Name: Sabine Fairweather
Age: 33
Myers-Briggs type: ISTJ
Nationality: English, Londoner
Current Residence: St. Louis
Socioeconomic Level as a child: wealthy
Socioeconomic Level as an adult: obscenely wealthy, from family funds/investments. She’s the only remaining heir
Occupation: independent researcher/alchemist
Talents/Skills: brilliant. meticulous, detatched, methodical. languages, cognitive reasoning, research.
Birth order: younger of two. Older brother, Edward. Physician. Dead at 40. Never was close, because he was 8 years older, male, and the heir. (interesting dynamic, here: Trace has a much younger sister whom he is responsible for, but not close to; Sabine had a much older brother who was distant and whom she came to resent.)
Height: 5 feet, maybe.
Weight: 90 lbs, at most
Race: English
Eye Color: pale blue
Hair Color: pale blonde
Health: poor. damaged by overwork and Mereck’s, er, influence
Hobbies: dissecting things. tormenting Trace. hunting down Mereck and inflicting vengeance.
Educational Background: excellent tutors in childhood; later apprenticeships, fellowships and private study; PhD-equivalent in several things
Intelligence Level: brilliant. How often must I repeat it?
Any Mental Illnesses? Uh… other than obsession and a mild sociopathology?
Learning Experiences: discovering she was a girl must’ve sucked. Death of her father, being dependent upon Edward; the whole Mereck incident.
Character’s long-term goals in life: become the most brilliant alchemist/scientist ever. Discover Elixer of Life.
How does Character see himself/herself? As a demi-god
How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others? With envy and awe
How self-confident is the character? Uh…
How does the character deal with anger? Everything in her burns cold. If angry at a person in front of her, she will probably resort to sarcasm. I doubt she gets mad at things beyond her control. She plans ahead so well and so redundantly that her daily life holds practically no surprises. The hot water doesn’t run out, her supplies arrive before the old runs out, etc. nevertheless she has this old anger toward Mereck and her father and Edward and Patriarchy in general that has never been appropriately expressed or dealt with. This would be a large part of her resentment toward Trace—she needs him, but he’s a man.
With conflict? Deals with it. Or sends someone to do so, by nefarious means if necessary. I believe she would be quite capable of killing, although she probably considers it uncivilized.
With loss? She’s numb to loss by now. She has practically nothing left to lose. She believes herself untouchable.
What motivates this character? Curiosity, hunger for knowledge, respect. Vengeance, at the moment, and a bit of self-preservation.
What frightens this character? Dying. Or worse: dying obscure.
What makes this character happy? I think “happy” is an embarrassing extreme with her.
Is the character generous or stingy? Generous with money; stingy with everything else: praise, information, time. She thinks everyone is beneath her, ergo she treats everyone with a sort of noblesse oblige
Is the character generally polite or rude? Polite on the surface, but can be vicious underneath. One of those people whose manner can make the nicest compliment sound like an insult.
Relationship skills: None. She is blunt, rude, sarcastic, impatient, and is interested in people only to the degree that they can help her. Serious shell around this woman. She has been left to herself for so long she can’t imagine any other way to be.
4 comments:
Sabine: a character whose redemption I can hope for, but whose self-destruction I greatly fear.
Were I her age, and had I met her in 1880, I might have fallen in love, and clung to an unfounded and forlorn hope that she could learn to love me. I get the impression that Trace suffers no such weakness. Yes, Miss F uses our hero, but in turn he uses her as a source of funds to keep his sister in school and himself and Boz on the grubline.
Scotius
You really are a masochist, aren't you?
I was not deliberately masochistic in those far gone days when I was in my thirties, but I did cling to forlorn hopes far too long at times. My first experience with this penchant of mine to hope for the hopeless was when I was seventeen. The kindest thing that Chrissy ever did for me was move so far away I could not follow.
I finally grew out of this weakness about twenty years ago. Advancing years do not necessarily confer wisdom; they confer age, but in this case a small amount of insight was granted me.
I understand that a masochist enjoys his pain. I don't care for pain, emotional or physical, so that counts me out as a masochist. I have endured my share of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; I see myself as an innocent victim of soicumstances.
Scotius
One might argue that allowing oneself to get into hopeless situations constitutes masochism. Brownnosing is a form of it, in my experience. Sycophants never really expect to get anywhere from their efforts, they just enjoy the humiliation.
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