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Sabina Bakkeli

" Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive. "

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a character in “Legends of Haven”, originally authored by lightningpoint, as played by RolePlayGateway

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N A M E :xxSabina Bakkeli


A L I A S :xx Varm
( hot in Norwegian )


A L L I A N C E :xxThe Mercs


P O W E R :xxFire Manipulation


A G E :xxTwenty-one

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G E N D E R :xxCisgender female


S E X U A L I T Y :xxPansexual - panromantic

Sabina identifies herself as pansexual ( and panromantic ), which is, in truth, a much broader form of sexual orientation, in which the pansexual individual experiences sexual attraction towards members of all genders including transgender, transsexual, cross-dressing, androgyne, androgen, two-spirited, gender-fluid, and all other variety of gender identifications, as well as those who do not feel that they have a gender.


R O M A N T I CxxI N T E R E S T:xxIt's complicated Fryderyk Andrzejewski


N A T I O N A L I T Y :xxMainly Albanian, but also Bulgarian and Turkish



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Fire Manipulation is, basically, the power to manipulate fire. It can also be called Agnikinesis, Pyrokinesis or Fire Bending. Sabina can shape and manipulate fire at her will - it is the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, which releases heat, light, and various reaction products, flame being the visible portion of the fire. Depending on the substances alight, and any impurities outside, the color of the flame and the fire's intensity will be different.

For Sabina, control is extremely important. Fire can become a very hazardous and unpredictable material to work with so she has to be very careful when using it. Unconscious use of this power can be catastrophic, as proven many times by yours truly.

Distance, mass, precision, etcetera, depend on the knowledge, skill, and strength of Sabina, and her power's natural limits. She is unable to create fire, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources. That's why she carries a lighter around with her at all times. Oxygen is needed as comburent. Sufficient lack of heat may complicate things. Some kind of fuel to burn is needed. And she can be overpowered by water, ice and/or cold.


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O V E R V I E W :xx

Born and raised in Norway, Sabina grew up to be quite different than most girls her age. She didn't fit into the crowds of mainly blonde-haired and fair-skinned teenagers - always standing out because of her dark chocolate locks and deep-set brown eyes framed by thick lashes and bushy eyebrows. She's a sensual woman and knows how to work her hips to get exactly what she wants. Sculpted with sharp features; a strong jaw, a straight nose, thick lips, prominent cheekbones, and collarbones. If it wasn't for her short height, she'd fit right in with all of the runway supermodels.


S T Y L E :xx

For a villainous woman with fire-based superpowers, Sabina sure does know how to dress well. You'll never catch her wearing sweatpants and a hoodie outside the training room, and she believes in keeping her complexion flawless even though it'll surely be ruined by someone in a fight. She lives for tight-fitting and aerodynamic combinations, and black jeans have turned out to be her best friends ( they don't look too bad when she accidentally burns them ). That, and leather jackets too.


H E I G H T :xx5' 3"


W E I G H T :xx119 lbs


T A T T O O Sxx / xxP I E R C I N G S :xx

She has two daggers tattooed behind her lower legs and various piercings on her ears.


B I R T H M A R K Sxx / xxS C A R S :xx

Her whole body is covered in burn scars - mainly her stomach, her arms, and her hands. These are not battle scars, these are scars she accidentally gave herself when learning how to control her powers, as she isn't immune to fire.


S C E N T :xx

Sadly, Sabina ends up smelling like burnt wood most of the time because of her usual mishaps with fire, but once cleaned or fresh out of the shower, her natural scent is more fruity and sweet. Like roses and vanilla.


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♦xxselfishxx♦xxunstablexx♦xxbluntxx♦xxconfidentxx♦xxsacrasticxx♦
♦xxcalculatingxx♦xxagressivexx♦xxspitefulxx♦


L I K E S :xx

Well, for someone who lives in an abandoned building, Sabina sure has an expensive taste in everything. She grew up in luxury, so she likes luxury. She enjoys having money and spoiling herself, she also enjoys shopping and basically just spending money like an idiot. But she also loves getting dirty. She always looks forward to working out and to practicing her powers - the latter a little too much. She drinks black coffee like a maniac and shamelessly collects stolen jewelry in her room ( sticky fingers much? ). No, she's not a romantic person at all but she won't deny the fact that she basically lives for sex. She loves animals but is too unreliable to care for a pet, and, she'll never admit it, but she has a thing for Mexican soap operas.

D I S L I K E S :xx

People. As simple as that - she's not good at socializing and her bluntness tends to drive people away. She hates liars, goody-two-shoes, and anyone who still wears Crocs. She doesn't drink or smoke, and she'd rather chop off her head than eat something with Ketchup on it. Sabina isn't hard to read; when she doesn't like something, oh boy, she'll let you know.


