Post by SEBASTIEN WILLIAM VANICOR on Sept 2, 2012 15:35:32 GMT -5
sebastien william vanicor.
362 (appears 21) ,, vampire ,, homosexual ,, asshole ,, douglas booth
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CHARACTER'S TITLE;;
currently a solitary vampire
THE BASICS;;
Sebastien Vanicor was born in London, England in June in the year 1650, which was then under the reign of King Charles II, making him 361 years old. Sebastien, however, does not consider that date in June to be his real birth-date, but as most vampires do, he considers the day he was turned as his date of birth. This date was December 13th, 1679 at the age of twenty-one, which he is now permanently frozen at. Seb is currently unemployed, and prefers to stay that way. He doesn't need to have a job anyway, due to the massive fortune he has acquired over the past 300 and some odd years. Being an older vampire, he can occasionally wander out into the sun, although it causes him great discomfort, which is just fine by him as he prefers the night anyway. Seb is what most would call a homosexual. He'd rather be in the company of men than women, and enjoys the taste of their blood quite a bit more. However, he isn't picky when he's hungry, and will settle for whatever human he manages to steal away.
APPEARANCE;;
Sebastien stands just under six feet tall, which was abnormally tall compared to the five foot five average of most men in the seventeenth century. He isn't sure how tall he was before he changed, height wasn't something people cared a lot to know, and he presumes that it might be his vampirism that has caused him to stand so tall. Seb weighs about 170lbs, most of it being lean muscle. He doesn't need to work out, and even if he did, it would be pointless as a vampire's body does not reflect changes. He is, of course, unnaturally strong, fast, and can see immeasurable distances.
Sebastien has several scars along his back from a long ago encounter with a Loup-Garoux, but other than that, his skin is perfectly smooth, and quite cold to the touch. His pallor is unnatural, and he has been known to apply tinted moisturizer when he ventures among humans. A slightly bronzed colour seems to put them at ease in most situations. Sebastien does not have any tattoos and isn't even certain he would get some if it were even possible. (which it is not. the ink would be pushed from his skin on account of the whole self-healing thing.)
Seb's eyes are a piercing blue, and have been compared to a midday sky. If Sebastien goes a few weeks without feeding, a red ring appears around his iris. The longer he goes without feeding, the more pronounced the line becomes until his eyes are completely merlot coloured. The vampire's hair is a brownish black which he keeps cut just below his earlobes. He styles it differently depending on his mood, often opting for the ever stylish carefully messed look.
Seb doesn't have a distinct style, as he's been around for so long, and fashion is constantly changing and evolving. In this day, his closet comprises of mostly black t-shirts and jeans (of a generally darker colour.) Dark colours help him blend in with the night, and blood isn't as visible on them if he accidentally makes a bit of a mess. However, when he wishes to impress, his wardrobe is a very expensive and stylish one; designer jeans, v-necks, silk button downs, scarves and hats, complete with the best Italian leather shoes.
PERSONALITY;;
arrogant:
Sebastien has been around for a very long time, and is incredibly aware of the perfection of his species. He sees himself as above all other creatures, and isn't afraid to boast about it. He truly believes he can do no wrong, even when he takes a life.
conniving:
Sebastien can't stand not getting his way. This vampire is a planner. He makes lists and diagrams in order to get what he wants. He thinks things through to the point of becoming obsessed, and will stop at absolutely nothing to eliminate whatever is in his way, no matter who might get hurt in the process. He thrives under pressure, and can concoct an elaborate scheme in a matter of hours, followed by perfect execution.
seductive:
Looks can be used to achieve everything. That is one sentence that Seb lives by. He is one of the fiercest predators out there, and he was gifted with insanely good looks. He knows just how attractive he is and is not above breaking hearts in order to get what he wants. He's a bit of a man-whore and doesn't really care about it. Knowing that anyone would be lucky to get him, he never really bothers to think about the consequences his cold actions might have.
negative traits:
-rude
Rudeness is something Sebastien has aplenty. The brunette would rather shoot himself in the face than be proven wrong. He's blunt, which offends most people. Don't ask for his opinion on something if you don't want to hear the worst possible answer you could imagine.
