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Post by Sebastian Wells on Jul 26, 2018 20:25:24 GMT
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 | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] Sebastian Wells [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"] ALIAS // Gourmand [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Thirty-two [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Male [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Villain |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE
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HAIR // Ash brown[break]
EYES // Brown[break]
SKIN // Chocolate brown[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
Inside of his wardrobe consent of flashy style of suits and ties, all neatly packaged and clean without a lint or wrinkle on them. Each clothes, colored differently, is decorated as a formal business suit worn by corporate men with a hint of his own custom to them; however, at times he does wonder about in casual clothing if he has no task at hand or the job offered to him may ruin his precious suits. This heavily goes to him staying at home in his underwear for him to roam in.
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GENERAL[break][break]
With a starling towering structure of 7 feet 8.5 inches (235 cm) and 360 pounds, this middle-aged metahuman builds the same as his personality and wealth: power. With a beaming black mustache blanketing almost around his entire oval face, chest, and arms like that of a lion's mane, Sebastian's appearance simulates an immense middle-aged man with a hint of a smug in every step he takes. Despite having the appearance of this, his skin and posture is originality quite younger than what he let on, even if his scars and such does tell a different story for anyone else. Moreover, his appearance for his body expanded more on his upper half than anywhere else, which means that his bendy knees are smaller than his arms.
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Because of his "dad bod" shape of a body, Sebastian's type of frame is a cross work of both muscular and slightly overweight; however, over the many years disposing of objects and humans in his own way, he has grown far more in the latter than what he anticipated and thus gained a much rounder belly and massive and stature build.
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His metahuman side obviously shows with brown colored plate skin covering almost his entire frontal side starting from his fingertips and end at the edges around the front. This color scheme still expose on his entire back exposed to light yellow starting from the back of his head and ankles, but moving downwards toward his butt, the color starts to darken into a black colorization and even rougher skin type, leaving his massive and long sized tail to be bulkier and colored in an abyss black.
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His first and foremost mouth locate on his mouth resemble any other mouth and the movement motion remains the same with only the differences in the two rows of dagger filled fangs, the smaller ones reside behind the far larger ones, with the latter can be clearly seen when he talks and greatly his entire mouth when he widely opens his mouth. His secondary, but far bigger mouth like reside on his belly, starting on the top of his belly button in an appearance as a vertical line that goes upwards until it touches at the bottom of his nose. Although this line goes far, the line mostly halts near his broad chest, and when it opens a slimy tongue rest inside as a large prehensile like tongue, possibly the only organ inside the bleak and dark hole inside. Along with its organ, two rows of razor sharp fangs that face on both side in his belly sideways. Moreover, it's a rumor that it's a literal black hole because his glutton never ceases, that would be ridiculous... right?
HAIR // Ash brown[break]
EYES // Brown[break]
SKIN // Chocolate brown[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break]
Inside of his wardrobe consent of flashy style of suits and ties, all neatly packaged and clean without a lint or wrinkle on them. Each clothes, colored differently, is decorated as a formal business suit worn by corporate men with a hint of his own custom to them; however, at times he does wonder about in casual clothing if he has no task at hand or the job offered to him may ruin his precious suits. This heavily goes to him staying at home in his underwear for him to roam in.
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GENERAL[break][break]
With a starling towering structure of 7 feet 8.5 inches (235 cm) and 360 pounds, this middle-aged metahuman builds the same as his personality and wealth: power. With a beaming black mustache blanketing almost around his entire oval face, chest, and arms like that of a lion's mane, Sebastian's appearance simulates an immense middle-aged man with a hint of a smug in every step he takes. Despite having the appearance of this, his skin and posture is originality quite younger than what he let on, even if his scars and such does tell a different story for anyone else. Moreover, his appearance for his body expanded more on his upper half than anywhere else, which means that his bendy knees are smaller than his arms.
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Because of his "dad bod" shape of a body, Sebastian's type of frame is a cross work of both muscular and slightly overweight; however, over the many years disposing of objects and humans in his own way, he has grown far more in the latter than what he anticipated and thus gained a much rounder belly and massive and stature build.
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His metahuman side obviously shows with brown colored plate skin covering almost his entire frontal side starting from his fingertips and end at the edges around the front. This color scheme still expose on his entire back exposed to light yellow starting from the back of his head and ankles, but moving downwards toward his butt, the color starts to darken into a black colorization and even rougher skin type, leaving his massive and long sized tail to be bulkier and colored in an abyss black.
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His first and foremost mouth locate on his mouth resemble any other mouth and the movement motion remains the same with only the differences in the two rows of dagger filled fangs, the smaller ones reside behind the far larger ones, with the latter can be clearly seen when he talks and greatly his entire mouth when he widely opens his mouth. His secondary, but far bigger mouth like reside on his belly, starting on the top of his belly button in an appearance as a vertical line that goes upwards until it touches at the bottom of his nose. Although this line goes far, the line mostly halts near his broad chest, and when it opens a slimy tongue rest inside as a large prehensile like tongue, possibly the only organ inside the bleak and dark hole inside. Along with its organ, two rows of razor sharp fangs that face on both side in his belly sideways. Moreover, it's a rumor that it's a literal black hole because his glutton never ceases, that would be ridiculous... right?
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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Sublime. Sly. A bit of a hot-headed show-off. And a psychopath. What isn't Sebastian? This vigorous, robust creature take full pride in his style of work, that including how passionate his singing voice, and smug charm, not to mention his flash of eclectic good looks and hair, but make sure those surrounding him know his good likeness and talents.
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Not normally the one to shut down his voice of opinions and views of things in this world, Sebastian can come off as either a briskly atrocious or a lovable and more optimistic, depending on who is addressing him as an associates or opponents. Nonetheless, this hard worker put his best interests in those that can simulate at least intelligence than a fool. Sebastian, from his friends point of view, is considered a bit of a fast talker through conversions, not wishing to dread his days chatting up the room, it's challenging to think that someone who rather imbibes himself in liquor and women and men's chests is surprisingly abreast with current trends and sense of style of both the wild crowds and music.
