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#2956960 Family Reunion

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 19 February 2012 - 09:15 PM in Southbridge Docks

When her cousin asked about her journey, Sabine could barely hold her words in, "It was amazing! We could have gotten into a lot of trouble on the barge." She said, confidentially, "There was a gentleman who kept staring at me, but I just ignored him until he finally came over and tried to speak with me. He bothered me all day and would not get the hint that I would rather not have his company Once, he asked me why I journeyed. I told him I needed a special physician to get rid of the horrible disease I was carrying!" She laughed in delight, "He let me alone then, I assure you."

"I can't believe I'm here," She blurted out, barely giving her cousin time to respond to the story she had just told, "You must show me everything! Everything there is worth seeing, of course. I don't wish to see dull sights." She said, laughing.

"Where to first? I'm starving!" She said, her stomach having just made a loud rumbling sound. Her hazel eyes darted from person to building to carriage and she drank in all of the city around her, comparing it to her country home by the shore, "Pater about begged me to stay, poor thing." She said, having always called her father Pater, "He'll terribly lonely, I'm afraid, but it can't be helped. A girl has to grow up sometime. He seemed more anxious than saddened. He is worried, I know, but surely it can't be all that bad. I am with family after all. I wish he didn't worry so much."



#2956652 Family Reunion

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 24 January 2012 - 07:55 PM in Southbridge Docks

Sabine felt as if her excitement was crawling all over her body, infecting her with the need to jump, run, and shout. She leaned over the railing of the barge, allowing the canal spray to mist over her face and body, laughing at the chilly feeling of the water. She had been on a boat before, she had stolen a dingy and nearly gotten herself and her cousin killed, but never had she been on a anything that was pulled by horses. It felt as if she were soaring above the water and delighted in the the beautiful creatures that worked so hard to tow them along. Staring a little too long at the water, Sabine’s stomach began to churn and she staggered to a seat until the nausea passed.

She had promised her father to act like a real lady and grow up. It was an odd parting, as if he knew something that she did not. He had always been afraid of the city and anything larger than their home. He was so private and fearful of the outside world, as if it would destroy him. Of course, Sabine had no way of knowing that her father’s reasons were sound. He carried a secret that would mean her death which is why he had not exposed her to any social events. Sabine was immature in that effect. Young and impulsive anyway, she had little idea what the real world offered and what it did not offer that she had been freely given. Her weakness would be ignorance.

Of course, ignorance hardly knows it is ignorant and therefore lives life blissfully, at least until it is face with the cold hard truths. Because of this, Sabine rode into Luthadel with song in her heart, while her father knew the truths that she would inevitably learn. Once the journey was coming to an end, Sabine, who lived very much in the moment, only thought of her cousin. It was not as if she hadn’t before, but with the moment of reunion so close, she allowed herself to anticipate it. When she saw the crowd, she could barely hold back until the boat docked, her hazel eyes scanning the people for Tamsin’s face.

Once passengers were allowed to disembark, Sabine snatched up her small handbag (the rest of her luggage being hauled off by ship workers) and snaked her way around the travelers struggling through one another until they reached the neck of the ramp, where a single file line was forced. Sabine waited impatiently for her turn and finally caught sight of her cousin. She tried to wave, but a larger man shoved her aside. Glaring at him, she waited until she was off of the platform to race toward Tamsin, smiling widely, “Tamsin!” When she finally reached her cousin, she threw her arms around the other girl in a large enthusiastic embrace, “I missed you, it’s so great to see you!”



#2956568 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 20 January 2012 - 10:05 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine grabbed the end of the cane and pushed it away, her hazel eyes blazed in anger, “Do not underestimate me, sir.” She warned, practically shaking in fear but hiding every bit of it. Sabine was no powder puff and could and had certainly hold her own. His strength might have been superior, but her anger at his unspoken threat pushed this logic away.

She searched in her mind for anything on her person that could be considered a weapon and remembered some stones she pulled off the beach because they were pretty. Grabbing them out of her pocket, she began to fling them at Gervais, one by one as she spoke, “I would only say please to a gentleman. You are certainly not one, not with your threats and bad manners. My name is Ms. Vesta, never dare call me by my first name again unless you intend to marry me. Then, of course I would simply laugh in your face. No woman could love you, not even your mother. How disappointed she and your father must be to have such a cad for a son. Hopefully, they’re dead to avoid such embarrassment.”

