Post by Sebastian Briel on Jul 23, 2012 14:17:46 GMT -5
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Sebastian BrielTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Sebastian Briel
Nickname(s): Seb, Seby, Bastian, Ian, Kid.
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Original
Birthday/Place of Birth: January 4, 2007
Current Residence: Hiding in a Abandoned House
Family:[/left]Mia Briel [Deceased]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 3'0 He's a little guy
Body type: Small and scrawny, but surprisingly agile
Skin tone: Wonder Bread White
Eye color: Brown
Hair color and typical style: Dirty blond
Played By: Cole Sprouse
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): ---------
My Style:
Seb's style can practically be described in one word; Adorable. Seems to be his theme really. He has the traditional orphan look about him. His shirt is two sizes too big and the long sleeves of his white shirt cover his tiny hands, even when scrunched up. If you look closely you can spot blood stains and torn fabric on the sides. His long shirt stretches down to his knees and makes him look even smaller than he is. Luckily his pants are the right size for him and despite his shirt being big, the rest of his attire does not stop him from making a quick get-away. Seb also has a key necklace that he got from his mama. He never takes it off and it can turn into a knife by pressing a little button on the back of the large key. Briel has a tiny grey jacket, just his size, but he doesn't wear it much. He keeps it in his tiny backpack. The stuff in his backpack include Click [/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes:
-When people smile
-Police officers
-Hide and Seek
-Domo; His small brown monster toy he keeps in his backpack.
-His necklace that he got from Mama.
Dislikes:
-The sick people
-Being Lonely
-Getting yelled at
-People touching his things
-Tense situations
What was/is your characters dream/goals:
Sebastian didn't have any dreams or goals, not really. When he was at school, all he really cared around was recess and trying to not lose at Tag so much. He didn't think about his future and only thought of things from day to day. Though if given the question of what he wanted to be when he grew up, Seb would have said something along the lines of being a police officer or the president.
Fears:
-Getting sick
-Disappearing like Mama
-Bad people who want to hurt him
-Leaving the abandoned house and not being there for when mama comes back[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality (a decent paragraph please):
Seb has grown very quickly since the start of the apocalypse. He really had to. He knows the severity of the situation he has been thrown into, even if there are points he just doesn't quite understand. Zombies are bad, that is a given. However, everyone who aren't zombies he believes he can trust once they introduce themselves. The don't talk to strangers was never really drilled into his head, honestly. He believes if they tell him their name, they aren't really strangers.
He is, well, a kid. He can be hyper and very blunt. He will tell you what he is feeling and ask you any question that will come to mind regardless if it is appropriate or not. There is not a dull moment with him, and often times he can be quite the little prankster once he get comfortable around someone.
Seb is also very well mannered, always saying please and thank you and hardly ever throwing tantrums when things don't go his way. Of course there are times when he just explodes, but those episodes are rare and mild. He had learned very early on from his mother that throwing a fit didn't really get him far in getting what he wanted.
Truly, he is just a polite, if not very shy, young boy who still believes in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. His innocence is profound, especially in a world full of death and he hold a child-like hope that can inspire even the most doubtful.
However, there is also another thing to add to this. As he is becoming more exposed to this new horrible world, his attitude is starting to shift. He is becoming more colder to what is happening and detached. Every zombie that is put down, every looter killed, every single moral choice is being watched by his puppy-dog orbs. Every action made by those around him will affect how he will become in the future. If he survives that is.
Strengths :
-Hopeful
-A great listener
-Agile
-Smart
-Quiet
Weaknesses :
-Not very strong
-Small
-Blunt
-Naive
-Childish
Habits (smoking, drinking, nail biting, etc): He doesn't suck his thumb, believing it to be babyish, but he does bite his thumb nail which can appear sometimes as him sucking his thumb. He will deny it vehemently if someone remarks to such.
Flaws: (please include at least one personality and and one physical): He's a kid. The greatest handicap ever. He can't really take care of himself and need someone to help him survive this horrible new world.[/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
Briel is very agile on his feet, able to move freely in and out of tight spots. He's quick and can disappear in a instant behind objects thanks to his stature. He is very observant and will watch you and listen, especially when you don't think he is paying attention. It is a game to him, so do not be surprised when he mentions something you said that shouldn't have been for his ears, just to see your reaction. [/left]
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Mia Briel was infected. She knew the moment it happened. How could she not? A bite was a bite, no matter how you looked at it. She had been careless, to excited about the food she had found to bring back to her son. Pop-tarts, his favorite. She had been just out the grocery store door when she was attacked right on the arm. She had killed it, but the damage was done. Sebastian didn't know, oh god, she hoped he didn't.
