Post by Doom on Jun 22, 2023 0:19:00 GMT
"To defend those otherwise defenseless against Tyranny."
-Sable International Mission Statement
-Sable International Mission Statement
General Information
Full Name:
Silvija "Silver" Sablinova
Codename or Alias:
Silver Sable, Codename: Mink
Anonymity:
Public Identity
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Age:
32
Place Of Birth:
Royal Palace, Aniana, Symkaria
Occupation/Status:
Princess-in-exile of Symkaria, CEO and Commander-in-Chief of Sable International, Captain of the Wild Pack/traveling wherever work takes her
Alignment:
Good
Factions:
Kingdom of Symkaria, Sable International, Symkarian Resistance
Canon Or Original?:
Canon
Powers/Abilities:
- Peak Human Conditioning: Silver Sable is as strong and agile as is possible for a normal human woman of her height, weight, and build.
- Expert Martial Artist: Silver Sable was trained from a young age in a variety of martial arts, including Judo, Karate, Tae Kwon Do, and Krav Maga, and excelled in each of them. Later, she augmented these skills with modified variants of MMA techniques. More than ten years of practical experience in the field, often on the very front lines of a variety of conflicts, has forged Sable into one of the best pure fighters in the world.
- Weapons Master: Included in Sable's training was instruction in the use and maintenance of a wide variety of weapons systems, including firearms, melee weapons, and vehicles. Sable has a gift for transitioning between combat techniques and systems very fluidly, or even utilizing different techniques simultaneously; she has often been seen wielding a firearm at the same time as a combat knife in close-quarters. All told, this combination of training and talent makes her a truly formidable combatant.
- Leadership: Trained in statecraft and military affairs, Silver Sable knows how to establish and wield authority; she earns that authority by way of her no-nonsense attitude, honesty, and willingness to take the same risks as those she commands. Those who follow her do so willingly.
- Polyglot: Sable is fluent in Symkarian, Hungarian, English, French, German, Italian, Japanese, and Somali.
Weapons/Items:
Dual Pistols:
Combat Knife: For those up-close encounters.
Sable Arsenal: A private stockpile of armaments both conventional and advanced, including firearms, explosives, and vehicles. Sable can get just about anything she needs for any job from here.
Personal VTOL Craft:
This small, one-person armored aircraft is equipped with Vertical Take-Off and Landing engines, and twin cannons mounted on the wings. The craft has a top speed of approximately 700 mph (or just under Mach 1), meaning it is an effective personal transport and strafing craft, but its small size and maneuverability also enable it to operate at low altitude in urban environments.
Sable International Mini-Carrier:
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance:
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Physicality: Slim, but muscular
Eyes: Blue
Features: Sable is quite an attractive woman, with wide cheekbones, a serious brow and high forehead, full lips, and pointed chin
Hair: White (formerly brown), moderate length, often tied back
Clothing and Armor:
"I do not like to fight. I do what I have to in order to help my people."
-Silver Sable
-Silver Sable
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
General Personality:
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Face/Voice:
Emilia Clarke/Nichole Elise
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Character's History
Siblings:
N/A
Mother:
Anastasia Sablinova (deceased)
Father:
Ernst Sablinov
Other Family:
Hermann Sablinov (paternal grandfather, deceased)
Fritz Sablinov (paternal uncle, deceased)
Anna Sablinova (maternal cousin)
History:
From the diary of Hermann Sablinov:
May 10, 1941
So it has come to this. I have just had news that the Germans have crossed our borders, as we feared they would. War is no longer a possibility, but a certainty. More and more I think of the Germans as ravening wolves - ever hungry and eager to gorge on the feast that is Europe. They are not content to let even our tiny Symkaria escape the devouring maw! We are here, and it seems that is enough. The more I think on it, though, it seems a false simile to compare them to wolves; a wolf may gorge itself upon its meal, but it may be satisfied with enough meat - that is not what we face. The Fuhrer has made a monster of the country he governs. Only a monster would be so inclined to take and take, until it can take no more.
I am afraid.
Father has summoned me to the war council, to help lay plans for halting the Germans' advance. But I have never fought in a war before, so I am anxious that I will be of little worth in company with the generals. I confess I feel far too young and inexperienced to be of any use in such weighty matters. But surely I must do something? Perhaps even making an appearance in council, if only for appearance's sake, will be worthwhile? A sign that we intend to act, rather than passively roll over? I suppose I must believe so - or hope so, at least.
It is time. God help us.
March 13, 1942
It has been a hard winter. But worth it. Worth every bone-chilling night under open skies, worth hunkering down in muddy slush to evade enemy patrols. Worth every drop of blood spilled - the Germans' and....our own. It has to be worth it. We will make it so. I have seen far too many men and women sacrifice and die to do anything less. For their sacrifices have meant that Symkaria - the true Symkaria - lives still. I have etched their memories upon my heart, for their valor inspires me even in the darkest of hours, those moments when all hope seems stretched to the breaking point and victory seems but a barely-seen isle on a foggy lake. Even then, we endure. That is the thing about hope, isn't it? Her ephemeral nature makes her seem fragile and easily broken, but in that desperate hour, there she is - with dirt on her face and scrapes on her knuckles. Having taken a fall, and then risen for another round.
Like hope, we will not break so easily.
November 30, 1942
Father has died. His heart ceased beating in the night, they tell me. I am now de facto leader of the resistance.
I do not know what to do.
January 18, 1943
The mad bastards did it. We have struck a blow. The Wild Pack platoon, which I established following father's death, has proved its worth spectacularly, when yesterday it intercepted and commandeered a German arms convoy. I called them mad - what else does one call those who have so little to lose and so much to gain? - does that make me mad as well, having fought with them?
Ha. No matter.
Mad or not, it is quite the treasure trove that we have liberated. Among other, more conventional weapons, are a few apparently experimental devices which, once those technically-inclined among us discern their exact workings, may prove useful against both infantry and armor. Much as I feel a certain wrongness about using weapons made by Nazi hands, we have need of every asset we can get. Surely it is better that we use them than the enemy.
In other news, I seem to have required a nickname. The Wild Pack has begun calling me 'the Sable,' apparently after the small animal that takes down prey much larger than itself. It feels fitting, given the difference in strength between Symkaria and Germany. I never thought I would feel so flattered to be called after a rodent.
March 25, 1945
It is a day long-awaited, which felt until recently a long way off. As of last night, the last Germans have been expelled from Symkaria, and we are once again a free people. I confess, I thought I would feel elated, but instead all I feel is weary. It has been a long four years. And although the Germans are gone, my work is far from over. I am to be king. Not just nominally, but formally. For real. I recall how I felt when the war began, and I feel much the same now. Then, I had no experience in war; now, all I do have is experience in war. I know very little of being a leader in peacetime. And yet....that may prove to be for the best. Yes, the Germans are gone, but the Soviets loom close by, and I can feel their eyes upon Symkaria. Another beast licking its chops. I would not have us bow to them any more than I would to the Nazis. I am to meet next week with Latveria's King Vladimir, hopefully to come to some agreement which might secure both our nations against the Soviets.
I should sleep. Much to do tomorrow. Always.
October 2, 1946
Nuremberg results
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