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Sabriel Tamura
by fai
22
age
female
gender
11/14/1996
birthday
blood status
halfbloodsexual orientation
GIRLS.
epidemic x status
immune
occupation
Unspeakable-in-Training
Spell Invention Student at University of Bangor
Alchemist
Necromancer
Potioneer
Spell Invention Student at University of Bangor
Alchemist
Necromancer
Potioneer
general appearance
Delicate features frame her pale, heart-shaped face, and her hair is a cotton candy pink. Sabriel dyes it carefully once every few weeks, much to her father's chagrin. With short, chopped fringe and long hair, her hairstyle can be considered unique. Her brows are often tinted and her makeup is fixed daily. Since she was young, she was told that appearances were important. Of course, that doesn't stop her from wandering around with smudges after a long day of work. Sabriel dresses daintily, often preferring dresses and skirts to any sort of pants-- and if she is required to wear them, they are often of flowing material. She has a small tattoo underneath her rib-cage of an orchid, and a small heart on her collarbone. She charms it when around her father, though more out of respect than camouflage, as he's already expected it.
former school
Şolomanţăformer house
Şolomanţăachievements
TBA
university
Şolomanţă
university major(s)
Alchemy & Sanguine Scientiem
years attended
2004 - 2007
skills
+ NECROMANCY
+ POTIONS
+ LOGIC
+ MASKING EMOTIONS
+ SPEED READING
+ IMPROVISING
+ POTIONS
+ LOGIC
+ MASKING EMOTIONS
+ SPEED READING
+ IMPROVISING
weaknesses
- DISAPPOINTING HER FATHER
- FORMING ATTACHMENTS
- MEDIATION
- DIFFERENT MINDED PEOPLE
- STUBBORNNESS
- FORMING ATTACHMENTS
- MEDIATION
- DIFFERENT MINDED PEOPLE
- STUBBORNNESS
positive traits
MOTIVATED + CREATIVE + INTELLIGENT + INTELLECTUAL + CURIOUS + HONEST + HONORABLE + DUTIFUL
negative traits
COLD - STUBBORN - UNEMOTIONAL - DEMANDING - OLD-FASHIONED - ARROGANT - WILLING TO RISK MORALS - OCCASIONALLY CRUEL
hobbies/interests
NECROMANCY + READING + COLLECTING OLD BOOKS + SPENDING TIME WITH HER FAMILY + PEOPLE-WATCHING + SHOPPING FOR ANTIQUES + REVIVING THINGS
accomplishments
x
character history
She was the youngest in the family of three girls, born years after her sisters despite feeling decades older than them. The distance wasn't as much as her father would have liked; the twins had been a handful enough as is. But Crystie had wanted another child, and, as Sabriel had come to understand, it was more than a bit easier to give the witch what she wanted rather than hear her whine about it for nearly a decade. The six year difference bit at her parents soon enough, and it was at the age of four that Sabriel began to learn things more seriously than her siblings had. Acacia and Delilah were needy, and they demanded things from her parents at a moment's notice. Although they were twins, Sabriel never noticed much of a togetherness about them. They were two separate creatures to her: Acacia, brilliant and bright and different; Delilah, a softer branch, constantly crying for comfort. It was around her fifth birthday that her father began taking longer business trips to Japan, then to smaller islands, leaving her and her sisters with their mother. She watched as her mother got frustrated with the twins and she too note, trying to adapt her behavior to seem somewhat easier. Her mother noticed that and seemed pleased, often telling Sabriel that she was her favorite, her golden child. She didn't quite take the endearment the way that other children did. She wasn't looking for her mother's approval, after all. And then Acacia and Delilah went off to school, leaving Sabriel at home with her parents.
