If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
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Gourmand
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Gluttony Embodiment
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Jan 12, 2020 21:18:20 GMT
Post by Sebastian Wells on Jan 12, 2020 21:18:20 GMT
OOC Name: StrangexSnake Characters: Sebastian Wells Characters to be Retired: N/A
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If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
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Gourmand
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Gluttony Embodiment
AGE
34
Villain
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Nov 20, 2018 18:52:04 GMT
Post by Sebastian Wells on Nov 20, 2018 18:52:04 GMT
T he posture that he sits. The uniform that stucks comforambaly on to him as if he it was made for him; addition, with the expesive cost to it for the texture that surrounds the layer of the suit. And the gadgets feature among his lithe figure. Apply this and maybe more hidden, this enimga person could be some sort of busniess representative to an upperclass company or so, one of the numerous scattering around the city construction, some a hit or miss. He present must've been awaiting Sebastian for he immediately leap on to his feet at the sight of his present, fixing and dining himself before an outward reach of palm hands was offer, then address his name and title, all within a flash into Sebastian's eyes which softly perk the metahuman into a tiny startle, though the movement from the strange man was nothing but the counter opposite. Vincent Maxfield, he said proudly, as if the name sound any bells or be worship, but then now the large metahuman knows who had made the call to promote a meeting between the two; however, what remain of his greeting was a name not quite a subject in the mouths of many: Axin Corporation. And not only that but the executive assistant of such a place! Sure, he had heard of the enigma products and its sharp endowment of schemes a few times here and there, a perpetrator of not rounding themselves on the radar, but still made themselves known to all. ' Well damn.' he thought to himself, reaching out his own palm hand to squeeze the messenger's own, ' You stated your business, now you have peaked my attention.' With a curve smile glowing across his face, Sebastian gesture with his other hand to motion his guest to relax back down on his chair. " No need to figure out my name, that's why you're here. Great to meet you too, Mr. Maxfield. An executive assistant is such a massive titles for tiny frame work as yourself."
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If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
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Gourmand
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Gluttony Embodiment
AGE
34
Villain
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Nov 13, 2018 23:41:59 GMT
Post by Sebastian Wells on Nov 13, 2018 23:41:59 GMT
T alk. Stop. Answer questions. Talk. Stop. Answer questions. Repeat on repeat of this stuff for almost a near full blown half hour on various of subjects, supports, ideas, and accusations. Sure, some questions did peak at his interest to investigate more such as the spreading whispers of upcoming Heroes appearing more often in New York either by revealing themselves from the shadows or moving here hoping to brand themselves in the Big Apple. Whether this is true of not, for it is just a whisper in the darkness, the thought of metahumans hoping to spread their brand here could give him the leverage of dragging them to his side for an amity as if he too support superheroes. The remaining campagin isn't much perk of interests, but thankfully, it was over before the chance to slip off to sleep could've been his greatest downgrade to this program. "... And with that note, I'm not here just to say things without an impression, or commitments that will lose track along the way in between the selfishness and exploitation that is our old government, all of this effort-- from the crying voices for a more brighter city, the serious action taken instead of preventing them-- it's the EVERYONE'S vote that's the voice for this election to help me to help you with our million dreams. Both humans and metahuman, let's do our parts, whether big or small, to seal New York once more the prosperity it used to have and deserve to recapture. Thank you everyone, and may God bless this glorious nation." Sebastian exclaim, booming his vigours voice for all to hear. His smile still unfazed across his wide face when the thundering applause roars throughout the massive, round room from the performance of the metahuman; the gesture still motion when the large metahuman begins to travel from the platform, some party members reach out for a firm handshake between the two of a 'congratulations' or 'well done's' from different guests or just a quick flash of pats on each back. Although the arsenal of people engulfing him, with the addition of a few either tripping or pounding a step upon his colossal, black tail being drag around, the feeling of worth within these politicians simulate as a beaming blush on Sebastian's face, whether he wants to or not. Mostly not. Not from these old crooks that he loathes. Especially since they're not the ones hogging him down with buckets of cash to host this chore of campaigns, to which it draining him down! Crawling through the ocean waves of party members and flash or live cameras either tailing or surrounding him, Sebastian evades the crowded room from any more interactions, escaping through the circle room and entering the inner lobby, then there can he finally release a breath of relief. 'Nothing in there but those fake people that disapproval of certain traits of someone different,' he thought to himself, pulling out his phone. ' But then claim that they have "that friend" so they can't be THAT kind of person. Ass-licking humans.' If the word irony had a fist... Now to kick back for today and-- BUZZZ -- the alarm almost made the large metahuman tackle the ground as both the sound and vibration startle him. 'Just gonna change that to silence.' Sebastian thought, pulling out his phone and eyeing it down. The text was simply and cut start to the point as he addressed to every worker to notify for. However, to which the short notice appears on his screen, a cry almost escape through his lungs: YOU HAVE A MEETING WITH MAXFIELD. Who the hell is Maxfield? And why of any other days of the week would he set up a meeting AFTER this one? Unless they can poop out pure gold, they better have a good reason to bother him! With heavy feet stomping through the lobby, Sebastian performs twist and turns through section inside the building until he finally reaches the small boardroom that he was supposed to arrive to, brush off any invisible lent from his black suit, then proceed to fly open the door and spot the only person there.
