Post by Sebastian Gates on Sept 8, 2011 10:19:58 GMT -5
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Take a deep breath & tell us your deepest, darkest secret Sebastian Gates, so we can stop whispering & start writing ballads.
Write like you have a message left to lose if you don’t...
Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky thirty four year olds who doesn’t have to, gerard butler.
Take a deep breath & tell us your deepest, darkest secret Sebastian Gates, so we can stop whispering & start writing ballads.
Write like you have a message left to lose if you don’t...
Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky thirty four year olds who doesn’t have to, gerard butler.
Do you dream that the world will know your name?
So tell me your name
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Birthday;; July 14
Sexuality;; Straight, most days.
Occupation;; Captian of the Steamhardt ( If not available, then he will be a passenger who's main occupation is dirty scoundrel which will make his personality and history a little different )
Allegiance;; Neutral, though I'll play to my crowd when needed.
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I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive
[/font][/i][/b][/size][/center]To know I'm alive
Weight;; 205lbs
Eye Color;; Hazel
Hair Color;; Black
Skin Tone;; Light tan
Overall Other Appearance;; Bastian is the type of guy that loves wearing anything comfortable, be it his favourite pair of hole ridden jeans and a worn out t-shirt or a pair of cargo pants and a wife beater. Cargo pants are great for the storage. He cleans up nice though and even owns a suit or three. It’s Bastian’s motto to be ready for any occasion, even the ones he doubts he’ll ever have to weather. He like darker earth tones most, like a deep green or dark brown. He’d never be caught dead in pink, well, unless the occasion arose…
He has multiple scars littering his body, most of which are easily hidden under his normal clothing. The most obvious of his scars is a bullet wound scar on his left arm just below the shoulder. That had been an interesting night. Others are stab wounds, other various sized bullets wounds, and one particular scar on his right side came from falling off a crate he was using as a bed when he was stowing away on a transport ship. Bastian likes to tell people it was a knife fight rather than a ‘fell out of bed’ scar.
Tattoos always turn Bastian on, so he has a few himself. On his right arm he has Chinese lettering that says “fú wú chóngzhì, huò bú danxíng,” which translated means “Fortune does not come twice. Misfortune does not come alone.” The first tattoo he ever got was of an elaborate serpent reaching from his left shoulder blade up to the base of his neck on his right shoulder. Since then, there have been several additions to the tattoo, each having a meaning related to the people he has met in his life that have made an impact him.
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Do you care about all the little things
Or anything at all?
[/font][/i][/b][/size][/center]Or anything at all?
Dislikes;; There isn’t too much that can get under Bastian’s skin, but he dislikes pretty boys, imprisonment, cows, jackass crime bosses with a chip on their shoulders, souvenirs, and little kids.
Talents/Special Abilities;; Bastian is quite the sharpshooter and one hell of a thief, but other than that there isn’t much too special about him.
Overall personality;; Strong Willed – From a young age, Bastian was forced to live alone. Living that kind of aimless life as a kid tends to take a toll on most, but Bastian loved it. He always did whatever it took to get what he wanted, no matter the cost. There really wasn’t an obstacle that he wasn’t willing to tackle, even though he fell on his ass quite a bit. If he hadn’t been strong willed, there is a good chance he wouldn’t even be alive now, let alone the captain of a ship and crew.
Resourceful – A paperclip, a string, and piece of gum can get a man far in a sticky situation, so long as he can figure out how to put them together. Bastian has a knack for making something out of nothing in a pinch. He isn’t very book smart, having never had a formal education, but there is a lot to be learned on the streets for anyone willing. His resourcefulness has saved his life a thousand times over, and even he sometimes wonders how the hell some of the stupid things he does actually works out for him.
Easy Going – Most people don’t get to see the softer side of Bastian, but when he isn’t putting on a show for a crime lord or standing in the middle of a fire fight, he is actually quite chill. There are times when he boils over, mostly when he hasn’t had a good meal in a while, but for the most part he is understanding and relaxed. Being a hard ass never seems to be worth the extra work.
Level Headed – It might seem like nothing special, but being level headed in a stressful situation can mean the difference between life and death. Half the time, Bastian only gets out of trouble because his enemy is being irrational. Emotions are dangerous. When he was younger, Bastian was caught stowing away on a ship and he was going to be sold at the closest planet, but with a bit of stirring, he managed to have the crew fighting amongst themselves so fiercely that he managed to escape with not only his life, but a good portion of their earnings from the month.
