fashion model at 15 years old, as well as starring in more mature and sophisticated roles on TV and in Movies. She first got noticed in The Virgin Suicides then made an even bigger break in Lost in Translation and Mean Girls and her star kept rising from there. By the time she was 18, she was one of the biggest models in the world, having been named a Victoria's Secret Angel and appearing on the cover of Sports Illustrated, among many other magazines, and won an Oscar. Less than a year later, Sonja and four other girls, two of whom were also models, formed a band, Choosers of the Slain. A Viking Metal band, with Neoclassical and Symphonic Metal elements, at first, they were not taken seriously, believed just to be models trading on their looks instead of their musical acumen. Their looks didn't hurt, but their debut album Burning Bifrost earned rave reviews and went Platinum in under six months - these chicks could play! They won the Grammy for Best New Artist that year. With her modeling/fashion and acting jobs, Sonja could only do limited tours with Choosers of the Slain, but they all added to keep her in the entertainment spotlight. While she was glamorous and could be vain, she was also refreshingly frank and open, and spoke candidly. This got in her in trouble with some people and certain demographics, but the majority of the public embraced her. And the tabloids loved it. She got in a feud with Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, when she made the claim that Pop music was for the musically mediocre and that anyone with an ounce of skill to write a pop song. Sonja proved it by writing and performing a Bubble Pop Dance Song, Valkyrie Jump!!!, with the help of band two hours later and releasing it on Twitter. To Sonja's disgust, it became a number one hit and got requested way more often than she ever wanted. She scoffed at Beyoncé and others who needed 6 writers and 4 producers to make a song and mocked celebutantes who were only famous because of their parents and their sex tapes. Sonja was connected to many men in Hollywood and the music industry over the years, by the tabloids, some of them married, even a few women, though if Sonja had dated any women, she never publicly revealed it. But when she started dating Cristiano Ronaldo, the handsome footballer, and perhaps the greatest footballer playing, if not of all time, everyone took notice. When they married almost two years later, it was the event of the year, and formed what many believed to be one of the most influential couples in the world, with their preeminence in the Entertainment and Sports Worlds and their collective endorsement deals. Sonja began branching out into other business endeavors, starting her own fashion lines and when she saw the state of the textile industry in Bangladesh while looking for a manufacturer for her clothing line, she decided to do something about it. She got her own factory build and provided better wages and better working conditions for her workers, even providing daycare and decent worker dormitories for those who wanted to them at a subsidized price. It hurt her bottom line at first, but over time, her reputation increased, she drew more and better workers, and other clothing companies started using her factory's services, allowing her to open more factories, and overall, enhancing the economy and working conditions and the pay for women in Bangladesh overall. Sonja's life seemed ideal, and then the Genesis Cascade struck. Sonja took a hit during that, since she had invested in research in Thorium Nuclear reactors, and for a while after the devastation, there were few looking for entertainment. But escapism was a universal thing, and a year later, the industry had recovered. Sonja found new competition in her careers, with some Novas having superhuman musical abilities and attractiveness, but experience and reputation still counted for a lot. Some believed she had erupted as well, since she was able to compete with some known Nova actors, even winning Best Actress over them the first year the Oscars were held after the Genesis Cascade, but Sonja hadn't believed it. It was only two years later she was proven a Nova when she spontaneously Manifested new fashions for a runway show when her garments for the show were caught in a fire. Though a Nova, she was a very weak one. Sonja's career was still going strong, even with the advent of Novas and her own status as one, until just over a year ago. She was on the set of the Cadillacs and Dinosaurs movie when the live dinosaurs round up for the movie broke out of their pen. Sonja seemed in danger of being trampled by a herd of parasaurolophus - and knowing her strongest Manifestation wouldn't be enough to save her - when she suddenly developed a new power. In a matter of moments, Sonja grew to nearly 8 feet tall, with heroically powerful physique far in excess of her former sleek tone. She was big and tough enough to resist the dinosaurs, and strong enough to subdue them with her bare hands. Novas able to transform into other forms weren't unheard of. Unfortunately, while Sonja may have been able to take a form not unlike the myths of the Jotunn, she couldn't change back. This radically changed her life as nothing else could. Cadillacs and Dinosaurs was closed down due to the damage and wounds caused by the dinosaur rampage. She had to drop out roles in upcoming movies and modelling contracts since she obviously not longer fit the parts. She did get other promotional and modelling work, even offered bit parts in movies, but there were very niche and didn't pay nearly what she was used to. Two months after her Jotunn transformation as she took to calling it, she and her husband Cristiano divorced. He couldn't handle a wife who was so much bigger and stronger than he was. Sonja had terrified when in a fit of frustration, she had put her fist through the engine block of his customized sportscar. And