#&nish

[sabine-malik]

Sabine Minot-LaRue Malik

AN INTRODUCTION

( sofia boutella. cisfemale. she/hers. fear of the water & syml. ) supposedly SABINE MALIK is actually a GHOST, but i doubt it. they look like they’re 36, though they act like they’ve been on earth for FORTY years. i recently saw them in THE BRONX — i think they HAUNT THE LOCALS there. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to STATEN ISLAND by FOOT. ( ezra. 30. they/theirs. est. )

@duskintros​

tw: stalking, death​

NAME: Sabine Minot-LaRue Malik

AGE: 40 (Died at 36)

SPECIES: Ghost

AFFILIATION: Unspecified Hunter Clan

OCCUPATION: Ghost

LOCATION: New Brighton, Staten Island, New York

FACE CLAIM: Sofia Boutella

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: Nishith Malik (Husband), Krisha Malik (Daughter)

PERSONALITY WISE: Vibrant, persuasive, and alluring. Sabine’s attitude somewhat mimic's cockiness, though she is far more fearless than she is confident. 

BACKGROUND:

To Sabine, family was the single most important thing. It was as true in her thirties as it had been when she was five. Admittedly, things had become much more complicated over the years. Once she had sworn her loyalty, her fealty, to her namesake, the LaRue’s. To her father, who had been the iron fist of their clan, and her mother, who was smarter, and more refined than Sabine could ever hope to be. Their hands had come together to guide Sab down the path of a successful slayer-- one who would exercise her strength and great will to cleanse the realm of mutant sickness...

AS OF 2022 SABINE HAS BEEN A GHOST FOR FOUR YEARS.

At the age of twenty-two, Sabine enrolled in a medical program at NYU. The intention had never been to complete her degree, but rather, to make the acquaintance of a young man, Nishith Malik. 

Nish belonged to a wolf pack that the LaRue’s had been hunting for decades, though in turn, the Malik’s had almost always known that they were being hunted. 

The long-con had always been the most important part of the plan, and Sabine knew, she swore she was ready for this kind of commitment. She was ready to prove to her family that she was worthy of carrying on the LaRue legacy.

Sab learned his schedules, his mannerisms, and his habits. Somehow, she’d always been where he’d intended to be, and after a few years and many ‘what are the odds?’ incidents, the conversation came easily. Nish, much to her surprise, was easy to fall in love with.

FAST FORWARD TO 2018- when, after years of procrastination and excuses, the LaRue family finally decided they had waited long enough. They wanted the Malik pack, and Sabine was out of time Her death came shortly after, killed by Nish in the ambush her family had orchestrated.

CONNECTIONS:

Open for any and all connections-- there is a 100% chance that we can make just about anything work.

When she was alive, Sab was (almost intimately) familiar with a network of other hunters that ran through New York City. There’s a good chance that she knew people from founding families from when she was alive.

Since becoming a Ghost, she’s purposefully tried to avoid instances where she might run into other Ghosts. She’s heard horror stories about what can happen to weak spirits, and frankly she is terrified.

Sabine spends, like, 99% of her time in The Bronx, where her [ex]husband lives. She’s assertive, and unafraid, which means she’s never had any qualms about the humor she finds in tormenting the more easily accessible Werewolves in the city. 

[sabine-malik]

with @xnishmalik​ ( closed. )

Sabine lingered in the silence as she watched a new wave of chaos unfold before her eyes. She could feel the magic, the energy, pulsating around her body. It was almost tangible itself, nearly thick enough for Sab to reach out and touch it. In her old life, she'd been a hunter; not a witch, but a woman who understood a great many things for which there were no manuals. Things that happened like they had that night at O'Riley's... That was magic, of this Sabine (and surely the rest of its patrons) were sure. She'd escaped relatively unscathed, despite the reminders carried upon every scream, and shout. Reminders of how her own life had ended. How she had managed to turn two people into monsters... Now, tepid eyes watched as that same man writhed before her over the cold, dirty asphalt. A man she'd once shared her life with. Loved. She'd followed him as he stumbled through the streets, calling out for him now and again; "Nish... Nishith..." but she couldn't be sure if he'd chosen to ignore her of if she'd failed to ignite the chords of her dulcet vocals. It was hard. So much harder than it had ever been. Perhaps because she was a shaken, triggered mess. Sabine's fingers trembled, even though she could not feel the cold. Still, she trudged through the waning hours of the dusk. Following him, because she didn't dare to leave him alone. And even as he'd overcome that human with a razored maw, and sheer strength, through her silent sobs she waited. She stayed. Though she couldn't give purchase as to why. He'd killed her. Just as he had that human just now. But it hadn't been his fault. Not really. Sabine knew that in her heart, but did Nishith? Did he harbor the same resentment for her, leaving him to endure this curse alone? There were no tears to flow over her cheeks, but for a moment, she swore she could feel a dampness trail down her face. Watching him drift in and out of consciousness pulled her closer, until the specter was knelt down beside the wolf, who huffed and grunted in her direction through gritted teeth. "It's not your fault." Sabine whispered, reaching out to drag the backs of her fingers across the planes of Nish's face. She'd felt compelled to remind him, even if he could not hear her. Even if he didn't care to. "You have to get up Nish..." she'd nearly pleaded, fingers still trembling as she fought to give credence to her words. "Someone will find you if you stay. Please."

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