Post by Sabriel Nix on Mar 31, 2015 13:50:31 GMT -5
SABRIEL NIX
Name: Sabriel Nix
Alias: Ms. Nix
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
City: Tynntill Town
Class: Trainer
Occupation: Business consultant (strategy)
Rank: Team Rocket grunt
Alias: Ms. Nix
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
City: Tynntill Town
Class: Trainer
Occupation: Business consultant (strategy)
Rank: Team Rocket grunt
POKEMON
SPECIES: Spinarak
ALIAS: Ranna
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Insomnia
MOVE SET: Sticky web | Cross poison | Spider web | Sucker punch
SPECIES: Mawile
ALIAS: Mosrael
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Hyper Cutter
MOVE SET: Play rough | Iron head | Swords dance | Iron defence
SPECIES: Togepi
ALIAS: Kibeth
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Serene Grace
MOVE SET: Baton pass | Wish | Yawn | Last resort
DIRECTORY CODE
[h1]KHA'MAAT[/h1][ul][li][a href=""]Sabriel Nix[/a] PLAYED BY [u]Nia Teppelin[/u], [i]Gurren Lagann[/i]
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APPEARANCE
Despite her extremely tall and willowy frame Sabriel commands an air of royalty. It’s hard to overlook her commanding posture and icy glare. In another life her frothy white hair may have been mystical, dreamlike- but Sabriel has trained it to simply enforce her imperial appearance. She wants to seem untouchable, remote- and she achieves this using a complex concoction of accessories, clothes and make-up. Each look is well-thought out, and generally reflects what’s trending.
Being fair in skin tone Sabriel simply roasts in the sun. Yet she doesn’t tan- instead she goes Crawdaunt red, only to peel back to her ghastly pale skin once more. It is a sore point with her, as she envies the sun-kissed tans of others.
PERSONALITY
Sabriel’s the snake hiding beneath the flowers. In her defence it’s simply not easy being a young woman in the business (and evil team) world. Even for the elder, more experienced you have to have a cut-throat edge to your personality. One needs to be willing to shake hands with a best friend in the morning, and then quietly slit their neck after a polite dinner. Not many people possess such quiet brutality that’s needed to succeed in this fast-paced world. Those who do aren’t afraid to squash potential talent. Especially those who, at first glance, appear fragile.
Yet despite the odds Sabriel has, surprisingly, flourished. She’s utterly ruthless. Her brief years in both business and Team Rocket have earned her a reputation of being efficient, merciless and highly intelligent. By being particularly observant she’s great at pin-pointing and subsequently exploiting weaknesses and strengths. Sabriel’s not afraid, or morally obliged for that matter, to withhold any blows. Pity or sympathy is not something she admires in others. Most acts of kindness are lost on her, unless there’s a clear beneficial reason.
Ironically she is a loving mother to her Pokémon- those who were strong enough to make the grade of course. Being competitive means that she will only accept the best into her team. Oh, this doesn’t mean that she goes for the standard ‘dragon’ or power-houses. Instead she prefers the subtle power of wearing down an appointment, until they are exhausted and weepy. This need to make each defeat as excruciating as possible has been transferred unto her Pokémon via intense training, and they now all have cruel tendencies. Yet they worship Sabriel. Her team follows her around in a cult-like manner, desperately waiting for each pet she gives. The ironic choice of her Pokémon- showing a preference to both Fairy and poison types- reflects her two-faced personality. Poison beneath the thin veneer of sweetness. Sabriel will flatter many into forming a tenuous bond, before proceeding to stab them squarely in the back. She particularly loves the look of horror as she enacts the betrayal. It holds a sort of exotic appeal about it, like vodka mixed in coconut milk.
