Post by Sebastian Dane on Jan 3, 2009 5:14:30 GMT 1
;; fundamentals
full name;; Sebastian Regina Dane
nickname;; Sabi - Basti
birthday;; July 18
age;; 224 (appears 24)
sexual orientation;; Straight
job;; Currently a new Bartender in Port Angeles
Canon;; Yep Yep
Species ;; Vampire
;; appearance
general;; There are a plethora of adjectives you could use to describe the striking femme fetal that is Sebastian, but the best is Vixen. She's a demon in disguise, shooting arrows through the hearts of men and denying them the simplest of chances. From head to toe she is the goddess Aphrodite - minus the ego, the jealous nature and the need to destroy happily married couples.
She's a pin-up girl that photographers and sex offenders drool over, but she'd not helpless.
At five feet and six inches Sebastian isn't exactly average size, neither is she a long legged giraffe, though she is graceful and a rare sight. Her shoulder length golden hair begins straight, but trails off into loose ringlets that adorn her face. A slightly angular straight bang slightly hides the arch of her eye brows. Golden gray eyes are set in her porcelain face, shining like rare jewels adorned this thick black lashes. Her chiseled nose rests above a small set mouth that is most often painted bright red.
Her figure is exquisite, with gentle curves and a set of bombshell, lightly muscled legs. Sabi is not a stick figure, she can stand her ground, even without the help of her super human strength. Her arms are lightly muscled, and her core is well toned, leaving her with a flat, men would say sexy, stomach.
favorite;; Sabi's never seen herself as beautiful or sexy, she's always just looked in the mirror and seen another pretty girl staring back. The fact that men find her dangerously attractive really has never helped with the whole 'vampire' thing, and without male encouragement, Sabi loves her muscle structure and the fact that though her eyes are gold form her diet, they still retain their gray hue from her human days. Narrow it down: her eyes are her favorite aspect of her entire being.
hate;; Sabi hates her appearance in general. She hates the fact that men make it so hard to stick to her vegetarian ways by coming on to her. Basti wishes she looked like any other girl, though the beauty of the vampire would still be hers.
heritage;; Of German descent
ethnicity;; Vampyric
;; personality
general;; By appearance alone people expect Sebastian to be narcissistic, stuck up, selfish, and incredibly vain. While I hate to spoil the fun, Sabi is none of the above traits listed. She is not your average Aphrodite, she is not remotely similar to any of the listed symptoms of sin. Though the fact that she's a vampire makes her close her self off from the world and appear cold and hard, she's not that bad. Sure, she can be manipulative and deceiving, but its normally for your own good. Despite what all those jealous high school girls think, she's really not a cold hearted bitch. Its the fact that she cares deeply for human life - maybe even cherishes it - that keeps those little girls alive.
Sabi has a deep seated compassion for all mortal life, like any goddess would. She cherishes everything that dies, even if its never seen. Sebastian is a strong believer in the ability to choose between good and evil, that there is both within everyone. However, inside all the bright, white, burning righteous light of what passes for Basti's soul, lies a deeply rooted tree of hatred, anger, cruelty, pain, and bloodlust. Such things lay within every one of her kind, but what becomes dangerous...is when that tree blooms. Sebastian has a very headstrong, determined, stubborn nature that ends in a quick temper that she has little trouble controlling.
The only advice that I can give to anyone who decides to cross Sabi is: please - don't run.
hobbies;; reading, (anything! just giver her a book and she'll devour it) writing poetry, playing the violin, and making art (sketching and painting mostly).
dislikes;; the Volturi, Funerals, hid-hop music, murderers, convertibles, and stupid drunk people (most other types of drunks are alright....especially the funny ones!)
likes;; her motor cycle, walking in the woods, listening and dancing to music, watching movies, the ocean, studying art types, and people watching.
Fears;; being discovered, being torn apart, her sire, seeing death, and cats
Secrets;; She was a mob boss at one point, she killed her entire family, and did I mention she's the world's most inconspicuous art thief?
;; origins
general;; Sabi is perhaps one North America's eldest vampires. She's lived through all 50 presidents, nine wars and watched countless generations die.
Sebastian Regina Dane was born on July 18, 1784, only a few years after the end of the American War for Independence. Her father was a var veteran, a colonel on the American side, and was richly rewarded. Sebastian was one of eight girls, the youngest, the baby, the one who was her father's last hope for a son, and there for named for one and raised to think like one. Independent and strong willed, Sabi was frowned upon by society, but she didn't care.
At fifteen, Sebastian disgraced her entire family. Her wild nature led her to rebel against society's standards, and thus, love a man her father would never accept. Her love for him, however, turned into a child. Frantic to cover up their daughter's scandal, she was shipped away, to hide from the face of the world, until she could return, like nothing had happened. So for nine months Sabi was hidden away, and one night inter the world she brought her baby girl, who was immediately taken from her arms, leaving Sabi distraught and in tears. Depressed and emotionally scarred, Sebastian began to hate her family for denying her the fruit of her love.
At seventeen she was forced to marry by her father, and Sabi found no happiness gained through her marriage. She was suppressed, caged, and denied every freedom she had once known, her father's greatest punishment. The man was well respected, but he was a demon. He was a drunk, and the worst kind. He was aggressive and unruly, and often found joy in torturing, raping (even though they were married) and beating Sabi within inches of her life. No one in her family protected her. Her mother hated her for her former acts of rebellion, her father hated her because she had done everything to thwart being married and had almost ruined him, and her sisters hated that she'd been her father's favorite and had almost destroyed them.
