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[Mar 17, 2008 * 5:04pm] |
PART II: Character Information
Vital Statistics
FULL NAME: Sebastian Noah Thompson.
AFFILIATION: Shusai due to his occupation, but his allegiance is another matter entirely.
AGE/DOB: August 30th, 2045.
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
OCCUPATION: Chaplain, Gunnery Sergeant in Kilo Company, 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment
THEME SONG: The Pretender, by the Foo Fighters. “You know they all pretend. Keep you in the dark, and so it all began. Send in your skeletons. Sing as their bones go marching in... again. The need you buried deep, the secrets that you keep are at the ready. Are you ready? I'm finished making sense, done pleading ignorance - that whole defense. Spinning infinity, boy, the wheel is spinning me. It's never-ending, never-ending, the same old story. What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender. What if I say I will never surrender?”
RESIDENCE: Living in government provided housing in a neighborhood for members of the military. A small, quaint residence with two bedrooms, one bath and a single car garage, Sebastian’s home lacks any personality whatsoever, not only because it is identical when compared to every other equally drab home within sight, but because Sebastian has a habit of not bothering to make it look occupied at all. Every room in his house has its standard off-white walls and hardly any furniture, each room is kept clean, which is a shocker when you consider his bachelorhood, and if someone were to break into his home, they would find remarkably few personal effects anywhere – in or out of sight.
Appearance
HAIR: Dark, chestnut brown hair is kept in a close crew cut on the sides, just like every other military man who doesn’t want a reprimand, and it’s a little longer on the top. Sebastian has noted the nicknames other soldiers get when they keep their hair high and tight, and he’d much rather avoid the controversy than add fuel to the fire.
FACE: An oval shaped face and a soft jaw is coupled with a square, flat, cleft chin. Undefined cheeks taper down into his square chin, offsetting his rather wide, but thin mouth that is often pressed into a thin-lipped look of cautious observance. His nose is defined, long and slightly turned up at the end – the bridge is somewhat crooked from a break a more than a few years back. His deeply set eyes are under thick, brown eyebrows that manage to dissipate enough to only hint at a possible unibrow. The most striking part of his face is the fact that the lines are very clear and clean, almost methodical, whether the lines are along his nose, the curve of his mouth, from his nose to his mouth when he smiles, or even when he wrinkles his forehead in worry, there’s something very uniform about his features.
EYE: Brown eyes that are as ordinary as his hair are set deep in his face, and could be considered a bit too small for his features, but he got them from his mother – so he’s not going to complain.
COMPLEXION: Naturally an olive skin-tone, even in the dead of winter, Sebastian is one of those people who can bake under a hot sun for hours on end and never burn, neither does he freckle.
HEIGHT: Standing at 6’2”, Sebastian is just above average in height and often feels conspicuous because of it.
BUILD: Of slender, but solid athletic build, Sebastian doesn’t appear slight exactly, but he is easily underestimated because of the way he never seems to fill anything out perfectly.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Serving as a warning for disobedience, Sebastian bares a slightly crooked nose and an inch long scar under his right eye as the result of a gun butt to his face a number of years ago. Oddly enough, despite working with various weapons for over ten years, Sebastian has very “soft” hands, what his father would have called “academic hands”, and for whatever reason, they are always kept immaculately clean by Sebastian himself.
WARDROBE: Fatigues, obviously.
POSTURE & MOVEMENT: Do to training, Sebastian holds himself in perfect posture, and sits erect, he even sleeps in the same woodenly stiff position all the time, without moving. Sebastian has a habit of standing perfectly still, just taking up space, and if not on duty, his straight posture can be coupled with hands deep into the pockets of his pants or arms crossed tautly over his chest. It’s clear on his face and in his tightly wound muscles that he’s always anticipating something, even if he doesn’t even know what it is he’s waiting for, exactly.
Personality
GENERAL PERSONALITY: Length, although not wholly telling in penises, is preferred here; 2-3 paragraph minimum!
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History
From a traditional (CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIAN DENOMINATION) household, his father was a pastor and his mother the typical pastor's wife. Grew up in church, under the tutelage of parents who believe in all the good PR of Shusai, and figured that, while the government wasn't perfect, they were trying and their hearts were in the right place. Foxtrot grew up believing that line of B.S. Shusai was feeding everyone, and because his Model Citizen parents truly want their son to Do Good Things, they sign him up for The Academy when he's eligible at 16, which prepares him for his future career in the military, which he officially enters at 18. Lacking a college education, but with The Academy under his belt and training, he was permitted to come in to the military as an officer, but unlike his Academy comrades, he chose to be a Chaplain over a position that, you know, might get him promoted. Anyway, after two years of Acad, he saw some stuff he didn't agree with 100%, but, you know, that was just certain Commanding Officers, right? Not the whole government. That was just a fluke. There are always bad seeds. Gradually, over time, with everything that gets asked of him, everything he witnesses and rules that begin to be imposed upon Foxtrot, he has slowly lost all of his faith in Shusai. Of course, keep in mind, he's not fully aware of anything Huge And Evil going on, but he knows enough to know that Shusai is lying, isn't all its cracked up to be, and he knows he doesn't agree with it. He's a person of morals, you know? He can't watch people be hurt all the time, I mean, damn. Etc. So, at 28-29ish, Foxtrot is officially off the reservation, although he isn't actively participating in the Revolution, or even, actually, involved at all in the beginning of the game ... he's pretty much covering up for people he knows shouldn't be being persecuted all the time, regardless of the risk, even though he's pretty always been the soft-y of his regiment. Personality = WIP. All I know is he's super reserved and will serve as an Informant for the first bit of the story, and eventually work as a Sharp Shooter.
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