Sabina :
Age:16
Hair Style:Bangs of a chopped length that cover her eyes, dyed a bright shade of pink, Jet black hair of a chopped length down to her shoulders.
Eye Color: Forest Green
Skin color: Peachy
Clothing:A spaghetti strap shirt of bright green, with a black mesh top underneath it, with holes for her thumbs. Long black jeans with a studded belt, and 4 chains leading from her front belt loop to her back one, with a small switchblade on it, of a dark shade of red. Black boots with lime green laces, her pantlegs tucked into said boots, boots being mid-calf high.
Personality:Quiet unless faced with something that annoys her or she is needed to be louder. She feels misunderstood all the time, and feels left out, and like she isn't normal. Her anger sometimes gets the best of her in the worst situations, and when her anger is needed, she is reluctant to show it. A lot of the time she is left feeling empty, not able to do much of anything but wallow in pity and despair.
Biography: Born in a small shack some sixteen years ago to a woman who hated her guts, and a man whom left weeks after the child was born, in a place that no one knows. Rather, people knew the place where she was born, but no one wants to. Sabina lived with her mother for fourteen years, enduring pain and hardship every day along the way of her growth, her mother hating her, and pushing her away, her father a mystery, not even knowing if he is alive, or if he cares if she is alive. The two years following her fourteenth birthday were hell, definently the worst two years of her entire existence. It was the time period in which her mother pushed her away the most, in which she doubted her the most, and in which she was killed.
Returning from school one day to a broken door led her life into deep despair. She walked in slowly, taking in the broken furniture and small trinkets of her childhood before looking upon the dead body that lie before her. At first she started to scream, but soon her scream turned into violent sobs as she looked upon the ripped up body that lie before her. It was her mother, she was sure of it. There couldn't be any other person, and that was when Sabina realized that she would be alone, even more alone than when she actually had a mother; no matter if her mother hated her or not, at least she was there. She left that night, no one looked back at her as she walked right out of town and into the woods and mountains that lie beyond.
She spent weeks in the forest and surrounding mountains, trying to fight to stay alive, being maimed many a time by wolves and other assorted animals. She began to feel empty as she looked upon the nothingness that lie before her every day and night. There wasn't a whole lot that she could do about it either, there was no way to tell which way she had come from, and which way she had gone since then. She figured she was dead, and that was fine with her. What use was her life, anyway, without a mother who could take care of her, no matter if she was the biggest disgrace in the world to her? Later that week when she curled up under a rotting tree was when Vincent found her.
At first he said nothing, but then pulled out an entire outfit for her to put on from his backpack.(The outfit described above) He spent days like that with her, dissapearing in the day, returning in the night with a carcass of a deer or other animal that was edible, and then going to bed after staring Sabina down for at least an hour. It began to creep her out, and that was something that was hard to do. Finally, Vincent spoke, so quietly, that Sabina almost hadn't caught it, and she wouldn't have, if it didn't ring through her mind, as well as be spoken.
"Go to sleep.. Tomorrow You'll wake up in a new place, with family, with friends, and with enemies. You will call me father, and I will hear nothing more of it. Got it?"
The speaking had disturbed Sabina so much that she nodded and turned over under the tree and passed out.
In the morning she ended up in a bed, covered in black silken sheets and a heavy blanket which was wrapped tightly around her. That day was strange as she discovered where she was, and why she was there, and who she now was. The place? The place was the Haven, the place where vampires and all other races went to get together and to live in harmony. The man who rescued her? She never really did find out before he dissapeared, and his son, Striker took over the family, though, Sabina couldn't help but feel that Striker wasn't really Vincent's son, and that this 'Family' was nothing more than a band of unfortunates. Which, in a way, is Exactly, what is was. Sabina found that out later that week when they took her out on their first 'Blood hunt eve' Which was hosted every weekend. She sat there and watched as the band of people formed into giant monsters and started to rip things apart, leaving nothing left, not even the tiniest hint of bone.
She was petrified to be close to those monsters, and she planned on running away before anything could happen to her. Those thoughts did not last long. Striker confronted her the evening that she had planned over and over again in her head and stopped her, forcing her to stay with the family that they had provided her with. She agreed, only because she feared for her life. Striker also told her on that evening that if she could find a family to deal with a troubled child such as herself, he would allow her to go, and so, to this day, she has been on that hunt.
