Sabriel Lemora

[Frægr]

Name: Sabriel Lemora
Gender: Female
Race: Half Elf, Half Human
Age: 18; But her expressions sometimes cause people to think she's over 30...and on those extremely rare occasions, under 15.
Loyalty: Neutral [Though when the time comes, she will fight for either side, to save herself.]
Profession: Messenger

Appearance:

• Height: Sabriel stands at a relatively average height at 5'6'', with small curves that she considers her greatest flaw (obviously not in a serious sense). Her strong stance makes her appear taller to others than in reality, but her slender build was achieved through hours of exercise achieved through deliveries.
  
• Complexion: Though her skin has always been naturally somewhat tan, many an hour outside has given Sabriel a "sun-kissed" look where small, almost indistinguishable freckles dot her tanned high cheek bones, and random spots along her arms and legs. She has a slight fear of extreme sunburns, as the woman always finds a way to get one, but always shys away from the many healing creams that local merchants attempt to sell her, purely out of disgust and lack of money. Her skin pales slightly in the winter, but not enough to be extremely noticeable. There is always a slight circle under each of her eyes, as Sabriel always finds ways to stay up at night, nevermind the reason.
  
• Face: Her long, slender face matches the rest of her body, but sometimes Sabriel considers her forehead a tab bit too big for her face. However, a person harshest judge is themselves. Her eyes: which are a shining blue, seemingly grey in the light, are framed by long, dark eyelashes that emphasize the colors that appears in her pupils. In grade school, many classmates nicknamed her "doe eyes," due the innocent look that is created by their size. Also, the color seems to fluctuate based on her mood, or rather, her eyes seem to have mood swings of their own. Frequently, Sabriel finds herself with light, bright blue eyes that may fade to grey, or darken to a royal blue. This may be all in her head, but others have testified to this color change, so she doesn't question it, and deals with the comments it brings. Her nose is relatively normal sized, but from a side view, it may look a bit big. However, it's not enough to be extremely noticeable. This trait is the single characteristic that she has inherited from her mother, a witch (who specialized in herbs and telling "futures". Everything else seems to be from her father, including her personality.
  
• Hair: Sabriel considers her hair a chore, and keeps it just long enough to be pulled back. But at her best, her hair is a dark brown, almost black, and has wavy curls that go to just below shoulder length, and her side bangs always find some way into her eyes. Frequently, she has to pull them behind her ears, and makes an annoying habit of sticking something in the same place, to keep it still.
  
• Clothing: Usually, the woman has simple garments, dressing in plain brown leather to blend in with her environment and to keep warm. However, when the absolute need comes, to wear something other that that, Sabriel does so. However, no matter her wardrobe, a plain leather sheath still adorns her side, with her glittering metal sword.

Weapons and Belongings:

• Sword: Blöthr: In the Elven language, the word means halt, or stop. It is one of the few words that Sabriel has come to know of the ancient language, and thought that it would make a good name for the sword that she had "acquired" in exchange for a valuable package that she had delivered. Where the man had gotten the sword was unknown to her at the time, and will likely stay unknown for a long time. And she'd like to keep it that way.
  
• Garion the Horse: Her loyal companion in all travels, homebound or for her profession, this horse is her fellow traveler. However, Sabriel thinks him much to sensitive for all his gusto and appearance, which is of a huge stallion-- chestnut brown with a light, almost blond mane. The horse usually pricks his ears at the slightest sound, and is ready to jolt an any unfamiliar appearance. However, the speed and agility makes up for his sensitivity, and the woman has been able to make many deadlines solely due to him.
  

Personality:

• Calm - Most of the time, Sabriel is calm and collected, but not without frequent spouts of wit and sarcasm at any time she feels necessary. A smile is rare for her, but seeing her temper is also... And most would rather keep it that way.
  
• Aloof - Some think her unfriendly, but due to her looks, and their supposed respect for her lost father, they prefer to call her "aloof" instead. At least, that's what the older generations that actually remember him call her. A "dreamer" may be another label for Sabriel. Emotionless might be another.
  
• Clumsy - However, her clumsiness usually cancels out her outer lack of emotions, as whenever she appears to hurt another, mostly on accident, sometimes not, the woman's face usually relaxes a bit, and she begins to open up slightly. Slightly.
  
• Knownledgable - Most of the information Sabriel has gleaned on her travels is useless, where she can recall almost anything that has to do with athletics or ancient stories of the Elves, but on normal NECESSARY matters... But don't underestimate her, she can at least make a fire, and the like --- or, the woman would never survive.
  