At seven, Sabriel realized that whatever love the pair of them shared had certainly disappeared over the years. More than once her mother left and went off to her grandparents, refusing to speak to them. She grew closer to her father during this time, much to her excitement. Reo told her about the sort of magic that he wanted her to learn, about how he had wanted it for her sisters, too, but that they were a matched set, unable to get in together. Something for her, something that wasn't handed down by her sisters, something that wasn't Acacia's by right or Delilah's through whining. He told her about Necromancy, about Demonology, about the types of things that she could learn at this school. He had wanted to attend, but had not gotten in. And he was going to make sure that Sabriel was able to. He explained, briefly, where her name had been lifted from: an old book series that he had read, a story about a girl who could raise the dead. The story became more than an explanation or a promise. Sabriel felt that she deserved this, deserved to be the one to go to this fabled school.
They lived in Switzerland, at the time. Old books were hard to procure, but she and her father tried as hard as they could. While her sisters were off learning Charms and Potions, Sabriel cracked open old tomes and looked at what she was expected to know. She read volumes on histories, methods, and explanations of old and rare magics, and her father attempted to drill in the few languages that she ought to know as well. She already knew English for her mother, Japanese for her father, and basic German so that she could make her way around Switzerland if she got lost. Her mother, with her private schooling, somehow knew French and German to pair with her English, and she returned to the house (ignoring her husband) to make sure that someone skilled taught Sabriel. As Sabriel wrote letters to her sisters detailing these facts, she received mixed responses from her siblings. Delilah pulled away, wary; she didn't trust things she couldn't see, and she could only see Acacia. Acacia was bitter and jealous, but came around in time. Little did Sabriel know, her sister had attempted to learn things on her own, and was slipping towards a different sort of self.
After her eleventh birthday, their breaths were held. It was unlikely that Sabriel would get into the fabled school. Her father believed she might have been too close to someone else who applied, believed that she might not qualify. Her mother wrung her hands, caught between wanting the honor of Sabriel going and refusing to give up her youngest daughter. Meanwhile, said daughter pursed her lips and thought deeply. She believed that she deserved the honor, that she was good enough to go, but if the school chose to reject her, that was clearly the will of the Dark Lord, all the Old Gds, and the owl that delivered the news. It was her opinion that she was a brilliant candidate, and someone must have thought she was at least passable, as she got to be one of the few people selected to attend the school. It was the happiest her father had ever seemed, and Sabriel was anxious to attend as soon as she could. The waiting period seemed to stretch on endlessly, nearly taking on foreverness... Much like the bridge that she had to cross. Of course, she only realized that after, after her mother cried when she was to leave, when her father studied her seriously and made her promise to do her best. Acacia had been kind when she pressed a kiss to her forehead, swearing to write and promising to visit during the one permitted week. Delilah had been nervous to see her off, twitchy in the same way that their mother was.
The hardest thing for her was crossing the bridge. Endless and without banisters, it tested her resolve, how deep her fears went... She would cross the bridge for herself, she would cross the bridge knowing she wouldn't fall, she would cross the bridge to secure her academic future... She crossed it hesitantly, unsure of her own steps, but knowing that she couldn't let herself fall. And when she made it, she was relieved and frightened all at once.
Later on in the year, more bad news came to pass: Delilah had been killed on the streets, seemingly by magical hands. There was no signature that they could trace, only her own. Sabriel was hit harder by this, wanting to know how Acacia was feeling. They were twins! She feared her sister would seek out some sort of wild justice, but was saved by a letter detailing that she was feeling sad, yes, but Delilah deserved it. She didn't know what to think, but Sabriel trusted her sister.
They learned everything she was promised and more. She fell in love with Alchemy, and, as expected, Necromancy. She couldn't be bothered with the other languages around her, but she did learn Vila-- though she couldn't quite stand the species. Sabriel spent much (if not all) of her free time in The Reliquary, studying everything that she possibly could. They amount of old books was thrilling, and she detailed them all as much as she could. Magic was so beautiful, so old... She was grateful to the Dark Lord for having opened up the school so many years ago. Sabriel was grateful to have attended her primary schooling as well as her secondary schooling at Şolomanţă despite not making Weather-Maker. She had nearly wanted to cut the throat of the student who made it, but... Well, most of the school would be able to bring them back, so it didn't seem worth her trouble.
