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| Name |
Sebastian Vincent Kincaid
Bloody Bastian
That Bastard Bastian
Bloody Bastian
That Bastard Bastian
| Age |
332
Born 1686
Died 1722
Born 1686
Died 1722
| Gender |
Male
| Species |
Vampire
| Nationality |
English/French parentage and born in Nassau
| Personality
Sebastian has gotten by in life due to his ability to his resilience and his ability to adapt and survive. He has deep and unwavering loyalty to the rare person who can earn his respect, and is fiercely protective of anyone he cares about. He has a great capacity for violence, and while not as savage and cruel as he once was he will not hesitate to shed blood when needed; the wrath of both a pirate and a vampire can be a fearsome one. While his temper has cooled quite a bit over the years when set off Sebastian can be incredibly cruel, he is not the forgiving type, Bastian prefers to get even. He has never been the type to show fear or weakness, things like that were sure to get you killed in his time, and complaining about things that cannot be changed are a waste of time and energy to him.
Although he’s not above lying and decent when useful to him he tends to be both blunt and tactless. His more fearsome and intense side is usually lingering just beneath the surface, and without threat or reason to he is usually a jovial and boisterous guy. He likes to have a good time; share a few drinks and dirty jokes, he likes to make people laugh and, for him, there’s nothing better than a wild night. He’s headstrong and arrogant, impulsive and lacking in inhibition. He doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about the future, living very much in the now, and doing whatever seems like the most fun in the moment. He doesn’t dwell on his past, there’s no point in worrying over the lives he’s taken, and what keeps him from murdering is simply his interest in remaining apart of the coven and having just enough common sense to not draw too much hunter attention.
Although he’s not above lying and decent when useful to him he tends to be both blunt and tactless. His more fearsome and intense side is usually lingering just beneath the surface, and without threat or reason to he is usually a jovial and boisterous guy. He likes to have a good time; share a few drinks and dirty jokes, he likes to make people laugh and, for him, there’s nothing better than a wild night. He’s headstrong and arrogant, impulsive and lacking in inhibition. He doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about the future, living very much in the now, and doing whatever seems like the most fun in the moment. He doesn’t dwell on his past, there’s no point in worrying over the lives he’s taken, and what keeps him from murdering is simply his interest in remaining apart of the coven and having just enough common sense to not draw too much hunter attention.
| Equipment |
Fangs-the only weapon he really needs
His one true love, Vera, a restored ’67 Mustang
His one true love, Vera, a restored ’67 Mustang
| Appearance |
Bastian stands at 6', broad shoulders and a muscular build Sebastian is an imposing figure to most mortals. His dark hair, which in the past was kept long, is know just beyond jaw length, and his facial hair is normally kept short. His bright blue eyes are piercing and always somewhat predatory, although his charming aura quickly invites people in. His once tan skin is now pale from centuries without sun, and is marked by dozens of scars from his time hunting hunters; various scars from arrows, stakes, and silver blades mare his arms, legs, and torso. Having been sired at thirty six he is eternally that age but many of his old pirate scars and signs of aging healed faded when he joined the ranks of the undead, the scars he gained as a vampire, however, remain. He dresses casually, favoring dark colors, layers, and leather.
| Other |
He loves music, movies, books, rum, muscle cars, and modern technology. He loves new things, anything that’s new when you’ve been around as long as he is a great find. When he does need to fight or kill he prefers to do so without a weapon, up close and personal. He has a considerable amount of wealth squirreled away in various accounts all over the world, having lived for over three centuries he's made sure he'll never be poor again. He loves to sing old songs and tell old stories after a few drinks and still enjoys a good cigar.
| History |
Born in a brothel on the port city of Nassau, an infamous pirate stronghold in the Caribbean. His mother died during child birth but the rest of the women in the brothel helped to raise him, instead of one mother he ended up with many. Although he never met his father the women entertained him with bedtime stories of his father, a brave swashbuckler and fearsome pirate, having all sorts of adventures on the open seas. When he was old enough he spent the day doing various chores and pickpocketing to earn his keep. He played with the various other bastard children that hung around the brothel and dreamed of a life on the open sea. Sure, his childhood wasn’t exactly ideal but Sebastian had no real complaints. He learned all he could from the pirates and sailors that came and went from the port before joining a crew at the age fourteen. Bastian left home for the first time with three goals; to become a great pirate, to make a living, and to see the world.
He worked hard as the ship’s cook, having learned many a culinary trick or two from the working women who raised him, and trained hard with the other men to improve his skill with a sword and his aim with a pistol. After a few rough nights, Bastian quickly developed his sea legs, he impressed his peers with his hard work, loyalty, and bravery. He remembers his first attack, when they boarded another ship, all hell broke out and he took his first of many lives. His first kill was the only time he hesitated, if only for a second, and the guilt he drank away with whiskey and rum. After that his crew was his family, he never hesitated to defend them or to kill for them. Taking what he needed to survive had been a necessity all his life; from picking pockets to taking lives, Sebastian did what was necessary for his survival. During his time on the sea he rubbed shoulders with the likes of Stede Bonnet, Charles Vane, Calico Jack Rackham, Anne Bonney, and Blackbeard.