while she was hurt at the dissolution of her marriage, Sonja could privately admit it wasn't all Cristiano's fault. Being with him felt almost like being with a child, a delicate one. An unfair comparison, but there all the same. She felt stuck in a world of children. At loose ends - most of her businesses able to function with little oversight, Sonja started on renovating her residences to accommodate her new stature and work on new music with the Choosers of the Slain, her voice hadn't changed much beyond getting a bit deeper and even more husky, though her instruments felt like toys in her hands. When the American Government came to her about joining a rapid response team to deal with dinosaurs and other emergencies, Sonja agreed, though with some reservations - after all, despite her size and strength, she was just an actress - she only played Black Widow in a movie, she didn't have her skills. But it was certainly something where she could put her size and strength to use. And the Agency was practically salivating at getting such a high profile celebrity to work with them. Business Ventures Bahaar Bazaar - Feel Good. Look Good/Casual Comfort, Glamorous Sensibility - Everyday Glamour style clothing line, expanded into footwear, leatherwear, businesswear, and some accessories, including sunglasses. Known for relatively high - but not luxury - prices, but very comfortable and long-lasting/durable, with a mix-and-match sensibility so only a few pieces are needed to provided a greater number of outfits. Houriglass Intimates - For Every Size, A Fit - Sleepwear and underwear in all sorts of sexy and colorful styles, from flirty to sophisticated. Available in a huge variety of sizes, catering to all types of bodies. Has added swimwear and sportswear lines. Doesn't have a huge profit margin, but enjoys high popularity and satisfaction ratings BeeMii - Shape Given Form - An acronym of Body Map Imagining Innovations, a small tech company Sonja provided start-up capital for. They specialize in body mapping and movement tracking technology. Applications have gone into the fashion/garment industry for specialized sizing and the movie and video game industry to enhance motion capture techniques, as well in other areas. The List of Sonja's TV and Movie Roles and Albums is incomplete and will be added to over time. I'm also willing hear suggestions for movies and shows she's been in, either Real-World ones, or made-up ones for Genesic Age Film 1999 - The Virgin Suicides (Lux Lisbon) 2000 - Almost Famous (Polexia Aphrodisia) 2001 - Ghost World (Enid) 2002 - Spider-Man (Mary Jane Watson) 2003 - Lost in Translation (Charlotte) 2004 - Mean Girls (Cady Heron) 2004 - Spider-Man 2 (Mary Jane Watson) 2005 - Sin City (Nancy Callahan) 2005 - Layer Cake (Tammy) 2006 - The Devil Wears Prada (Andy Sachs) 2007 - Spider-Man 3 (Mary Jane Watson) 2009 - The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (Lisbeth Salander) 2009 - The Girl Who Played With Fire (Lisbeth Salander) 2009 - The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets' Nest (Lisbeth Salander) 2010 - Iron Man 2 (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2010 - Blue Valentine (Cynthia 'Cindy' Heller) 2011 - Sucker Punch (Babydoll) 2012 - The Avengers (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2012 - The Hunger Games (Katniss Everdeen) 2013 - Blue is the Warmest Colour (Emma) 2013 - The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (Katniss Everdeen) 2014 - Captain America: The Winter Soldier (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2014 - Gone Girl (Amy) 2014 - The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1 (Katniss Everdeen) 2015 - Avengers: Age of Ultron (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2015 - Mad Max: Fury Road (Imperator Furiosa) 2015 - Janis: Little Girl Blue (Janis Joplin) 2015 - The Hunger Games: Mocking Jay Part 2 (Katniss Everdeen) 2015 - Star Wars: The Force Awakens (Rey) 2016 - Captain America: Civil War (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2016 - Hail, Caesar! (Dahlia Swan) 2017 - Black Widow: Homecoming (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2017 - Star Wars VIII (Rey) 2018 - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2018 - Bridezilla (Alex Spitze) 2019 - Avengers: Infinity War Part 2 (Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow) 2019 - Star Wars IX (Rey) Television 2016 - Wicked [FX Miniseries] (Galinda) Voice Work 2008 - Kung Fu Panda (Tigress) 2011 - Kung Fu Panda 2 (Tigress) 2015 - Fallout 4 (Voice of Female Protagonist) 2016 - Kung Fu Panda 3 (Tigress) 2017 - Fallout 5 (Voice of Female Protagonist) 2019 - Fallout 6 (Voice of Female Protagonist) Albums and Songs with Choosers of the Slain Sonja Bahaar - Vocals, Lead Guitar, Songwriter (Iranian-Icelander American, 8', Platinum Blonde, Indigo Eyes) Vendela Lindstrom - Rhythm Guitar, Backup Vocals (Swedish, 5'11'', Blonde, Blue Eyes) Deirdre Frederiksen - Bass Guitar, Cello, Backup Vocals (Irish-Norwegian, 5'10', Strawberry Blonde, Blue Eyes) Aikko Valli - Drums, Songwriter (Korean-Finnish, 5'8'', Black hair, Grey-Blue Eyes) Kjersten Vestergaard - Keyboards, Violin (Danish, 6'1'', Blonde, Blue-Green eyes) 2004 - Choosers of the Slain 2008 - Burning Bifrost 2011 - Yggdrasil is Falling 2017 - Norns by the Road News and Tabloid Stories
  19. Shudder! Hope Casper doesn't share any other characteristics with Clay from Sons of Anarchy beyond appearance.
  20. I'll see about maybe revamping a version of Sonja for this, though I make no guarantees yet about how often I can post. If nothing else, you can use her as an NPC, Long. This version, instead of being naturally athletically inclined or a professional athlete, would have been a world famous and acclaimed actress/model and possibly singer/musician, married to a big sports star, then later to her She-Hulk-like proportions, severely altering her career and marriage.