She had told him it was a cut from falling. Honestly, the lie had been pretty terrible, Mia knew it and she believe he did too. Yet he said nothing, her angel boy. He was a smart in that way, knowing when not to pry, just like his father. He was like him in so many ways, it hurt to look at Sebastian sometimes. He had asked once why he didn't have a father. She was never good at lying to her boy, and told him the truth, as painful as it was. He had been sick, very sick and passed away before Sebastian was born. It was becoming more harder to recall her memories.
The fever was starting to become worse. Her body was on fire, sweat dripping down her face. It was even beginning to hurt when she breathed. Mia knew she didn't have much longer. The thought no longer scared her, yet tears began to fall silently from her eyes as she watched her sleeping son. There were things he just didn't understand. The full extent of the outbreak and what it really meant when you got infected, being one of them. She couldn't be near him when she turned. He had a chance, she knew he could survive. Though the thought of leaving him alone scared her to death.
She would not take him away with her, that wasn't a option. He deserved a chance. He deserved to try.
"Sebastian, wake up, hun." She whispered nudging the boy next to her with a shaking hand. The boy woke almost instantly at her voice, tired but immediately alert, just as she had taught him.
"Mama?" He asked putting a tiny hand on her cheek. It was burning something fierce now. "You're sick like the ones that tired to catch us."
His voice was squeaky, and Mia felt her heart crumble in two. "I am, Seby, and I need you to listen carefully."
The boy's eyes widened as he sat up, taking note of her sudden and very serious tone. She only talked like that when he was in trouble. He wasn't in trouble was he? What did he do?
"Do you remember what I told you. The three rules?" Despite the fever, Mia felt lucid, more than she had all day.
Sebastian nodded his head, almost sighing in relief at not being scolded for something he did wrong. "I remember Mama. Stay inside when it's dark, hide when the sick people come and," The boy paused trying to remember Mia's third rule, "Always keep the doors locked."
"That's my boy." She whispered, already beginning to grow more tired. There wasn't much time. "I have to go now, but I want you to remember those rules." She told him, her voice cracking in emotion.
"Oh," He piped, not understanding, "You are going to go get more food? Can I come with you this time?"
"No, Sebastian. You must stay here. Don't follow me, no matter what. When you run out of food you must leave this house. Do you understand?" She asked grabbing her son's toy, Domo, and handing it to him with a conflicted look.
"When you come back?" He asked taking the toy and hugging it to his chest.
"No Sebastian." There wasn't any more time. If she didn't leave she wouldn't have the energy to make it out of the house. "I have to go Sebastian. I love you." She couldn't hold it back, her voice broke as she pulled her son to her chest, carefully to keep him away from her hurt arm.
"I love you too Mama." He still did not understand her behavior.
The blonde haired woman shakily stood to her feet, moving out of willpower alone toward the back of the abandoned house door. She turned around one past time to tell her son to stay and go to sleep before slipping out into the night, knowing her son would lock it after her. She carried nothing with her, but a gun holding three bullets.
Sebastian would be able to handle it. He had hope. There was a strength inside him that would keep him alive. She was sure of it.
Mia did not know how long she walked, the house was quiet enough, surrounded by dense tree that offered a sense of protected from the rest of the world. Her thoughts began to wonder, as she came to a small clearing. She would have continued, but her legs were no longer working properly. With a pained groan, the infected mother collided with a nearby tree, slowly sliding down the trunk of the oak, until she was on the ground.
The gun was in her hand before she could even think the thought. It was what she had to do. She could not become one of them. She refused such a end. No, while she still had life she would choose her own fate, just as she knew Sebastian would.
Oh her sweet angel.
Mia slowly rose the gun to her head. Her hand shaking violently.
He was strong. He would be okay.
Her finger moved slowly to the trigger.
He would survive this. She knew he would.
Bang
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Sebastian knew better than to go outside. Mama had told him countless times not to do it, especially during the night. Even now during the day, he made no moves to leave the momentary sanctuary of the abandoned house he had found. He was scared and the thought of the sick people somewhere outside brought tears to the young boy's eyes. He did not want to get sick. Mama got sick. Then she had just disappeared. He did not want to disappear too.
Sebastian's eyes began to pour angry tears. He missed his mama something awful. She should have been back by now. When was she going to come back? He was so lonely, and he had lost Domo when he had gone to the bathroom.
Seb's toy was probably still in the kitchen where he left it, but the young boy was too scared to go the little distance to retrieve it. He had heard noises outside. Scary noises that made him hide in the closet with his small blanket. He didn't dare open the closet door, not wanting to see whatever the noise could be. He had locked the doors, just as mama had told him too, but it brought the child little comfort.
A tiny and very lonely sob escaped the boy's lips, immediately forcing the child to cover his mouth, remembering what mama had said. Briel had to be like a mouse. A tiny mouse that hid when the sick people moved outside during the night. He remembered. Sebastian was good at being a mouse, mama had even said so herself. The best mouse in the world. Whatever was outside would not find him.