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With lies between his teeth, a glass eye to sow those towards his "troubled youth" stories, and a voice that is meant for a local car dealer, Sebastian thrive like he's a con-artist to pretending to be the innocent victim as he is prone to defraud his promises and even towards lowkey threats to anyone as that extra push in his greedy hands for power. He would take in a hopeful person in his humble bungalow as a way to either be in their pants later on in the night or force them into his contract as debt, making them work with him until they're either died or useless in the long run. A professional at best, Sebastian's original loud and fast tongue will quickly depart gentle and rather soft-spoken to try to cheat and con his way through pockets, trouble gambling, relationships, even flying bullets in order for his skin to be saved. If you would call that a living for following the path of a charismatic.
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Sebastian can be a little extreme in his own wild merry self: perpetrating such guilt of awful dirty jokes at times more than others, a herd of women and men within his arms, and can find be found fallen over as his intoxicated head is in the clouds. Be aware for one mustn't take him, even as he's a falling drunk, as a wasteful fool, for deep inside this party crazed, lowly drunk, drolling metahuman is more heart as a murderous monster! As a glutton beast and a supporter of dark humor, he leaves no stone unturned when it comes to his lovely job rooted in the underworld crime ring for he treasure taking a killing blow at someone or crippling them with his tongue while crushing on their bones, whether alive or dead depends on his desire.
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Despite him honoring the lead role of villainy, the massive beast conceals the more humble and protective behavior that he's scared to show others what he thinks is his weakness. When a child walks about in his area, he'll tend to their needs and shower them with delicate love and care for he is familiar with being lost within his own family as he never held on to love he wish he could've before it was too late. The guilt of this pain still swims in his heart and mind for no matter how much he tries to forget. He may not get the love his wants or the friends that actually care for him, the creature would muster a fake grin at times and pray that the day would draw to a close faster if things don't sway his way and would rather drown his sorrow in bottles and pills.
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Another worse that he sees himself is warping in poor and maltreatment areas, forcing unwanted images in his mind, thus it will make him curl up and cry. Ugly is a harsh word to say, but for this young man, the term is frightening. He has no qualm with those with poor hygienes, just doesn't want to be shoved and sink in a slop of dirt. This goes greatly to his damaging gluttony state of hunger as it will leave him covered with the musk of bodily remains and other unhealthy choices of "gourmet" food. This clearly resulted in his own appearance, from both his childhood maltreatment and current new character, Sebastian, unfortunately, register emotional dysregulation, or ED for short. This refers to an unstable emotional response disorder, and to him, this response remains with his sudden aggression outbursts or threats at the simple of mistakes in others, but mostly himself, and difficult calming down when upset.
Sublime. Sly. A bit of a hot-headed show-off. And a psychopath. What isn't Sebastian? This vigorous, robust creature take full pride in his style of work, that including how passionate his singing voice, and smug charm, not to mention his flash of eclectic good looks and hair, but make sure those surrounding him know his good likeness and talents.
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Not normally the one to shut down his voice of opinions and views of things in this world, Sebastian can come off as either a briskly atrocious or a lovable and more optimistic, depending on who is addressing him as an associates or opponents. Nonetheless, this hard worker put his best interests in those that can simulate at least intelligence than a fool. Sebastian, from his friends point of view, is considered a bit of a fast talker through conversions, not wishing to dread his days chatting up the room, it's challenging to think that someone who rather imbibes himself in liquor and women and men's chests is surprisingly abreast with current trends and sense of style of both the wild crowds and music.
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With lies between his teeth, a glass eye to sow those towards his "troubled youth" stories, and a voice that is meant for a local car dealer, Sebastian thrive like he's a con-artist to pretending to be the innocent victim as he is prone to defraud his promises and even towards lowkey threats to anyone as that extra push in his greedy hands for power. He would take in a hopeful person in his humble bungalow as a way to either be in their pants later on in the night or force them into his contract as debt, making them work with him until they're either died or useless in the long run. A professional at best, Sebastian's original loud and fast tongue will quickly depart gentle and rather soft-spoken to try to cheat and con his way through pockets, trouble gambling, relationships, even flying bullets in order for his skin to be saved. If you would call that a living for following the path of a charismatic.
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Sebastian can be a little extreme in his own wild merry self: perpetrating such guilt of awful dirty jokes at times more than others, a herd of women and men within his arms, and can find be found fallen over as his intoxicated head is in the clouds. Be aware for one mustn't take him, even as he's a falling drunk, as a wasteful fool, for deep inside this party crazed, lowly drunk, drolling metahuman is more heart as a murderous monster! As a glutton beast and a supporter of dark humor, he leaves no stone unturned when it comes to his lovely job rooted in the underworld crime ring for he treasure taking a killing blow at someone or crippling them with his tongue while crushing on their bones, whether alive or dead depends on his desire.
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Despite him honoring the lead role of villainy, the massive beast conceals the more humble and protective behavior that he's scared to show others what he thinks is his weakness. When a child walks about in his area, he'll tend to their needs and shower them with delicate love and care for he is familiar with being lost within his own family as he never held on to love he wish he could've before it was too late. The guilt of this pain still swims in his heart and mind for no matter how much he tries to forget. He may not get the love his wants or the friends that actually care for him, the creature would muster a fake grin at times and pray that the day would draw to a close faster if things don't sway his way and would rather drown his sorrow in bottles and pills.
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Another worse that he sees himself is warping in poor and maltreatment areas, forcing unwanted images in his mind, thus it will make him curl up and cry. Ugly is a harsh word to say, but for this young man, the term is frightening. He has no qualm with those with poor hygienes, just doesn't want to be shoved and sink in a slop of dirt. This goes greatly to his damaging gluttony state of hunger as it will leave him covered with the musk of bodily remains and other unhealthy choices of "gourmet" food. This clearly resulted in his own appearance, from both his childhood maltreatment and current new character, Sebastian, unfortunately, register emotional dysregulation, or ED for short. This refers to an unstable emotional response disorder, and to him, this response remains with his sudden aggression outbursts or threats at the simple of mistakes in others, but mostly himself, and difficult calming down when upset.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY
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CHILDHOOD; Age 1-9
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At the start of his life, Sebastian mostly had only two things in life: an imagination and a lack of purpose.