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If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
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Gourmand
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Gluttony Embodiment
AGE
34
Villain
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Nov 11, 2018 21:28:43 GMT
Post by Sebastian Wells on Nov 11, 2018 21:28:43 GMT
G roaning while treking through the hallways of penthouse, brown eyes staring downwards upon the glowing hue of his phone, the large metahuman, although he tries his vcious best, could still hear the crowdness mumbles of various of voices surrounding him, though there was no voices in there, only himself in the empety. The memories of the endless chatters, the contanst bumps and pardons parading himself through the wild crowds, along with the echoing calls of annoucments of upcoming event above him in this tight space, the growing day is climbing and readily to becoming an absoulte horrendous day for Sebastion. Before arrivaling to his house waiting to board this next scheulde campagin, numerous ideals came to him to board private own events behind closed doors or occupationing with only selected and small booth pardaring around the city; however, with each suggest giving to him, Sebastion harshily denied them all for he proclaim that each would wound him as 'weak' to the other cadidates surrounded by 'his babysitters'. In the past, as he was still new to being a candidate, questions suddenly flooded when rumors plagued him about his previous ticket rides had to send him to Californa of all places for possibly cheat some votes to his campaign with outsiders, even despite he stated wasn't for business and it had no place in their mouth in various of rallies, Sebastion still sour from his public ride back and forth was being watched by some spies, but, at least, he finally returned home without no spill rumors this time. 'Although it has been a while since they rumor passed like dust in the wind,' he thought to himself, marching down the stairs after suiting some clothes on. 'Where did fuck did these rumors came about?! No one should even know about my tickets and where he or she takes me. Hell, I don't want my coat riders to know this much about me!' Whoever or whatever is gaining this information much be dealt with and asap! Quite later from this interaction, finally, his phone rings to announce that they were ready to begin his campaign speech alerts Sebastion, state his quick farewell to his spare time alone in his house that he was waiting in, and gather his baggage and leap on a black-suited limousine outside his driveway. Even though he only left the city for two days, it already feels like a heavy nostalgic to travel through the rocky streets: switching lanes due to construction works upon broken streets, the fresh scent of hot packages of meat either slowly rolling on burning cooking rails or flip around in trucks, flying cars trying to escape the rush hour traffics, the siren bellow of emergency vehicle, and soaring skyscrapers clogging the sky. It was wonderful but can be annoying at times to him, but it's home, nevertheless. Coating through the streets for a bit, the elongated car halts nearby an open parking space to drop off its passengers. Rubbing his hairless head, Sebastion's eyes still hover over his phones watching messages on a disclose phone number repeatedly pop in his notification, replying to future plans and events as one of them just so happens to be a quick discussion about his campaign from reporters, nothing new or interesting. As usual during this slow race to the polls, especially since his rival candidates aren't doing any or enough challenge to keep him on his toes, not even a slight smile in this chess build situation to determine whom will rule over this entire city. Then again, these are simple minded humans he's going against, so it isn't much to have fun or drag circles around them, not even blackmail or death threat them. However, the thought seems great to do about now. Gonna put a pin on this lightbulb idea. Sebastion offers pointless 'hellos' and 'welcomes' to various of faces he knows he'll forget in an hour or so as soon as he marches through the lobby, traveling across a few corners and archways of the crowning capital building of the city. The large metahuman reaches the massive platform where flashing lights of cameras shine on him, the roaring voices quite begging to answer their burning questions, the news outline beaming live footage, and a few howling fans, possibly metahumans like him, clapping and cheering at his arrival. With a bright, though fake, grin spread across his face like a paint of a brush, a strong backbone straighten itself, and a memorized speech letter floating in his mind, Sebastion open his lips to reveal his promises to promote this beautiful city and hope to guild both humans and metahumans to a perfect utopia together.
