"Never let your eyes lose sight of me," growled the drowess opposite of the young seventeen mortal girl only a hands breath from her, "Focus Sonya, or you'll find yourself on yeh backside." The drowess decided to teach her pupil and charge just what she was implying  by those words, in a blur of movement Marlarin dropped to the ground to sweep her leg behind the young girl's booted heels, sending the girl plummeting backwards on the dusty arena floor. "See?" Smug, dark umber eyes began to study her charge's strict humanly features, noting instantly how this one resembled her mother in looks and temperment. Snarling at being grounded so easily, Sonya lept easily to her feet to face her mentor dead on with her gray-green glare. Soft bronze fingers flicked angrily at several annoying strands of light sienna hair that fell forward into her face from her fall. "Yeh didn't have to do that," growling out without fear at the champion fighter of Wikkan Arena. Filled with an inner fire to match this seasoned and trained fighter who had raised her since she was four, Sonya's leather encased legs slid apart to brace herself for an upcoming blow. Without conscious thought, her bared left arm jerked below to efficiently avoid the jab to her abdomen only to then to lift her right to catch her mentor's flying fists squarely in her palm. Young by the standards of fighting in the arena like Malarin, Sonya was honed by years of tricks taught to her by her mother Lindsay, Lita Adrean, and occasionally the half elf Calisto Thelandria when not watching the other wrestlers of the arena practise. Her young lean body was nearly flawless, her deceiving frame suggested that no where on her body was muscles for the girl hid them well beneath a clinging velvety light brown suede breeches with intricant lacing creeping up the sides of her muscular legs. Her young feminity covered by a dark umber front-entry cami top with tiny little fringers skitting around her exposed stomach just beneath her rounded attributes. "Better?" She openly dared her mentor, many who did ended up with a few bruised and broken body parts as she painted ruby lips quirked up in a cocky, smart ass smile. Lavender lips pulling in an amused smirk at her charge, slipping her hand out beneath Sonya's grasp to smack the back of the girl's head with her open palm, messing up that tight plaited mess of light sienna hair. "Don't get cocky with me gel, yeh are coming along nicely but yeh still have much to learn mind yeh," delighting in tormenting her overly proud but stuttering pupil at her mentor's abuse to her stinging skull. "Training is over for today, now it's time to eat.."

Sonya Jasara

When Sonya was only a toddler, her bounty hunter mother Lindsay stole into her bedroom while Wil was sleeping, in her arms she held another child strickly resembling Sonya and around the same age. It was a pure stroke of good luck that Lindsay managed finding the orphaned girl on her way back from an assignment, knowing what use to put the little girl into getting her daughter back. Lindsay knew that she could not rightfully keep Sonya or Wil would know the one he was raising was a fake, phony.    Luckily Lindsay knew of a good person that Wil would never expect. An Arena fighting drowess whom Lindsay had managed to get on the woman's good side. Malarin was shocked at first at the request, only agreeing when Lindsay provoked the woman to teach the girl to fight only. Ever since then Sonya was raised by this drowess, having her  mother visit when ever her job allowed along with her friend Lita. She sorely missed her old friends from her mother's previous friends Kiirri and Zion and their children since she was roughly older than the two.