-conceited
Saying that Sebastien is a touch conceited would be an under exaggeration. He spends most of his time admiring himself and complimenting himself. He knows he is superior to those around him and constantly asks the question, 'why do I bother?'. Chances are, he won't listen to you when you're speaking if you bore him, which more often than not, you will.
-cruel
When you get right down to it, Sebastien is a monster. He has very little morals, only stopping once in awhile to ponder if his actions are wrong. He has been known to torture people, and to be unnecessarily mean to those who might get on his bad side.
positive traits:
+fierce
Seb is a very fierce person, not taking shit from anyone. He's been known to get into a few fights over little things, but you can count on him to have your back if you manage to get through that thick exterior of his.
+honest
Seb is an honest person, he doesn't lie. He'll tell you if you're wearing the ugliest outfit known to man or if your voice sounds like children being hacked at with a cheese grater. This might be viewed as a negative trait, but Sebastien doesn't see it that way. The world needs honest people and he's determined to tell you what he really thinks.
+caring
Alright, alright, if you dig down deep enough, as much as he hates to admit it, Sebastien has an inch of a good side. If you manage to enchant him (though the number of these people is very limited) Sebastien will show you he cares. He might joke around and tease, but you need to understand, he has a fear of letting people get too close, because of what he is, because he believes he can't help but break everything he touches. He'll just show you what you mean to him in his own messed up way.
HISTORY;;
Unfortunately, there isn't much of his past before being turned into a vampire that Sebastien remembers. And everything after would take hours to recount, because he's been alive for so long. So, we'll just touch on the basics. Sebastien was born into a rather affluent family on March 29th, in London of 1650. Because of their high ranking in society, they were able to hire one of the best midwives in the city, thus preventing Annabelle from dying during childbirth. At least, that was their reasoning. They weren't a terribly religious family, though London at the time depended heavily on religion, so there were no proclamations of 'God saved us all!' It was perhaps this aversion to religion that later led Sebastien down the path of darkness.
Because of their moderate wealth, Sebastien lived a privileged life and attended the best school London had to offer. There, he was supposed to receive an education, and learn to be a gentleman. However, when one is given nearly everything they ask for, they gain a certain...indifference to everything else. Sebastien made a handful of friends, and together, the five men participated in schoolyard betting, throwing away the money their parents gave them. As he grew older, Sebastien developed his skills in charming people, and could nearly get away with anything.
In 1665, the plague hit London, claiming nearly twenty percent of London's population. Among the infected; both of Sebastien's parents. At age 15, Sebastien became an orphan, and, due to his parents leaving him everything, also one of the richest men his age. A sensible fellow would have invested the money, placed it aside for gradual use over the years. However, Sebastien was greedy, consumed with a devil may care attitude. He gambled nearly all his money away, and the rest he spent on drink and male prostitutes. He became an outcast in society, shunned for his reckless and lascivious behaviour, most fearing his vicious tongue.
Late one night, in the winter of 1679, Sebastien sat alone in a tavern. When the moon reached its peak in the sky, the barkeep kicked him out, having served him far too much, and not wanting a fight to break out. Seb wandered the streets, the crisp air biting at his face and ungloved hands, a blanket of snow crunching beneath his feet. He walked aimlessly, not yet ready to return to his room. After an hour, more snow began to fall, and the male decided he'd had enough. He began the long walk down the empty winding street, his pace quick in order to keep warm. It was then that he saw him, a beautiful blonde male bathed in moonlight, his cotton shirt blown open, revealing a flawless chest. Sebastien stumbled towards this vision, coins jingling in his pocket, looking forward to having some warmth in the cold night. As he approached, the other male smiled a tight lipped smile, a smile Seb had seen many times before. He would change that smile, he would have this beauty screaming, begging, those pretty lips of his pulled back in a grimace of pleasure. When Sebastien got closer, the blond turned, and headed down a secluded alley, pausing momentarily at a doorway, before disappearing inside. Seb licked his lips in anticipation, and followed the youth to the top floor of a seemingly abandoned two-storey home. When he reached the top of the stairs, he saw the other male standing, facing one of the grand windows. Sebastien advanced, placing a skilled hand on the male's shoulder, the other one snaking around the front to unlace his trousers.
