The Story So Far
Once a Tour Guide from the world of Faerl - equal parts explorer, scout and wilderness reconaissance, Sarby was fairly seasoned. One fateful day, she was going through wilderness routes on his way home and was ambushed by predatory wildlife. As well as she fought, Faerl was a world known for its blooming life and large beasts, and it almost tore her to pieces trying to savage him. Before his life was ended, her planeswalker spark ignited from the struggle, flinging her through the multiverse into the nexus.
At least, that's what she thought.
Rumours and whispers caught up to her that she had a duplicate of all things running around, and she pieced together that he'd be around a lot longer than she had. They could never meet though, much to her growing chagrin that would take over her. Eventually, what stopped Sarbiton going to his home plane of Faerl was that they were entangled, so that whilst one was 'active' then the other couldn't leave. Untangling them allowed a meeting for the first time, where it became clear to her that she was little more than a carbon copy, using stolen memories with no likes or desires to call her own.
She left them very wounded, and for a while had to battle with a notion of losing her own sense of self and identity. All whilst she not so secretly loathed the man that put her in this position, despite him making it clear that he had no intention of bringing her to "life" of sorts. Maybe that made it worse, to know who created you would wash his hands of you, but she took to the bottle and started to drink regularly, if only because it helped her along the way.
Then, one day, she sat alone in the pub with her head to the table, and felt somebody sit in the same booth. Whilst she felt the urge to berate Sarbiton for approaching her, he looked at her with genuine sympathy, and she'd grown tired and jaded about her anger. There, they talked.It got heated a little: she blamed him for, despite not controlling it, being the reason she's around, and there was little else for her to do. Equally, he told her that she was so focused on blaming him that she never seemed to try to be different. She said that it was impossible for her when everything in her head was him: how could she change her taste in things and what she liked when all of it was from him?
And to respond to that, he told her he can't stand Guinness, even though she was half way through a pint of the stuff then and there.
So they talked, honestly, the first time since they met years ago. And all she needed in that moment was a confirmation that she did have different tastes to him and that maybe she wasn't the same as him. he had his own theory: being the first alternate version of him meant that she was very close to who he was, and she didn't have time to really come into her own, but she never gave herself that chance to grow that she needed.
When she left, she gave her hat to Sarbiton, and decided on a personal rebranding. She went to the gym, got into fantastic shape and helped to learn how to manage any aggression she had, and throw a good punch whilst she was at it. Keeping the coat, she died it black and shook up her wardrobe after weeks of deciding what to do and settled on her own style. In the end, whilst her outfit shares some similarities to his, it was different in several ways. But she realised that completely disregarding who she potentially was would be ignoring the past. So, she amalgamated them, learned from it, and moved on, and here we are with her.
She doesn't like the odd comment comparing her to him, but at the same time she'll let it slide. These days, it's less about what lingered behind her, and that being compared to
anybody feels kinda crappy.