“Now, get out of my way or you shall meet my knife. I carry it always for protection.” She threatened herself, trying to make him move without further violence, especially towards her.



#2956273 No Net

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 03 January 2012 - 06:20 PM in Introductions & Farewells

I have had no internet at home for some time and finding it difficult to post because of it. I will get it fixed this week, FINALLY...so ought to be back in commission. Sorry!



#2956026 Message in Chalk

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 09 December 2011 - 09:06 PM in Ahlstrom Square

Sabine’s senses were on hyper absorption, she had never seen such a magical place. The buildings were larger than five of her own home, and there were more people in a small area than she had ever seen in her entire life. The beaches along her home occasionally drew a crowd, but this one put them to shame. She couldn’t seem to see it all or enough of it.

“Wow,” she breathed, her attention caught by another young woman who had a determined look on her face and a piece of chalk in her hand. When the other girl began to draw, Sabine couldn’t help but walk toward her, not disguising the fact that she was fascinated by what the stranger wad doing. She glanced at her companion, an escort from her cousin’s house; it was insisted that Sabine not go out alone since Tamsin was busy with her father’s business.

The last thing Sabine was was shy, so she began to talk, her tone friendly and full of admiration, “That’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She smiled, “Forgive me, I’m Sabine Vesta and I couldn’t help but admire how bold you are to paint in the town square and how wonderfully you draw. The colors are chosen quite well.” She smiled again, “I suppose grand things like this happen all the time around here and you must think me a country girl. The truth is, I am. The city is quite new to me.”



#2955673 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 15 November 2011 - 11:02 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine crossed her arms and laughed, “I don’t command you? Is not that the same as saying I’m not the boss of you? Have you regressed back to childhood now?” She kept the smile on her face, “I think you just never grew up.”

It was obvious that he was determined to not let her by until he got the better of her. However, she was just as stubborn and determined to pass while coming out ahead in their dispute as he was to block her, “You are keeping me against my will. Kidnapping me legally and I will not hesitate to press any charges on your head for kidnapping a lady against her will, threatening her on the edge of a cliff, and stealing her property. It will make a fine court date.” She told him, her voice challenging.

Then, he went low, attacking her mother, using the very same method that she had against him. He was trying to make her as angry as she had made him. He would fai, she vowed. “The only time one attempts to use another’s attack is if they have found it to be very effective.” She smiled a small Mona Lisa smile, “I have used your family to set you off and you attempt to do the same to me. But my method has worked where yours will fail. I would not dare give you a clue of what might hurt me by attacking you with it myself. I never knew my mother, so all I hold are a few artifacts and a memory that I do not know. She is dead, but she has been dead since I was born. I honor her for my life, but you will not harm me by mentioning her. There is no truth that you could say that will get under my skin because you know nothing about her and frankly, neither do I.” She said, her voice attempting to rise above the winds.

She feigned thoughtfulness, tapping a finger on her chin, “Hmm, what could it be that I said that was true enough to get you so angry, Gerv?” A light came on in her eyes and she smiled a large smile, “We could revisit your mother again, or perhaps we should speak about your father. Who was the one who made you like this? Which one made you cruel and hateful? A mother is far less likely, nurturing and motherly as they are. A father, however…” she allowed this to hang in the air a long while, “I’m just going to keep going until you leave me alone.”



#2955592 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 11 November 2011 - 12:30 AM in Flashbacks

Suddenly it didn't matter that she was at he edge of a cliff where a crazed man was blocking her and could potentially be the death of her. This man was attempting to make her feel guilty when she had done him no wrong, "I did not choose the world in which I was born, nor do I take pleasure in the cruelty that exists." She snapped, "Shall I go around naked and not use the only clothing available? Will that stop the political faction from using Skaa men and women as slaves?"

"Once again you twist the truth to fit your own ridiculous purpose; being cruel for pleasure." She said, now stepping closer to him in a more offensive manner, no longer on the defense, "Who says I avoid thinking of it? Stop putting me in some category of women that you think you understand. You're simply trying to hurt me and you will fail time and time again. If you want to hurt me, you better hit me. Of course, that will only prove what I have said further."

