Post by sarabi on Sept 2, 2012 15:24:38 GMT -5
Sarabi
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Name: Sarabi
Nickname: none
Gender: female
Age: forty-six (it’s a little hard to approximate lion years to human years, but this is as best she could figure)
Sexuality: heterosexual
Fairytale: Lion King
Year: counselor
Face Claim: Angela Bassett
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Personality:
Sarabi was born and trained to be a queen, and she has a very regal bearing that comes naturally to her. She is clever in a quiet way, and is very good at mediating and problem solving. She and her husband ruled predominantly in a time of peace, so she is very good at playing gracious host or ambassador and can be incredibly charming. And the thing is, she genuinely likes to be this way. Her gracious ruler demeanor, while trained into her from a child, always came second nature to Sarabi because she liked being liked. She is happiest when she has something to do, or something to take care of, and enjoys keeping herself busy. She is a dutiful wife and will, in the future, become a very loving mother. Sarabi is loyal to her husband and her Pride and is very maternal. In her time at Tintagel, she has made it a point to reach out to young, confused princesses and try to teach them useful princess skills and give them advice.
She does, however, err on the side of overbearing at times, and can be guilty of overmothering her young students. She also is a queen, and therefore demands the respect one generally gives to a queen. Failure to do so can result in a very coldly angry Sarabi. Don’t forget that she was a lion—it generally isn’t a good idea to make her too angry.
Appearance:
As a lion, Sarabi didn’t actually have to worry about fashion in the past. Honestly, the closest lions come to being fashionable is being clean, and while Sarabi kept an immaculate coat as a sense of pride, that was about the extent of her fashion routine. Now that she is human, however, she has discovered the world of clothes and as far as she is concerned, they are the most enjoyable part of being human. Aside from the opposable thumbs. Now, she is very fashion-conscious, striking the balance between pretty and functional. She generally looks fairly classy in dresses and her hair carefully curled. She likes to joke to her husband that she got all his hair in the transformation.
As a human, she received a slender, yet powerful form, with well-built arms and legs, reflecting the strong animal she was before. She has a wide, friendly smile and dark, brown eyes. She has yet to really get the hang of makeup, but she has enough natural presence to make up for that.
History:
Sarabi’s path had always been clear from the moment of her birth. She was betrothed to Mufasa, the future king of the Pridelands as a political alliance and she spent her childhood preparing for the responsibilities of being a queen. As a young cub, she’d only met Mufasa once or twice, and he seemed nice enough. At least he wasn’t rude or terribly ugly. She never really protested because she wanted to be a queen—she wasn’t picky about who she was going to rule with as long as he wasn’t cruel.
When she was a young adult, she was married to Mufasa and began her duties as queen of the Pridelands. She anticipated the hard work and the responsibility of maintaining the legacy of peace and prosperity. She anticipated having to endear herself to her new subjects and she anticipated having to work together with her new husband.
What she didn’t anticipate was falling in love.
The most Sarabi ever assumed would happen is that they would be amiable friends and co-leaders. But she found herself growing fonder and fonder of her new husband, and he of her. Slowly, they transitioned from being friends to falling in love, and so they reigned in war and peacetime together.
One day, the strangest thing happened. As Sarabi was leading her lionesses to hunt, she found herself pulled into a strange new world. In a strange new form. It was jarring, to say the least, and she didn’t know how she’d gotten here, or how she would get back home. She was also very, very alone. Fortunately, she only got as far as the front gates of Trenale before her husband suddenly found himself joining her as well. Concerned when his wife didn’t come home from the hunt, he went to look for her and found himself pulled through the same strange tunnel into this new realm. Although they were both human, they recognized each other immediately. It was just the sort of thing that happens when you’ve been married for so long.
Unwilling to let this new opportunity go to waste, they immediately set about finding jobs for themselves in this new realm. Sarabi found herself amidst young princesses who were going through the same fears and uncertainties and doubts she had as a young cub, and she was moved to help them. She took up the job of a school counselor, and spent time encouraging Tintagel’s youth. It was like having children of her own, and she treats them as such. She and her husband are well aware of the war brewing on their horizon and they need only now decide what path they wish to take.
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“Is it scary? Being betrothed?”
Sarabi looked kindly at the little princess sitting across from her, twisting her fingers nervously in her lap. “It is,” she confessed, “or rather, it can be. It helps to think of running a kingdom like a business, sometimes. Your future husband is like a business partner. The more you two communicate and cooperate, the better your business will run and the happier the customers—your subjects will be.”
The girl considered that for a moment. “But what about love?” She asked plaintively, looking teary-eyed. “What happens if you don’t love them?”
“You usually don’t start out loving them,” Sarabi replied sympathetically, “which can be scary, when everyone is telling you to do your duty and everyone else is telling you that love is the most important thing of all, isn’t it?” The girl nodded, sniffling quietly.
Sarabi thought about her own husband, and how she had never expected to fall in love with him. She had been so lucky. “Speaking personally,” Sarabi said with a smile, “I wouldn’t count love out of the picture just yet. And there are so many different types of love. The world is full of love, if you know how to look at it.”