  21. Sonja ducked low through the plane's doorway and sauntered down the steps with a smooth grace that belied her great height and powerful physique, Amber trailing in her wake. While the interior of the plane had been adapted to accommodate Sonja, the doors were still smaller than she'd like. At the bottom of the steps, Sonja gave a big stretch, rolled her broad shoulders as she looked around at the thick, encroaching foliage. Across her back was strapped a massive, industrial-looking sword, made of a composite that made it too dense and heavy for anyone without superhuman to wield, but strong enough to bear the brunt of her incredible strength, and a bow made from a flexible alloy of high-tensile strength steel, precisely tailored to her strength and size. With her tremendous height and remarkably curvaceous and muscular figure, a huge blade in one hand and a bow across her back, platinum blond hair blowing in a gust of wind, Sonja was the very image of a mighty amazon warrior. All she needed was the fur-trimmed bikini and boots, though instead, she had formed her eufiber into a black, utilitarian yet stylish, figure hugging bodysuit. When Amber made it to her side, Sonja smiled down at her girlfriend and picked her up with one arm in a practiced motion, supporting her comfortably and securely against her chest. With the disparity in sizes, Sonja and Amber should have looked silly together, but they seemed to fit and complement each surprisingly well. "We're ready, DS," Sonja informed Beth in her low, resonant voice. "We'll stick to the south bank of the Mississippi and travel west, looking for the primalgators and seeing if Ambrosia's gifts will work on them. If they don't, you want her to join Gamma Team, to see if she can the WitchQueen around?"
  22. Rising head and shoulders and more over everyone even sitting, Sonja kept her silence, a faint, contemplative frown on her world famous visage. The losses they had suffered famous the monstrous Zil still hurt, but the Zones and the World didn't care for their feelings. Ah, Max... another one dear to me loss to the Zones... It was unfortunate Sakurako was hurting so much after her first major encounter in a Zone, but she was young and inexperienced yet despite all her vast intelligence. NovaStorm was the poorer for losing her, even just in the R&D department, but Sakurako would do fine in the private sector, she was sure. Sonja was a major shareholder in NovaStorm, having invested in the company before it was NovaStorm, but just an alternative energy concern. She had pull, if she chose to use it, but settled for helping with Public Relations and Licensing Deals. She had other endeavors and companies that demanded her attention as well. The enormous woman was glad Beth was taking a greater leadership role. Sonja's major concern with NovaStorm was exploring and interacting with the Zones, to see if there were some way of recovering those lost to them. In the mean time, she could exact some vengeance. She couldn't do that from the Board of Directors. "Hey baby, you ever rassled a gator before?" her girlfriend Amber teased. "Not quite," Sonja admitted softly in her deep, resonant voice, lips curved in a smirk. "But I did bronco-bust a... sort of dinosaur. I'll tell you about it sometime." From her lofty height, Sonja got a good view of Amber's phone and gave the impossibly beautiful woman she shared a bed with a disapproval look and firmly mouthed: Delete it! Sonja listened attentively at Beth outlined the plan and others added their concerns and questions, nodding appropriately, raising her brows in surprise at Dr. Carter's revelation at being the Speedster. As big and strong as she was, Sonja was also very fast. She had read the occasional article on the Speedster with interest - the Speedster was much faster than she was... And almost as tiny as her girlfriend. Sonja barely suppressed an eye-roll at Death Otter's antics. She had worked and interacted with many models and athletes and a few actors, many were divas or superstitious, with all sorts of eccentric or self-centered behavior and demands. They could be extremely aggravating, yet you still had to work with them all too frequently. "Plan sounds good, Beth," Sonja acknowledged with a nod, lips quirking in a small grin. "We'll see how it holds up once we're in the field, of course." She flashed a welcoming smile to the newcomers. "Magnum Opus, Dr. Carter - or Speedster, if you prefer, welcome to organized chaos of NovaStorm." Her smile turned a touch more professional as she included Death Otter with a nod. "Death Otter, you too, of course."
  23. Morkoll was a Gravity Manipulator, but I don't think he ever even posted in the social thread or the first plot thread. Magnum, either classic Paragon or Gravity Manipulator would be fine, I think. Just a heads up, the instant transport powers like Teleportation and Warp are out of bounds for PCs, so if you were considering using Gravity to collapse space-time at a single point in space (ie - make a Warp), Long will probably disallow it.
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