• Other: Her cooking is horrible, and deadly for that matter, and while most girls of her age are busy with herbs and cleaning, Sabriel enjoys exploring the Spine and her full time job: being the messenger of letters/other misc. to nearby towns for random travelers, or for anyone who offers her money. So, she's never really in her home town that often. Sword fighting and horseback riding have become her greatest skills because of the profession.
  

Skills and Strengths:

• Sword fighting and horseback riding due to the reasons stated above. Also, if a old, ancient legend needed telling, or a random fact needed sharing, for whatever reason, Sabriel would be the one to ask. Though, she would usually not share it, and smirk in response, instead.
  

Flaws and Weaknesses:

• Cooking obviously, is a huge fault on the part of Sabriel. Her lack of knowledge on the normal responsibilities of a woman, or any womanly act for that matter can be considered a fault, or a strength, due to the complete lack of necessity to know any of that in her occupation. Her lack of time to learn to do so also contributed. As a young girl, she never displayed interest in any of those activities, and instead frequented the forest outside the city.
  
• Clumsiness could be another weakness, also. Or a plus, considering how she opens up more upon stumbling.
  
• Explosive Temper --- even though it only appears once ever-so-often, the fact that the temper exists is a huge flaw, which could lead Sabriel to become quite impulsive when the time arises.
  
• Meat is possibly one of the only foods Sabriel will attempt to avoid. Though at times, she compromises with eating small portions of chicken or fish --- usually the woman stays completely away from eating red meat. This may be an inherited trait from her elven father, or a preference she has acquired over time.
  

Home and Family: Her existence isn't a mystery, so Sabriel doesn't bother to make it one. Her father, an elf, was stationed in her city as a watch for the dragon egg when that disappeared, due to Arya's spell. He [Uracel is what they called him] never really loved her mother [Vanessa], however madly in love she was with him. She was just one of his many human fans. Everyone in the town knew him, and his serious & aloof attitude was dearly loved, not even mentioning his looks. However, the position didn't last long --- a few months after he was stationed there, they were alerted of Eragon & Sabriel, so he was ordered back to the Varden.

Basically, Sabriel was the result of a one-night stand. You could call it something due to pity.

No one bothers to hide it, but it's never really been a point to pick out for anyone in the town. They know she's different, and just let it be. Most of it was due to their respect for Uracel, and some pity to the mother that wasn't ready to become a mother. Some of course, dislike her Elvish blood, but it's low key, something to be talked about behind curtains and in the corners of bars. Vanessa, Sabriel's softhearted and weak mother is a quiet waitress in the town bar. She ignores the gossip, and tells her daughter to do the same.
So she does. But unlike other girls with strange pasts, Sabriel just doesn't care.

History:

• The Child: At a young age, Sabriel developed her aloof personality, due to a combination of genetics from her father, and the slightly different behavior she was treated with by the fellow townsmen. They weren't exactly harsh, or mean at all for that matter, but... distant. At a young age, she was exposed to life alone, and instead was drawn to the Spine, which was right next to the town in which she grew up. While normal, ordinary, human girls spent their days and nights in the kitchen, or playing frivolous games with sticks and fruits, Sabriel spent hers making hiking paths, or learning animal tracks. Frequently, she came home with one too many bruises, results of her usual lack of coordination. Her mother was of the understanding sort, and treated her with love and care. However, the woman was also weak-hearted, and tended to feign ignorance to Sabriel's reason for being alone, as she couldn't deal with the stress her epiphany would bring.
  
• The Teenager: Continuing on from her young years, the teenager Sabriel did the same, and still does, explore the Spine. Though now, it's more of an occupation than a game she plays to pass the time. However, in prime years, between the ages of 14-18, she still explored, and finally received her first horse at the age of 15. Garion was his name, and he was a scared stallion, much too soft for Sabriel's taste. But after time, the pair got used to each other, and began to explore the Spine themselves. It was then that she started to taper with magic, and often had to "convince Garion mentally" to accompany her on her explorations. That was about as much as Sabriel learned about magic at that time, however, but she managed to glean a few Ancient words when she began her profession...
  
• How the Messenger Came to Be: In a long story cut short, at the age of ten, Sabriel encountered a stranger from Uru'baen, who delivered a package from relatives to her human mother. The traveler littered her mind with stories of honor and glory, fairy tales of him during his "adventures" from place to place, sending packages, letters between long-long relatives. It polluted her mind, and upon the day of her 18th birthday, Sabriel was off to see the world. She does so today.
  

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