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The Depths Of Hell - No Longer Accepting!

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The Depths Of Hell - No Longer Accepting!

Sabastian Matthews

Name:
Sabastian Matthews
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Presently

He never had white hair when he was younger. Around the age of 16 it had begun to turn white. He found out that in his genetics premature grey hair ran in his family, starting with his great-grandfather. Despite that his stumble of a beard remains light brown. He stands roughly at 6'3" and 200lbs with an athletic build. Usually he can be seen wearing brown boots, black army pants that he picks up from surplus stores, brown or white shirts and a red or black jacket.

Sin: Wrath
Personality:
He is quite the optimistic one, trying to see the positive side of things rather than the negative. Sabastian is able to keep things alive through his energetic and welcoming aura and his eccentric attitude about life. However, after taking the artifact of wrath, his disposition has slowly started changing, going from the "glass-half-full" attitude to a more "glass-half-empty" view. He has become a bit more temperamental and cynical towards life, and even more so violent. Sabastian has caught himself lashing out as of late, immediately apologizing to those around him but the further they delve into the depths of hell, the worse he is becoming. The power over one of nature's elements has slowly been going to his head, worming his way into his personality and infecting his mind. He is becoming his own enemy.
Fears:
The fear of dying and remaining in hell is the most present fear he has gained. That, or losing himself to the madness of power stemming from the wrath artifact.
Biography:
Ah the college years, he first met his friends at a frat house party, seen playing beer pong, but with shots. He was the kid that puked on the officers foot at the end of the night and attempted to run away, only to slam his head into the cruisers quarter panel. That was fun explaining to his parents. But Sabastian was more than that. He partied as hard as he worked, elevating him self to the fourth of his graduating class despite his head being filled with hops and fermented corn. On occasions he would hold group studies with them or invite them to his rental house, paid for by his father and mother.

But outside of college is where his friendship with them took off and it started with the death of his father. A drunk driver took his father out when he was returning home from a double at his job. Sabastian was a wreck and in a drunken stupor attempted to commit suicide via a bullet to the brain. No one knew where to find him and had gotten the police involved but it was his friends, specifically his crush, that managed to find him as the rest followed suit. They stood by him throughout his grieving and it drew him closer to them. A few years after that they could be seen doing many things.

Their friendship was etched into stone when this event arose, saving one of his friends from a near death moment. However, he had blacked out at that point, the point he had took possession of wrath. His fate is yet to be determined as is his mental health. A lot can happen in a short frame of time, but a lot more can happen in the depths of the seven circles of the Fallen's dwelling.

Empowered! A "Realistic" Superhuman Roleplay

sounds different. What are your power limitations? Have to ask.

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FIRST ASSUALT!

Evil Academia Squad

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Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

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@Jedly

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PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

Azrael: Mission One

Azrael stood next to his colleagues, adorning one of his many alias Thomas Crawford, an older gentleman who was stern but kind. He wore a pair of brown dress shoes, khaki slacks, a white shirt with matching brown sweater vest and tie. Upon his head was a light brown fedora and in his hands a cane. He followed the usual routine that came with the church, though, a few parts when they had to kneel, he kept his face hidden so his smirk could come through easily. There were a few things they did wrong but he kept it to himself. Participation was key and blending in even more so. Much time and effort had been given in order to get the lead necessary for this possible takedown and he would not be the one to compromise it.

He watched in 'awe' as the children were healed, clapping along with the rest of the sheep in the church. His smile and slight jaw drop adding to the old man's amazement. Soon enough Pastor Todd Goodfellow noticed them and called them forward. He slowly got up, using the back of the pew in front of him as a railing of sorts to stand. He brought his cane to his right hand and made his way up with the rest of his comrades. He licked his dry lips and stepped forward. "Good evening Father. My name is Thomas, Thomas Crawford. To see what you did for those kids was, heh, was definitely a Godsend. Never thought in my 60 odd years of livin' I'd see anything like it." He nodded in his own silent approval.