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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙵 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳—?

… FULL NAME … sabine stone.

… NICKNAMES … sab, sabs, the swan.

… BIRTH NAME … redacted.

… AGE … twenty-five.

… GENDER … demi woman.

… PRONOUNS … she & her.

… SEXUALITY … bisexual. kinsey scale 3.

… CIVILIAN OCCUPATION … prima ballerina of the new york city ballet.

… CRIMINAL ASSOCIATION … political spy for red eye ( unknown; sleeper soldier ).

… NOTABLE ATTRIBUTES … skin as close to flawless as is possible. tall & thin with a fluid & balletic way of moving. immaculate posture. seemingly perfect, precise control of her body.

... BODY MODIFICATIONS ... breast implants.

… CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS … mal cobb ( inception ). odette ( swan lake ). odile ( swan lake ). nina sayers ( black swan ). lily ( black swan ). rachel dawes ( batman begins ). talia al ghul ( the dark knight rises ). vesper lynd ( casino royale ). ophelia ( hamlet ). dominika egorova ( red sparrow ). harley quinn ( dc ).

( + ) elegant, pristine, ingenious, adroit, graceful, dedicated, generous, romantic, curious, captivating, tender, malleable, intuitive, empathetic, perceptive, charitable.

( - ) inconstant, paranoid, repressed, emotional, indulgent, anxious, delusive, fragile, impulsive, mercurial, high strung, manipulative, fatalistic, possessive.

trigger warnings: suicide, brain washing, mental illness / misdiagnosis, drug abuse / self medication.

𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂.

she’s born somewhere insignificant along the terrestrial korean-russian border, with a name nobody is around to repeat and a fate no god bothered to sew up properly. the child spills out, over, as shapeless as mercury from a broken tube. hands with leather gloves collect her.

it’s an experimental trial, but the child is promising. obedient, agile, pretty, and in possession of something lethal: the desire to please. uprooted from nunavut to new york under the heavy palm of a handler, identities forged as father and daughter, they are welcomed into the halls of damon stone. in exchange for access to at the time cutting edge technology possessed by stone inc, it is understood that the pair’s presence is of benefit to the patriarch, and that the girl will be, in time, a shared asset. though her loyalty is imprinted to the organization that delivered her, her talents can be utilized as damon sees fit.

the remainder of her upbringing is isolation and precision. she has no peers or friends, sees no one that her parental handler does not deem part of the objective. it’s blood on the floor and a cold cement room and the feel of rain pelting skin, always and always. ballet is used as a rigorous method of discipline, a devotional occupation through which hours of the day are spent. reality blurs, cracks into a fine spiderweb of rifts and clefts. the drugs pry open her mind and leave it malleable and hazy, allowing for the only devotion that can supersede loyalty: love. this is love.

by the time her makeshift father has killed himself, what sabine sees on the floor ⸺ believes, for perception is the only reality ⸺ is the blood of her own lineage on the floor. it is claire stone who holds her as she sobs. the mission, then, is complete: the women have been drawn together as if preternaturally. with affection garnered over years of interaction and the bonding of trauma, claire adopts young sabine as her own. the surname of a new age god is affixed to the end of her own, her placement among the elite secured, and the implantation is complete. a weapon unaware of her own edge is born.

she makes her stage debut at seventeen, slim and taut as a vein pushing up from below the skin. claire and damon stone sit in the audience, watching with pride, in the process validating the weight of her transplanted surname. the news of a stone daughter is monumental. the performance perhaps even more so. the audience rises like thunder to greet her.

the stone family cites security and privacy as a reason not to discuss further adoption details, but the gossip is immense and insidious. a virtuoso of a dancer continually outperforming her elders and ascending the ranks of the nyc ballet in record time, with no traceable past in the city, a thread of rumour stitches through the city: she’s a replicant, an android, an ai child created for the stones to love (or, in the least, show off) ⸺ and a display of their inevitable superiority to humans. her place will be in the history books, they sneer, one way or the other.

known throughout the papers as the city’s swan, that she might not be the white one is what escapes the audience ⸺ and sabine herself. the memories of her falsified childhood are fractured, an imperfect product; there are gaps, messy overlays, unexplainable pieces, synthetic emotions that at times feel rubbery between the fingertips of her mind. while she has no memory of being a child of red eye, she questions herself. her authenticity. the doctors call this a personality disorder. the society columns jest at is as mechanic in nature. real or unreal, dreaming or awake, white swan or black.

beautiful and of immeasurable talent, she exists as a young god of the city, neo-royalty walking the streets of new york in an elegant chignon and black cashmere. the youngest stone descendant, she's known as a people's princess, her hours off the stage allotted towards the pursuit of philanthropy. yet there is something stirring in her, dark feathery turnings growing increasingly erratic, and the prescribed pills never help. the ballerina is slowly earning predilection for a good time, though the stone name and money has largely kept the unsavoury tidbits from hitting the papers. the stone money keeps the debt from coming back to haunt her. the stone mother keeps her locked, however tenuously, to reality. but there is nothing in name, money, or love, that can keep her safe from what is coming next.