"I am not given a choice. Skaa are slaves. What we do have control over is what judges our character." She said, shaking her head in disbelief at this man, "I only said that about your sanity and you mother to get you away from me, but now, I'm beginning to believe it just might be true. You treat others cruelly because you were treated that way. It's all you know and you do search for ways to justify it. 'Everyone is cruel, so it must be alright.' you think. Go take it out on your mother or whoever treated you badly, and leave me out of it." A moment of silence hung in the air, "Now. Get out of my way." She said, slowly and deliberately.



#2955590 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 10 November 2011 - 10:32 PM in Flashbacks

No doubt, he thought his insults were penetrating thinner skin, but Sabine just allowed them to bounce off, how could she possibly care about what he thought? He deserved no emotion from her in any way, except for perhaps disdain. "Some are more innocent than others, and you may imply that I'm a whore all you wish, but the fact is, you're just angry that I outsmarted you." It was the blunt truth and she would gladly present it again if he wanted to keep feeding her insults and untruths.

“I disagree. No man wants to be cruel for fun unless he is a head case. So, you’re either the worst head case I have ever met or your mommy didn’t love you.” She clipped each words short in a high class talk, the only way to be above him was to be classier and throw back better insults, ones that were far more true than the ones he was using.

“It was quite obvious to me that you don’t play by the rules. Breaking them has consequences. I suppose I thought you deserved to taste the bitter consequences of your actions. However, my question was a sincere one. If you plan to murder me, then you better get on with it. If not, then you’re simply wasting my time.” She said, glad that her skirts covered up the fact that her legs were shaking. He wanted to intimidate her and either, he would keep making worse threats or actually act, or he would walk away, realizing that she was not going to take his bait, “I know you expect me to cower, but I’m not sorry to tell you that it won’t happen. I’m not intimidated by a spineless sow who is cruel to people and expects to get away with it because they are not as strong or rich. And all for fun.”

She moved to step forward, but dare not go without his true permission. He was still potentially dangerous, "Now, if you'll excuse me."



#2955588 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 10 November 2011 - 09:07 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine's hazel eyes narrowed and filled with anger. She could read his thoughts as if he had said them aloud. Violence. She could not rightly say that she was not afraid, but she would be damned if she was going to show him that. He had blocked her path and she suddenly wished she had some sort of power like the Mistings. That would show him not to mess around with or underestimate people. She could soothe him or shove him away from her; it would have been glorious.

As it was, however, she had no strength against this tall and obviously fit man. Would he take advantage of that and react at the fight he had instigated in the first place? At this moment, it didn’t really matter who was in the right, she would be dead; the fantasy of seeing an octopus in a hat reading a book suddenly seemed foolish with her life in the balance. Reality hit hard and she imagined herself falling through the air to hit salty water and inevitably drown.

He made a loose threat, telling her how unwise her move was. She only gave him a triumphant smile, “It was no less than you deserved.” She snapped, “I could not care less about your reasons, whether it be that you are poor and lonely, or ill-treated in your youth, that is no excuse to take it out on innocent people whom you meet.”

She glanced behind her, the sea looking closer and closer all the time. She only had a small idea of what kind of man she was dealing with. His actions could mean her fate in either direction; he had shown a casual disregard for others, but had also pulled her from the cliff’s edge. Her hazel eyes met with his again, “Are you going to murder me over a quarrel in which you prompted? Over a book?”



#2955584 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 10 November 2011 - 06:03 PM in Flashbacks

She had offset him. He was getting confused about her intentions. He thought she intended to hit him, and although that was not the furthest thing from her mind, she was not planning on it. He was trying to figure out her angle. Smiling, she kept moving closer and he kept moving to counter her, getting just a little closer to the edge of the cliff each time he moved. He was pretty intent on avoiding her until his foot hit the edge of the cliff once again. He was cornered temporarily. She seized her moment and pressed herself against him in a sensuous manner. His insults were hurtful, but she ignored the sting and pouted as if she were quite disappointed with his refusal of her.

“Suit yourself,” She said, suddenly apart from him and walking away, “You have refused the night of your life.” She pointed out. Puling out a handkerchief, she sniffled as if she were crying. Walking along the bluff for a few yards, she quickly turned back toward him, still close to the edge of the overhang, “Oh look, you must have dropped this.”

With a smug smile on her face, Sabine held out a small book. It was his, stolen just moments ago from his pocket. Obviously, it was not as precious, or so she assumed, as her mother’s hat, but it was something that was his that she had no rights to. She allowed it to hang there for only split second before casually dropping it off of the edge to join her hat in the sea. She hated to see a good book go to waste, but the point needed to be made. The book flew open, pages torn by the ripping wind, the sound of fluttering paper drowned out the further it plummeted before it dove into the sea. That octopus in her hat would have something to read now. She faced him again, her eyes wide and innocent.