Scoundrel – Bastian does whatever he can to get whatever he wants, no matter the means. He isn’t always successful, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try everything to succeed. Mostly he could be considered a petty thief; casually swiping items that catch his eye off a table, sharking in a card game, or nicking some cash for fuel, but he isn’t big of the professional thief thing. He likes doing honest work for honest people now that he has a choice, but his past often catches up with him and he finds himself trapped in some underhanded scheme.
Other;; Sebastian really hates his name, so to avoid pissing him off something serious, it would be better to call him Bastian. Most people call him by his last name though, since he seldom shared his first name with anyone when he was younger. For the longest, only the people closest to him even knew to call him Bastian and now hardly anyone even knows that his actual name is Sebastian.
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This is to one last day in the shadows
& to know a brother's love
[/font][/i][/b][/size][/center]& to know a brother's love
The first five years of his life was spent with a poor couple in the slums of Persephone. He was taught that stealing was bad and the Alliance would help them. It was total bullshit. It was on his sixth birthday that he returned to the old shack after buying bread for dinner that he found himself abandoned. For four weeks he stayed alone in the shack, waiting for his parents to return. Finally, a scraggly looking pair of oafs burst through the door, if you could actually call the gaping hole in the wall with a sheet over it a door, staggering and singing some song off key. They were clearly drunk. One of them saw Bastian and said “Oy, I thought we got rid ‘o these gou cao de freeloaders!” After an exchange of confused looks, they lunged at the boy who managed to squeeze through and bolt out into the street and disappear into the crowd.
The following years were pretty much a blur of roaming from family friend to family friend around the slums. Abuse was something Bastian had learned to get used to, having no way to pay his way for shelter. There is a lot of rage in the shadows of the poor. He was a fighter though, never staying in one place for too long. By the time he was eleven, he had learned how to properly shoot most common weapons, steal wallets out of people’s pockets without getting backhanded, and cuss out a drunk with the best of them. It was then that he decided to get off the rock he had been calling home.
Hiding within a crate he found unguarded on the dock, Bastian made his way onto the first ship he’d ever been on, Venom. The outside of the ship had a serpent wrapping around the side with its mouth open around the thruster. It was quite… flashy. He later learned that the main purpose for the ship was smuggling goods across the verse. From every hiding place known to man on the ship, he learned the basics of the business, as well as the dangers and even the few perks. By the time the crew started getting suspicious about their rations being lower than normal, Bastian was ready to leave the ship. As he was planning his grand escape, he was captured and threatened to be sold. Having spent over a year on the ship, he knew quite a bit about the personal lives of the crew and took every possible chance in the following week to stir up their emotions. Luckily for him, it worked out and he escaped before the captain even gave him a second thought.
From then on, Bastian resigned himself to a life a crime. It was difficult getting anyone to trust him with a job, but after a few years of grunt work that was below even the grunts, the boy earned the trust of Jareth, a low life who was trying to make a name for himself in the underworld. Jareth had been having major territory issues with a one eyed man on the south side of the so called city. Tired of watching Jareth flounder under the ridiculously over played crime scum, Bastian took it upon himself to eliminate the competition. It had actually been easier than it should have to kill the man. Who knew that guards didn’t look twice when a kid entered the restroom behind their boss?
By the time Bastian was 20, he had a reputation for being ruthless. He had helped Jareth climb the ranks like he had only dreamed and only asked for shelter, food, and a bit of fun in return. Over the years, he perfected his sharpshooting abilities with every weapon he could get his hands on, which was a lot. He also saved every last credit he could his hands on, aspiring to one day own a ship of his own and break out of the criminal world. No matter how hard he worked, however, it seemed he was never going to get ahead.
As time went on, Jareth became more and more suspicious of Bastian, certain that he was going to over throw him and take control of the city. At first, he was merely watching every move Bastian made through a series of henchmen, but as he became more desperate, he started acting irrational and hiring hit men on the side to take care of his problem. Before he was ready to leave, Bastian found himself once again on the run. He hopped from ship to ship, trying to avoid the ever extending reach of Jareth. Before too long, the heat seemed to die out. Bastian just assumed that Jareth had finally realized that there was no real threat or just dried out his assassin fund.
Now, Bastian is finally captain of his very own ship, building a crew of his own. He tends to stick to the honest work, avoiding any dealing with the underworld if he can help it. Money is tight though, and there isn’t much to be made in honest work. With mouths to feed and paychecks to write, Bastian is looking outside of the safe bubble he had built around himself, unafraid of what he’ll find. Well, mostly unafraid.
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& show me where you run to
When no one's left to take your side
[/font][/i][/b][/size][/center]When no one's left to take your side
Stop aspiring from caution and start writing.
If you’ve written for 10 years, you’re a writer.
Write like you’re 22 clinging to the edge of a cliff,
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