S T R E N G H T S :xx

βœ”xxCombat :xxshe trains every day to perfect her fighting techniques.
βœ”xxManipulating :xxshe considers her looks an advantage and usually uses them to get what she wants. Just don't let her open her mouth or she'll ruin everything.
βœ”xxHiding :xxa weird skill, but Sabina is quite good at hiding stuff and herself. She's a sly little bitch.


W E A K N E S S E S :xx

✘xxFire :xxyes, she might be able to control fire at her will but if it ever gets out of hand she can easily do more damage than she would've wanted.
✘xxSchool :xxshe stopped going to school when she was eleven so her knowledge on basic stuff like maths or science is limited and very she's ashamed of it.
✘xxFry :xxthe only person she truly cares for, and if something was to happen to him... well... enough said.


F E A R S :xx

☠xxAcrophobia :xxthe fear of heights.
☠xxThanatophobia :xxthe fear of death or dying.
☠xxPoinephobia :xxthe fear of punishment.
☠xxAtychiphobia :xxthe fear of failure.








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Unlike every villain, or anti-hero, Sabina did not have a tough time growing up, nor did she have a traumatizing childhood event which marked her forever and made her swear revenge on Heaven's heroes. The traumatizing event came much, much later.

Sabina was born on an unknown summer day in Albania to a single under-age mother who gave birth to her daughter in secret. Sabina's biological father had abandoned her mother when he found out she was pregnant, and her, too scared to tell her parents about it, decided to give birth to the child on her own. Sabina doesn't know the details of how she came to be, or how she got to the foster home she grew up in but she could've cared less. All Sab needed to know was that she got there safe when she was just a couple of weeks old and was brought up by the five lovely ladies who owned the foster home she magically appeared in.

Not long after her abandonment, maybe a year or two later, Sabina was adopted by a couple of filthy rich Norwegians. Filthy rich, but not bad people - at all. She was given a name, a new home, and a new life. Of course, she doesn't remember much about her time in Albania but she's grateful for the time she got to spend there.

As a child, Sabina was quite different from the rest. She considered herself an outcast and not many people wanted to be her friends because of her tendency to be brutally honest. But slowly as she grew up she found a couple of friends and settled with them for what were great years of friendship to come.

What she didn't count on was meeting Chris. The boy who turned her world upside down when she was just sixteen. He was a couple of years older than her, but that didn't stop him from luring Sabina into his trap. He seduced her, manipulated her and destroyed her. Whatever self-confidence she had he broke to pieces and proudly showed her broken frame to all of his friends. She was in love. In love with a guy who hit her, who forced himself on her, who constantly mistreated her and looked down on her like a piece of gum on his shoe. He was sick but so was she.

Until one day she snapped. He hit her with the back of his palm after she said something stupid about the weather he didn't agree on and she just snapped. He had been trying to light a cigarette with a lighter in the process of hitting her and something about the flame called her in and beckoned her to use it. Weirdly enough she felt as if fire coursed through her veins and, for the first time, she attacked.

The fire got out of control and she ended up burning her house along with her ex-boyfriend inside. Too ashamed of what she had done, she ran away to a friend's house but he saw her for the monster she was after she explained what happened and refused to let her in. After trying the same thing with a couple of her friends she realized she had no one. Everyone thought she was a freak.

And so she snapped again. Burning everything in her way - cars, picket fences, mailboxes, houses, people. It was a disaster but she escaped. She escaped with the help of a scientist who claimed he could help her. Who said he had a cure. If only Sabina had known she was talking to Malcolm Turner himself.

He helped her escape the country and brought her into The Mercs team. She wanted revenge; revenge on the people who had looked at her like a freak, on the heroes everyone worshiped unlike herself who they considered a monster.

Ever since then, Sabina's powers have grown, and her mind has cracked even more. Only a miracle could save her.




( yes I know it's kind of shit but I just wanted to get out as much information as I could about her background, I'll clean it up later )

So begins...