“Oops.” She said, in a mocking to his feigned regrets after he had dropped her hat.



#2955582 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 10 November 2011 - 03:00 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine's hazel eyes lit up and she strode closer to the stranger, "I think you don't know how to express attraction and tease little girls that you like." She became very close to him. They were still at the edge of the cliff and the wind whipped at Sabine's hair, now unfettered by the hat. Her simple dress, made for a day outing and not an evening gown, still showed off her womanly figure and ample cleavage. She was close enough where Gervais could look right down upon it.

"It's a beautiful spot, don't you think?" She asked, looking over the edge once again, foolishly thinking that she might still see her hat.

"Perhaps I have overreacted. You did save my life after all." She allowed this to sink in, allowed her sudden change of tone to saturate the conversation once so filled with anger, "A reward might be in order. My father has money." She pressed against him now, "Or perhaps you desire something other than money?"



#2955482 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 03 November 2011 - 06:50 PM in Flashbacks

The horrible stranger pulled Sabine back to safety, but there was no gracious attitude and certainly not one of sorrow for what he had done. However grateful she was for his quick action in pulling her to safety, she took a grand swing at him, pushing her body weight against the edge of the rocks now that she had her bearings and balance back. She was good on the rocks and the slip was not a reflection of her ability.

"You are a bastard!" She said, her voice was low and dark, nothing near to the scream she had allowed escape when she was about to lose her life, "You're obviously so miserable that only making other miserable makes you any kind of happy."

It was tempting to sic her father on him, or anyone in the Vesta house that might hold influence but she was determined to handle herself alone. She stood tall now, as he did, composed and cool. The only way to get back at him was not to lose her composure. He lived and fed on that, she thought, but he would not get this little satisfaction, "How can anyone be so miserable as to hurt someone they don't even know?'



#2955462 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 30 October 2011 - 03:43 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine continued to smile as the man complimented her hat, but his tone was still odd. She couldn't make it out, and sensed sarcasm. When it became clear his intentions to drop the hat over the cliff, Sabine instinctively reached for it, "No!" Her hands swiped for it, hoping to catch it but the stranger deliberately let it go. The terrible wind tossed her mother's hat forever out of her reach and into the questionable waters below.

A vision of some octopus or giant fish swimming around, wearing her hat, made her bite her lip. Looking over the edge, and already quite unbalanced from grabbing desperately for the precious headpiece, vertigo came over her.

Combined with a mossy rock below her feet, the surreal feelings of the cruel man who had ill used her for his own amusement, and a light head from looking down, Sabine had little chance to gain back her balance. A gasp escaped her as her foot would not grab hold over the wet water weed. Inevitably, Sabine slipped.

Now, she imagined herself following the path of the hat, hitting the water and sinking to the bottom, where some sea creature would make her his next meal. No doubt, this man would take as much joy in her fall as he had the hat's. She was determined to remain silent however, for some reason her pride wanting to stay intact. Pitching over the side, her hazel eyes wide, she screamed.



#2955452 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 28 October 2011 - 08:22 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine waited for his response, he seemed overly polite, especially for the circumstances. It wasn’t as if they were at a ball or any other social gathering. Of course, Sabine had been to so few of those that she was no expert on how men acted. Her father wanted her far away from any men. So far, this hadn’t bothered her, except for the loneliness that came with being an only child. She desired friends, but had very few. The beginning stages of interest in men was in play, however, and Sabine wondered what it would be like to be kissed, touched, pined after. Surely there were joys of maidenhood that she was missing.

He asked for the hat and maliciously intentions never occurred to her, so she handed it over straight away, “Of course. It is lovely, isn’t it? It was my mother’s, rest her soul.” She muttered, feeling the pang of having missed out on knowing someone she, by all rights, ought to be very close to. Clearing the unpleasant thoughts from her head, she smiled up at the stranger as best she could with her hair blowing all around her face. She studied him as he took the precious maternal relic away from her, wondered who he was, or if he was important.

“I’m Lady Sabine Vesta.” She said, her tone, remaining friendly. A socially inept girl, she only had her instinct to go on and little formal knowledge on introduction situations.



