Sarah Valentine || hybrid [19] || FC: Phoebe Tonkin || Open
Sarah grew up with both her parents; notorious drug dealers both alike. Albeit it is to argue that she had a horrible childhood, Sarah actually lived a privileged lifestyle. As an only daughter she got everything she wanted without having to work for such things. This type of spoilerish behavior from her parents only ever made Sarah into a lazy sloth. She believed that she didn’t need to work hard for the things she wanted, after all, her parents would do the work for her. All of her princess behavior had to be cut down when her mother mysteriously disappeared, leaving no trace behind. She was only thirteen at the time and the loss impacted both her and her father alike. Each dealt with the pain differently; her once amiable father turned into a bitter man while she became more humble and empathetic. At times he would abuse of her and it came so far that one day she decided to stand up for herself. Needless to say, it didn’t end well for either. Her father was left a corpse and she was on the run; from both the law and the awoken beast inside her.
As the years went on by, rather than seeing her werewolf gene as a curse, she started to see it more as a savior. It brought power into her greedy little hands. She was no longer that once fragile little girl, she was something beyond that, one with a choice. It hadn’t been long before she started taking advantage of the situation and she found herself face to face with the devil himself; Niklaus Mikaelson. He offered her a way out of her ‘torture’, but she declined with the simplicity that, she wasn’t tortured.. at least not in that department. Her inner demons came from the grievance of her mother and the creeping thought that threatened her every move, the fact that she murdered her father. Klaus, nonetheless, was persisting as he followed her about. Sarah found him insufferable but his charm roped her in and she found herself spending more and more time with him. There was something about him that gave her a sense of tranquility but his inability to show emotions gave her doubt. Though he hardly did so, she could sense a sadness about him, much like her, they were both laced with solitude and regrets. As she had no other companion, or anyone really, she finally gave in to his offer.