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂.

while tons of people consider it outlandish, there’s still a running question/conspiracy theory among the public as to whether or not sabine is organic or android. some even go so far to as to assume she’s a long-haul public relations move for the stone inc

the argument against this that her fans / supporters often bring up is that no matter how well executed, an android would never be able to express the raw and intense emotion she manages to convey (such a pretentious point and entirely untrue but. anyway). she's considered a once in a lifetime talent, and within the company it's considered certain she'll be decorated with the title prima ballerina assoluta later in her career.

probably slowly running up a tab with the jade tribe for narcotics and will run back to mummy to pay it off <3

any deal between red eye and stone inc as facilitated by damon stone has gone dead in the water with the passing of the patriarch. sabine’s true identity, however, and the trigger to recall training, is known by the agency. the tracking implant remains in her arm.

despite offers from numerous major ballet companies, sabine never considered any but nycb. the engrained red eye mission keeps her tethered to new york, leaving only for the occasional vacation.

finds comfort in fashion ⸺ it’s not so much vanity/materialism as a way to solidify a semblance of self. when joan juliet buck said “style itself is an intuition through which one accepts or discards what the outside world has to offer. the firmer on stands on one’s own values & memories, the less one looks like other people, the more one looks like oneself.”

has a love of texture specifically ⸺ silk, velvet, etc ⸺ and skin sensitive to the feel of it.

lowkey frequenter / devotee of el anhelo. she craves the brief, intense connections. also becoming more of a frequenter of gravity and anywhere dark, pulsing, and full of sensation.

has been diagnosed with exploding head syndrome, which is less interesting than it sounds. despite the opinion of numerous doctors, sabine has never fully shaken the idea that it’s a memory.

is adept at manipulation though she’s never understood why. also very perceptive. that’s the red eye training peeking through :) baby is unwittingly hardwired to get close to people and has a genetically enhanced memory. despite not yet being “switched on” by red eye, she could, for instance, already repeat numerous stone age or elite individual secrets she’s learned over the years

in classic sleeper soldier fashion, all her training is simply lying dormant and waiting for the trigger. while currently she's something of an 'enhanced' human by way of speed, agility, endurance, etc (part of the reason she's so unrivalled on the stage), sabine is currently otherwise a seemingly average individual. when the code phrase is used / when otherwise triggered, the physicality of her training will be fully restored.

similarly she feels very fatalistically about dance/ballet. genuinely thinks she could die if she stops/that it’s the driving force of her soul. there is real and intense passion there, but the fatalism is again a leak-through of the horrific red eye training / ballet used as a method of discipline

really does love claire and considers her her mama :( but there are control and trust issues and sometimes she thinks mb she really is an android :(((

might be hypersexual? we will be figuring that out

exceptional pain threshold/tolerance, even moreso than the average ballerina (but on par with a red eye operative). despite her seeming fragility and silkiness she can actually bear a lot of weight and pain, physical or otherwise

long term, we are sure hoping her red eye training gets triggered and she becomes the city’s lil cracked-mirror, neo-noir, odette-odile version of harley quinn <3

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.

* RED EYE (EX OR CURRENT) DYNAMICS.

FOR HER I WOULD INVENT GOD IF I HAD TO. a red string of fate turned into a gordian knot. inseparable like an illness until the bloodletting, this was sabine’s other half at the red eye institution for the handful of years she was there. she does not remember you, but there is an intangible and intense pull towards a stranger that she does not understand; seeing each other again is not a knife through the chest only because the blade has been sitting there all along since she left. it jostles in your chests, a faint pain.

BOUND TO YOU. should be a red eye handler. obsession. she, above all others, your curiousity spikes for. the lone manifestation of a new method, what she could be fascinates you. you plan to be the one to flip her switch, but first you watch.

UP ON A TREE BRANCH. a nefarious little cheshire cat, following her around in the dark. you remember her, the little girl she once was, the favoured child ⸺ or at least you know the objective to lead her home to red eye’s cold arms. there is something so compelling about the purgatory of her existence, angelic at damned all at once. you can’t help but play with it between your hands, stretching her nerves out like putty.

NOT A LEASH BUT A WHIP. you never had a chance. so few of you did. perhaps, if she runs now, there is one for her. the methodology might differ: perhaps you try to frighten her away, perhaps you encourage the abandonment of everything she’s ever known while you carve out the doom in her arm. leave, is all you are trying to say, in the end. get out. save yourself.

THE FORWARD-FACING SHADOW. must be a defected red eye member that has been in nyc for a longer period of time than the masses. redemption, perhaps, for the past you shook off but that you know is coming for her: a guardian, if not an oil-coloured kind, lurking in the dark to watch over the girl. to keep her safe as you can.

* GENERAL DYNAMICS

APPLE SEEDS. the provider or purveyor of her illicit desires. i’ve been assuming they’ll be from the jade tribe given their proximity to the drug trade, but could technically be from anywhere. her go-to dealer.

THE GILDED CAGE. caporegime or higher in a gang. she is the swan of the city, perhaps, but only their little bird. a likely unhealthy relationship, one tinged with ideas of inconstant possession. she sleeps in your bed and turns to you when all else would forsake her. when red eye comes knocking, you’ll pull up the walls. she’s not theirs, not really. she belonged to you first.

A ROPE WITH A LOVING KNOT. someone who will pull her back from the abyss as she moves closer to it, who holds her when she cries.

GOLDEN FRUIT. high echelon, upper crust friends. the young gods of new york, if you will.

SMILE FOR ME BABY. preferably a masc muse. lips broken open under possessive teeth. promises abandoned on the sink, clothes on the floor, pills under tongues. bruises left where the evening gowns won’t see it. obsession and dependency. sex and jealousy. someone’s always leaving and coming back. there’s no end to them, and it’s only getting worse.

THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT. connections she’s made at el anhelo, various one night stands, a variation of ‘drunk girls in a bar bathroom best friends,’ or someone she meets routinely as some toxic version of dating wherein they only get together under the influence of anhelo’s custom drugs.

more i’m too lazy to write properly: someone intent on figuring out if she’s android or not, party / downward spiral / up against the edge friends, a female ballerina fwb tinged with the intensity of the industry, a friend of claire’s she fucked because you can’t control me mom!!!, those that want to encourage her fall, jade tribe soldiers/muscle that have had to knock more than once to collect $$, the gang member she butts heads with because “princess u dont run things around here”

#lawlessintro

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