In her fourth year of studies, her mother passed away early on in the year, and the information was passed on through the school before it reached Sabriel. She hadn't realized the witch was sick; she would have prayed to the Dark Lord to do something, anything, about it: heal her if he willed, kill her if not. She took the news and buried it in her heart. At least her father would be happier. She thought briefly about whether or not her mother would be, but forgot it. Bringing her back would really only irritate everyone, and she didn't want her first big job to be wasted on someone who wouldn't want it.
After graduating secondary school, Sabriel was a bit shocked to see the sunlight. She was used to Şolomanţă, and not quite used to anything else. She was twenty, and she knew she ought to find some sort of job, something to do. Acacia wanted her to move with her to England. She was wanting to take their father as well, thinking that it would be good for her and her husband and children. Sabriel, who had missed the birth of all of them, wasn't as attached. She didn't think it was necessary, really, for her to go. She had wanted to spend a year in France studying with more prized Alchemists than England had. But her father had ordered her to go, and so she went. She began her studies at the University of Bangor in a slight rebellion, and dyed her hair bright pink, but Reo accepted it because she had come with them when she didn't wish to. She spent time with her brother-in-law, talking about school and the other things that she intended to learn. Then, quite suddenly, her sister passed away in a duel. They never quite found out the details, and although crushed, Rosario stayed close to the family, staying in the house with her and her father. With the political fixtures in England changing rather rapidly since their arrival in the UK, and the sudden influx of a flu, Sabriel has since regretted moving to the wretched country. Her father still holds that it was a wise move, despite the flu likely being a factor in Acacia's death.
Sabriel, though not without a scare, managed to retain her magic during the flu season. She is currently completing her training as an Unspeakable, a position that her father and brother-in-law advised her to try for.
At seven, Sabriel realized that whatever love the pair of them shared had certainly disappeared over the years. More than once her mother left and went off to her grandparents, refusing to speak to them. She grew closer to her father during this time, much to her excitement. Reo told her about the sort of magic that he wanted her to learn, about how he had wanted it for her sisters, too, but that they were a matched set, unable to get in together. Something for her, something that wasn't handed down by her sisters, something that wasn't Acacia's by right or Delilah's through whining. He told her about Necromancy, about Demonology, about the types of things that she could learn at this school. He had wanted to attend, but had not gotten in. And he was going to make sure that Sabriel was able to. He explained, briefly, where her name had been lifted from: an old book series that he had read, a story about a girl who could raise the dead. The story became more than an explanation or a promise. Sabriel felt that she deserved this, deserved to be the one to go to this fabled school.
They lived in Switzerland, at the time. Old books were hard to procure, but she and her father tried as hard as they could. While her sisters were off learning Charms and Potions, Sabriel cracked open old tomes and looked at what she was expected to know. She read volumes on histories, methods, and explanations of old and rare magics, and her father attempted to drill in the few languages that she ought to know as well. She already knew English for her mother, Japanese for her father, and basic German so that she could make her way around Switzerland if she got lost. Her mother, with her private schooling, somehow knew French and German to pair with her English, and she returned to the house (ignoring her husband) to make sure that someone skilled taught Sabriel. As Sabriel wrote letters to her sisters detailing these facts, she received mixed responses from her siblings. Delilah pulled away, wary; she didn't trust things she couldn't see, and she could only see Acacia. Acacia was bitter and jealous, but came around in time. Little did Sabriel know, her sister had attempted to learn things on her own, and was slipping towards a different sort of self.