Age:16
Hair Style:Bangs of a chopped length that cover her eyes, dyed a bright shade of pink, Jet black hair of a chopped length down to her shoulders.
Eye Color: Forest Green
Skin color: Peachy
Clothing:A spaghetti strap shirt of bright green, with a black mesh top underneath it, with holes for her thumbs. Long black jeans with a studded belt, and 4 chains leading from her front belt loop to her back one, with a small switchblade on it, of a dark shade of red. Black boots with lime green laces, her pantlegs tucked into said boots, boots being mid-calf high.
Personality:Quiet unless faced with something that annoys her or she is needed to be louder. She feels misunderstood all the time, and feels left out, and like she isn't normal. Her anger sometimes gets the best of her in the worst situations, and when her anger is needed, she is reluctant to show it. A lot of the time she is left feeling empty, not able to do much of anything but wallow in pity and despair.
Biography: Born in a small shack some sixteen years ago to a woman who hated her guts, and a man whom left weeks after the child was born, in a place that no one knows. Rather, people knew the place where she was born, but no one wants to. Sabina lived with her mother for fourteen years, enduring pain and hardship every day along the way of her growth, her mother hating her, and pushing her away, her father a mystery, not even knowing if he is alive, or if he cares if she is alive. The two years following her fourteenth birthday were hell, definently the worst two years of her entire existence. It was the time period in which her mother pushed her away the most, in which she doubted her the most, and in which she was killed.
Returning from school one day to a broken door led her life into deep despair. She walked in slowly, taking in the broken furniture and small trinkets of her childhood before looking upon the dead body that lie before her. At first she started to scream, but soon her scream turned into violent sobs as she looked upon the ripped up body that lie before her. It was her mother, she was sure of it. There couldn't be any other person, and that was when Sabina realized that she would be alone, even more alone than when she actually had a mother; no matter if her mother hated her or not, at least she was there. She left that night, no one looked back at her as she walked right out of town and into the woods and mountains that lie beyond.
She spent weeks in the forest and surrounding mountains, trying to fight to stay alive, being maimed many a time by wolves and other assorted animals. She began to feel empty as she looked upon the nothingness that lie before her every day and night. There wasn't a whole lot that she could do about it either, there was no way to tell which way she had come from, and which way she had gone since then. She figured she was dead, and that was fine with her. What use was her life, anyway, without a mother who could take care of her, no matter if she was the biggest disgrace in the world to her? Later that week when she curled up under a rotting tree was when Vincent found her.
At first he said nothing, but then pulled out an entire outfit for her to put on from his backpack.(The outfit described above) He spent days like that with her, dissapearing in the day, returning in the night with a carcass of a deer or other animal that was edible, and then going to bed after staring Sabina down for at least an hour. It began to creep her out, and that was something that was hard to do. Finally, Vincent spoke, so quietly, that Sabina almost hadn't caught it, and she wouldn't have, if it didn't ring through her mind, as well as be spoken.
"Go to sleep.. Tomorrow You'll wake up in a new place, with family, with friends, and with enemies. You will call me father, and I will hear nothing more of it. Got it?"
The speaking had disturbed Sabina so much that she nodded and turned over under the tree and passed out.
In the morning she ended up in a bed, covered in black silken sheets and a heavy blanket which was wrapped tightly around her. That day was strange as she discovered where she was, and why she was there, and who she now was. The place? The place was the Haven, the place where vampires and all other races went to get together and to live in harmony. The man who rescued her? She never really did find out before he dissapeared, and his son, Striker took over the family, though, Sabina couldn't help but feel that Striker wasn't really Vincent's son, and that this 'Family' was nothing more than a band of unfortunates. Which, in a way, is Exactly, what is was. Sabina found that out later that week when they took her out on their first 'Blood hunt eve' Which was hosted every weekend. She sat there and watched as the band of people formed into giant monsters and started to rip things apart, leaving nothing left, not even the tiniest hint of bone.
She was petrified to be close to those monsters, and she planned on running away before anything could happen to her. Those thoughts did not last long. Striker confronted her the evening that she had planned over and over again in her head and stopped her, forcing her to stay with the family that they had provided her with. She agreed, only because she feared for her life. Striker also told her on that evening that if she could find a family to deal with a troubled child such as herself, he would allow her to go, and so, to this day, she has been on that hunt.
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