He became a skilled sailor, as well as being known for his ferocity in battle, earning himself the name Bloody Bastian, and eventually became one of the Boatswain for Bartholomew Roberts, or Black Bart. He was there the day the Swallow attacked, drunk yes but not too far gone to do his job unfortunately the same couldn’t be said for many of the men. Their captain was killed, the crew captured and many were sentenced to either jail or death. He escaped death by signing up for indentured servitude and then escaping. Bastian, a lifelong wanderer could think of nowhere he’d rather be than his home in Nassau. Sadly, for him, things were no longer the same, and never would be with the British taking control of the Caribbean. He spent several months drinking his senses away until the fateful night that a woman he’d never seen before lured him into an alley way. Bastian found himself completely enchanted by her, to point where he didn’t even feel her teeth penetrate his neck.
He awoke that night in dark room with an insatiable hunger that never left him. Moving faster than he ever had in his life he snatched a rat from the floor and ripped into it with his newly discovered fangs. His eyes adjusted to the dark like they never had before and he noticed the same woman from the night before, Eva, a woman already a few centuries his senior who had chosen him as a member of her coven. Although hesitant at first, he understood that his old way of life was ending, and being unable to go out into the sun ruled out sailing for him anyway. He accepted his place in her coven. They fed when hungry; Bastian found human blood significantly more palatable than rodent, and took what they needed. Slipping into the role of vampire came as easily to him as piracy had; when alive he rarely paid much consideration to his fellow man so why should that change after his death?
Other coven members came and went but through the decades Sebastian stayed loyal to his sire. He killed for her, he loved her in an unhealthy and all-consuming way and would have gladly died for her but she would have it the other way. One night when cornered by hunters she gave her life so that he could escape. As he fled the hunters burned her alive, he couldn’t see it nor could he hear her cries but the smell of a burning vampire carried by the wind was unmistakable. For the first time in his life he was completely alone, no one to serve or makeshift family to show him how to be.
Sebastian wandered, filled with rage and confusion, and he tore through any hunter he could find. He tried to cleanse his sorrow with blood until became convinced that there wasn’t enough blood in the world to wash away the grief he felt. He was attacked in France by large party of hunters, he barely managed to escape into sewers, pulling dozens of stakes and arrows from his body, weakened to the point where he couldn’t even hunt. For the second time as a vampire he was forced to eat rats. As he slowly regained strength he realized he couldn’t throw his life away after someone had given their life for him. He needed to keep surviving and to find something new worth living for.
He remembered dreaming, as a young man, to see the world, to explore and discover. He traveled and along the way spent his time in the bars, pubs, and taverns around the world. He got to know so many different kinds of people and developed an interest and respect in his fellow man that he’d never had before. While he still hunted and enjoyed a good kill he no longer took more than he needed and much of his cruelty was tempered out of him. From time to time he would sire a vampire of his own, a friend or lover, a vampire companion to whom he could relate. Some would simple grow apart from him while others would succumb to hunters or the loneliness that plague his kind.
He enjoyed watching the world grow and change, he made every attempt to stay a part of the world as it did, throwing himself into new roles. Many lives as revolutionaries all over the world, fighting to overthrow cruel governments, time spent running wild in the old west, as a bootlegger during prohibition era America. He followed any group that reminded him of the pirate lifestyle he missed. He watched the world change completely and the more modern the world became the more accessible things for vampires became.
Soon information was so readily available he became more educated than he had ever dreamed of; an illiterate orphan, raised in a brothel, could now learn anything he desired with a single device. Then there was the literature, movies, cars, technology, and best of all the music. There was always something new to hold his interest, to discover, and consume. Sebastian indulged in everything around him, he kept moving from place to place and by the time he ended up somewhere he’d already been it was practically new again. He made temporary connections to the mortals around him and leaving always got a little harder but time spent with his own kind seemed to make him revert to a more reckless and animalist version of himself.
Eventually he found the coven in Middleborough, the vampire’s there were different from the one’s he had known. They seemed more in control, more grounded but their agreement to not kill seemed a bit too far for him. Animal blood was barely palatable, although watered down with enough alcohol almost made it bearable, but having a group who could feel like family, those of his own kind, made the sacrifice worth it. He does however, on occasion, like to steal blood from local hospitals to avoid drinking animal blood.