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Residing on shady places in the community held in California, the land of the burning sun and dreams, as such promises is stamped among welcoming billboards and its proposal to muster such promising folks in their media and culture; even if those people are rather questionable, but this place has to be a sublime place to roll in that dough! An example starts out in a stone brick claim as a house as it was in a state of a torn and broken building with cheap rugs to march on and dated furniture, dim bulbs hovering above them to no avail as lights, neighbors whom the parents visit to carelessly carouse during late nights, and the sight of meals was handle without any effort between the parents. Gripping bottles secured tightly in his father's hand and pink lips stain the butt of a cigarette in his mother's mouth, these two must've just fucked and got nowhere else to go as if their own parents threw them out like trash, then they had made more trash to call their own as kids. And now Sebastian must call them mommy and daddy. Pathetic, right? At a very young age, Sebastian couldn't do much with his childhood era thanks to his parents' occupation jobs as a petty robber father and an unsafe workaholic drug addict mother; however, beside the obviously lingering danger that inhabits the street, bills hardly made their marks at times whether these bills are for the house or for some... heinous mobster men. Regardless, his parents thrive in this life, whether their son like it or not. Clearly, the more sane Sebastian doesn't. Now, because of the washed-up neighborhood they occupied, he had to follow in and was dumped in his parents' problems by trying to force himself to become a slave for various of low-end jobs: shoes that needed to be shining pearls, mopping the neighbor's dogs, and more for little cents.
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Even though his age was still in the single digit, Sebastian had to, at least, forced himself to grow up beyond his years within his parents' guild- not that he had a choice for he didn't know anyone else nor even extended family members, possibly because they don't get a shit about his fate. No one does. Well, excluding those that remained on the television set for others to watch. You see, fortunately for the young Sebastion to be offered a variety of jobs with little worrying, not to mention being swayed away long enough to avoid his parents, there were jobs that allowed him to settle down and glued his eyes toward the television and expressed such passion for those classical tapes of dangerous Godfathers and mobsters on nightly movies and shows; their affects was like a heavenly pleasure to stare at seeing such hardcore, wanted dangerous men and women that's fear by all, and for a tiny child such as himself, the media were his heroes. Thus, everywhere he goes or had the time, Sebastian would elope in secret to practice trying to bulk up his muscles and temperament in hopes of someday to parade with those he cherished. And for the child, it was also his only choice for freedom and friends as he was weak to do so himself and never lead him to that challenging life his parents had chosen for themselves.
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PRETEEN; Age 10-12
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Speaking of weakness, the word various in numerous to describe Sebastian-- his shaky and squeaky voice, tiny legs that he mostly trips over at times, his fear of natural everything that he discovered, and heavily flawed strength in a skinny, toothpick frame body-- to these, he was deemed in the neighborhood as "the rat" to most kids. Regrettably, he was the runt of the family tree with no traits nor qualities in his squeamish nature, thus he was picked on from the other broader and bolder kids due to his tiny structure and beaten up appearance, mocking him of his ugliness to the point of forcing the young child to be pushed into a few mud pits and squealed like a dirty pig until he sobbed heavily and bullied more for not standing up, not to mention, possibly the main purpose, his silent nature to never speak behind others back, so they're content that he would never tattle about his wounds. Hell, the plan always goes smoothly due to his parents just normally assumed that the wounds were from his job hauling items without asking. Thus, along with this hardship of being "the rat", the young child's name was slowly becoming that as he selected to clean, sweep, wash, cook, and everything else for his entire family, making his clothes more ragged and unkempt.
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Although his years was already sour, still the worst as yet to rain down upon little Sebastian. As the months wither by, little by little, money slowly tucked into the father's pocket but rather on booze and tobacco behind the family's back, lingering around gambling houses and spending his hard work on other women and sins; of course, when the boy's mother found out during her child preadolescence years, she didn't take pity on the selfish man and kicked on out onto the streets. Without their father handling the money sort, the mother had to work two jobs as a tailor and late night shifts in shady business she refuses to address to others. Addition to this sudden change of work schedule, the mother never paid any attention to her kid, including Sebastian's social anxiety and abused problems with bullies more than she did in the past. Now alone with his own problems and worries, Sebastian soon locked himself from others and judged himself worthless and nothing but a burden.
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Secluded in his alone thoughts and self, Sebastian now had low self-esteem and had nowhere to go and trust. Even so that every puddle he comes across he mocks how heinous his appearance appears and wishes for death on behalf of the world that store beautiful and powerful people at the upscales streets; moreover, the young child would stare at the passing of wealthy people and clubs how they have far better lives than he has and wishes that he could at least change the world. Walking through his own streets, the sight was sore: drunk fools sleeping on the dirty, litter blanket the grass, and slutty women barking at men for a "good time" with them. He wanted to escape. He wanted to be free from this rotted place. He wanted to be at least the alpha in this dog-eat-dog world. And he would do ANYTHING to get that position. Even if that means the death of someone else.
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TEEN; Age 12-18 AKA BEFORE THE EVENT
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It wasn't long for his prayers to be answered when a group of men came to his house one day and demanded the collection of cash his father owned them from their last "business", to which the mother was too stubborn to cough up the money. resulted in that Sebastian to be sold to them as a child labor working for them in order to get the cash. Back to scrubbing floors and hauling packages, but this time for free! However, living under a new roof-- an actual one without a leaking pipe dripping on your face-- Sebastian's youth is surprisingly more relaxing than his own parents. Three meals a day, no sight of drug-filled noses littering the floors, and best of all, these men treated him like a real person and soon he started to root for them. Not exactly a child labor as he would call it but Sebastian has begun to set up small within the gang by cleaning their selves on the gang's owned club, then soon worked his way up sweeping floors and serving drinks at the age of fourteen, then finally begun aid hauling out drinks and drugs in the back of the club by sixteen. By the time when he was eighteen, Sebastian had made more money than any teens his age working under their father's belts.