Sabina Bakkeli's Story

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Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: Scott Cho Character Portrait: Sabina Bakkeli Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Cora Saunders Character Portrait: Evonna L. Funke Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse Character Portrait: Nathan Howell Character Portrait: Tate Howell Character Portrait: Simone Youngblood Character Portrait: Parker Grey
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Outfit ❃ #62060F ❃ T I M E: 5-8am ❃ Heavy by Linkin Park ft Kiiara

As the morning light filled the comfortable sized room, it lit the small figure doing yoga in the middle of it. The dainty hands firmly planted on the peacock green and sunflower yellow patterned rug in the middle of the room. Rich dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, a small grown left a full mouth before the girl released her pose and flopped on to the rug and rolled on to her back while releasing a deep breath. Pulling herself into a sitting position Hazel scowled, she had obviously over worked herself the night before in the training room but two years worth of training had yet to get rid of the few extra pounds she carried and if she admitted it to herself, it still hadnt made her good enough to not need Kli's guidance in a fight.

Standing at her full, but still small, height she walked on silent feet to her bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Only once she had washed off the sweat from her morning warm up and soothed her sore muscles did she get dressed in a simple red lace dress and a tan and light blue blazer. Matching it with simple accessories and pinning her hair into an easy updo, she considered herself ready, delicately boned fingers rubbed the intricate scar on her chest. It was silver and almost invisible until she called on the power the artifact gave her, then it turned blood red. As her fingers grazed over it, the scar warmed slightly and Hazel got a sense that Kli was saying good morning. Communicating with the gem in her chest was difficult to explain, it didnt have a voice per-say, it was more of just knowing. She just knew what it was trying to tell her like at this moment.

Once Hazel had coated herself with a light layer of one of her favorite perfumes she padded on her light blue heels into the dark teal and russet orange living room, the dark brown hard wood uncovered and in such every time her heels made contact a small click could be heard. A cup of coffee to go, she walked quickly to the elevator not far from her apartment and rode it all the way to the ground floor, she couldnt be late today. It was, after all, the day the Gems from the Temple of Death were opened to the public to see. Hazel smiled at the thought of the well made copies of the gems she had made going on display, they were being called one of the greatest discovers of the century and no one even knew that they werent the real deal.

Checking her phone right before she clocked in, she saw she had a text from Rodger. It was a group text to all of the League;

From:Rodger K.
To:Team

Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Turning off her phone without replying, Hazel sighed today just got a whole lot longer. She would literally get off work, go home, get ready for the party, go to the meeting, then go to the party..Alone. Kiss the asses of all the big wigs that had donated money to the museum and talk about finding the Gems and the underground, hidden temple that they had once resided in which was never a good experience for her.



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In the world of a dark haired boy sitting atop of a rundown building in the slums of Haven, the morning was silent. He's normally cold eyes were tired and his knuckles were bruised, as if he had spent hours hitting a rock hard surface. A vibration in his pocket made him pull out his phone and the name on the screen read Marybelle, which brought a glimmer of light to his eyes and a small smile to his lips. Focusing on his ears, Triton was able to hear and answered the phone call. "Hey Mary, how are you and the kids doing?" he answered, listening intently for the normal ruckus that went on in the background. "Don't 'hey Mary' me Tri, you promised that you would call every other day when you were in Haven. You know I worry about you being there...Sense May." an upset female voice responded and the small smile turned into a full on grin. "Hey know, im no longer a little kid Mary you dont have to go all big sister on me. Now, please tell me how my niece and nephew are. How are you and the twins you carry?" he laughed, it was a rusty sound and obviously not used often but he had managed to distract his sister from chewing him out.

It wasnt a long phone call because the kids woke up and Mary had to go, Triton put away his phone and watched the sun come up before climbing down the side of the building to enter it through his window. Malcolm had dumped the ragtag group in this poor excuse of a building with eight black cards and orders to make it livable and fortified, they had to do all the work themselves and Triton had done the most sense he had worked as a construction worker sense he turned eighteen. His room was one large living space, his bed hidden behind a wall of bricks. It was industrial, rough, but clean and his.

After a quick shower Triton got dressed and put in his ear piece, he had a name on his list to stalk. As he was getting ready to leave his apartment a thought ran across his mind about Cora, deciding to go see if she wished to come with he walked quietly. His booted feet barely making a sound on the concrete floors, When he got to Cora's door he paced back and fourth a few times but he didnt want to disturb the team member across the hall from her so he finally tuned his power to Cora's room to see if she was awake not that it would stop him from knocking and waking her if she wasnt, he would ask no matter what.

Finally deciding just to go for it, Triton knocked or more like banged, on her door. A voice clicked through the ear piece right afterward "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me." a slightly sinister smile curved his lips upon hearing Evonna's voice and he waved to the camera at the end of the hall before turning back to Cora's door.



