[hider=Sabine][center][img]http://41.media.tumblr.com/852d9067acc0895a4af37333c7c73975/tumblr_nwseumrNx61shdqbzo1_1280.png[/img][/center]
[center][h3]5'5 | 117 lbs.[/h3][/center]
[center][i][h3][color=9e0039]Sabine D'Aramitz[/color][/h3][/i][/center]
[center][i]24[/i][/center]

[i][indent]Play me songs that immerse me in the mood...[/indent]
[indent][indent]...just make sure you don't make the lyrics be sour.[/indent][/indent][/i]
[color=9e0039][center]I've always loved the sappy love songs and peaceful music.  It kinda scares me how many people fall in love with songs where the worst things happen, and it's fine.[/center][/color]
[i][indent]It's funny how I find myself when lost in the moment...[/indent]
[indent][indent]...and lose myself in retrospect.[/indent][/indent][/i]
[color=9e0039][center]Waking up in the morning with a really bad hangover isn't good.  If I'm lucky, I don't have a hangover, and I don't have to deal with another pain for another day.  Huh...what did I do last night?[/center][/color]
[i][indent]Tell me I'm a good person to be around...[/indent]
[indent][indent]...but only when it's still true.[/indent][/indent][/i]
[color=9e0039][center]I like it when we're honest to each other; no euphemisms, no roundabouts - just unadulterated you and unadulterated me.[/center][/color]
Trick :
[indent]I can still do a Rubik's Cube with three shots of cognac, if that counts.  Same with most other logic games.[/indent]
Profession:
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[*]Baker at MochaVine Cafe.
[*]Assistant Chef at Little Snowflake.
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Bio/Personality:
[indent]Sabine came in from another city far-off from here, a place where the wealthiest came to purchase premium services in a certain hotel chain.  Her hometown, once a simple tourist-stop village, became a prime-time vacation spot, and with the influx of tourists also came the eviction of her house and gym to provide more room for the hotel.  By then, Sabine was already a "working lady" right out of her graduation from her high school, and had made enough money to fly over to Shine City For a permanent residence, but the pool wasn't nearly big enough to pay for tuition.  Over here, she found no opportunities to continue her old way of life, and so she quietly slipped into the town to do the odd job or three, until she could be kept as a main-stay aid for cooking.  Who knew she had it in her to cook?[/indent][/hider]