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If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
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Gourmand
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Gluttony Embodiment
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34
Villain
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Sept 19, 2018 2:32:43 GMT
Post by Sebastian Wells on Sept 19, 2018 2:32:43 GMT
Sebastion Wells▪ TAG ▪ NOTES R eceiving emails and stamping letters, in and out, one hoard of concern public of issue replace and repeat with another, the insanity of this city's histroic roots is the real pressure place upon the shoulders of Sebastian as his hand crack and snap with each stroke of written answers with his pen. This pact between his bleeding fingers and these paperworks would've been done early if it wasn't for that hot sauce episode that led the metahuman to be force to reside in his private bathroom for hours on end, to which made his secreatary worried and asked heavily on other staff to arrive on the scene of his tortured pain. However, simultaneously surrounding his endrevous, the staff giggled at his writhe pain. Even at the moment, though the previous burning liqud has passed through his body and down the drain, the staff would parade around his office offering pepto bismol for his "screaming diarrhea". The nerve of this dismay humilanion! It's not funny when it's on his side of the stick. His firm glasses stand at the edge of his nose, eyeing down on future accept and veto legislation on his commands, Sebastian wraps his sweaty forehead along the sleeves of his suit, the hazard of a sudden drop unconscious tiredness is looming over. Documents meant to be in his control and an upcoming press conference held in the boarding house, there could be countless of possibilities on what route he could travel to in order to seize control and get this over with, but for now, he must give in on these pity letters and write down actual answers on the problems and advice. Since the start of this morning, it felt like the world just cave down on him as he struggles to keep with its rapid approach to him in the form of others seeking him out, waving stockpile of questions on questions to what to do or how to do it. He's the bellwether, but those follow him felt like pigs than sheep to him. -- A Few Hours Later -- "-- And so we'll halt the flow on this street until the sewer line is complete; we'll reroute the traffic here. Anyone else has any questions?" conclude Sebastian, scanning his brown eyes across his board meeting between the oval office of staff peers. His finger steady on the diagram design of the downtown streets and its new reroute station for yet another sewer pipeline breaking in the area. If again this problem resurfaces in his face, the city would have to drive themselves in muddy waters of their own filth. "We'll adjourn the next section of the placement of our new museum tomorrow. Thank you for your time, gentlemen." After lifting himself from his chair and shake a few hands from the staff, Sebastian strolls out from the meeting and away from anymore chatters from the rest until he spots his secretary, Charlotte, with a bundle of blue files occupying her hands and a warm smile greeting her chief awaiting for him outside in the hallways. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wells," she exclaims, her body almost appearing to be bouncing. "How was the meeting today?" Instead of answering her question, the massive metahuman looms over her like a shadow and peer down on the hoard of files she was carrying, snarling at the sight of even more work, but he halts any more dismay and reaches for them, flipping through sheets of mundane documents. His legs begin to take a stroll with heavy steps, hearing tiny ones from his secretary beside him before he allows himself to speak. "Boring, as usual, Charlotte. Nothing but some old oversea humans coming here and wasting my time! I don't even know why I tolerate them." With a short huff of breath blowing through his nose, he slaps down the files on the secretary's arms for her to return caring for the documents as mumble to himself under his breath. "Nothin' on these files but freaking demands by everyone calling out to share their damn 'problems' to me." Between the rest of the way in complete silence allowing only the boots of their shoes to clicking on the tiles of the floor and the quick mumbles beneath his breath, Sebastian suddenly halt in his tracks close to his office as his eyes darts to the hanging clock slowly counting down the minutes, "Tell me, Charlotte, when's break? Or, at least, what other shit do I have to do?" Charlotte switches her glaze from her manager to the clock, then fixes it back at the taller metahuman. "Ummm... Do you want me to check? I'm sorry, sir, but I don't have my clipboard with me. I think... you do have three more appointments today." "Three more?! From what I just been through it felt like I've been here for days!" sigh Sebastian, rubbing circles along his temporal, then