Age:Around 800 - he has lost count.
Gender:Male.
Species:Vampire.
Nationality:Half English/half Middle Eastern.
Personality: Having lived as long as Sebastian, he completely embodies the “gives zero fucks” ideal. The only time he can spare a fuck is when it’s in memory to the love of his long life. Besides that, it’s hard to get Sebastian to care about things. It’s hard to get him to talk a lot. He can go days without saying anything, and be just fine. He’s the type that sits in the corner, observes, and that’s it. He doesn’t care about voicing an opinion, even if he has one, which is rare. It comes with that “gives zero fucks” ideal.
But, don’t let that part of his personality fool you. He is always listening. If somebody is having a conversation near him, he’s listening. If somebody is having a conversation across the room, he is listening. If somebody is having a conversation a room away from him, he. Is. Listening. He learns from people and others. He had discovered long ago, to survive, one has to adapt. So, he sits, he observes, and he learns.
He is hard to get a reaction out of. He’s very emotionless. He has an almost constant blank stare on his face; maybe, sometimes, his lip may twitch, or his eyebrow raise, but for the most part, he seems devoid of emotions. But, he does have them. He has lost some of his humanity, not all of it… though, still a good chunk of it, resulting in him not being sympathetic. At all.
Need a shoulder to cry on? Don’t come to Sebastian. He’ll wave you off, and if you attempt to get near him, he’ll make sure you’re crying. He doesn’t like anybody near him, and he doesn’t like to be touched. He’s a creature that often isolates himself. He isn’t used to much contact anymore.
So, to get a reaction out of Sebastian, sit beside him. Touch him. Or force him into a small space. He
hates those. Small spaces make him fidgety and angry. He has enough control to not immediately lash out, though. He'll give warnings. Polite, stiff warnings. Once he does settle somewhere, and get more comfortable, he'll be a little more warm towards his people. Since he has been in town for a couple months, he's a little better with his fellow vampires, but he still keeps his distance from others.
Equipment:
Sebastian is not materialistic at all; after all, he has lived for so long, he has seen how things come and go, not truly mattering in the end. Yet, he is sitting on a pretty hefty sum of money. He still has coins dating back to 1200; whenever he needs money, all he has do is sell one. Which, he has only done once. It gave him enough money to sustain him since he rarely spends money anyway. So, he owns an RV that he travels around in, customized to suit his needs, plus several outfits.
A
necklace that he never, ever takes off.
Appearance: Sebastian doesn't very much care for clothes so, as a result, his closet is full of a lot of dark colors. Black slacks and jeans, black t-shirts and sweaters, a black leather jacket, even black socks and underwear. He does have a pair of black glasses that he wears, because for some reason, he likes them. He enjoys nibbling on the ends of them. He has a couple of darker colors besides black, but not many. His skin seems to always have a light tan to it, a result of his mother being Middle Eastern, though he takes after his father. Even in bone structure, but he does have his mother's dark eyes.
He has dark hair that is cut shorter on the sides, the top pushed back with his fingers often. Grey can be seen throughout the dark brown of it. He always has a beard, which is more grey than brown, darker around his mouth. He has a lean and muscular body type, and he unknowingly improves it through his darker choices in clothes. He, naturally, has scars. Having lived as long as he has, he hasn't always avoided hunters. He has a long, jagged scar on his left arm, going from his elbow to his wrist. That had been a nasty fight. He has a couple more small ones scattered, but his biggest one was a nasty bullet scar on his chest, right beside his heart.
Overall, Sebastian doesn't really care what he looks like. Just if he's comfortable.
Other:
Known languages (writing, reading, and speaking): English, Tibetan, Hungarian, Arabic, Chinese, and Spanish.
History: Sebastian has lived a long,
long life. He can't recall all of it, but he can recall the things that shaped him into the being he is today. Born around 1200, Sebastian came into the world during a religious war that set Christians and Muslims apart. Though, somehow, his parents found love through it all. His father was English, his mother Middle Eastern. That didn't mean his childhood was free of tension, though. He felt stuck in the middle of his parents, stuck between two different backgrounds. Instead of turning to one religion, or embracing both, he shunned it altogether. He saw how religion torn people, families, apart. Even his parents struggled at times. He wanted no part in it. He spoke against the crusades, against religion itself, for all his human life. Fighting in the name of religion was bad, no matter what side a person was on.
Once he was old enough, he said heartfelt goodbyes to his parents, and left. He wanted to travel the world, see something other than war and heartache. He wanted to find somewhere he could feel at peace. He ended up in Transylvania when that fateful night happened. The night he was changed into something other than a human. He had unknowingly befriended a vampire, even grew close to him, and the vampire didn't want to risk losing that closeness. His name had been Gerald Petrov, a detail Sebastian has never forgotten. A vampire never forgets the name of the one who changed them.
Once Sebastian found out the truth, and was forcibly changed, he was angry. He didn't ask for it, he didn't even want it. He was content in his life, having traveled the world, met many different people. He was almost forty, and he was fine with getting older. He ripped Gerald's head off the next chance he got, and never looked back.