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Doing his usual activities, but with beaming sublime joy in the labor, the money made was served half way to both the thugs and him; this was the very first time he kept his fair share with his sweat and blood. Serving officially with thugs meant that everyone knew who he was and hanging out which resulted in those that did him wrong working in lowdown jobs didn't get on his bad side. In high class group like these, though he still had to train himself in public schools for intelligence, Sebastian's favorite schools was the streets and the best places to score on them, how to bribe those even in power with a roundabout of booze that makes you see your fantasy, setting the right hands in poker games with gullible drunk, and even hitting up a very few with both males and females along the way. Although not yet a man, it was still a relief not having to be dubbed "the rat" anymore and being chased by childhood bullies as their eyes now lower in shame when Sebastian crossed their paths, and there were even a few proper manners along the lines as they called him 'sir'. Even his appearance soon style itself: flashy cloth of abyss colored suits, shards of gems embedded in necklaces, earrings, and rings, and not to mention the glimmering castle housed on the hills of society's charm and wonders-- Sebastian was living it all. That was until the talk around of power humans.
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Now Sebastian, having little faith in anything from the past, only chuckled from the fact that there were some rumors here and there about some shady folks with some unnatural feats summon within them, almost God-like. But that's only for the dreamers that are too lazy to do work for themselves instead relies on something invisible taking care of things for them; Sebastian is not gullible for he stays in reality... but the thought of seeing how all of this connect does get him thinking to how does one's power tick to his commands...
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ADULT; 19-32 DURING/AFTER THE EVENT
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Sebastian was finally in the good life that he had always dreamed about with his perfect murdering company as partners as they hung around dark, dirt roads taken blackmail or stealing vulnerable hauls, some even resulted in him witnessing or partaking the deaths of a few drivers here and there, but soon it was just another job. Dare he says... a pleasurable one. After a few years more working his butt off for his masters, he was finally "made" into the mafia as a new person and man in the order with his friends, then later on using that power to control others now that he can finally become an alpha that he was meant to be. Years by years, rank by rank, under countless deaths, blackmails and trafficking, and finding grand friends in high places in deals, Sebastian wasn't any longer that weak and frail child told in stories but now the boogeyman as a ravenous kingpin and crime lord, and made sure to all-- both in the darknesses and in the minds of those that think they have some balls to say otherwise. He was at the top of his game with a fat cigar clutch tightly between human size teeth and a pocket filled with sunshine, not caring for those beneath him and bragged for any and all to try his wraith. However, that just want happened when everything went to totally hell when an abnormal storm soars through the streets. Thinking that it was just a normal storm like any other, he just shrugged it off and embraced it while taking heavily shot of drinks and feasting down on food in his business own restaurant when the blast shot through an open window, then... What happened next? Even he doesn't know.
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His sight was darkened, his lungs were clogged, even his senses was damaged beyond repair. Was there an explosion? The thought still lingered to this very day, but what he does remember was some kind of black cloud engulfing him and deafening screams of partons in his restaurant as they stated there was a fire or something in between that a human was in. Could it be those super-powered humans? Maybe. Maybe not. Anyway, what happened afterward was dazed but he knew he was different after a short-lived coma after being lumbered back to his home, like freaky different- a mouth for a belly button freak! Seem like this had happened elsewhere with this fatal car accident someplace afar and other people with those rumors becoming all too real! And it wasn't long, in fact, for even his men were stricken fear with their boss' sudden appearance of a horrible beast and some tried to flee in fear of these new arrivals of humans, men that brought him into this life and were declared friends and family, now half fled from his view. Well, it could've been him feasting down on a few fellow men out of hungry. Anyway, it didn't take long for a band of these super-powered humans to be spread far and wide, some placed themselves in different positions as either hero or villain, to which got Sebastian thinking again as if this sudden change was a clear sign to abandon his cruel crime empire; however, after a few days in this new life (and some unnecessary injuries with his developing powers) Sebastian quickly hung up his hero side after feeling trap and bent under the control of the Hero Program.
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It was all too familiar under someone else thumb in command and name. How dare these people-- with their uncaring sympathies and treatments of others and double standards of culture and its people-- to announced themselves over those that now show the talent of unbelievable feats and skills? Was it because this challenges their prized old worldviews and systems? Whatever it was, it was sickening to witness the young and restless to have eyes still hovered over their shoulders to be counted and sway to what they're meant to be in this new world: the next evolution in humanity.
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With this new fantasy in his mind and heart, Sebastian soon developed a somewhat pleasurable sense of the metahuman community then begun pouring money, sweat, and blood into aiding those that are orphan or kick out into the streets and more metahumans. As the years went by, he had built his new empire secretly within the metahuman's underworld as he made promises and deals into the villains that offer the same viewpoint as him, but not only that, also offered their alliances because of his new status in the community and wealth that he should try to become a mayor for all to hear his voice. Now that idea isn't bad. More backbreaking work, of course. In the public eyes, Sebastian shines a few toothy grins and kiss some sweet babies, but in the shadows, his hand tosses some money to wreak the voting polls and elections from his competitors hoping to gain further than him. His campaign took small stepping stones to inspire those that can't for themselves, then took those small stepping stones to local small shops to massive business spreading "positive" messages for a better future between metahumans and humans coexist. Even if that means having to associate with the Hero Program. While he awaits the trial of the electoral votes, in the back of his mind ever since the talk about super-powered humans first fell upon him all those years ago, Sebastian finally swift his plot together of growing even more of his empire with the metahumans in his new world order dreams in his very own metahuman programs. Now the votes are in...
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CHILDHOOD; Age 1-9
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At the start of his life, Sebastian mostly had only two things in life: an imagination and a lack of purpose.