spin towards his secretary rapidly. His mouth opens then quickly shuts it, letting him imagine what to say. Vulgar maybe in this situation. "Just give me a gun to end it all..." Thinking of it as a joke, a chuckle cohort through Charlotte's lips, nudging her elbow into her boss's bulging belly multiple times to gain a reaction or a chuckle in return, "To end time?" "I was thinking more to myself, really." His face morbid, Sebastion didn't have skipped a beat nor a crack in his voice of such a delivery. His eyes want to slip away from the slight of the slow-moving sticks of the clock, but the silent, metallic rotating clicks of it was hypnotizing even if it was unbearable to his ear. He couldn't peer away from the round object, but he could feel at glaring and judgmental eyes all around him; however, when he finally snaps back into reality, the horror, but questionable eyes of his secretary was shown on her expression along with a gabbing, opened mouth as if her words were still on her tongue. His own eyes widen while a whirlwind of perplexing emotions swims through his mind-- angry, forgiveness, and then sadness. But... why? What did he just say? "I'm... I'm so sorry..." Sebastion frown, placing a gripping hand on his secretary's shoulders, although a little too hard. His eyes may display a scared child, but his face captures a different emotion. "Just... Nevermind... to whatever I said. I'll be in my office. Just get me some coffee." His grip left their position, and without looking behind his shoulders, stroll through his office doors and slap the door shut tightly. "Yes... sir," reply Charlotte outside the doors, eyes still glitter with the same broken expression. "I'll get it right away." Inside his office, the atmosphere shiver with coldness instead of its traditional warmth. Ah, the windows were closed. His hands swing open the curtains, but even though the fading sun stands strong peeking through, the coldness still lingers, turning the liquid sunlight that brightens the dark corners return to its original form like a shadow; even the lamps scattering about wasn't enough to illuminate the room. Sebastion position himself down on his leather chair and reactions to nothing significance, that is until after a while when Charlotte finally enters into his room after a permission knock with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, along with a plate of donuts in another. Unfortunately, thanks to their interactions from earlier, the two quickly avoid each other's glares nor dare take a moment to speak about the problem forced between them, though maybe it's for the best. Charlotte promptly left the compact room to her supervisor and his lonesome chugging down his black beverage and ripping through sugar powdered snacks, the sensation taste of different ingredients as he could distinguish each one, but even this favorable activity surrender him to a gloomy appearance. 'Why are you like this, Sebastion?' he thought to himself, finishing the last bit of his snack. 'You're a disgusting, ugly lard. You couldn't hold yourself and remember why you have these emotions. A sick freak.' This. This feels very familiar with every word. Is this speech on repeat? A minute in silent, Sebastion leans back in his chair, then pull out a drawer and firmly grips an object and spread it on top of his desk, staring at the clad black object with anger, but also a curiosity: a small handgun. Why does he have this? For protection for any invaders? He picks up the handgun and notices that it's armed with a bullet, just one instead of the usual six pieces. No, he isn't like this, and he knew this as he never felt... this way about himself to have this with him, it can't be. Everything has a reaction from a problem, so his problem must something unless that isn't what but who, and he knew: Humans. Even though he shared the same body as one, his power and abnormal tail appear otherwise in this new Earth, thus they must be the sole reason why he would do this to himself. "Like those humans in the last meeting. They can't nothing. Nothing without my aid and power. But yet, this is what they're doing to me? Did THEY put this gun in here like that filthy money grabbing United Front human demons?!" Speaking of which, as soon as he lands to this conclusion and ideal, the buzzing of the office phone begins to ring on cue, and behind the line speak the same voice from early this morning. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Wells, but my boss REALLy demands that you pay him now tonight or the entire deal is off and he'll send his men in your house." begin Rowan, the absent of shakiness in his voice is noticeable as it now replaces in a more seriousness and professional vibe. "He got some of our boys and pinpoint a location for you guys to handle the deal. No witness and it's outside the city line for you to get in trouble." "Alright, name the place and time." Sebastion reponse. No clever one-liner, no witty banter, or thundering laugher; just a simple and honest reply to some thugs that called on such terrible timing.