For a long time, he was an animal. He stayed in the shadows, watching the world grow and go by, and killed. He didn't just drain people. The longer his life went on, the more he found himself fascinated by the different ways people screamed, or the sounds their bones made when broken. He had a few close calls with hunters, but he always won in the end. Always enjoyed watching the life bleed from a priest's eyes. He would taunt them, ask them where their God was now, ask them if they could see the light. He
loved destroying lives.
Then, something shifted inside of himself. Being a heartless animal for so long... for hundreds of years... he accepted he would always be one. It was 1901, in Spain, when he found her. As cheesy as it sounded, he called her his heart. She had been the thing that had been missing from his tiring life. She breathed humanity back into him, taught him kindness and gentleness again, loved him for who and
what he was. He can still see her, on the first night they met. She hadn't been scared of him, not when he flashed his fangs or snarled at her. She had been concerned, curious, loving, even. She spoke to him like he was a person, rather than a monster.
Valentina Olivia Orizaga was a blessing, and Sebastian had never believed in those until the moment he met her. She was his angel, the only true one to ever exist. And he killed her. They had been together for almost two years. Earlier that year, she had been dropping hints at being changed, to be like him. She had experienced his bite; she begged for it during their lovemaking, and it intensified it for them both. He had always been careful, never taken too much, and been in control.
Something was different the night it happened, though. He hadn't eaten in a few days. She had gotten him on a diet of animals and nasty humans, ones who sat in the shadows and waited for unsuspecting women to pass. She was always the bait, and if he killed the man that attempted to touch her slowly and painfully, that was his business and nobody else's. He thought he had been okay. They were in the throes of passion when he sunk his fangs into her neck. Her blood was sweet, like her.
He hadn't stopped himself in time, and drained her completely. He almost couldn't believe he did it. He was in such shock, he sat there for hours, staring at her lifeless form. She was gone. Really, truly gone, because of him. It suddenly hit him he could change her, have her again. He ripped open his wrist with his fangs and rubbed it against her chilled lips. He waited... and waited... nothing happened. He tried again... still nothing. He had waited too long. He screamed, he broke things, he sobbed, he held her limp form and wondered why. Why did he find something so pure and ruin it?
Because he was a monster, and that was it. He had found a peace he had been searching for, for so long, and took it away from himself. He almost became the thing he was before, but her quiet voice was in his head, telling him he was not a mindless beast. He could still think, he still had choices, he still had life. So, he ran off, in search of something, anything. He found himself in Tibet, where he settled down to become a monk. He learned to find peace within himself, to find quiet in the outside world, and most of all, to control his baser urges.
He was trying to do better, like Valentina said he could. Many years passed, the monks never questioning why he didn't age, just quietly letting him live beside them. He eventually forgave himself for Valentina, though to this day, he still feels intense sadness over it. In 1950, Sebastian's monastery was invaded by Chinese rebels; he saw his fellow monks get slaughtered. He killed every rebel and fled. The peace he had been searching for and found, shattered again.
He was
tired of it. He arrived in America and isolated himself for a long time afterward. Living off of animals, sometimes a hiker or two. In 1969, he moved around a little, still keeping to the shadows. He happened upon some sort of festival, with loud music and lots of warm, happy bodies. He had had humans before that were on drugs, but something was different this time. There were so many, and the buzz he got from them helped him forget, for a while, everything he kept losing. He got addicted to drug addict's blood.
For years, he'd linger in crime-ridden places, filling himself of drug addicts and enjoying the results. In 2010, he nearly got killed. He had been dodging hunters since he was changed into a vampire. It came with the territory. This one, though, nearly got him. She was an expert, that much was obvious. She left a nasty scar on his chest, right by his heart. He had been fast enough to just miss her bullet, that tore through him and nearly nicked his heart. He had experienced pain as a vampire before; being burned by holy water, cut by a stake, stung by silver. This was almost unbearable pain. It took all his strength to get away from the hunter, to flee and hide. It took him weeks to recover, hiding in an abandoned warehouse, feeding off of rats and the occasional hobo.
He wasn't sure what that bullet packed, but it made him sick. He kept dry-heaving, heavy breathing, getting the shakes, having
fever dreams which he was pretty sure wasn't normal. He saw Valentina, though. She cried and expressed to him how she had been so happy he found peace within him, but let himself lose it again. She begged him to become better, to be the
man she knew him capable of. He promised her, that if he lived through this, he would. He would try his damnedest to settle down and be something more than just a walking, snarling monster.
He did make it. He pulled through, surprising himself. He had to keep his promise to Valentina. He owed that much to her. Even if it was just his imagination... he knew that would be what she asked, anyway. He couldn't back away from the promise. He traveled some more, let himself go out into the real world, catch up on the news, the advancements, what human life was like. It was hard, at first, but he remembered his training to be a monk, and practiced it again.
He had seen so much, and missed so much. The advancements amazed him. Today, though, everything blended together. So many memories were blurry, but some were still crystal clear. Like Valentina's face. He still struggles, with finding his inner peace and holding onto his humanity, but he's trying. He stumbled upon the town of Middleborough just a couple months ago. He liked their way of life. It was what he had been attempting to find for a while now. He does wonder if he'll lose this hope, too.
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