Post by Sebastian Arthur Simmons on Nov 27, 2008 21:24:35 GMT -5
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` drop that 808
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
name;; Elevin
age;; Thirteeeeen.
experience;; About four, now.
time zone;; New York.
password;; aha, no password for you !
` drop that 808
name;; Sebastian Arthur Simmons.
nicknames;; Call him Sebastian.
age;; Nineteen.
date of birth;; January sixth.
species;; Elf
year;; Senior.
sexual orientation;; Hetero.
occupation;; Student.
face claim;; Sebastian Bach.
general appearance;; What can I say? He’s a beauty. High cheekbones, pale skin, intense eyes, plump lips, that perfectly mussed up hair. Hard to resist, don’t you think? Not only were his looks extraordinarily provoking, but his attire perfectly complimented him. Tight jeans, loose t-shirts, and leather jackets – all in black and white – somehow manage to make him stand out among the crowd. Or maybe it’s just the crown of hair. Sebastian was also blessed with good jeans, standing at an even 6 foot and weighing in around 155 pounds. Whoever said elves had to be short, right? All in all, here’s what you saw at your first look – the hair, the gorgeous face, and the look.
general personality;; Like a good elf, Sebastian was smart. Very, very smart. And no matter how many demons or fallen angels he was friends with, that intelligence would stay, and he was going to use it. Sure, you wouldn’t want to mess with him physically, but don’t challenge his intellect either. Want a good game of chess? Come on down. Another thing with this intelligence was his taste in music – Jazz. Sebastian could mess around on a keyboard, though he was no musician. After picking up a couple of songs, he got bored with it, and decided to concentrate on his classes instead.
Now, like anyone, Sebastian had things that were different about him, since one couldn’t just be ‘that smart kid’. He was a boy of quiet demeanor, preferring hanging out with just one friend than attending a party. He was also pretty withdraw, and skeptical to trusting anybody, but there were some things that you learned when you got him as a pal. For one, Sebastian loved to make people laugh, be it with a clever joke or acting like a complete idiot. Another was that he was a loyal guy, and would do anything to help out if he could.
But this is just too perfect. Sebastian had bad things about him. For one, he was slightly anti-social. Parties weren’t his high point in life, mainly because he’d be watching instead of having a good time. Another was his temper. Once he started to get angry with you, he didn’t stop, and that could lead to him doing something that he might regret. Still, you’ll be fine if you just leave him alone.
likes;; Jazz, messing with people’s heads, archery, forests, raspberries, and surrealism.
dislikes;; Loudness, small children, television, alarm clocks, and nail-biters.
fears;; Disappearing completely in his quiet, drowning.
quirks;; Able to drown out the world around him, if he tries.
secrets;; His father drowned when he was three.
magyck;; Can go into somebody’s mind and control their thoughts, actions, and powers through them, though not completely just yet.
family members;; Mother (elf) – Cassandra Simmons
Father, deceased (elf) – Andrew Simmons
history;; Sebastian was born and raised in Canada, mainly by his mother, since at the mere age of three years, his father went on a fishing trip and wound up drowning. His mother didn’t tell him all of the details until he turned twelve – there was a shark attack, and all four of the men on the boat were gruesomely killed. The child didn’t really get upset over it, since he was used to having no father, but he read all he could about shark attacks that night.
As a kid, he was always that one little boy that never raised his hand, and barely bothered to copy notes, but would ace the test. Teachers complained about his lack of participation, but his mother never tried reprimanding him. She was always too busy trying to make enough money for them to have a good life, for there to be presents for Sebastian under their little tree. Since they were forced to move to a much smaller house, he had never gotten that grand tree with the ornaments and star on top. Just a short little pine with some colored lights and a few presents underneath. Even that was too much for their two-bedroom apartment, and some years there wasn’t enough money for the tree. All in all, they were permanently on the brink of bankruptcy.
Whenever the kids would bother Sebastian, he would get angry with them. He had two or three close friends, and that was all he every wanted. So when annoying kids would ask him to play with them again and again and again, he would get angry. Around the age of fifteen was when he started to notice that he could do things. Sebastian could concentrate on how much he wished that he could make the kids leave, and they would scatter. Being a smart kid, Sebastian decided to test this again. He would think about that kid ahead of him in the lunch line leaving, and the kid would leave. He would think about a teacher forgetting something before class and having to postpone the lesson, that was what happened. Soon, one pal told him about ESP. And Sebastian tested himself. And it worked. But soon, his mother started to notice that he was doing things to her, so she told him the truth. And off to boarding school he went.
post sample;; Okay, so even Daniel hated lines. Of course, he didn't despise them or anything, they were manageable, but they were annoying. Especially when some guys thought they were better than everybody else and waltzed in front of the line. Since Daniel was already second in the line, he didn't really care, but people around him were yelling. Poor them. Daniel kept his eye on the guy, as he walked in, then turned away when there was business to be done, because to continue looking would have just been disgusting. The guy looked like somebody Daniel knew, maybe ran in to one day or talked to at the bar. He looked annoyed with everything, almost like he wished that everybody would just go away. Daniel knew people like that, but this guy's temper was definitely more than familiar.
Daniel washed his hand quickly and started to walk out, but when the swarm of people blocked the guy's path, it came so abruptly that Daniel bumped into him.
"Shit...sorry." Daniel mumbled, pausing as the swarm settled and quickly sidestepping the guy and walking out past him. He turned and walked a little further before leaning against the wall. The last thing Daniel wanted was to pick a fight. Well, to be honest, he didn't really mind. Fights were actually humorous to Daniel, because guys kept trying to piss him off, and it never worked. That was both Daniel's best and most annoying quality. When things got physical, however, Daniel wasn't too happy. He could mess around with the best of them, but for every strong guy there was one three times his size.
It was one thing to fight a guy that was picking on someone much smaller than them, since they deserve that. It was another thing to fight for your friends. But fighting for yourself, just for the sake of fighting, didn't have a point. Of course, some guys disagreed. Daniel tried to avoid those guys.
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
favorite cereal;; Cinnamon Toast Crunch
If your member was confronted by a member of the living dead, what would they do? Shake its hand.
Deal or no deal? Deal...no, wait, no deal...no, deal. Final answer.