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Residing on shady places in the community held in California, the land of the burning sun and dreams, as such promises is stamped among welcoming billboards and its proposal to muster such promising folks in their media and culture; even if those people are rather questionable, but this place has to be a sublime place to roll in that dough! An example starts out in a stone brick claim as a house as it was in a state of a torn and broken building with cheap rugs to march on and dated furniture, dim bulbs hovering above them to no avail as lights, neighbors whom the parents visit to carelessly carouse during late nights, and the sight of meals was handle without any effort between the parents. Gripping bottles secured tightly in his father's hand and pink lips stain the butt of a cigarette in his mother's mouth, these two must've just fucked and got nowhere else to go as if their own parents threw them out like trash, then they had made more trash to call their own as kids. And now Sebastian must call them mommy and daddy. Pathetic, right? At a very young age, Sebastian couldn't do much with his childhood era thanks to his parents' occupation jobs as a petty robber father and an unsafe workaholic drug addict mother; however, beside the obviously lingering danger that inhabits the street, bills hardly made their marks at times whether these bills are for the house or for some... heinous mobster men. Regardless, his parents thrive in this life, whether their son like it or not. Clearly, the more sane Sebastian doesn't. Now, because of the washed-up neighborhood they occupied, he had to follow in and was dumped in his parents' problems by trying to force himself to become a slave for various of low-end jobs: shoes that needed to be shining pearls, mopping the neighbor's dogs, and more for little cents.
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Even though his age was still in the single digit, Sebastian had to, at least, forced himself to grow up beyond his years within his parents' guild- not that he had a choice for he didn't know anyone else nor even extended family members, possibly because they don't get a shit about his fate. No one does. Well, excluding those that remained on the television set for others to watch. You see, fortunately for the young Sebastion to be offered a variety of jobs with little worrying, not to mention being swayed away long enough to avoid his parents, there were jobs that allowed him to settle down and glued his eyes toward the television and expressed such passion for those classical tapes of dangerous Godfathers and mobsters on nightly movies and shows; their affects was like a heavenly pleasure to stare at seeing such hardcore, wanted dangerous men and women that's fear by all, and for a tiny child such as himself, the media were his heroes. Thus, everywhere he goes or had the time, Sebastian would elope in secret to practice trying to bulk up his muscles and temperament in hopes of someday to parade with those he cherished. And for the child, it was also his only choice for freedom and friends as he was weak to do so himself and never lead him to that challenging life his parents had chosen for themselves.
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PRETEEN; Age 10-12
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Speaking of weakness, the word various in numerous to describe Sebastian-- his shaky and squeaky voice, tiny legs that he mostly trips over at times, his fear of natural everything that he discovered, and heavily flawed strength in a skinny, toothpick frame body-- to these, he was deemed in the neighborhood as "the rat" to most kids. Regrettably, he was the runt of the family tree with no traits nor qualities in his squeamish nature, thus he was picked on from the other broader and bolder kids due to his tiny structure and beaten up appearance, mocking him of his ugliness to the point of forcing the young child to be pushed into a few mud pits and squealed like a dirty pig until he sobbed heavily and bullied more for not standing up, not to mention, possibly the main purpose, his silent nature to never speak behind others back, so they're content that he would never tattle about his wounds. Hell, the plan always goes smoothly due to his parents just normally assumed that the wounds were from his job hauling items without asking. Thus, along with this hardship of being "the rat", the young child's name was slowly becoming that as he selected to clean, sweep, wash, cook, and everything else for his entire family, making his clothes more ragged and unkempt.
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Although his years was already sour, still the worst as yet to rain down upon little Sebastian. As the months wither by, little by little, money slowly tucked into the father's pocket but rather on booze and tobacco behind the family's back, lingering around gambling houses and spending his hard work on other women and sins; of course, when the boy's mother found out during her child preadolescence years, she didn't take pity on the selfish man and kicked on out onto the streets. Without their father handling the money sort, the mother had to work two jobs as a tailor and late night shifts in shady business she refuses to address to others. Addition to this sudden change of work schedule, the mother never paid any attention to her kid, including Sebastian's social anxiety and abused problems with bullies more than she did in the past. Now alone with his own problems and worries, Sebastian soon locked himself from others and judged himself worthless and nothing but a burden.
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Secluded in his alone thoughts and self, Sebastian now had low self-esteem and had nowhere to go and trust. Even so that every puddle he comes across he mocks how heinous his appearance appears and wishes for death on behalf of the world that store beautiful and powerful people at the upscales streets; moreover, the young child would stare at the passing of wealthy people and clubs how they have far better lives than he has and wishes that he could at least change the world. Walking through his own streets, the sight was sore: drunk fools sleeping on the dirty, litter blanket the grass, and slutty women barking at men for a "good time" with them. He wanted to escape. He wanted to be free from this rotted place. He wanted to be at least the alpha in this dog-eat-dog world. And he would do ANYTHING to get that position. Even if that means the death of someone else.
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TEEN; Age 12-18 AKA BEFORE THE EVENT
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It wasn't long for his prayers to be answered when a group of men came to his house one day and demanded the collection of cash his father owned them from their last "business", to which the mother was too stubborn to cough up the money. resulted in that Sebastian to be sold to them as a child labor working for them in order to get the cash. Back to scrubbing floors and hauling packages, but this time for free! However, living under a new roof-- an actual one without a leaking pipe dripping on your face-- Sebastian's youth is surprisingly more relaxing than his own parents. Three meals a day, no sight of drug-filled noses littering the floors, and best of all, these men treated him like a real person and soon he started to root for them. Not exactly a child labor as he would call it but Sebastian has begun to set up small within the gang by cleaning their selves on the gang's owned club, then soon worked his way up sweeping floors and serving drinks at the age of fourteen, then finally begun aid hauling out drinks and drugs in the back of the club by sixteen. By the time when he was eighteen, Sebastian had made more money than any teens his age working under their father's belts.
