Full Name: Sabina Tatiana Mikhailov
Nicknames: Bina, Sutton
Preferred Name: Sutton
Birthday: 9 October 1899
Age: physically 19, biologically 123
Zodiac: ☀️ Libra 🌙 Pisces ⬆️ Capricorn
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Gender: Non binary AFAB
Pronouns: She/they
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: retail worker at secret realm
PHYSICAL
Face Claim: Katelyn Nacon
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Blue
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 96 lbs
Dominant Hand: right
Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: birthmark on her collar bone that the witches told her was hours she died in a past live
RELATIONSHIPS:
Ex-Significant Other(s): A handful of insignificant hook ups
Current Significant Other: N/A
BACKSTORY:
1899, Sabina Tatiana Mikhailov was the youngest daughter born to a Russian nobleman, in close association with the royal family. With three older sisters running around with her in the palace as well as the children of the royal family, Sabina was never bored. From playing tricks on the staff to hide and seek in the seemingly endless rooms of the palace. Studying was never her favourite thing in the world, but she did nevertheless, excelling in foreign languages as well as history. With no claim to any position of power and the youngest daughter, she lived an easier life than her oldest sisters who rubbed elbows with diplomats and politicians on their father’s behalf.
In early 1916 tensions were starting to rise in Russia as more and more citizens protested against the rule of the tzar. As the tzar renounced his throne, the entire royal family as well as their conspirators were placed under house arrest. The vast palace that Sabina once saw as her own personal playground became a prison. For nearly a year they remained prisoners in their home as the politicians who gained power fought about what to do with their country and the formal royal family. During most of this time, Sabina was kept in the dark as well as most of her siblings. Their mother insisted it was to protect them all, but she was almost certain it was because the outcome would only be death.
In the middle of the night in the early winters of 1917, Sabina was roused from sleep by a man she recognized as one of her father’s personal guards. Without even time to dress, she was rushed through the halls of the palace as shots of weapons rang out. People rushed about in all directions, screaming and shouting, being gunned down in the chaos. Unfortunately the guard was stuck down, his final words to her were a cry of run! And run she did, getting hit by at least two stray bullets before colliding with one of her sisters who was also told to flee. The girls barely made it out through a hidden servant's entrance, both injured and dangerously underdressed for the lethal conditions of Russia in the winter. Before the sisters could formulate a plan, a man whom they did not know was upon them, promising to save them. The next thing that Sabina could recall was clawing her way out of the dirt with a powerful hunger like she had never experienced before.
With the man nowhere in sight, Sabina and her sister set off at an alarmingly fast run through the woods surrounding the palace, in search of food as well as safety. For days, her mind was foggy as she left what she assumed was her body’s natural survival instincts take control. Blood was drunk from animals they caught with ease, their bodies almost unaffected by the cold, only the sun that peeked through the canopy of the trees causing blisters and burns. So the girls traveled at night, hiding in caves of the thickest shade they could find during the day.
For over a month, they wandered the vast forest until they stumbled into a village hidden deep in what seemed to be an unexplored area. The residents of this village captured and chained up the sisters in dark stone huts, bringing them animals to feast upon until the hunger was eventually satisfied. After months of this, Sabina’s head began to clear somewhat of the fogginess enough to have discussions with the men that brought the animals. The conversations were short, mainly promises from the men that the elders would answer all the questions asked when the time was right.
It was the summer of 1920 when Sabina was finally greeted by an elder and told of what was happening. At first, she did not believe a single word the old woman said. She claimed to be a witch and that Sabina and her sister were vampires. These were nothing but silly bedtime stories told to scare young children into behaving. Nothing more real than the Baba Yaga or the Gamayun. Though the more the woman talked, the harder it became for Sabina to deny anything that was happening. For over two years she lived in darkness, surviving only on the blood of animals wearing nothing but the tattered rags that once were her silken nightgown to keep her warm in the harsh winters. Another year passed, this time with the girls freed from their chains but still living in the darkened huts as the coven of witches tended to them and taught them what they could about the creatures they now were. When the elders deemed them safe enough to be set free on their own. Each girl was gifted an enchanted talisman to protect them from the sun.
As the years dwindled by, Sabina traveled the world, never staying in one place for too long. It was always far too hard to explain why she never aged. One could only look so young for so long before people began to grow suspicious. The constant travel always proved to be tiresome. Friends were rarely ever made, let alone any lasting love connections. Although that always seemed to be for the best. She couldn’t imagine watching someone she loved age into death while she remained nineteen forever.
The exact year they came to America was unknown. Canada was their home for a long while, in the French speaking provinces. Sabina had studied French when she was younger and remained fluent in it over the decades. They chose to change their name around the new millennium. Far too often they were reminded of their past life, of the lost princesses of the last Russian royal family, of the life that she so desperately wanted to forget. She took the name Sutton, after Sarah Sutton, a British actress who played one of her favourite Doctor Who companions.
It was only a few months ago that Sutton arrived in Wolford, the news of the supernatural friendly town taking a while to reach her. Once she heard word of it, she didn’t hesitate to pack up her important things and make her way there, not thinking much on how she would survive upon arrival. The prospect of not having to hide what she was or potentially the truth of who she was anymore was too tempting to think too hard to resist.