After her eleventh birthday, their breaths were held. It was unlikely that Sabriel would get into the fabled school. Her father believed she might have been too close to someone else who applied, believed that she might not qualify. Her mother wrung her hands, caught between wanting the honor of Sabriel going and refusing to give up her youngest daughter. Meanwhile, said daughter pursed her lips and thought deeply. She believed that she deserved the honor, that she was good enough to go, but if the school chose to reject her, that was clearly the will of the Dark Lord, all the Old Gds, and the owl that delivered the news. It was her opinion that she was a brilliant candidate, and someone must have thought she was at least passable, as she got to be one of the few people selected to attend the school. It was the happiest her father had ever seemed, and Sabriel was anxious to attend as soon as she could. The waiting period seemed to stretch on endlessly, nearly taking on foreverness... Much like the bridge that she had to cross. Of course, she only realized that after, after her mother cried when she was to leave, when her father studied her seriously and made her promise to do her best. Acacia had been kind when she pressed a kiss to her forehead, swearing to write and promising to visit during the one permitted week. Delilah had been nervous to see her off, twitchy in the same way that their mother was.
The hardest thing for her was crossing the bridge. Endless and without banisters, it tested her resolve, how deep her fears went... She would cross the bridge for herself, she would cross the bridge knowing she wouldn't fall, she would cross the bridge to secure her academic future... She crossed it hesitantly, unsure of her own steps, but knowing that she couldn't let herself fall. And when she made it, she was relieved and frightened all at once.
Later on in the year, more bad news came to pass: Delilah had been killed on the streets, seemingly by magical hands. There was no signature that they could trace, only her own. Sabriel was hit harder by this, wanting to know how Acacia was feeling. They were twins! She feared her sister would seek out some sort of wild justice, but was saved by a letter detailing that she was feeling sad, yes, but Delilah deserved it. She didn't know what to think, but Sabriel trusted her sister.
They learned everything she was promised and more. She fell in love with Alchemy, and, as expected, Necromancy. She couldn't be bothered with the other languages around her, but she did learn Vila-- though she couldn't quite stand the species. Sabriel spent much (if not all) of her free time in The Reliquary, studying everything that she possibly could. They amount of old books was thrilling, and she detailed them all as much as she could. Magic was so beautiful, so old... She was grateful to the Dark Lord for having opened up the school so many years ago. Sabriel was grateful to have attended her primary schooling as well as her secondary schooling at Şolomanţă despite not making Weather-Maker. She had nearly wanted to cut the throat of the student who made it, but... Well, most of the school would be able to bring them back, so it didn't seem worth her trouble.
In her fourth year of studies, her mother passed away early on in the year, and the information was passed on through the school before it reached Sabriel. She hadn't realized the witch was sick; she would have prayed to the Dark Lord to do something, anything, about it: heal her if he willed, kill her if not. She took the news and buried it in her heart. At least her father would be happier. She thought briefly about whether or not her mother would be, but forgot it. Bringing her back would really only irritate everyone, and she didn't want her first big job to be wasted on someone who wouldn't want it.
After graduating secondary school, Sabriel was a bit shocked to see the sunlight. She was used to Şolomanţă, and not quite used to anything else. She was twenty, and she knew she ought to find some sort of job, something to do. Acacia wanted her to move with her to England. She was wanting to take their father as well, thinking that it would be good for her and her husband and children. Sabriel, who had missed the birth of all of them, wasn't as attached. She didn't think it was necessary, really, for her to go. She had wanted to spend a year in France studying with more prized Alchemists than England had. But her father had ordered her to go, and so she went. She began her studies at the University of Bangor in a slight rebellion, and dyed her hair bright pink, but Reo accepted it because she had come with them when she didn't wish to. She spent time with her brother-in-law, talking about school and the other things that she intended to learn. Then, quite suddenly, her sister passed away in a duel. They never quite found out the details, and although crushed, Rosario stayed close to the family, staying in the house with her and her father. With the political fixtures in England changing rather rapidly since their arrival in the UK, and the sudden influx of a flu, Sabriel has since regretted moving to the wretched country. Her father still holds that it was a wise move, despite the flu likely being a factor in Acacia's death.
