Cold eyes, cold heart.


~ Flavour Text ~

The male with sharp-rimmed glasses sat silently behind his study desk, looking over documents that his hacker had swiped up from cop records. He sighed, eyes fixated on the papers as he spoke: "If you wish to keep your eyes in that pretty little head of yours..." His gaze flicked forward to glare daggers at his guest. "I suggest you stop staring and state what's on your mind."

~ Bio ~

Name: Sebastian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bicurious
Position: Dom

~ Body information ~

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 179lbs
Body Shape: Muscular, mesomorphic
Impairments: Visually impaired, wears glasses.
Birthmarks/scars: Light scarring on his lower back.
Tattoos: His syndicate insignia on his left wrist.

~ Mental information ~

Personality traits: Stern, level-headed, sly, flirtatious
If they like you: He'll give you quirky nicknames and be sure to make time for you. Protective and a little clingy of people he likes.
If they hate you: 'Sorry, who are you again?'
Impairments: Has irrational paranoia over the smallest of things, is getting better at not expressing these things verbally unless he really cares about someone or thinks they'll get hurt. Insomniac, takes sleep meds for it.
Habits: Tapping his fingers against a surface, making eye contact with people he wishes to speak to (doesn't seem that bad right? But he'll often do this to people standing across a busy space.)

~ Background ~

Sebastian was born and raised to lead the prime criminal syndicate in the city. His father lead it with an iron fist and was determined his successor was ready to take his place at any time... much to his mother's dismay. When Sebastian turned 6, she tried to run off with him. Hoping to find him a better life. But her plans were thwarted and she was made an example of right in front of Sebastian. He watched her brutal death and it is burned into his mind... He despised his father from there on, having no choice but to keep up with his vile expectations until he seized his moment to overthrow him.

If he wanted a successor... he'd take up his position by force. He suffocated the bastard right in his study where he overlooked the subway base. He was unable to just take off after that, not with over one hundred people now looking to him to lead. He bitterly continues the syndicate though runs it his way. Anyone who tells him otherwise is swiftly corrected, no matter their age or condition.

~ Currently active with ~

@o_o - Sebastian needed a break from the hefty workload, slipping to a bar to drink away the aches and pains... however, he spotted an individual across the place and became infatuated soon as their eyes met.
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3 | May 12th 2021 19:05