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If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
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Gourmand
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Gluttony Embodiment
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Post by Sebastian Wells on Sept 6, 2018 1:04:45 GMT
Sebastian Wells ▪ TAG ▪ NOTES W ith blinding streaks of lights and its blazing warmth peeking through thin layers of blind cloths covering the windows of homes, a fraction of its nimble moving luminary lights and effacing any and all trace of dark areas. The rising sun was placed in upon the horizon of the city that never sleeps-- or preferably called, New York-- begins to creep behind the immense, towering buildings and replace the glowing appearances of brightly lit street lights, and small lamps and such indoors of offices working late hours, into its own as the sweeping speed of zooming and beeping cars blanketing the blacken roads, already the inhabits of the land drove to their destinations; however, no matter how much the blazing sun strike down upon one particular face, Sebastian's snores and shut eyes still lingers. His bare, brown skin was occupied with a couple of delicate hands warping themselves around him as they too dazed and ignore the sunny morning lights. That is until the blasting vibrating noises of the host's house phones pound into the ears into one of the guests as their body takes a startling leap from the mattress and bump into the others, waking them too in the same patterning jolt. However, still, Sebastian remain silent. Their eyes swift at one another confuse and daze at the sudden vibrations, but slowly their minds pop open into conscience to their surroundings when one of the ladies crawl over the other three to grip a single bottle and slither from the sheets of the bed and out of the room without a huff of a word. As if feeling the coldness of a spotless of an area was enough to blend into a nightmare, Sebastian finally wakes up and glare down at his dwindling number of bedroom guests begins to remove themselves of his view and out the door. Of course. Not even a smooch of goodbyes from them. Not even this one dude left is enough to satisfy him. Obviously vexed at how his morning become to be, Sebastian slaps and use a mighty hand to pull down his circle face grunting and moaning his still tiresome eyes hoping to, at least, try to build up a working brain so that he could get up from the sinking mattress. It took ages, but his massive body manages to accept its orders and dip a single toe down the cold floor, shivering from the bottom down until he gets used to it and pace across the room near his windows, then fling open the curtains allowing every drop of sunlight to gain entrance into his room. The view wasn't anything special: the flowing river of the glamorous city sweeping by under a bridge, towering castles of building in tight rows, and the lustful garden of wildlife parking outside his view. Like said before, nothing special; hell, this is his penthouse rather than his actual house somewhere else for his own private company. Returning to his bed he and gathers a robe to travel with, Sebastian loom over the single male to which make him quickly spirit over to a flower pot, run back over to the sleeping guy, and pour leftover steam water on his face and purposely drop the pot on the guest. "Hey, man," Sebastian respond, taking the angry glare of the person with a grain of salt, "Either ya want another pot across ya to face, I suggest ya get the fuck out of my bed." Instantly, the man obeys the much taller and stronger gentleman, thus he gathers his own clothes scattering across the floor and sink away from the room, but without mumbling harsh words under his breath. Sebastian notice this and swiftly reach his arm around the surprise man's neck, lowering his mouth near the scared man's ear, and softly whisper into it, "I'm sorry what was that? I thought I heard you called me a fat ass? Is that what you said?" Clearly fearing life itself, the nervous guy struggle then heavily swallows his tongue and shakes his head, it was a breath of relief when the muscular metahuman release his grip from his neck, though the slap of the butt was uncalled for at the end. "The money's on the table! Now get out!" Sebastian roar, allowing the guy to bolt through the doors without more embarrassment needed. And with that, this left Sebastian to bake in his warm room alone in a fancy, red silk robe covering a naked body. Hm, a weird day to start the day. After leading himself to the bathroom for a quick wash off, the raucous sound of the house phone buzz once more to muster the attention of the owner to leap from the soaking shower and answer, listening to a familiar voice chatting out commands before finally returning their voice closer to the phone. "Hello, Mr. Wells. This is--" "I know who this is... Rowan, isn't? From The United Front? Whatda what?" "Oh, getting quite to the point, are we?" "I was in the middle of a shower, ya dipshit. I'm not asking again; or do you want me to face you personality again?" "No, no! The last time was enough for us. I'm just calling that the money you owe us is due today..." A few seconds of silence flow between the lines, thus Rowan continues. "... OK, the silence is a threat, granted. But, the big man wants his money- the thousand dollars from the dox papers on potential metahumans- saying that 'you're bleeding him dry with your damn charities', his words, not mine!" After yet another few seconds of silence, a sharp jolt from the receiver can be heard when Sebastian offers a small cough to lift the awkwardness between the two, then his own booming voice finally speak, "Of course. Of course. Hey, how about after work we could meet up. Just me and your boys." "...Hmm... Suuuure? I'll tell them. Remember- that's