#2955450 Morning Amusements

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 27 October 2011 - 05:54 PM in Flashbacks

Sabine, with her hand on her wide-brimmed felt hat to keep the wind from blowing it away, walked along, gingerly stepping on the rocks that overlooked the beautiful sea. Very few people strayed this far out from the beach, very few wanted the feeling of utter vertigo that came over them when one looked over the edge of the cliffs. Holding on tight, she grimaced at the hat, regretting the decision to bring it along, not predicting the wind to be so much higher than normal.

Her dark boots delicately made their way along the craggy surface, she was graceful, practiced at this walk, each crevice, and every slippery spot familiar to her. The first time this feat had been attempted was nearly a fatal one. She hadn’t made it as far out as she had planned, wanting to feel nothing but open air and see nothing but ocean all around her. She had failed, nearly falling into the choppy sea below. Instead of this incident deterring her however, she was more determined than ever to reach her destination, to achieve her goal. Every single day after, Sabine had gone back to the cliffs, each time making it further than the day before, until finally, she was as at ease on the rocks as the gannets themselves.

Her dark hair blew violently around her heart-shaped face, but she only distantly thought about how difficult it would be to brush out later. Tragedy had not yet scarred the young woman, and so her heart was full of child-like adventures, impossible feats, and distant dreams. Her head was too full of fantasy to worry about how her hair might look.

The birds dove again and again and she watched them, delighted. They never ceased to be interesting. Two dove for the same patch of water, the same fish, apparently for they squawked at one another in outrage, neither attaining a meal out of the dive. Sabine laughed, the sound utterly lost among the ripping wind. She did not notice the man sitting among the rocks until she was nearly upon him. That’s when her hat blew off, heading right for him. The hat hit him and the dark felt wrapped itself around his face, clinging for dear life and Sabine rushed forward to assist him.

Pulling the hat free, she quickly placed it behind her back, as if to hide it. Unable to keep the smile from her face, she began to laugh, “I’m so sorry,” she said between joyous tittering. No harm had been done, surely he would see the humour in the event as she did. Of course, Sabine rarely realized that people were as light-hearted as she.



#2955370 Introduction/Greetings/Salutations

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 18 October 2011 - 02:51 AM in Introductions & Farewells

Hello! I'm Sabine, I'm new too. When you get to playing, PM me and we'll plot. :D



#2955351 -Waves-

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 17 October 2011 - 08:51 PM in Introductions & Farewells

Ah, gotcha. Thanks for the info! =D



#2955349 -Waves-

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 17 October 2011 - 07:19 PM in Introductions & Farewells

I think I will stick to one charrie for some time. I love the books and Jess, but I own another site and would not be able to handle much more than one. =)

By the way, from one admins to another, how on earth did you get the account link feature? I LOVE it!



#2955347 -Waves-

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 17 October 2011 - 04:31 PM in Introductions & Farewells

Take your time. =)



#2955345 -Waves-

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 17 October 2011 - 06:51 AM in Introductions & Farewells

Oh, no...I will get the new application and repost. I had started this application quite some time ago.



#2955343 -Waves-

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 17 October 2011 - 05:50 AM in Introductions & Farewells

Hiya, I'm Sabine. I have been RPing for some time now, about 5 years. I love fantasy! I own an AU HP site but just got into the Mistborn series. This lovely site was recommended to me by Jess. Not much more to say...back to my app. :D



#2955342 Sabine Vesta

Posted by Sabine Vesta on 17 October 2011 - 05:14 AM in Retired Characters

Sabine Vesta
Noble Misting)



Player Information
Name/Handle: Sabine
OoC Account: Sabine Vesta
Contact Information: Pm please

Character Information
Name:Sabine Vesta
Type: Halfbreed Skaa/Noble (secret)
Age: 20
Gender: F
Place of Origin: Port Tresteau in the Southern Dominance
Occupation: None
Relationship Status: Single

Powers: Rioter
-Type: Misting
-Metal(s) Used: Zinc
-Degree of Skill: Yet to be Snapped

Appearance: Sabine is a slight woman, with a small stature of 5'4''. Her skin is porcelain and her cheeks carry a natural rose hue. Her dark brown hair is wavy and runs half way down her back. She has hazel green eyes, full rosy lips, and a slender neck. Her hands and feet are small and delicate, but she has used them for hard work before.