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Doing his usual activities, but with beaming sublime joy in the labor, the money made was served half way to both the thugs and him; this was the very first time he kept his fair share with his sweat and blood. Serving officially with thugs meant that everyone knew who he was and hanging out which resulted in those that did him wrong working in lowdown jobs didn't get on his bad side. In high class group like these, though he still had to train himself in public schools for intelligence, Sebastian's favorite schools was the streets and the best places to score on them, how to bribe those even in power with a roundabout of booze that makes you see your fantasy, setting the right hands in poker games with gullible drunk, and even hitting up a very few with both males and females along the way. Although not yet a man, it was still a relief not having to be dubbed "the rat" anymore and being chased by childhood bullies as their eyes now lower in shame when Sebastian crossed their paths, and there were even a few proper manners along the lines as they called him 'sir'. Even his appearance soon style itself: flashy cloth of abyss colored suits, shards of gems embedded in necklaces, earrings, and rings, and not to mention the glimmering castle housed on the hills of society's charm and wonders-- Sebastian was living it all. That was until the talk around of power humans.
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Now Sebastian, having little faith in anything from the past, only chuckled from the fact that there were some rumors here and there about some shady folks with some unnatural feats summon within them, almost God-like. But that's only for the dreamers that are too lazy to do work for themselves instead relies on something invisible taking care of things for them; Sebastian is not gullible for he stays in reality... but the thought of seeing how all of this connect does get him thinking to how does one's power tick to his commands...
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ADULT; 19-32 DURING/AFTER THE EVENT
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Sebastian was finally in the good life that he had always dreamed about with his perfect murdering company as partners as they hung around dark, dirt roads taken blackmail or stealing vulnerable hauls, some even resulted in him witnessing or partaking the deaths of a few drivers here and there, but soon it was just another job. Dare he says... a pleasurable one. After a few years more working his butt off for his masters, he was finally "made" into the mafia as a new person and man in the order with his friends, then later on using that power to control others now that he can finally become an alpha that he was meant to be. Years by years, rank by rank, under countless deaths, blackmails and trafficking, and finding grand friends in high places in deals, Sebastian wasn't any longer that weak and frail child told in stories but now the boogeyman as a ravenous kingpin and crime lord, and made sure to all-- both in the darknesses and in the minds of those that think they have some balls to say otherwise. He was at the top of his game with a fat cigar clutch tightly between human size teeth and a pocket filled with sunshine, not caring for those beneath him and bragged for any and all to try his wraith. However, that just want happened when everything went to totally hell when an abnormal storm soars through the streets. Thinking that it was just a normal storm like any other, he just shrugged it off and embraced it while taking heavily shot of drinks and feasting down on food in his business own restaurant when the blast shot through an open window, then... What happened next? Even he doesn't know.
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His sight was darkened, his lungs were clogged, even his senses was damaged beyond repair. Was there an explosion? The thought still lingered to this very day, but what he does remember was some kind of black cloud engulfing him and deafening screams of partons in his restaurant as they stated there was a fire or something in between that a human was in. Could it be those super-powered humans? Maybe. Maybe not. Anyway, what happened afterward was dazed but he knew he was different after a short-lived coma after being lumbered back to his home, like freaky different- a mouth for a belly button freak! Seem like this had happened elsewhere with this fatal car accident someplace afar and other people with those rumors becoming all too real! And it wasn't long, in fact, for even his men were stricken fear with their boss' sudden appearance of a horrible beast and some tried to flee in fear of these new arrivals of humans, men that brought him into this life and were declared friends and family, now half fled from his view. Well, it could've been him feasting down on a few fellow men out of hungry. Anyway, it didn't take long for a band of these super-powered humans to be spread far and wide, some placed themselves in different positions as either hero or villain, to which got Sebastian thinking again as if this sudden change was a clear sign to abandon his cruel crime empire; however, after a few days in this new life (and some unnecessary injuries with his developing powers) Sebastian quickly hung up his hero side after feeling trap and bent under the control of the Hero Program.
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It was all too familiar under someone else thumb in command and name. How dare these people-- with their uncaring sympathies and treatments of others and double standards of culture and its people-- to announced themselves over those that now show the talent of unbelievable feats and skills? Was it because this challenges their prized old worldviews and systems? Whatever it was, it was sickening to witness the young and restless to have eyes still hovered over their shoulders to be counted and sway to what they're meant to be in this new world: the next evolution in humanity.
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With this new fantasy in his mind and heart, Sebastian soon developed a somewhat pleasurable sense of the metahuman community then begun pouring money, sweat, and blood into aiding those that are orphan or kick out into the streets and more metahumans. As the years went by, he had built his new empire secretly within the metahuman's underworld as he made promises and deals into the villains that offer the same viewpoint as him, but not only that, also offered their alliances because of his new status in the community and wealth that he should try to become a mayor for all to hear his voice. Now that idea isn't bad. More backbreaking work, of course. In the public eyes, Sebastian shines a few toothy grins and kiss some sweet babies, but in the shadows, his hand tosses some money to wreak the voting polls and elections from his competitors hoping to gain further than him. His campaign took small stepping stones to inspire those that can't for themselves, then took those small stepping stones to local small shops to massive business spreading "positive" messages for a better future between metahumans and humans coexist. Even if that means having to associate with the Hero Program. While he awaits the trial of the electoral votes, in the back of his mind ever since the talk about super-powered humans first fell upon him all those years ago, Sebastian finally swift his plot together of growing even more of his empire with the metahumans in his new world order dreams in his very own metahuman programs. Now the votes are in...
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ABILITY[break][break]
Gluttony Embodiment
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As the name speaks, it also shows in his appearance, Sebastian's power is set on overconsuming anything, regardless of whatever that he glace at to dine on isn't a proper meal to ingest- even if that 'meal' simulate another human being. The embodiment of the original sin and its scripture is a complex topic to say when it's addressed to this abnormal ability, though the power is shown to harbor some of its feats, such as the ability to engulf singular to a group of materials, but keep in mind that Sebastian can't in any way control and/or balance this trait, meaning he isn't the initial proprietor of this sin nor will he be ravenous to the point of insanity, only just hungry for a while. From metal tins to rock crumbs, and rotten flesh, Sebastian gore down anything his claws can grip. Due to his massive, canine-like fangs, it really isn't much of a chore to crunch his way through countless objects, though cleaning afterward is torture. Because of his embodiment with glutton, he can absorb homing range attacks (ex. a fireball) and launch it back toward the previous user, but in return of such the power becomes more destructive.