what HE said, not me!" "OK." "I'm innocent! Please!" "Got it." And with that, Sebastian abruptly ended the conversation and slam down the phone, gleefully hoping for just their joyful meeting. --A Few Hours Later-- A voyage around the city's streets is a favorable towards Sebastian as he was ostracize from the world behind the blank tint car windows covering his features and whereabouts, though his crimes was wide and known in shadows and dark corners sending his heinous murder spree out in the world but with a little sweep clean of any shreds of evidence, it's hard for those determined to place either a most wanted screenshot or a bullet through his head. In the past, maybe as he was reckless and ambitious, grinning teeth at the possibility of having a thrilling chase throughout the city, but that was in the behind him, and his mind flooded with plans and tactics in his anew appearances. Not to mention, his place tuck neatly in the law as the overseer in this sublime city! Speaking of which, arriving a block away in his car, there lies the castle of his shining victory over the inhabitants of New York: white marbles stone walls framing every archaeology walls, countless of peeking windows on every floor of the mansion-like office, four mighty and strong poles sticking out like candles on a birthday cake, and a perfectly lined stairway waiting for someone noble to sit upon its throne. Sebastian just happens to be its king. Sliding his darkened colored tail along the tiled floor, Sebastian paints a cherry face greeting each client in every step until his position leads him ever closer to his office behind another shield doors. Well, until a rounding sound of snarls of threats can be heard across the hallways near his secretary post. Annnd it is between his secretary and some guy. Great, another way to start his day. Without hesitation, Sebastion immediately grips his fingers behind the anger guy's head and slam him on the secretary's desk, a slight crack and muffle scream follow suit at the sudden attack. Sebastian forces the now swollen, broken nose thug upwards as the two stares in familiar eyes- yep, this is one of The United Front's boys, no doubt marching over to claim their paycheck. "I thought I told ya boss that we'll meet after work. This is troublesome for the both of us," chuckle Sebastian, witnessing droplets of blood dropping on the now bloody floor. His brown eyes swift to spot that sweet, but a wicked smile of his secretary and her fingers tangle to form a small bridge for her head to lay upon like the beautiful young lady she is. "However, I couldn't help but hear a certain word slip from your mouth. A certain b-word to this lovely lady right here." Although the single head smashing was enough for the thug, Sebastian feels the need to force another head smashing upon the desk once more until the guy's feet were slipping in his own blood to carter the metahuman to pull him closer nose to nose. "Now apologize to her right now or I'll slap your face against the desk again." After shifting dagger stares forth and to between Sebastian and his secretary, the thug keeps his eyes on the grinning, suited woman, griding his teeth, "Fine... I... I'm sorry I called you a bitch..." With that, Sebastian gives him a seldom nod, twist him around, and toss him away from them, but demand his attention before the thug scurries around the corner, covering his still bleeding nose. "Now I don't want you nor any more in MY office again! We can talk later, ya hear! Now scat!" With the only sound produced from the sneakers spirting elsewhere, Sebastian spin around to give his own version of a wicked smile at the secretary when the both of them burst a heartfelt laugher at the events that just occurred, like schoolyard bullies they are, repeating gestures as they pretend to slam each other heads and cracking and bawling tears in between. Afterward, his secretary detail how the event unfolded with an argument between her and the thug after the rude man came in demanding cash or he'll tear down the place by force. Of course, of fucking course! Who are these people? The IRS? It seems like after months ago some goon came up badgering everyone to the point that security was much needed despite metahumans obligate to work here. Although thankfully, words haven't gotten out about this system outside of this building, it still paints an infirm poor picture at him. And in a dandy suit this morning, speaking of which he hopes not a drop of blood splash on the formal black suit. "Well, if any more of those men come back, you have the right to say 'freeze' since you're so nice." smile Sebastian, laughing through his tremendous canine fangs as his eyes only stare at a quiet face of the secretary. Nothing? His fangs remain open for his silly laugher as he continues. "Aww, don't put me on thin ice, Charlotte, I'm giving you solid praises! Don't give me those cold eyes!" Yet again nothing but a stone face from Charlotte, how rude after saving her! "I said--" "I know what you said, Mr. Wells, I'm just not gonna response to dumb jokes." Charlotte remark, painting the same stone face while diving her eyes down and typing away on her computer, not any a single glance back at her commander. "But... yeah I said--" "Ice jokes. I know." "Your powers are cool." "......" "I said cool, this time." "Are you trying to hit on me again, Mr. Wells? Just because you had a past with the Hero Program doesn't mean that you can kiss every damsel in distress, besides I have a boyfriend." "He would never know. We could have an open relationship." "I'm pretty sure he will. Now get going, I've already placed your paperwork and early lunch on your table in your office, then MAYBE we can talk afterward. In the meantime, go and do your job. Please." After bidding a farewell, for now, the large metahuman arrives at the office of the city. The