Name- Sébastien Blanc
Nickname- Whiteboard
Age- 19, but he prefers say he's much older. However, his behaviour, puffing out his chest and his mere boastfulness, would drag his mental age down.
Gender- Male
Personality- How would we know what this soul is? I've learnt that throughout events and experience, whatever memories linger in your mind, your character can change, blossom or twist into something else. Completely different. Perhaps it is the unspeakable, the pain -scars, how sweet horrors left their mark, nightmares leaving a lick of paint on your flesh- taunting and monstrous. Or the beauty of live, the reason why we wake up another day, keep our hearts beating for one more second, had flowered, cherished; but, with Whiteboard's movements, those small responses, you could guess that flower of life -a rose would best suit him- had wilted, each petal plucked off by the malicious hands of reality, and the rose would no longer be red, magnificent, only black with the dust of remains; to hold that rose, hold that memory, his fingers would be pricked, and blood would fall, painting his hands, like ink on paper. But, I can honestly say, Sébastien, or Whiteboard, is a quiet person, a listener; a believer or other thoughts, somewhat a viewer of completely different perspectives. Listen to them all, and see all the flaws. Don't repeat their mistakes, follow your own path. He just keeps his idea, his world, hidden from reality. After all, why revive the past when it's best forgotten. He is a mysterious man. After all, aren't mysteries enchanting?
Appearance:
Looks- You see, judging by his nickname, you can tell he is a bit odd. Different; some people would see it as eccentric. Again, truthfully, I would like to keep this secret. He died his hair pink, just for amusement, but now he believes it suits his characteristics. He is quite feminine in physical appearance, high cheek bones, a pinkish splash in his smile, and his eyes are a warm chocolate colour, melting whatever fell under their gaze.
Wears- He used to wearing tuxedos and roses, bow ties and hair gel, but now his appearance has changed; once fancy, a helpless romantic who'd have a laugh, lured in dazed girls and have fun, now a mesmerizing boy who stands in the shadows. Strings of torn material -a faded red, almost a purple, like pale wine- sprawl down his chest, where a tatty hoodie hangs on his collarbones. His hoodie is open, barely resting on his shoulders, a thin shirt sticking to his frame; a small shirt, stained, obviously tugged at the rims in attempt to make it bigger. Ratty jeans, a dark blue, paling at the knees, is etched with scratches and holes, strings of the material hanging; the cuffs fall over his heels, where neon yellow converses are stained with unrecognisable colours. His appearance is quite dark, making his complexion seem more paler, and he's such a flare in the room, a strange aura about him.
Social:
Family- Forgotten, like any other dying memory.
Friends- Vaguely any importance to him. To Sébastien, it is merely just another word.
Crush- Ah, now that's complicated. Beauty, humans fall for it. Like moths who hurl themselves at fire.
Preferences:
Colour- Dark red, almost a deep purple, like a rich grape. He also leans towards the bubble-gum colour of pink, a secret favourite.
Animal- Wolf, a majestic creature, king of the forest, an admirer of the moon. He prefers the predators, lions being his second favourite. He is proud of his hair, his own lion's mane.
Book- The Portrait Of Dorian Grey
Movie- He tends not to watch movies, but his favourite would have to be any horror / action film to exist; Batman, maybe, but he pictures his strange physique to be perfect for a villain, and his own past could suit an infamous villain.
Food- Even though he was born French, his heart is set on Italian foods; lasagne, a delicacy to his tastebuds.
Hobbies- Art, something natural to him, like the twitching of limbs whenever he wields a pencil or paintbrush; an image made from his heart, his soul. Now, he loves to fly.
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Egg: Manticore
Manticore's Name: Tabuu
Gender: Male
Behaviour: Dangerous, deadly, and often unaware to serious events. This creature is playful, always dominant, and does have a soft spot for affection; sometimes this annoys Sébastien when he's trying to attempt a new trick, as Tabuu's attention is lost in daydreams and unfocused gazes. Tabuu will growl, maybe bite, but only to claim his title. Do not go up to him. He chooses to come to you. He holds his head high, prowling down with a majestic stride. Tabuu will cause a fight between the other winged beasts, but this is usually affection, a playful act.
