Post by Sebastian Warrens on Sept 29, 2011 1:35:02 GMT -5
SEBASTIAN JAMES WARRENS
You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a sh*t
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me till you're drunk
And I'll show you
You want the moves like Jagger
character basics
NICKNAMES: Seb, Sebby (Liam only)
AGE: Sixteen
BIRTHDAY: April 19th
SCHOOL: Dalton Academy
OCCUPATION Student
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Grant Gustinappearance
Sebastian Warrens stands at 6'1", with short brown hair that is usually kept in a stylishly unkempt look. He really doesn't do much with it, and doesn't spend time on his hair in the morning. His skin is on the paler side, not a fan of tanning. And his eyes are a cool hazel color. When not dressed in his Warblers uniform, Sebastian ops for a more casual look, jeans and t shirts, comfortable shoes. He has one birthmark, on his lower back, but it is faded and pink.personality
Sebastian is an only child, and because of that fact, Mr. Warrens has a strong sense of entitlement. His entire life he has never really had to share much, and when he wanted to get rid of something, he made the choice himself. To this day Sebastian has a bit of a territorial view of his things. Whats his is his. And if he sees something he wants, he goes for it. He can be very stubborn in his passion for things, and hardly ever listens to the word 'No'. There is nothing he hates more than not being able tp pursue something, finding more thrill in the chase, but it does feel good to actually win the prize.
There is a great amount of confidence in Sebastian. He is very sure of himself and his abilities and is always willing to put them out there. Because of this confidence, Sebastian has a devil may care attitude about some things, though he is not reckless, more cunning. Sebastian has been in the performing arts his entire life, and knows what it means to want to be on top, and is not afraid to scheme a little.
A more subtle side to Sebastian his is flirtatiousness. He's very charming, and can talk the pants of almost anyone. He's a teenage boy, and hormonal at that, so it's quite safe to assume he enjoys sex and intimacy. Hell, even a nice make out session. Though he is form in his belief that he is not a slut, more of a homme fatale, if you will.family & history
Father: alexander warrens - architect
Mother: jean warrens - event planner
Siblings: none
Others: none
Born in Upstate New York, Sebastian's father was an architect and his mother was an event planner. Both of them were deep in their careers when Sebastian was born, so in his early years the boy was raised by a nanny, who he was with almost twenty four seven. When Sebastian was eleven, they moved to New York city, where Sebastian felt instantly at home. The city was exciting and full of energy. His mother took him to his first Broadway show a few months later, and it was then that the seeds of performance were planted in Sebastian.
Though Sebastian's theatre dreams would have to take a back seat for a while. His father enlisted him in every sport he could fit in, but Sebastian wasn't too upset about it. He liked sports, and used theatre as an extra hobby on the side by taking some singing and acting classes for kids. But as he grew up, Sebastian started to lean more towards the theatre.
When Sebastian was fourteen, his father was transferred to Ohio, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of New York. His mother, desperate for some semblance of their old lives, enrolled Sebastian at Dalton Academy for boys, thinking a private school education would be much better. Sebastian grew tired of sports, though he stayed on the school soccer team, and used the move as a transition of sorts. He set his eyes on the school's show choir team, the Warblers, but was no picked his first year at the school. Luck changed in his second year when he was given a slot in the group after auditioning again.
Since then Sebastian has had his eyes on the lead male of the group, and has been working hard for it. Now with Blaine gone, he sees a very clear opportunity.the roleplayer
NAME: Chris
GENDER: male
AGE: 21
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 10 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
HOW YOU FOUND US: Carter
PREFFERED SHIPS: Up for anything
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:"Has he awakened?" Alaric asked as the servants around him bustled here and there in his room. There was a peaceful energy in the room, and none of his attendants flinched when Alaric moved. He wasn't even paying them any mind, except when they approached him or he asked them a question. One of the nearest servants answered him, saying that Eylan had woken earlier. Alaric nodded slowly. "Good. Good. Did you bring him breakfast in his room?" Another confirmation and Alaric nodded again. He didn't know exactly why he was so fussy about the man, he didn't really need to be. But he just hoped there wasn't any lingering anger towards him.
He had had a restless sleep, his thoughts were filled with the things Eylan had told him. Several times in the night he got out of bed to pace his room, despite the chill, to plunge himself deep in thought. Not to mention, his hand was still hurting, despite the clean up Eylan had done. This morning the castle doctor was looking at it, turning it over in his hand, adding a strange ointment to it which stung and made Alaric pull his hand away, but then he offered it back, knowing the doctor was not finished. After that the wound had been dressed in a white bandage and would take a week or so to heal. Now Alaric was getting dressed, servants handing him his clothes as he pulled them on. After that was all done, he dismissed them and peered at himself in the mirror, reaching up to fix his hair, not liking the way a servant had combed it over. It looked so proper and out of character. He preferred to look windswept, but still stylish.
After that he slipped out of his room and came to the staircase. In a cherry mood that was very foreign to Alaric he ascended the marble stair to the sixth floor. Maybe it was the prospect of seeing Eylan that made him this way? He didn't want to question it, whatever it was. Lest he think too far into it, and he had had enough thinking last night. His blue eyes spotted Eylan, and his mouth turned up into a polite smile. Eylan was looking as handsome as ever, making it all look effortless. "Good morning, Eylan." Alaric spoke, moving over to him. "Are you ready?" He asked, jumping right into it.