brown, sturdy and noble door swings open for his eyes to examine the inside of his neatly stacked and organized, all around in two exquisites, but compact rooms prop with furnitures you'd typically seen in every office for every mayor, though he gave it a little more style that he knew would be cherished by him only. Thankfully no soul was in sight in his office for him to do his business- a risky business, that is! With a sharp slide through another set of doors, Sebastian hum and dance his way towards his throne chair, shaking his hips and grooving to imaginary beats to 'When I Grow Up' while swirling his tongue over his lips at the sight of the regal, immense hoard of food just waiting to be eaten; his bearing ravenous fangs could already feel the pack meals swimming in his mouths as he prepared to unbutton his suit to reveal a vertical line on his gigantic belly leaking saliva. A strong plop down on his seat still wiggling with excitement like a young kid in a candy store, Sebastian's fingers slowly tickle his belly to relax his senses for he automatically flitch in his mind at the upcoming appalling pain he must endure, to which happens as the claws embedded on the tip of his fingers firmly slice through thin layers of soft texture skin. ' Damn it!', he thought, feeling the intense flowing blood blanketing his fingers, even if this was the thousand times he must open himself up to feed both mouths, his skin thinks otherwise and always send chilly shivers throughout his body with every inch of his skin being peel apart. ' Heh... The Event gave me this power but I guess not bleeding is asking too much...' It was just a few seconds later that his entire belly opens up to reveal much larger dagger fangs and a slimy, longed tongue inside, then a few more minutes speed by to getting used to the now fading pain, Sebastian was ready to engulf his glamours lunch with both mouths open wide. No matter how high the mountain of junk food lays before him, or whatever it was in the pile from unknown origins, Sebastian gores down countless items and junks simultaneously with both mouths. Eggs, tin cans, sugar pills, blueberries, aluminum bulbs, papers, meatloaf, and so much freaking more! Savory spins within his teeth and tongue and... and... WHAT THE..?! In mere seconds when an enigma beverage glop down his throat the savory taste of the previous wonder shot up in flames in this burning sensation- and not the good kind, more like why is his mouth is in agonizing pain! His stomach boils with steam and bubbles enough to gag from his own intestines and other organs stuffed inside next to explode. Hugging and cooing himself to try to relax and ease the pain, he scans over the beverage to see what was in it but all it had was a note wrapped around with a statement that blows steam through his ears: 'Ha Ha Ha! Hot Sauce! That's For Not Paying Us Last Month'. "Hot sauce?!! How did they even get this in my office?" he screams, still holding his stomach from the producing raging lava being thrown up through his upper mouth. This entire early lunch is destroyed by the acts of immaturity crimes that shall not go unpunished!
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If you're intimidated by me, that's something you'll have to deal with
ALIAS
Gourmand
POWER
Gluttony Embodiment
AGE
34
Villain
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Jul 26, 2018 20:25:24 GMT
Post by Sebastian Wells on Jul 26, 2018 20:25:24 GMT
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Sebastian Wells
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I'm gonna go medieval on this city
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ALIAS // Gourmand
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Thirty-two
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Male
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // Villain
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[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
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. [break][break]
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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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 [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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 [attr="class","hopelovetop"] [break][break] CHILDHOOD; Age 1-9 [break][break] At the start of his life, Sebastian mostly had only two things in life: an imagination and a lack of purpose. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] PRETEEN; Age 10-12 [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] TEEN; Age 12-18 AKA BEFORE THE EVENT [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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... [break][break] ADULT; 19-32 DURING/AFTER THE EVENT [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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... [break][break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
ABILITY[break][break] Gluttony Embodiment [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] Partially Prehensile Tail [break][break] 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. [break][break]
LIMITS[break][break] Gluttony Embodiment: [break][break] 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. [break][break] Partially Prehensile Tail [break][break] 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. [break][break]
WEAKNESSES[break][break] Gluttony [break][break] 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. [break][break] 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. [break][break] Partially Prehensile Tail [break][break] 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. [break][break]
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PLAYED BY StrangexSnake
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