She’s quite good at keeping her allegiance to Team Rocket under wraps. Perhaps her calm and patient nature allows for calculated moves, hindering her spontaneity but encouraging careful planning. Her deliberate actions often weave together complex plots that she’s been working on for months. She rarely shows more emotion than absolutely necessary, but will become passionate and romantic if the time is right (think home alone with ice-cream). Even a diabolical mastermind can love romcoms and soapy movies. In particular she simply loves that movie about breakfast at a jewellery shop... Even if she hasn’t actually watched the film herself.
Fashion is one of her few pleasures- Sabriel will often blow her monthly budget on a pair of spectacular heels, or sequinned top. She’s rather feminine in her mannerisms, and careful about how she presents herself. You know that lady who wakes up an hour earlier than needed to do her make-up? That’s Sabriel alright. Her pride in her appearance borders on being narcissistic. It does mean that she’ll make sure that she looks better than you, and if someone does show up whose prettier she will fly into an unsightly rage. Or try to murder them in the public bathroom. Either outcome is equally possible.
Ambitions:
- Dominate Team Rocket: Sabriel want's to claw her way- elegantly of course- through the ranks of Team Rocket to the very top. After that, who knows?
- Becoming an elite trainer: Yes, this is a ambition of hers. No, she doesn't want to do it the Ash Ketchum way, but rather by perfecting her team until every piece is well-oiled and monstrous. Then she'll smash the league.. or Interpol.
- Having a shoe closet that you could fit a Mamoswine into: No need to elaborate here.
HISTORY
Have you ever been left at the altar?
It’s not very nice.
Sabriel can remember with painful clarity the day that she was left, abandoned, under an arch of white roses. She can smell the damned thing even now- the sweet rotting stench of slowly dying flowers. Whilst most people would them forever gag from this scent, Sabriel recalls it daily with a smile. Even the perfumes that she wears are poor imitations of it. It reminds her of what the trials overcame, to become the woman she is today. For no one is born evil. And should they suggest this, begin a thorough investigation into their back story.
Sabriel Nix, born Sabriel Jane Brown, had a rather standard childhood. Her mother was a coordinator and fashion designer, whilst her father a humble Dojo fighter. As an only child they both poured all their attention and love into her upbringing (possibly giving her an exaggerated sense of self-worth). Thus both a desire for power and style were imparted unto the young girl, who would grow up into these values nicely.
She excelled at school, showing great aptitude for maths, science and art. When she was old enough she left the coop for University, ignoring the primal urge to begin a Pokémon journey. She reckoned that trainers lived short lives, no matter how bright, and she wanted her own to be long and fulfilling. It was whilst studying macro economics that her need to obtain a meaningful, lasting power emerged.
As it was Sabriel would have probably grown into a powerful, if slightly vain, woman with no want for chaos, yet fate was not so kind. Henry Nix, a rich playboy, took an immediate liking to the elegant girl. Such a liking in fact that he vowed against his opulent lifestyle in favour of sharing his life with her.
He showed her the darker underbelly of university life. They went to seedy clubs, drank copious amounts of tequila, did various drugs and even (for laughs) signed up for Team Rocket at a neglected-looking stand.
They did, of course, settle down- and as they graduated Henry realised his life was not turning out the way he himself had planned. His money was drying up and worse, Sabriel was evolving into a formidable lady. Trying in vain to temper her, make her need him to breathe, he promptly proposed the very next week.
It was a spectacularly planned wedding... But there was to be no groom.
Nothing snapped, nothing broke- but Sabriel knew, as she felt warm tears coursing down her cheeks, that she would never be that naive girl again. She would in fact make them all see how pathetic, how worthless they all were. Oh yes, no more would she let anyone use her like that- no more would she be led about by the nose like a puppy.
She broke off all contact with her parents and her friends, and soon began concocting a new, more desirable, identify. She flung herself into both her rediscovered connection to Team Rocket and work. Soon she was climbing the corporate steadily and training a new team of Pokémon. With each passing month she grew colder and colder, becoming more focused on becoming a queen of sorts.
She has a plan, an idea- and she’s willing to kill anyone who gets in her way.
