Sebastien Stone

[dominus]

you're my brand of heroin ,
Sebastien Stone


"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Sebastien Stone
alias: Seb
age: 51
birthday: 28th February
affiliation: Nomadic
status: Carnivore Vampire

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: Narrow, bright blue eyes. He always wears eyeliner.
hair: Black, almost shoulder length hair, straightened into individual downward pointing 'spikes'.
height: 6'2"
weight: 12st. (BMI of 21.6)
distinguishing features: Black and white flaming skull on his right forearm.
general appearance: Tall and skinny, Sebastien often wears clothes that fit his body snugly, he does favor loose T-shirts and particularly likes wearing black converse.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes: Lollipops (Though he never swallows.), singing, playing guitar, playing bass, playing drums, reading, writing, speaking Italian, speaking Spanish, speaking French and speaking Russian.
dislikes: Violin, Marmite, Fear of the dark, Mr.T, Elmo, Nightlights, Schizophrenics (More uncomfortable than disliking), Asylums, Knives, Pens and Fire
ambitions: To be accepted by a social group. His father abused him and claimed that he was nothing, Seb feels the need to prove him wrong, even beyond the grave.
abilities: The ability to sing beautifully, Intelligent and slightly subliminal song writing, Fluent in 4 languages (And one perfectly) and finds it easy to blend into that culture.
secrets: Killed his entire family in less than 2 minutes, is still a virgin, has published many books under the pseudonym “Baron von Vadeham”.
personality: Bleak and yet playful, Sebastien is a nice person to be around, majority of the time. He has turns where he becomes serious and disastrously depressing, but since his time at the asylum curing his schizophrenia, these are few and far between. Rarely enraged unless someone he is close to is threatened, many find him a pleasurable companion.
He pours his emotion out through prose and song, adept at both and well known to be a talented songwriter, he puts pen(cil) to paper and writes from the heart, words flowing naturally as if his hand is possessed by his soul. He is disturbed by his early past involving his family, however, and has told no one what he has done. Maybe one day he will tell the girl he falls for, but he thinks this is unlikely.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: Eliah Stone – Deceased
father: Robert Stone – Deceased
siblings: Isabella Stone (Sister) – Deceased
others: N/A
history: Born to a French mother and English father, Sebastien was born to a mixed culture. However much she cared and loved for him, Eliah Stone was weak and Robert regularly beat and berated her for being “A stupid, selfish cow”. When he was 6, Seb’s father began his slow torment of him. This would start with “playful” kicks and slaps which became more forceful when he whimpered and more purposeful as he aged.
When he was 15 he began rebelling against his mother smothering and his father’s abuse, regularly going out and smoking, drinking and having fun with the bad kids from the neighbourhood. This carried on for 4 years until one night a vampire paid them a visit. As he ran, the vampire laughed, giggled and taunted; he wasn’t a newbie. Caught outside his house, the vamp began to feed. However, another vampire stalked up to make her claim. The two of them fought into the distance, leaving with Sebastien with venom in the little blood he had left.
After he turned he immediately reacted to the sound of a slap, smashing glass and a woman’s scream. He burst through the door, bounding into the kitchen. He pounced on the man, ripping out his jugular and feeding feverishly. Once he was drained he turned to the woman, piercing her neck and sucking her blood from her body. Once he was done with her, he heard the music upstairs. The 15 year old girl was dancing in a t-shirt and pants. As she turned to yell at him to get out, she screamed as he glided towards her. As he finished feeding on her he collapsed onto the bed, head in hands, tearing at his eyes and his hair. He had just killed his entire family. Why? And what the hell for?
Over the next 30 years he began to realise and accept what he is. Though he has never come to terms with the slaughter of his family, he has fully understood the vampire community and openly accepts their existence, whilst not being stupid enough to fully reveal it.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

player: Ripley/Shorty
age: 16
member title: Sabre Toothed-Hobbit
password: Pure
anything else: My left cheek is numb.
rp sample:

Sebastien wandered down the street on a cold winter’s evening. The wind blew and yet he felt no cold as his bare arms took the chill. He was in a T-Shirt which had a picture of one of the Muppets climbing the Eiffel Tower and he glanced up as he saw the tower itself on the skyline. It was quiet. Too quiet. “Nothing’s too quiet.” He reminded himself grim as ever. “Sometimes silence can be a good thing.” His mind said hopefully. He face said differently. He looked dour and dark yet behind his eyes was a sparkle that would emerge to one lucky enough. Someone like him. He turned the lollipop with his tongue before his jaw clamped back around the stick. He turned a corner into an alleyway and noticed the homeless man sitting at the edge of the exit. He glanced up and then along. When he got to the end, so stealthy he was silent, he dragged the man back quick as a flash, crushing his windpipe brutally as he went to drink him dry. It wasn’t exactly pure, but it was blood all the same. He had figured that the homeless were the most “humane” targets. Nobody to miss them. Nobody to care once they were gone. No one to care while they were there.

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight seriescopyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH.

[RYAN]

accepted