Thus it became the turning point in her life when she met her beautiful stranger. He'd happened upon her in the woods and immediately asked why her arm was broken and why she was bruised all over. Naturally, she lied, but somehow the stranger knew the truth. His golden eyes were burning with understanding, pity and anger. They were a blaze with hatred for someone who could do such a thing to a 'lovely creature' like her. He'd called her that, because she'd never seen herself as 'lovely'. The way he looked at her, she felt no fear, but for once in her married life she felt safe and protected, even though she didn't know this man.
That night, Sebastian's husband came home, drunk as always. The shouting ensued and the fists flew, the wooden chairs shattered, bottles were broken, and in the end, Sabi lay in a pool of blood, her sight going fuzzy, beginning to fade. After twenty-four years of living a miserable existence, she was going to be free. She was broken, utterly destroyed, and as she closed her eyes to accept the warm comfort of death the last thing she heard was her husbands screams of agony. Next thing she knew she was on fire. Burning in the pits of hell and she screamed and cried pleading for the fire to be put out. For the three days - which seemed like lifetimes - that she burned she questioned why she'd been put in hell, and then, she felt stranger than ever.
Pure, wild, unadulterated power welled within Sebastian, and she awoke to the brilliant golden eyes of her beautiful stranger. He smiled a deadly grin and extended his hand, beginning to explain what she had become. At first, there was horror, and then, there was the thirst. Her maker explained everything, including how she was the most powerful creature on earth, to be feared by all. She looked about the shattered remains of her former, captive life, and saw the lifeless body of her ex-husband, and then the need for revenge kicked in. Within the next twenty-four hours, more than twelve people were torn to pieces.
Sabi's revenge was total and complete. Her mother and father suffered the most, but her five sisters, their husbands, and all but one of their collective children became extinct. That one child was the absolute youngest. A fiery, strong willed, gray eyed blond child, the spitting image of Sebastian. That child was only two years of age, and thus would never remember how her entire family was erased. From that point on, Sabi was free - in a sense - though she was bound to her sire. Even though he learned that all she wanted was to find her daughter, he refused to let her free, forcing her to follow his will. A prisoner in her new, immortal life, Sabi never thought she'd know true feedom. She believed she would be a slave forever, and would never know what had become of her baby girl. Of course, karm's quite the bitch because the Volturi destroyed her sire for taking part in and manipulating the outcomes of 'Mortal Affairs'. She was spared only because of a particular one's interest in her.
Sabi became what she had always dreamed to be: the master of her own destiny, truly free to live as she pleased. Of course, there was only one thing she wanted: to find what had become of her daughter, and she would stop at nothing to gain such knowledge.
parents;; Stefan and Sarah Dane
siblings;; Mary, Charity, Faith, Elizabeth, and Vivian
other;;
;; roleplaying
sample;;
from Translucence, a joining post with Nomad *huggles*The fools of the land knew the custom of bringing their persepctive leader a gift, and the symbol of the gift is often misrepresented. So many think it to be a gift of food, or of some material value, but perhaps the greatest gift a subject can offer is their loyalty, their life, and their blood if need be. Few recognize this, but to those who know it well, it is often their key to gaining a position of favorablity within a worthy pack. Such was not the case, this time.
The gaping mouth of the Xykin Caverns beheld a scene of morning that was like many others. The sky was bloody, as it often was. Painted with shades of gold, crimson, scarlet and a deep rouge that many mystics used to determine the outcomes of wars. There was no wind, and not a living being stirred in the early day’s dawn. The air was still, perhaps in apprehension, as bits of shale cascaded down around the cavern’s entrance. Jackrabbits and prairie dogs darted back to their hidey-holes as an ominous shadow fell upon the surrounding area.
From atop a ridge, a massive brute moved like liquid as he leaped from ledge to ledge, making a steady, but slow, descent to the cavern. He was not a fool, he knew what beings lurked within this chasm’s dark depths, and he felt nothing. There was no fear in his eyes, no tremor of uncertainty in his gait. Nomad was a being of confidence. If he was denied joining this pack he would simply move on. That was it. No regret, no resentment, nothing. He’d learned to forget feeling a long, long time ago, and he wasn’t about to start all that nonsense again.
Massive paws landed with the slightest of whispers, as his legs bent like springs to take the last strain of impact from entering his body as Nomad landed level with the cave’s mouth. In a motion that was easy at it was imposing, the hellion shook his bearlike head. His ears twisting lightly from side to side, and the muscles in his neck bunching and relaxing with the movement. Settling back on haunches of taut muscle, Nomad wrapped his tail firmly around his body.
The brute sighed and cast his gaze into the cave. He would not make a scene, like many young ones did when they were seeking their first packs. He would not call out like a fool, he was not ignorant to the will of Alphas. Fools who disturbed a ruler of importance lost their heads, and Nomad knew that a good first impression was everything compared to the gifts he brought to his perspective leader or leadless. Yes, Nomad was completely oblivious to who this pack was. He had not stalked them, had not watched the going ons of their little family, or big family. He had not done any homework what so ever, he had simply showed up, like a recruit does to camp.
Many would be mistaken to think that this would cause concern in Nomad. He did not care about any political or social aspect of the pack. He was clearly a military being, a belligerent bull who had been raised by a generation of generals and heroes. Nomad willed his lungs with air, expanding them to their fullest capacity, his chest cavity stretching, puffing out his chest, and in one long stream, he breathed into the cave. It was subtle, but his scent would travel down through the caves and alert them to his presence. It was perfect when one wanted to be noticed, but not announce their presence.
;; behind the character
name;; Maddie
age;; 16
gender;; Miss
years roleplaying;; close to 5
location;; O-H-I-O
How You found us;; Through Tara