OTHER INFORMATION
Have you ever tried Magikarp sushi? Holy Arceus its simply the best thing ever! Sabriel is quite addicted to it, and will melt into a soft Meowth when presented with a dish of Magikarp sushi.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Oh my Arceus this man is pathetic. Please kill me now.
Sabriel stared numbly at the man from under her eyelashes. He wasn’t an unattractive man, just disgustingly naive. It was like watching a child put a block into the correct hole, then beam with pride. Ironically he wasn’t much older than Sabriel. Perhaps he was a man child? It was not a rare phenomenon.
He blathered on, oblivious to Sabriel’s bored stance. Whilst he was distracted (switching slides on the projector) she stole a glance about the room. The walls were made of glass, thus she could quite easily see into the many offices bordering this conference room. Nervous, twittering staff went about their business in a hurried manner. This brought a smile to the snowy-haired lady. Oh so even this new lot knew of her? Good. She liked to know her reputation had preceded her.
This insurance business hadn’t been running for long, and according to the spluttering man- sorry boy- before her it was indeed getting decent profits. Yet it didn’t even need a market analyser to know that it’s growth was nowhere near its full potential. That complicated graph now being painfully explained to her showed shares and wares which weren’t selling like hot cakes.
“That’s quite enough thank you.”
The man frozen, mouth open. The speech he had prepared for this morning committed suicide, jumping straight down his throat, never to be heard again.
“I-I beg your pardon, but-“
Sabriel sighed and leaned forward, uncrossing her legs and resting a manicured finger upon the cool table. Before her was a multitude of documents, from proof of ownership to details of insurance policies the company provided to trainers and coordinators.
“Your business plan is not the problem. In fact, had I just know what it was I would have had no reason to believe that you weren’t all wearing Rolexes right now whilst driving Lamborghinis. Yet you’re not.”
She tapped a document labelled “Current persons of employment”. It was substantial in size.
“You need to cut down on your staff. They are the problem. Too many bumbling fools doing one man’s job.”
George, the poor sod, loosened his collar with a thick finger. His slideshow dimmed from disuse, and the room itself fell into shade. It looked cheap now, swathed in shadows and denied requests.
“Unfortunately we can’t, its part of our appeal. We advertise all the time that we support so many-“
“Oh for Arceus’s sake spare me the sob story. You hired me to advice you on why your company was not able to compete in the big leagues, and this is me advising you.”
She stood up, waving a uninterested hand about the room. It was clear that she was referring to the working Beedrills buzzing to and fro.
“Just retrench around half of them. Do you really need three HR assistants? One will do. Make up some sort of story about budget cuts, or company down-scaling. No company of your size should be employing this many staff. You’re leaking profits through most of them.”
That was it. She didn’t want to sit in this room any longer- honestly whoever had tried to decorate such an exquisite room with a plastic pot plant needed to be hanged, drawn and quartered. Was he cross? Possibly. The skin of his cheeks had indeed gone a vibrant shade of red.
“Madam, I don’t know what you think, but for me to simply shift through my loyal workforce with blunt force and fire half of them is ludicrous. You are quite literally unable to comprehend-“
Okay now she was pissed. Sabriel crunched her fingers into a ball. If she could only exposure her Team Rocket loyalties right here, right now. Then she could just slice him open to no consequence. But no, they had to remain hidden. She wasn't an asset unless she could use her power in this world- this grimy, grey world- to the benefit of her team.
“I am fully aware of your capabilities, and I have no further interest in them. Take my advice or leave it, yet make sure you pay me my full consulting fee by tomorrow.”
With that she strode out in her sheek, yet surprisingly sexy, heels (the studded toes were to die for) and left him floundering. She didn't need to waste her time with little men and their egos.
The following month Nue's papers announced the sudden loss of profitable shares from Consio Insurance. Unsustainable employment policies were, apparently, to blame.
CODED BY SYLVIE