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Almost black hair was pulled into a messy braid and glasses were posed dangerously close to the edge of the slightly down turned nose, the red crop top was rather high necked, showing only her collar bones but maybe to much over her toned stomach. Having woken several hours earlier so to nightmares Evonna was now working away at a 'powered' database in the hopes of finding more potential members of the Mercs, bare feet were pulled into the over stuffed office chair and hidden by the black and floral maxi skirt she wore. Furrowing her brow in slight distress her fingers flew across the key board in such rapid movements before the page she was on closed, whoever the site had notified about her attempt at hacking it, was good. Not as good at her of course because she had noticed their feeble attempt at hacking into her system to find her location but good enough that she had to sever her ties to the database to keep them from locating her.

Spining the chair she was able to see the full of the War Room, in the very center was her private little domain. It was were she did her thing and were her team mates could come to learn the information she had dug up on targets, plated with specially designed glass as to not be damaged by their powers. The rest of the room was their training area, again specially plated with a substance almost impervious to their powers. Deciding to spend some time messing around in the building security, she clicked through the cameras and saw that Triton was awake and wearing his ear piece. Evonna then heard him knock on Cora's door, scowling at the screen she touched her own ear piece so she could speak to him "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me."

His only response was a scary smile and wave, growling she clicked out of the security system. No need to be in a bad mood this early, needing coffee or tea she decided to go back to her room. Maybe after a cup or two she would try that system again, stretching she started to walk away when her computer dinged. It was a message from Malcolm.

From:Malcolm
To:Team

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Rolling her shoulders Evonna didnt bother to reply, she knew the system Malcolm used wouldnt allow her to, after all she created it. After her cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast she would inform the others.

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Xfry didn't want to get out of bed. he never did ever since the kind old rodger kalmack Xlet him stay in this place. much better than sleeping on park benches, and using only Xnewspapers for blankets. it felt like home. except he actually had a father figure. and Xfamily for that matter. he sighed, lifting his head up off of his pillow with a buzz of Xhis phone, another perk of being apart of the league. he ran a hand through his rather Xmessy dark hair, before pulling his signature beanie, that rest on the bedside table, Xsnug on to his head. β€˜ ---fuck. ’ oh, how he wished that mr. kalmack had given him at Xleast a little bit more notice before he decided to spring a last minute meeting on Xthem. you see, fry already had plans. he was going to sneak out with sabina for the Xthird time this week. she was one of the only reasons he was getting out of his damn Xbed anymore. he lazily pulled his phone off the table and wrote a text to the girl.

X[ TO: sabina bakkeli /sparklingheartemoji/ ]
X[ MSSG: sorry, i can't make it today. i have a meeting. i'll come by later, okay? i Xpromise. /twoheartsemoji/ ]

Xwhen he finally managed to pull himself out of bed, throwing on a few random Xarticles of clothing that rested in his unorganized closet, not really caring if they Xmatched or not. of course, he had to have some kind of breakfast. he quickly Xrummaged through the fridge for something to eat as he walked down to the meeting. Xdamn, he was already running late. ice cream, milk, orange juice, a half eaten burger Xfrom the night before and some other things that were definitely not suitable for a Xbreakfast. i guess the burger had to do. he walked as fast as possible out of his Xapartment, trying to get to the meeting room all the way on the top floor. as he Xstepped into the room, he immediately went to apologize for how late he was, Xsomething that was getting to be a daily routine for the boy. except, he wasn't late.

Xβ€˜ huh, well, that's a first. ’ he was early. TOO EARLY. far too early. the meeting was exactly eleven hours, and fifty one minutes further Xin the day. and he just cancelled his date with sabina for nothing. just his luck. he sighed, taking a bite of the nearly fully devoured Xburger. ' GOD, I SUCK. '

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Sabina was woken up by her cell phone vibrating - twice. Without opening her eyes and still buried underneath the covers, she took out her arm from under the safety of the blankets and tried looking for her phone blindly. She was sure she'd left it on top of her nightstand but she was a mess, so it might as well have been buried underneath the covers with her. She tended to fall asleep with her phone in her hands.

After a couple of seconds of searching, her hands came in contact with the cool screen of her phone. She quickly slid her arm back inside her duvet and checked her phone sleepily.

One of the text messages was from Fry, the other from Malcolm. Deciding duty could wait, she opened Fry's message first only to be dissapointed. He was canceling, again. It's not like she hadn't canceled before, but she just hated not being able to see him. Yuck, she was turning into a clingy girlfriend woman.

TO: french fry
it's okay, i think i'm busy too
see you tonight ( ? )

She opened the next message and stared at the screen blankly. Temporary power booster sounded scary promising, nothing could go wrong. Note the sarcasm. She shook her head and sighed deeply, throwing her bedsheets off her body and standing up to get the day started. She was positive the next few days were going to be chaotic and exhausting.