She moves gracefully with timid breaths that hide her true strong and independent nature. She has decent muscle tone, but sinewy enough that clothes easily hide this.

Her eyes can give so much away, which is why she usually looks away from people if there is an emotion that she does not wish to reveal. They are obvious and if anyone watched carefully, they could almost see her thoughts.

Her clothing is bright and usually cheery. As a merchant's daughter, she has access to fine clothing, she wears exotic silks and colors, preferring the lighter feel of their clothing.

Special Skills: A knack for Languages, well read, singing, dance, and artistic

Strengths:Sabine is highly versatile and intelligent and is deeply involved in following politics. She is quick to learn and adapt, having a natural ear for languages, and a natural knack for numbers and business. Although she is capable with numbers, she dislikes them fiercely.

Diplomatic, she is logical and a good problem solver. Understanding that there are two sides to a story, Sabine rarely one side or the other, finding many opinions and viewpoints valid and understandable. This allows her to get along with many different kinds of people.

Sabine can be very charming and social. Her fun-loving and open personality make her a favorite when anyone visits and the few parties she has attended. She is quick with a good joke or story and loves to entertain.


Weaknesses: Sabine rarely is able to solve her own emotional problems or take her own advice even if she can do it very well for others. Sabine has the tendency to wear her emotion obviously, unable to hide what she is feeling. This makes her vulnerable; others can see a weakness and use it against her.

She has little patience, especially for those who will not help themselves and can be quick to anger on certain subjects. Haughtiness, judgement, or control are a few traits and actions in others which could set her off, especially if directed at her or someone she loves. Forgiveness does not come quickly.

Sabine is capable of sympathy, but is picky about who receives her help, making sure they deserve it. Also realizing that not everyone can be helped, she will ignore some who need it so she doesn't feel overwhelmed.


Personality: Stubborn to a fault, Sabine rarely gives in even if it is best to do so. She has a difficult time admitting fault but knows this about herself and makes a conscious effort to be less biased towards her own opinion. She appreciates open-mindedness and feels hypocritical when she refuses to admit when someone else has a point and yet it is not easy for her to back down. The only reason for it, because she knows she is wrong, is stubbornness.

She wishes she could feel more loyal to more people, but the truth is only a select few get this devotion and she is not quick to give it away or quick to give it back to someone she has taken it from. She feels heartless on occasion, sometimes able to turn a blind eye on suffering sometimes feeling since she is helpless to act, there is no sense in worrying. Children and animals are the exception to this.

Determined and intelligent, this is a woman who knows how to get things done and will not hesitate to act. She commits to decisions but is versatile enough that she is able to change courses if the current one is not working. She attempts to take advice, but will only accept it from a few select people. Her compulsion to act and solve problems immediately are deep rooted since childhood where impulsive action were practiced almost daily. Act first, clean up ears later.

Sabine craves approval from others, especially her father and those in high places, but does not wish to be controlled. She switches back and forth from seeking this approval to rebelling when all of the hard work fails to please. Part of her wants the attention and approval of those who do everything right, and another part is rebellious against always doing the right thing and being straight laced. Extremely social, Sabine hates to be alone, craving the company of others. She loves parties and social events, or, at least, the thought of them since her father never entertains.

History: Sabine is the product of an unwilling union of a noble woman and a crazed Skaa slave. Her mother, Amelie, was the beautiful and kind wife of the prestigious trader, Brax, who loved his wife dearly. Their Skaa were treated like any other slaves, if a little better, but one lost his mind after a work accident where he hit his head. Physically recovered, the other Skaa began to notice his illusions of grandeur, as he spoke of owning the estate and the mistress being his wife. No one spoke of it since much of the time he was lucid and harmless. One night, however, he was neither and broke into the estate home and ravaged the mistress.

The offending Skaa was put to death, but Amelie became sick with pregnancy very soon after. Her husband, Brax, a strict but honorable man, fretted over his wife for nine months, contemplating for the first three of these whether or not to terminate the pregnancy. Brax only kept it because Amelie insisted that the child to be born was not at fault and was the baby she always wanted. Amelie’s little jewel was born and even Brax fell in love. The child was their world, a gift that they both adored. Amelie’s pregnancy had made her weak, however and she spent the next three years of her life a sickly woman. Finally, her weak body could no longer support her life and she died in her sleep.