"I've been watching you." the blond spoke, his accent one Sebastien had never heard before, something painfully beautiful, music of the angels. The brunette paused at this, his hands hovering. In the space of a second, the blond turned, and threw Sebastien across the room, pinning him against the wall instantly.
"You have nothing to live for, no parents, no friends." the blond pursed his lips, grazing his thumb against the skin of Sebastien's cheek. "I'm lonely Sebastien, I'm looking for a companion."
Seb opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by a slender finger.
"No, hush. I don't want to hear anything until I've laid everything out for you. You're beautiful, Sebastien, but beauty fades. You are not young, and no woman will have you as her husband, nor would you have any woman. You will die alone, most likely a painful death, as your wealth is dwindling, and I don't see you living past next winter. But what if I told you I could change that? Change everything for you? Offer you eternal youth, eternal life. You would be frozen as you are now, in a state of heart-breaking beauty. You would be mine, and I would be yours. Together, we would walk the night, taking whatever we wanted, living like Kings."
Sebastien didn't hesitate, didn't think for a minute about what he was accepting. He was so enchanted by the blond before him, he would have said yes to anything, just to please him.
The blond sensed his response, and grinned, a full toothed smile this time, revealing pointed canines. Sebastien gasped, but it was too late for him, too late to change his mind, because in an instant, the vampire was cutting himself open, and offering his own wrist, dripping blood into Sebastien's mouth. Sebastien tried to refuse it, but the magic inside the red liquid took over him, causing him to lap at the blond's wrist. It wasn't long before Sebastien began to convulse, his own blood pouring from every orifice; mouth, eyes, ears, nose, before falling into a sleep that resembled death.
It was night when he finally woke, and everything around him looked different. With his new vampire eyes, he could see clearer, every little detail was brought to his attention. Dizzy, he collapsed to the floor, and a chuckle sounded behind him. "You'll get used to that."
The blond then introduced himself to Sebastien as Mathias, and explained what he now was. The two men spent a century together, travelling through all of Europe, leaving bodies piled in their wake, for they were hungry, lustful beings who did not see the wrong in what they were doing. It was in Paris of 1789, that Sebastien met another of his kind, a more peaceful, gentlemanly vampire, who came from the southern state of Louisiana. When he spoke to Sebastien of his home there, the brunette began to question what he had come to be; a monster, a creature of nightmares. After much deliberation, he decided to join Gaston, and try his hand at a life in New Orleans. When Mathias found out, he spiraled into a jealous rage, and killed Gaston, threatening to do the same to Sebastien. In order to escape, Seb knew what he had to do.
He turned on his maker, snapping off that beautiful head of his while he slept one afternoon. Sebastien mourned the loss of his only friend for days, before fleeing to New Orleans, where he attempted to live a new life, a life like Gaston's. He became a gentleman in appearance, but still remained a cold hearted being. Though he no longer killed for sport, he kept a handful of humans in his manor upon which he fed regularly, until their hearts no longer beat. He has lived in the same home since he arrived in New Orleans, occasionally travelling for fifty years in order to avoid suspicion. Sebastien is aware of the current war between the creatures in New Orleans, but he really couldn't care less.
BEHIND THE CHARACTER;;
hey, so i'm jack. i've been roleplaying for as long as seb has been alive now. as well as this character, i also play no one else yet. you can reach me by pm (admin account), email or aim if you need me for anything. i found NEW ORLEANS HEAT by / on / from MAKING IT and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. c:meow, cats
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[/justify]template credit to JACK of NOH.
