♦ Sable Gemma Cassadine

"If I was meant to be controlled I would've came with a remote."
♦ Spice and Sass ♦

♦ Sable is often described as a girl unbound. Unchained. How true that rings is semi questionable. She isn't the type of girl that is tamed easily if at all. Fire runs in her veins, ever hot and at times volatile. She doesn't think she has a temper because of how calm she usually remains but others would question otherwise. It may be impart to her mild case of OCD; which she completely denies existing; for some cases of violence. There are times where she keeps it together but often enough the poor bastard on the receiving end isn't so lucky. When Sable organizes something or asks for something to be do a particular way and the opposite occurs she casually dishes out what she feels is deserving. She's a beautiful girl hiding a villain inside. She's a hurricane in most people's lives. Always stirring the pot. Causing trouble when she can. Mischief is her game - akin to the goddess of discord. Her empathy for others is extremely low if not almost devoid entirely. Other's problems don't resonate with her as she has 'issues' of her own. Sable's only real excuse for getting involved in matters is her own amusement. Maybe self satisfaction or self interest. Sometimes she just wants to see the outcome and willingly throws herself into the mix to see what kind of chemical reaction will come from it. She's a tough cookie to crack, who doesn't see the world as simply black and white. She believes in the gray areas of the world. She doesn't really fear death, never had a reason to.

♦ Sable is a risk taker. Many have deemed her crazy for it. She comes off almost fearless in her actions which to some is either attracting or repelling. What sheep think is not something she cares about. Sable is gonna live her life in the fast lane till the bitter end. There is a random nature about her that one would just need to experience to understand. She's definitely the type of girl you want at a party to spice it up. She's sassy and sarcastic there is no denying it. She couldn't hide it if she wanted to. Sable has a sharp tongue on her and she isn't afraid to lash out with it. It's extremely rare that she holds back her thoughts and when she does the reasoning is unknown. She can be considered to be an acquired taste to many. However she can be charming so making friends - though not on her agenda - depends on the individual. Sable could either be your best friend or your worst enemy. Advise don't make her an enemy. Don't expect this girl to take the blame. She often will point fingers at others and usually make a valid argument to create reasonable doubt on her involvement or why they were the mastermind. Some have wondered if she has a personality disorder. It may seem so but she had always been like this.

♦ Sable enjoys a good story so believe she'll often listen to someone spin a tale. She herself spins a story or two from time to time, real or not, especially when she's on a job that requires torture. All the more why people deemed her a strange one. One thing she makes no secret of is that she has daddy issues. She brushes it off in the most nonchalant manner as if the topic doesn't bother her. Maybe it doesn't maybe it does - it seems to be the former. She has little quirks about her like lighting a match and eating the flame for example so she can always be found with a pack of matches on her. The more one interacts with her the more they'll see. Good or bad. But for certain trouble is almost guaranteed around this beauty. 

♦ It is questionable to some how someone like he managed to have any figure head position within her family's establishment, however despite her mannerisms Sable is a rather capable leader underneath it all. The leader is responsible for taking on the past sins of the family, which means the leader must be strong and tough. Which Sable surely is, but she isn't the leader just yet. Her father still currently holds command. Sable can be a cut throat, not afraid to hurt anyone's feeling and certainly not afraid to clip anyone's wings. If she deems fit she will cut the weak links without even a second thought. Sable is quite the ambitious and persistent woman not to mention ruthless when taking down anyone in her path.  She is quite the intelligent woman able to reassess situations quickly and find a new way to bring it back to her advantage. Sometimes it takes a bit more than it should, but one has to be flexible and versatile in most situations. One thing that is certain about Sable is the fact that she loves a challenge, in any form.

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♦ Little Tidbits ♦
- Likes magic tricks. Has a knack for offering to show them sometimes.
- Has a strong affiliation with animals - especially wolves.
- Likes fire to which she often carries matches around with her. Occasionally can be seen chewing on the end of the match stick. Often striking it and swallowing the flames like a fire eater.
- 'Mild' case of OCD that leads to volatile actions - sometimes.
- Enjoys music - particular melodies soothe her entirely.
- Enjoys stories. Reading or telling tales especially while on a job that requires torture.
- She doesn't like to be disturbed once her mind is completely set on the task or whatever she is doing.
- Likes knives  

"Experience is a cruel teacher. It gives you a test before presenting the lesson."
♦ When life hands you lemons ♦

    ♦  Most children grow up with loving parents telling them bedtime stories of far off lands with knights, dragon's and princesses. A mother singing them lullaby's to ease them into slumber land. A father goof balling around maybe giving them piggyback rides and the like. On the occasion he'd try to give them a little scare having a good laugh about it. The white picket fence. You know the good ol' American dream. Let's face the facts that seems nice and all but it isn't reality. Nothing is that simple nor that perfect. It's a watercolor painted dream steadily dripping from it's canvas smearing together showcasing the chaotic mess it secretly is. Nothing is ever what it appears to be. Everything and everyone has an underlining layer they keep hidden. No one is truly completely open to the world. Who truly wants to be that naked to a bunch of strangers? Either case life hands you a lot of lemons - those bitter sour things - and tells you to suck on them.