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In true to his gluttony nature, Sebastian has a more tune to a bodily horror image with his stomach belly mouth, but as well as opening his entire frontal starting from the base of his belly that is located at the top of his belly button and ends upwards near the bottom of his nose. Like an outward door sliding apart, his skin rips apart to reveal his razor-sharp fangs climbing upward and his slimy, long-drawn and fat tongue, and inside excess a way toward his large stomach for his belly only because the belly mouth's stomach covers his natural human one. As if evolution prior to this ability knew about his slice stomach, with each tear of his belly pulling apart, his skin cells slowly regenerate itself so that whenever he finishes with the use of his belly mouth the skin will "stick" together until its next uses. This healing factor only takes effect along the line from and to between his regular mouth and belly so if any other of his limb is cut off, that can never be replaced.
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Partially Prehensile Tail
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Despite being a massive, bulk, round shape tail, Sebastian can control, though to a limit, of his heavily muscled joint. Like that to most animals, mostly among mammals, the anatomy of the design register him to grip and/or hold to manipulate said items at his whims thanks to the bones located in his tail to do such feats. Although it may seem like any other tail from original real-world animals that's abling him to balance correctly due to his large size, Sebastian's tail, because of his gluttony and beastly nature, is also design to build a hoard of various of items and/or meals inside its crocodile-like mouth, to which open in about a 45 degree angle with its U-shape snout. Think of it like a trunk at the back of a car. Thankfully because his tail isn't way connected to his organs from his body, despite having a tongue inside, the tongue itself does not produce saliva, thus anything that is hoarded inside his tail is not slimy and wet.
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LIMITS[break][break]
Gluttony Embodiment:
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Stamina and strength does not equal how much he eats, so the less he eats in the days (ex. for two whole days) or only devours a few tiny portions of food instead of what he usually eats, he grows weaker at each passing day until he either eat to refill both of his stomach, his normal stomach, and belly mouth, or he'll faint from the lack of supplements. However, even with that said, and irony because of his ability, Sebastian could only gorge around 700 pounds of food per day, no more and no less than the required calories. For an upcoming attack that can shoot out from its user, Sebastian can only hold a bolt of one said power (ex. a fireball or electric), but if the user of the power present themselves having no energy source power, he can't take control of said power (ex. speed forces or shadow manipulate) for that have to be visible and man-made. Moreover, he must hold said power until 60 seconds if he wants the effect and blast of the power to still stay strong when it first enters his belly mouth.
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Partially Prehensile Tail
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Movement of this tail is limited as he can swing it up and down or left to right, but gripping and manipulate moveable objects is a chore to do since the tail doesn't have a bare patch known as a "friction pad" to completely circle his grasp of said item or person. He can allow another living being to be stuff inside his tail, but he can only hold one person that weight around between 90 lbs to 190 lbs so that he could lift his prehensile tail.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
Gluttony
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With having the breaking point to the weary of the consumption of improper meals, one must have stated a question that could Sebastion thrive on an unbalanced life with his greed, right? Well, to that simple and delicate question to this statement, the answer is this: it's a living hell. Aside from his joking nature of 'what that tongue do', apparently he didn't get the memo that his elongated tongue could do so little when it comes to, at least, hindering his ravenous quest and the taste buds upon his two tongues rapidly upgraded, meaning that such a tiny taste can leave an explosive flavorful taste. Besides the former, the latter of this may desirable to those that may admire food; however, to Sebastian, his extraordinary taste bud goes too far as to capture the variability of ingredients in a few of his favorite meals, but for most of the countless world's food, even as a mere grain bread, he can't savor nor distinguish anymore depending on what's on and/or in it. For example, he can taste a few spicy foods, but never sweet ones due to his taste buds upgraded so high it couldn't register it. Even the vitamins in them for his body. He's affected by this power ability to consume and gain sustenance from anything, not just the edible things in greed overall, wasting and/or overconsuming things that he knows would be a burden to him, that include items and food that are useless if he can't devour or make use of.
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Addition to this ability, it also allows Sebastian's skin to expend outward to reveal extra fangs and can properly engulf more than what he could usual devour with both of his mouths, but it does come with a fair and harmfully task: he must dig through his flesh and tear it open himself with his own hands. Blood usually leak from his open wounds every time the passage is wide as the leakage does make him dizzy and sick for the moment leaving most of his movement to be clumsy and hindering until his focus return to normal and the pain fade, though it may take a few minutes. This really goes into motion whenever he engulfs someone's power with his belly mouth, depending on the range and type of power thrown at him, the attack stun the inside of his mouth leaving it immobile because of the shock of the attack, so he can't use his belly mouth until he released the attack, though the stinging still linger afterward. As for the power itself, Sebastian can't swallow the power nor can he hold the power after one minute for each second he keeps it, the weaker the blast and affect it will be after it is launch.
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Partially Prehensile Tail
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Because of his greedy hoard addiction, his truck of a tail is mostly stuffed with useful or useless items and food that he forces himself to travel with until he dumps them elsewhere for him to replace the materials with more useful or useless items or food; this progress is the result of his tail simulate a bulky appearance. This, of course, also result in Sebastian tirelessly drag the heavy load as it does leaves bruises along the bottom of the tail and sometimes scars; moreover, he could use his tail as a shield in most fight, but he can still feel the blow of attacks for even more painfully experiences for the poor limb.
