f.c chris evans
Seb is pretty tall, standing between 6โ0
and 6โ1. Heโs well-muscled and normally
always clean-shaven. His hair is dirty
blonde, and his eyes are a bright sea-
blue.
His style is a bit out-dated. He prefers
plain t-shirts, usually from charity shops
and worn-out jeans. He wears his dadโs
watch, despite the fact it broke over
twenty years ago.
As a dingo, heโs somewhat large. Heโs just
over 60cm at the shoulder, comparable to
a small german shepherd. His fur is a rusty
orange colour, and his white markings are
just about distinct enough to let him pass
for a weird-looking mix breed dog, to the
untrained eye at-least.
Personality wise, Seb is caring and patient.
Heโs known as the โdad friendโ or the โgo-
lden retrieverโ. He will always try to help if
he can, even if he has to begrudgingly get
stern. He can be over-protective and some-
-times he proves to be a bit too trusting.
Seb wants the best for everyone, heโll defend
people as well as he possibly can, although
prefers to steer away from violence.
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โand if we hit on troubled water,โ
โIโd be the one to keep you warm and safeโ
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx โ
x sebastian โsebโ morgan โ m โ bi โ 31 โ american/aus โ dingo
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[ protective ] [ paternal ] [ calm ] [ gentle ] [ logical ] [ confident ]
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Seb grew up on a family friendโs cattle ranch. He was raised by his motherโs bestfriend
after a car accident caused their untimely death. Seb had always been a good, hard-working
kid. His โauntโ and โuncleโ raised him as if he was their own, and he had a very uneventful
childhood. He would study hard for his exams at school, go back to the ranch and work with
the horses and cattle into the night; despite his auntโs concerns. He found himself at home
within the wilderness and the mountain ranges, always being the first to volunteer on their
cattle drives. His uncle took him fishing at weekends, his aunt taught him how to gentle
horses and drive a trailer. Overall his childhood was full of joy, a few scrapes and bruises but
belly laughs and playful jokes always soothed it over.
When Seb finished his education, he decided to stay and work on the cattle ranch with his
family whilst also volunteering for the local childrenโs youth centres. He worked as a part
time outdoors instructor, teaching young kids how to belay on the climbing wall, kayak safely,
even teaching how to stay stuck in a ponyโs saddle.
It wasnโt until Sebastian was twenty-six, did he finally learn about his shifting ability. His
calm and patient demeanour hadn't allowed him to become emotional enough to trigger it.
Someone had lost a drunken bet against his uncle, and snuck into the stables in the early
hours if the morning; throwing a lit match into the bales of haylage. By the time Seb had
managed to free the horses and the fire department arrived to douse the flames; theyโd
lost a mare and her colt to smoke inhalation.
Their farm dog tracked the smell of a stranger into the woods, and Sebastian went on a
rage-induced pursuit of the arsonist. The man, once again drunk just laughed at Seb
when confronted, the light of the moon filtering through the dense foliage. Seb snapped,
a red haze over his vision.
A few minutes later and he woke up, hair matted to his scalp with blood. His aunt cradled
his head in her lap, and his uncle was kneeling, checking the stranger over. They stayed like
that for hours, Sebโs vision blurred and his head throbbing. The sunrise brought clarification
though; and Seb was propped upright as he listened to his uncle. It was a ludicrous story.
From what they could tell, Seb in his rage had shifted and attacked the stranger, who in
defence had picked up a rock to get Seb off him. The man lived, too drunk to recount the
night properly. His injuries were blamed on their farm dog - who was given a free pass due to
the circumstances.
As it turned out, his uncle and aunt found some old letters - addressed to Seb from his dad.
Apparently the gene came from his Australian father; who was apparently a dingo shifter.
It contained vague ideas of where to go for more information, and apologises for not being
there. The letter had been written when Seb was born, twenty-seven years ago and served
as a โjust-incaseโ failsafe.
His aunt and uncle helped him research, and eventually they learned of the existence of
fox island. With a tearful goodbye, Seb packed his bags - determined to learn more about
himself but also wanting to be able to help anyone whoโd no family left either, a place to
lean on eachother.
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[ istj ] [ august ] [ leo ] [ citrus and woodland ]
โIโd be the one to keep you warm and safeโ
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx โ
x sebastian โsebโ morgan โ m โ bi โ 31 โ american/aus โ dingo
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
[ protective ] [ paternal ] [ calm ] [ gentle ] [ logical ] [ confident ]
__________________________________basic info _________________________________
Seb grew up on a family friendโs cattle ranch. He was raised by his motherโs bestfriend
after a car accident caused their untimely death. Seb had always been a good, hard-working
kid. His โauntโ and โuncleโ raised him as if he was their own, and he had a very uneventful
childhood. He would study hard for his exams at school, go back to the ranch and work with
the horses and cattle into the night; despite his auntโs concerns. He found himself at home
within the wilderness and the mountain ranges, always being the first to volunteer on their
cattle drives. His uncle took him fishing at weekends, his aunt taught him how to gentle
horses and drive a trailer. Overall his childhood was full of joy, a few scrapes and bruises but
belly laughs and playful jokes always soothed it over.
When Seb finished his education, he decided to stay and work on the cattle ranch with his
family whilst also volunteering for the local childrenโs youth centres. He worked as a part
time outdoors instructor, teaching young kids how to belay on the climbing wall, kayak safely,
even teaching how to stay stuck in a ponyโs saddle.
It wasnโt until Sebastian was twenty-six, did he finally learn about his shifting ability. His
calm and patient demeanour hadn't allowed him to become emotional enough to trigger it.
Someone had lost a drunken bet against his uncle, and snuck into the stables in the early
hours if the morning; throwing a lit match into the bales of haylage. By the time Seb had
managed to free the horses and the fire department arrived to douse the flames; theyโd
lost a mare and her colt to smoke inhalation.
Their farm dog tracked the smell of a stranger into the woods, and Sebastian went on a
rage-induced pursuit of the arsonist. The man, once again drunk just laughed at Seb
when confronted, the light of the moon filtering through the dense foliage. Seb snapped,
a red haze over his vision.
A few minutes later and he woke up, hair matted to his scalp with blood. His aunt cradled
his head in her lap, and his uncle was kneeling, checking the stranger over. They stayed like
that for hours, Sebโs vision blurred and his head throbbing. The sunrise brought clarification
though; and Seb was propped upright as he listened to his uncle. It was a ludicrous story.
From what they could tell, Seb in his rage had shifted and attacked the stranger, who in
defence had picked up a rock to get Seb off him. The man lived, too drunk to recount the
night properly. His injuries were blamed on their farm dog - who was given a free pass due to
the circumstances.
As it turned out, his uncle and aunt found some old letters - addressed to Seb from his dad.
Apparently the gene came from his Australian father; who was apparently a dingo shifter.
It contained vague ideas of where to go for more information, and apologises for not being
there. The letter had been written when Seb was born, twenty-seven years ago and served
as a โjust-incaseโ failsafe.
His aunt and uncle helped him research, and eventually they learned of the existence of
fox island. With a tearful goodbye, Seb packed his bags - determined to learn more about
himself but also wanting to be able to help anyone whoโd no family left either, a place to
lean on eachother.
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[ istj ] [ august ] [ leo ] [ citrus and woodland ]