    ♦ Now I suppose you wanna know about my lovely little backstory. Where I came from. How I came to be. What makes me me. All that lovely jazz right? I could say 'fuck off' it's very tempting but because I like a good story I'll indulge your curiosity just enough. Once upon time in a galaxy far far away ---- blah blah, anyways enough with the fairy tale beginnings. I don't exactly know how my parents met because my mother tended to spin a different story often, nor do I particularly care either. How they met isn't much of my concern cause the point is their meeting. Their heated moment of whatever bore me and that's all that's relevant moving forward. However my birth was not what my father expected. Apparently he was convinced his first born was supposed to be a male. A son to carry on his legacy. Some nonsense about some prophecy he believed. Yeah my 'father' or 'sperm donor' was the type of guy to believe in such things. So imagine essentially I was deemed a failure in his eyes at my first breath. Fun way to enter the world with the stamp of a failure branded on your essence. Safe bet I was never getting daddy's love or affection. Full of anger he cast my mother and I away. Unwanted we were. She was just as much a disappointment as me. Funny how he neglected to place blame upon himself after all it takes two. Pointing fingers at others seemed to be a family trait. Thrown to the vultures of the world my mother 'raised' me - kinda I suppose. Whatever her version of raising could be considered. Guess you can say I grew up faster than a child usually has to. At the age I can remember I was taking care of my mother from her drug and alcoholic hazes. Taking care of myself in more ways than one. Ya know the whole independent girl type shit. I'll admit it was annoying and frustrating at times; watching my mother slowly decay. There were moments she hated me and adored me the next. Mommy's little Queen as she put it. The woman was a confusing mess. Often I was alone finding entertainment in fairy tales, folklore's, Aseop fables certainly had it's valuable lessons. Grimm's tales. The more darker tales of those Disney flavored stories drew me. Yeah I enjoy reading, problem?

      ♦ Other sources of grabbing my attention grew into taking things apart and putting them back together or not. I started enjoying the dissecting process. Getting familiar with the inner workings. What made something tick. Sharp objects were mere toys. All the while my mother danced with demons under the pale moon late. I grew accustom to these demons - new ones abundance. Didn't bother giving them names or remembering such after awhile. Watching her something was growing within. Children are so impressionable at young ages aren't they? I'm giving you too much let's just move on. My mother died eventually; surprised she didn't sooner; and I was shipped off to an orphanage. Where was my family? No one really cared or wanted me. I wasn't the 'ideal' or 'perfect' child. I supposed I had a little violent tendencies here and there. I suppose I could've been a little energetic which was too much for them to bear. Oh wells, not my lost. To an orphanage I went naturally where I often got myself in trouble. You'd think they'd be able to handle an eight year old. They called me names, said I was crazy. No it didn't make me cry, their feeble thoughts matter not to me. In truth all I did was purposely prove them right. Within half a year a man came for me, said he was my 'uncle'. He was the only one that had came that was willing to take me. How eager they were to get rid of me. I figured the man lost his marbles or was desperate. Or maybe he was one of those types that look for the fiercest feline they could find to take out the rats in their life. Turns out he knew my 'father', the man that abandoned me so long ago. He was taking me to him. I wasn't sure how to react so I just went with the flow. Meeting my father went as expected I was still unwanted. Still nothing to him. This 'uncle' of mine, Dorian, stood up for me not like I asked - speaking about training me. I don't know they seemed to argue for awhile till Dorian achieved his goal. My father wasn't too incline to bestow the Cassadine name upon me but Dorian being one himself he did so regardless.

     ♦ Dorian trained me hard and vicious. I learned various techniques. What worked for me, what didn't. I grew and adapted more and more. All the while my father looked on. Approving? Probably not. Seemed he just had disdain for my growth. Maybe he was jealous that I wasn't what he thought. Was I determined to prove something? [Redacted answer] Music was soothing to the beast inside. The villain's that lived in my head. We got well acquainted in my time there. There's something freeing about it. Anyways, my nickname was Tala it meant 'wolf'. Yeah I was cocky enough to consider myself the alpha of the wolf pack. Torture was a game; an art. I steadily became an enforcer. The ring was my domain. Never did I forget to have fun though. The fast lane was where temptation lied and I was ready to sin. They called me a hurricane. Some called me Frost stating the sharpness of my tongue was akin to a frostbite. Cheesy, but I didn't make it. My 'father' seemed to like to throw challenges at me expecting me not to succeed. I proved him wrong on many accounts. Apparently he was a part of this huge underground mafia type stuff and I was thrusted into it in some form considering no way my 'father' was gonna name me heir and yada yada. No matter Dorian provided the way and besides I've learned to be extremely sneaky throughout the years. I had my own little underground workings on the side for some time. I just had more means now. Sooner or later everyone's time comes anyways, so for now I'll just enjoy the adventure ahead.

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