Sabriel Molkoh

Sabriel
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Gender	Female
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Seeker of the Sun
Citizenship	Unaffiliated
Age	29
Marital Status	Single
Occupation	Traveling Medic
Height/Weight	5'5" / 130lbs
Orientation	Straight

Basic Info

Sabriel is a traveling medic, going where her skills are needed. She is armed with lectures and lollipops at all times. She's generally not a patient person, and doesn't suffer fools. She questions the structure of society as a hobby.

Appearance & Personality

She is a Miqo'te woman of curvy build, a little more 'round' than many of her sisters. She has snow-white hair she often uses woad or other herbs to give a blue highlight to. In conversation she is playful and friendly, but she is slow to trust and just as slow to pass poor judgement. She wants to see the best in people. She has a habit of trying to 'fix' those she meets, and can come off as a terrible bleeding-heart.

Biography

Sabriel was born to a tribe she doesn't care to name and a Nunh who she felt neutral towards. She grew up with the bow and a good eye, hunting alongside her sisters in the sands. She never wanted for anything else until she grew older and found herself struggling with feelings of romance shared with one of the Tias in her tribe. The Tia, driven by jealousy, challenged the Nunh early and out of turn in hopes of never having to see Sabriel with another male. He was handily defeated by the Nunh, in spite of the Nunh's many attempts to turn him away from the challenge. The Tia pressed his attempts to slay the older male until he became was mortally wounded. With no Conjurer within the tribe to bring him back from the brink, the Tia passed away overnight. The Nunh mourned him as a life needlessly snuffed out by his own stupidity. Life went back to normal afterwards. Those in the sands were no stranger to death.

As the next few years passed, Sabriel slowly became less okay with what had happened and began to harbor ill feelings towards her tribe and those who worked within its social structure. How could everyone around her be so happy with their destinies already decided? She broke her bow and left it at the entrance to the Nunh's hut before traveling to the Twelvewood. There she found a new calling mending broken things. She discarded her tribal name and took on a new one that combined the name of her mother and grandmother.

She lived in the Twelveswood for some years post-Calamity providing aid to travelers under the canopy. She eventually struck out for adventure after the urging of a third party.

LIKES ■ Sweets ■ Independence ■ People who get-shit-done. ■ Warm sunny days.

DISLIKES ■ Pessimists ■ Weak-willed people. ■ Heavy rain when she's outside. ■ Wool- it's way too itchy.

OTHER ■ Alignment: Neutral Good. ■ Vice: A good cigar when the situation calls for it. ■ Favorite Food: Strawberries ■ Favorite Drink: Honey Wine (Mead) ■ Favorite Color: Blue

Miscellaneous

RUMORS Some of these rumors are untrue or are greatly exaggerated. Please feel free to add your own rumors under PC! ◢ Common Rumors (Easily overheard) ■ "She's known to mend the scratch on any pathetic looking soul. Waste of talents if you ask me, there's a war on." - Ul'dah Commoner ■ "She's kinda mean when she's angry but she has lollipops." - Grubby Orphan ■ "Who?" ◢ PC Rumors (Rumors from the character's of other players) ■ ■ ■ ■

RELATIONS ♥ Romantic Interest ♥ Platonic Love ● Good Standing ● Poor Standing ● X'vaan Tia : A traveling merchant who has urged Sabriel to push off her own apathy and seek adventure. She sees him as a kindred soul. There's some interest there, but Sab hasn't been in a place to explore what that means. ● Heidrek Warsong : A highlander who Sabriel met by looking unfortunately similar to his adoptive daughter. Since then she keeps having him leading her to more people who need her aid. ● Leih Rhun : Heidrek's 'daughter' who Sabriel looks like she could be related to. That doesn't make it awkward, ever.

Footnotes

Theme Song: Florence + The Machine - Delilah

Too fast for freedom

Sometimes it all falls down

These chains never leave me

I keep dragging them around

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