Sabriel, though not without a scare, managed to retain her magic during the flu season. She is currently completing her training as an Unspeakable, a position that her father and brother-in-law advised her to try for.
parents
Reo Tamura, father. ___ . Occultist, Magical Naturalist, and Spell Inventor. Graduate of ___ . Lives in London with his daughter, former son-in-law, and grandchildren.
Crystal Tamura, mother, deceased. Died of illness at __ while Sabriel was away at school. Housewife, graduate of ____ .
Crystal Tamura, mother, deceased. Died of illness at __ while Sabriel was away at school. Housewife, graduate of ____ .
siblings
Acacia Tamura, elder sister, deceased. Twin to Delilah. Died at 29 during a duel.
Delilah Tamura, elder sister, deceased. Twin to Acacia. Died at 18 by Acacia's hand, though this knowledge is unknown.
Delilah Tamura, elder sister, deceased. Twin to Acacia. Died at 18 by Acacia's hand, though this knowledge is unknown.
children
N/A
partner
N/A
other family
Rosario Tormund, brother-in-law, widower of Acacia. 35. Sabriel's mentor and close friend.
Isla Tormund, niece, 4 years old, daughter of Acacia and Rosario.
Iovis Tormund, niece, 3 years old, daughter of Acacia and Rosario.
Caelum Tormund, nephew, 1 year old, son of Acacia and Rosario.
Isla Tormund, niece, 4 years old, daughter of Acacia and Rosario.
Iovis Tormund, niece, 3 years old, daughter of Acacia and Rosario.
Caelum Tormund, nephew, 1 year old, son of Acacia and Rosario.
family history
The Tamura family originated in Osaka, Japan. They were at one point a high status pureblood family, and while their blood status waxed and waned over the years, they never quite lost their aristocratic background. They were conquerors and travelers, but above all, they learned and they understood everything that they saw. After the Singaporean occupation, one of the branches relocated to Australia and then traveled back to Japan. That same branch continued to travel year after year, never quite settling down for long periods of time. Reo was born in the more nomadic branch of the Tamuras, spending time in nearly three different countries before he was eight. When he turned eleven he went to Mahoutokoro, and upon graduation studied under as many powerful wixen as he could. When he was twenty, he met Crystal Lassiter.
The Lassiters are a well off halfblood family that is ironically filled with teachers. Holly and Sean spent their youth tutoring privately in many different places, toting around their daughter Crystal. Crystal was their pride and joy, and they spoiled her. Anything she wanted, she got. She had nearly fifteen pets when she turned eleven, and they were living in Prague when Crystal received a Beauxbatons invitation. Crystie didn't attend, instead choosing to study at home with her parents.
When Reo and Crystal met, he was studying with her parents, and the introduction was made over dinner one evening. There wasn't much of a romantic connection. In fact, it was more of a Crystal thing: she found something that she wanted, and she was a pest about it. Reo was a bit more thrilled about the connections he was making. He grew fond of her over time, and their wedding was an exorbitant affair. They moved around after they married, getting the travel bug. When Crystal was pregnant with the twins, they settled down in Switzerland.
The Lassiters are a well off halfblood family that is ironically filled with teachers. Holly and Sean spent their youth tutoring privately in many different places, toting around their daughter Crystal. Crystal was their pride and joy, and they spoiled her. Anything she wanted, she got. She had nearly fifteen pets when she turned eleven, and they were living in Prague when Crystal received a Beauxbatons invitation. Crystie didn't attend, instead choosing to study at home with her parents.
When Reo and Crystal met, he was studying with her parents, and the introduction was made over dinner one evening. There wasn't much of a romantic connection. In fact, it was more of a Crystal thing: she found something that she wanted, and she was a pest about it. Reo was a bit more thrilled about the connections he was making. He grew fond of her over time, and their wedding was an exorbitant affair. They moved around after they married, getting the travel bug. When Crystal was pregnant with the twins, they settled down in Switzerland.
other
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Fernanda lystatus of application
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