He worked hard as the ship’s cook, having learned many a culinary trick or two from the working women who raised him, and trained hard with the other men to improve his skill with a sword and his aim with a pistol. After a few rough nights, Bastian quickly developed his sea legs, he impressed his peers with his hard work, loyalty, and bravery. He remembers his first attack, when they boarded another ship, all hell broke out and he took his first of many lives. His first kill was the only time he hesitated, if only for a second, and the guilt he drank away with whiskey and rum. After that his crew was his family, he never hesitated to defend them or to kill for them. Taking what he needed to survive had been a necessity all his life; from picking pockets to taking lives, Sebastian did what was necessary for his survival. During his time on the sea he rubbed shoulders with the likes of Stede Bonnet, Charles Vane, Calico Jack Rackham, Anne Bonney, and Blackbeard.
He became a skilled sailor, as well as being known for his ferocity in battle, earning himself the name Bloody Bastian, and eventually became one of the Boatswain for Bartholomew Roberts, or Black Bart. He was there the day the Swallow attacked, drunk yes but not too far gone to do his job unfortunately the same couldn’t be said for many of the men. Their captain was killed, the crew captured and many were sentenced to either jail or death. He escaped death by signing up for indentured servitude and then escaping. Bastian, a lifelong wanderer could think of nowhere he’d rather be than his home in Nassau. Sadly, for him, things were no longer the same, and never would be with the British taking control of the Caribbean. He spent several months drinking his senses away until the fateful night that a woman he’d never seen before lured him into an alley way. Bastian found himself completely enchanted by her, to point where he didn’t even feel her teeth penetrate his neck.
He awoke that night in dark room with an insatiable hunger that never left him. Moving faster than he ever had in his life he snatched a rat from the floor and ripped into it with his newly discovered fangs. His eyes adjusted to the dark like they never had before and he noticed the same woman from the night before, Eva, a woman already a few centuries his senior who had chosen him as a member of her coven. Although hesitant at first, he understood that his old way of life was ending, and being unable to go out into the sun ruled out sailing for him anyway. He accepted his place in her coven. They fed when hungry; Bastian found human blood significantly more palatable than rodent, and took what they needed. Slipping into the role of vampire came as easily to him as piracy had; when alive he rarely paid much consideration to his fellow man so why should that change after his death?
Other coven members came and went but through the decades Sebastian stayed loyal to his sire. He killed for her, he loved her in an unhealthy and all-consuming way and would have gladly died for her but she would have it the other way. One night when cornered by hunters she gave her life so that he could escape. As he fled the hunters burned her alive, he couldn’t see it nor could he hear her cries but the smell of a burning vampire carried by the wind was unmistakable. For the first time in his life he was completely alone, no one to serve or makeshift family to show him how to be.
Sebastian wandered, filled with rage and confusion, and he tore through any hunter he could find. He tried to cleanse his sorrow with blood until became convinced that there wasn’t enough blood in the world to wash away the grief he felt. He was attacked in France by large party of hunters, he barely managed to escape into sewers, pulling dozens of stakes and arrows from his body, weakened to the point where he couldn’t even hunt. For the second time as a vampire he was forced to eat rats. As he slowly regained strength he realized he couldn’t throw his life away after someone had given their life for him. He needed to keep surviving and to find something new worth living for.
He remembered dreaming, as a young man, to see the world, to explore and discover. He traveled and along the way spent his time in the bars, pubs, and taverns around the world. He got to know so many different kinds of people and developed an interest and respect in his fellow man that he’d never had before. While he still hunted and enjoyed a good kill he no longer took more than he needed and much of his cruelty was tempered out of him. From time to time he would sire a vampire of his own, a friend or lover, a vampire companion to whom he could relate. Some would simple grow apart from him while others would succumb to hunters or the loneliness that plague his kind.
He enjoyed watching the world grow and change, he made every attempt to stay a part of the world as it did, throwing himself into new roles. Many lives as revolutionaries all over the world, fighting to overthrow cruel governments, time spent running wild in the old west, as a bootlegger during prohibition era America. He followed any group that reminded him of the pirate lifestyle he missed. He watched the world change completely and the more modern the world became the more accessible things for vampires became.
Soon information was so readily available he became more educated than he had ever dreamed of; an illiterate orphan, raised in a brothel, could now learn anything he desired with a single device. Then there was the literature, movies, cars, technology, and best of all the music. There was always something new to hold his interest, to discover, and consume. Sebastian indulged in everything around him, he kept moving from place to place and by the time he ended up somewhere he’d already been it was practically new again. He made temporary connections to the mortals around him and leaving always got a little harder but time spent with his own kind seemed to make him revert to a more reckless and animalist version of himself.
Eventually he found the coven in Middleborough, the vampire’s there were different from the one’s he had known. They seemed more in control, more grounded but their agreement to not kill seemed a bit too far for him. Animal blood was barely palatable, although watered down with enough alcohol almost made it bearable, but having a group who could feel like family, those of his own kind, made the sacrifice worth it. He does however, on occasion, like to steal blood from local hospitals to avoid drinking animal blood.