Brax was devastated but he and Sabine became closer than ever and, as the years went by, he couldn’t lay a hand on her in any attempt to Snap her. She reached thirteen and he felt the pressure, but decided to hide the child from the world, protecting her half blood status and her potential wasted Allomancer powers. He never told her what she was or could be, forbade visitors except for young friends of Sabine’s. He lied to his family and said his attempt to Snap her failed. His daughter was all he had left and the less she was exposed to the cruel world, the more he could keep her for himself.

His allowances were the perfect recipe for the young tom girl to grow confident and free-thinking. She rarely held back he words or actions, acting firs and wiping up any tears later. Hesitation and patience were not attributes she held dear. Her best friend was her cousin, Tamsin, who was often allowed to visit for weeks at a time, where the girls shared a fantasy world on the lush estate grounds near a private beach area. Tamsin, the reserved thoughtful child, seemed to compliment perfectly with the extroverted and impulsive Sabine. Both girls were clever and agreeable but reacted quite differently to situations.

A group of older boys decided that the small girls would be a good target as they played on the beach. Both at the age of thirteen, they were in between children and women, that awkward stage where emotions run high and awkwardness even higher. Leggy and scrawny, Sabine could hardly be seen as attractive or womanly. Tamsin was a bit better off, fairer and dressed like a lady. The two girls hardly noticed their own appearance, too caught up in each other’s company to care. The four boys approached and began to tease them, directing most of their vitriol onto the cuter Tamsin. At least her hair was brushed after all, and boys always reacted poorly to a girl they might actually be attracted to. The only time they acknowledged Sabine was when she shot insulted and told them to leave Tamsin be. Tamsin the very picture of cool, made a remark so clever and insulting that the boys upped the ante, sitting beside her, very close. Sabine did not hesitate and was on her feet and lunging in less than a second. Her fists pounded at the boy she had tackled before the other two could pull her off. All fight out of them, the three boys abandoned their teasing game for the day and Sabine and Tamsin went home to dinner as if nothing had gone awry.

When Sabine came eligible to be married and House Vesta stepped in to find a suitable husband, it was discovered that her father never attempted to Snap her. House Vesta decided to take Sabine away from her father and put her in the hands of Lord Lendell, since he owed them a favor. There, it was planned that she would be Snapped. Her father had no choice but to let her go and unknowingly, Sabine is gladly going, believing the purpose is to get socialized in Luthandel and visit her cousin.


Roleplay Sample
Sabine, with her hand on her wide-brimmed felt hat to keep the wind from blowing it away, walked along, gingerly stepping on the rocks that overlooked the beautiful sea. Very few people strayed this far out from the beach, very few wanted the feeling of utter vertigo that came over them when one looked over the edge of the cliffs. Holding on tight, she grimaced at the hat, regretting the decision to bring it along, not predicting the wind to be so much higher than normal.

Her dark boots delicately made their way along the craggy surface, she was graceful, practiced at this walk, each crevice, and every slippery spot familiar to her. The first time this feat had been attempted was nearly a fatal one. She hadn’t made it as far out as she had planned, wanting to feel nothing but open air and see nothing but ocean all around her. She had failed, nearly falling into the choppy sea below. Instead of this incident deterring her however, she was more determined than ever to reach her destination, to achieve her goal. Every single day after, Sabine had gone back to the cliffs, each time making it further than the day before, until finally, she was as at ease on the rocks as the gannets themselves.

Her dark hair blew violently around her heart-shaped face, but she only distantly thought about how difficult it would be to brush out later. Tragedy had not yet scarred the young woman, and so her heart was full of child-like adventures, impossible feats, and distant dreams. Her head was too full of fantasy to worry about how her hair might look.

The birds dove again and again and she watched them, delighted. They never ceased to be interesting. Two dove for the same patch of water, the same fish, apparently for they squawked at one another in outrage, neither attaining a meal out of the dive. Sabine laughed, the sound utterly lost among the ripping wind. She did not notice the man sitting among the rocks until she was nearly upon him. That’s when her hat blew off, heading right for him. The hat hit him and the dark felt wrapped itself around his face, clinging for dear life and Sabine rushed forward to assist him.

Pulling the hat free, she quickly placed it behind her back, as if to hide it. Unable to keep the smile from her face, she began to laugh, “I’m so sorry,” she said between joyous tittering. No ham had been done, surely he would see the humour in the event as she did. Of course, Sabine rarely realized that people were as light-hearted as she.