ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 :
𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :
ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :
𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :
𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :
Sebastian’s build is pretty average but built in specific areas, mainly the legs. From this, you can tell that he is use to running a lot and he has done a lot of physical labor in the past. His skin is paler than normal, specifically, his arms. His eyes shine a very unnatural gold that seems very unique and clashes with his dark blue hair.
ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :
Sebastian does his very best to keep his emotions in check but that can be difficult at times. His base state of being is calm, at least on the surface. At his worse, he is irritable, cold and keeps himself away from everyone. At his best, he appears pretty brotherly if you’re one of his “friends”. Causing himself harm on a day-to-day basis has made his hands a bit numb and in turn, unless he is ripped asunder, he tends to slightly enjoy the pain. The only thing he can’t stand is someone close to him being hurt. If that happens, he won’t stop until the “thing” responsible is dead.
ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :
It had been a little over two weeks since he last knew rest. Sebastian was on the run, blood dripping and very much out of breath. A few weeks, honestly, felt like a few years. Far away from “home” and away from his family, he had only one goal in mind. Finally, he was cornered. Three individuals surrounded him. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he couldn’t resist and he let loose his power. Everything faded in a flash of white and silence envelopes his form. Suddenly, Sebastian awakes in a strange place. Cold. New. Nowhere near where he was before. USARILN East. He didn’t ask many questions, he could figure out what happened and from there, Sebastian knew his goal would soon be reached.
𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 : Blood Conductor
Blood Conductor, named specifically for how he moves when uses the ability. By cutting his finger tips, in a nonchalant fashion, Sebastian flings the blood from his fingers toward his enemy. The blood solidifies and upon impact, feels like being shot by a bullet. If it damages the target, the wound will refuse to close or clot for several hours unless healing magic is applied. It also directly interferes with regeneration factors and magical healing that isn't instantaneous--will slow it down. The only limitation is his own blood, making it dangerous to use too much. His maximum firing range is around 50m. Beyond the 50m limit, the bullet just flops to the ground as a small splash/scatter of blood. He can only fire one bullet at a time
𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :
The people are frightened and hide for their lives. Danger approaches around the corner, seeking their lives. There is no hope, until I arrive. I step onto the scene; hope, suddenly, fills the hearts of the people. The danger now knows fear as I smile and end them. The people cheer, and I smile more, content with the safety. I return home, warm and safe. My sister’s smile welcoming me. “I dreamed a dream for me to see and now the dream has come to be.”
ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :
The people are frightened and hide for their lives. Danger approaches in form of I, who seeks to end their lives. There is no hope, my footfalls leaving death. My vision is clouded but i can hear the hearts of the people as they cry for mercy. I smile as I devour their souls all for the purpose that I am here. My sister’s smile is what matters the most and anyone who would cause that to disappear will find that they, too, will disappear. “I dreamed a dream for me to be untouchable for all to see, and now that dream is further than i can see. You can help me by dying--please?”
𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :
𝕊 𝕥 𝕚 𝕘 𝕞 𝕒 :
His guilt weighs heavy on his mind. The fear of rejection, the guilt of a killer, the guilt of leaving someone he cared for behind. A voice echos out that he’ll always be alone, always be a killer; always a villain and never the hero.
𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :
𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :