Sabastian Banks

[Sabastian Banks]

Name: Sabastian Banks
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Death: Murder
Birthday: march first
Face Claim: Toby Hemingway
Hight, and weight: 6 feet 160 pounds
Steriotype in life: Musicians
Personallity:

Sabastian is shy and doesn't know how to act around people. He would rather be alone, writing, reading or playing music. His childishly optomistic thinking helps him get through unusual events but annoys some people. Sabastian would rather be around those who are happy and trustworthy because he trusts too easily. the boy gets scared a lot and is small for his age. He needs people around. Sometimes people just need to be held.

Family:

Father- Known as Sir. Strict but fair.
Mother- Know as Ma. Smothered Sabastian.

History:

Sabastian was born in a small town near London, England. His parents were like most at the time. Father ledt for work each morning, only to return and demand food, obedience and a clean house. Sabastian's mother was always happy to provide those things. She spent the day cooking pies and cleaning. She was always wearng an apron. Sabastian, not having much to do, took up playing the guitar and decided to attempt the art of words. Constantly reading and writing, kept the young boy out of trouble. Eventually his christian mother became suspisious of his activities, telling him that he must go out and meet others. She claimed that she was gay next. The boy was bi, and found nothing wrong with that. His mother quickly disowned his, forcing the boy to leave town.

Sabastian's adventures in London were confusing. He did not know how to act around people and this caused him to become hopelessly confused. He insulted those that he didn't wish to insult, and could not find a place safe enough to stay. slowly losing his mind, Sabastian had been sucked into a downward spiral of choas. That ended in death for the poor boy. He was killed because someone wanted his shoes. It was a stupid debate that ended the chaos entirly. The darkness took him, and soon peace won. Finally he was free. Free to come to this odd island and continue his life. What a life it will be!

Likes&Dislikes:

Likes
--Writing
--playing guitar
--nice people
--boys/girls
--reading
dislikes
--Rude people
--crowds
--coffee
--his mother
--being called names

Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Sabastian
Experience:

none

Roleplay sample:

Grey fog wrapped around the sole occupant of the large abyss. Weather it was a physical place, or an illusion plaguing the mind of the one encompassed by this unknown, he didn’t know. The only thing Anthony understood was that he was dead. This was certainly not heaven, not that the man thought he would end up in such a magical place. Could this be hell? One designed only for him? One intended to leave him alone with his thoughts and increasing guilt?

Was this the punishment he would receive for his terrible crimes? Solitude? He was cursed with this before, he remembered, and welcomed it once more. At least he wouldn’t be a danger to anyone else. The emotions in this place seemed to be magnified. The guilt he felt was overwhelming.

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