Sebastian Wilkes
Jan 17, 2013 13:14:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2013 13:14:57 GMT -5
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Species: Dulcian/Human
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Busker
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Sebastian stands at 5'11" and weighs roughly 160lbs. A lot of his weight could be muscle, though his love of sugar is beginning to make him softer around the middle and, subsequently, a little bit self-conscious. He wears a lot of looser shirts to compensate.
His eyes are hazel, usually squinted slightly as though he's looking into the sun. He has a rounded jaw, dry lips (constantly being licked to wet them), and thick eyebrows. Being a wanderer, his face can go unshaven for days at a time. Overall, he's quite handsome, and he knows it, except he doesn't really care. He's only rarely conscious of his appearance when it starts to affect him negatively.
Personality:Sebastian is naturally docile, preferring a quieter lifestyle to the people that surround him. He is most comfortable in silence or when the only noise is music. When he speaks, it is softly and usually a question, or it is through song. He has an inquisitive mind, but he lacks the motivation to go out and actively seek answers. He doesn't like to chase what he wants, which is useful because what he wants most is easy enough to come by -- sunsets and acoustic music. His burning curiosity, mixed with how lazy he is, has been attributed to his human bloodline.
Oftentimes he's described as gullible or stupid, because he accepts things almost immediately. It is incredibly difficult to get him angry and, because of this, people think he's weak. If someone tells him that something is true, then he believes it to be true until it is proven otherwise. This is generally because of the Dulcian in his blood, as well as his carefree nature. He is, however, incredibly fast with patterns and remembering things, he just never finds the desire to display his skill.
Sebastian doesn't have many friends. He doesn't usually stay in one place for too long. When people meet him, they're always the ones to make the first move, because he would rather sit, staring. Usually his comfort with silence scares people off, despite his general air of calm and friendliness. It's their choice whether they want to get to know him well enough. Most stick around because of his ability to play the guitar so well.
Calm | Quiet | Lazy | Curious | Musical | Wanderer | Gullible
History:Sebastian doesn't know too much about his father, who gave him his Dulcian qualities. His mother, a rather bohemian woman who may or may not have been smoking suspicious things at the time, gave birth to him and raised him on her own. It wasn't known that his father was of a different species until Sebastian went to the doctor for the first time and he was found to have two hearts. He was kept to have tests done on him, but his mother took him and raised him without the help of professionals.
Sebastian grew up to be a fairly average person, despite the lack of proper authority figures in his life. His mother raised him to appreciate the smaller things in life and to travel as much as possible. She instilled the value of music and silence and light. Unfortunately, she also made him quite lazy and he's never been able to shake his distaste for doing anything productive.
He moved to London at the end of 2011, managing to get in on a temporary visa. It has expired since then, but he can't bring himself to leave the country. He lives in various hostels throughout London, making money by busking. He's been caught busking without a permit several times and almost got sent to prison twice when they found that he had an expired visa. He managed to escape before anything serious happened.
Additional medical information:Allergic to cat fur, very slightly deaf in his left ear
Role Play Sample:[Is this alright? I've not done a roleplay sample in so long. Sorry!]
There were many things to like about London, he supposed. During the summer, there were emerald parks and kites and warm spots to play music. During winter, there were oversized jumpers and cuddles and snow. Then, he supposed, that those wintery things were more enjoyable if you had a place to spend them and someone to spend them with. Winters weren't enjoyable when you could fit every possession you owned across your own back.
He sat against a brick wall, fingers plucking at his guitar strings, trying to ward off the cold and the imminent threat of arthritis. In front of him, legs passed clad in thick fabric, busy feet crunching through melting snow. He'd managed to salvage a milk crate and rested on it cautiously, knowing that at any minute he could sway and fall.
Refuge came in the form of a small blonde girl bundled in a shiny pink parka. She smiled shyly at him, watching as he played. He gave her an awkward half-smile and nodded a greeting, before starting something she'd be familiar with. The girl made a small noise in the back of her throat, then dashed away to her mother, who had stopped a few feet away to use her phone. There was a brief scuffle, the clink of change, then the girl was back in front of him, putting a handful of coins into his guitar case.
It was just over six pounds in small change, but when Sebastian looked up again to thank her, fingers still playing, he noted that she was gone, dragged away by the hand. He stopped playing and began packing up instead. This last bit of change would be enough to get him something to eat. It'd be enough to get him inside and out of the cold.