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ABILITY[break][break]
Gluttony Embodiment
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As the name speaks, it also shows in his appearance, Sebastian's power is set on overconsuming anything, regardless of whatever that he glace at to dine on isn't a proper meal to ingest- even if that 'meal' simulate another human being. The embodiment of the original sin and its scripture is a complex topic to say when it's addressed to this abnormal ability, though the power is shown to harbor some of its feats, such as the ability to engulf singular to a group of materials, but keep in mind that Sebastian can't in any way control and/or balance this trait, meaning he isn't the initial proprietor of this sin nor will he be ravenous to the point of insanity, only just hungry for a while. From metal tins to rock crumbs, and rotten flesh, Sebastian gore down anything his claws can grip. Due to his massive, canine-like fangs, it really isn't much of a chore to crunch his way through countless objects, though cleaning afterward is torture. Because of his embodiment with glutton, he can absorb homing range attacks (ex. a fireball) and launch it back toward the previous user, but in return of such the power becomes more destructive.
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In true to his gluttony nature, Sebastian has a more tune to a bodily horror image with his stomach belly mouth, but as well as opening his entire frontal starting from the base of his belly that is located at the top of his belly button and ends upwards near the bottom of his nose. Like an outward door sliding apart, his skin rips apart to reveal his razor-sharp fangs climbing upward and his slimy, long-drawn and fat tongue, and inside excess a way toward his large stomach for his belly only because the belly mouth's stomach covers his natural human one. As if evolution prior to this ability knew about his slice stomach, with each tear of his belly pulling apart, his skin cells slowly regenerate itself so that whenever he finishes with the use of his belly mouth the skin will "stick" together until its next uses. This healing factor only takes effect along the line from and to between his regular mouth and belly so if any other of his limb is cut off, that can never be replaced.
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Partially Prehensile Tail
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Despite being a massive, bulk, round shape tail, Sebastian can control, though to a limit, of his heavily muscled joint. Like that to most animals, mostly among mammals, the anatomy of the design register him to grip and/or hold to manipulate said items at his whims thanks to the bones located in his tail to do such feats. Although it may seem like any other tail from original real-world animals that's abling him to balance correctly due to his large size, Sebastian's tail, because of his gluttony and beastly nature, is also design to build a hoard of various of items and/or meals inside its crocodile-like mouth, to which open in about a 45 degree angle with its U-shape snout. Think of it like a trunk at the back of a car. Thankfully because his tail isn't way connected to his organs from his body, despite having a tongue inside, the tongue itself does not produce saliva, thus anything that is hoarded inside his tail is not slimy and wet.
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LIMITS[break][break]
Gluttony Embodiment:
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Stamina and strength does not equal how much he eats, so the less he eats in the days (ex. for two whole days) or only devours a few tiny portions of food instead of what he usually eats, he grows weaker at each passing day until he either eat to refill both of his stomach, his normal stomach, and belly mouth, or he'll faint from the lack of supplements. However, even with that said, and irony because of his ability, Sebastian could only gorge around 700 pounds of food per day, no more and no less than the required calories. For an upcoming attack that can shoot out from its user, Sebastian can only hold a bolt of one said power (ex. a fireball or electric), but if the user of the power present themselves having no energy source power, he can't take control of said power (ex. speed forces or shadow manipulate) for that have to be visible and man-made. Moreover, he must hold said power until 60 seconds if he wants the effect and blast of the power to still stay strong when it first enters his belly mouth.
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Partially Prehensile Tail
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Movement of this tail is limited as he can swing it up and down or left to right, but gripping and manipulate moveable objects is a chore to do since the tail doesn't have a bare patch known as a "friction pad" to completely circle his grasp of said item or person. He can allow another living being to be stuff inside his tail, but he can only hold one person that weight around between 90 lbs to 190 lbs so that he could lift his prehensile tail.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break]
Gluttony
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With having the breaking point to the weary of the consumption of improper meals, one must have stated a question that could Sebastion thrive on an unbalanced life with his greed, right? Well, to that simple and delicate question to this statement, the answer is this: it's a living hell. Aside from his joking nature of 'what that tongue do', apparently he didn't get the memo that his elongated tongue could do so little when it comes to, at least, hindering his ravenous quest and the taste buds upon his two tongues rapidly upgraded, meaning that such a tiny taste can leave an explosive flavorful taste. Besides the former, the latter of this may desirable to those that may admire food; however, to Sebastian, his extraordinary taste bud goes too far as to capture the variability of ingredients in a few of his favorite meals, but for most of the countless world's food, even as a mere grain bread, he can't savor nor distinguish anymore depending on what's on and/or in it. For example, he can taste a few spicy foods, but never sweet ones due to his taste buds upgraded so high it couldn't register it. Even the vitamins in them for his body. He's affected by this power ability to consume and gain sustenance from anything, not just the edible things in greed overall, wasting and/or overconsuming things that he knows would be a burden to him, that include items and food that are useless if he can't devour or make use of.
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Addition to this ability, it also allows Sebastian's skin to expend outward to reveal extra fangs and can properly engulf more than what he could usual devour with both of his mouths, but it does come with a fair and harmfully task: he must dig through his flesh and tear it open himself with his own hands. Blood usually leak from his open wounds every time the passage is wide as the leakage does make him dizzy and sick for the moment leaving most of his movement to be clumsy and hindering until his focus return to normal and the pain fade, though it may take a few minutes. This really goes into motion whenever he engulfs someone's power with his belly mouth, depending on the range and type of power thrown at him, the attack stun the inside of his mouth leaving it immobile because of the shock of the attack, so he can't use his belly mouth until he released the attack, though the stinging still linger afterward. As for the power itself, Sebastian can't swallow the power nor can he hold the power after one minute for each second he keeps it, the weaker the blast and affect it will be after it is launch.
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Partially Prehensile Tail
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Because of his greedy hoard addiction, his truck of a tail is mostly stuffed with useful or useless items and food that he forces himself to travel with until he dumps them elsewhere for him to replace the materials with more useful or useless items or food; this progress is the result of his tail simulate a bulky appearance. This, of course, also result in Sebastian tirelessly drag the heavy load as it does leaves bruises along the bottom of the tail and sometimes scars; moreover, he could use his tail as a shield in most fight, but he can still feel the blow of attacks for even more painfully experiences for the poor limb.
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PLAYED BY StrangexSnake
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Ving Rhames as Sebastian Wells
PHARAOH LEAP.
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