But what about Domo? Though he was a bit angry with his friend, Seb did not want his precious toy to get caught. He needed to save him and take him to his hidey-hole. They would be safe if they stayed together. Taking a mighty breath, Sebastian opened the closet door, his eyes darting to and fro. The room was clear, and no sounds were heard at all. Whatever he had heard was gone, but like a little ninja he pretended to be, Sebastian crawled across the floor, his chin touching the wooden floor. He was invisible.
Crawling, and sometimes scrambling across the floor, Seb slowly made his way to the kitchen. He was quiet, holding his breath as he peered into the empty room. Domo sat on the vacant counter, his mouth open in the traditional "Nom" that he was known for.
"Domo, quick, get over here!" He whispered to the toy, motioning towards his friend with a quick wave. Ducking back to the ground he huffed as the stuffed toy simply stared at him plainly.
"Okey fine, I'll get you." He called towards the toy as if the toy had said something. "But you owe me." Quick and more or less fearfully, Sebastian rushed towards the toy. He quickly grabbed it's brown arm into his hand and darted out of the room and quickly back to his closet forgetting completely about being stealthy.
Closing the door quickly behind him, Seb twisted the lock on the inside and pulled Domo close to his chest. His heart was beating like crazy, but the presence of Domo relaxed him greatly. He couldn't wait until Mama got back.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Win
Your Age: 18
Other character(s) at STL: Jessie Rhodes
Mia Briel was infected. She knew the moment it happened. How could she not? A bite was a bite, no matter how you looked at it. She had been careless, to excited about the food she had found to bring back to her son. Pop-tarts, his favorite. She had been just out the grocery store door when she was attacked right on the arm. She had killed it, but the damage was done. Sebastian didn't know, oh god, she hoped he didn't.
She had told him it was a cut from falling. Honestly, the lie had been pretty terrible, Mia knew it and she believe he did too. Yet he said nothing, her angel boy. He was a smart in that way, knowing when not to pry, just like his father. He was like him in so many ways, it hurt to look at Sebastian sometimes. He had asked once why he didn't have a father. She was never good at lying to her boy, and told him the truth, as painful as it was. He had been sick, very sick and passed away before Sebastian was born. It was becoming more harder to recall her memories.
The fever was starting to become worse. Her body was on fire, sweat dripping down her face. It was even beginning to hurt when she breathed. Mia knew she didn't have much longer. The thought no longer scared her, yet tears began to fall silently from her eyes as she watched her sleeping son. There were things he just didn't understand. The full extent of the outbreak and what it really meant when you got infected, being one of them. She couldn't be near him when she turned. He had a chance, she knew he could survive. Though the thought of leaving him alone scared her to death.
She would not take him away with her, that wasn't a option. He deserved a chance. He deserved to try.
"Sebastian, wake up, hun." She whispered nudging the boy next to her with a shaking hand. The boy woke almost instantly at her voice, tired but immediately alert, just as she had taught him.
"Mama?" He asked putting a tiny hand on her cheek. It was burning something fierce now. "You're sick like the ones that tired to catch us."
His voice was squeaky, and Mia felt her heart crumble in two. "I am, Seby, and I need you to listen carefully."
The boy's eyes widened as he sat up, taking note of her sudden and very serious tone. She only talked like that when he was in trouble. He wasn't in trouble was he? What did he do?
"Do you remember what I told you. The three rules?" Despite the fever, Mia felt lucid, more than she had all day.
Sebastian nodded his head, almost sighing in relief at not being scolded for something he did wrong. "I remember Mama. Stay inside when it's dark, hide when the sick people come and," The boy paused trying to remember Mia's third rule, "Always keep the doors locked."
"That's my boy." She whispered, already beginning to grow more tired. There wasn't much time. "I have to go now, but I want you to remember those rules." She told him, her voice cracking in emotion.
"Oh," He piped, not understanding, "You are going to go get more food? Can I come with you this time?"
"No, Sebastian. You must stay here. Don't follow me, no matter what. When you run out of food you must leave this house. Do you understand?" She asked grabbing her son's toy, Domo, and handing it to him with a conflicted look.
"When you come back?" He asked taking the toy and hugging it to his chest.
"No Sebastian." There wasn't any more time. If she didn't leave she wouldn't have the energy to make it out of the house. "I have to go Sebastian. I love you." She couldn't hold it back, her voice broke as she pulled her son to her chest, carefully to keep him away from her hurt arm.
"I love you too Mama." He still did not understand her behavior.
The blonde haired woman shakily stood to her feet, moving out of willpower alone toward the back of the abandoned house door. She turned around one past time to tell her son to stay and go to sleep before slipping out into the night, knowing her son would lock it after her. She carried nothing with her, but a gun holding three bullets.
Sebastian would be able to handle it. He had hope. There was a strength inside him that would keep him alive. She was sure of it.
Mia did not know how long she walked, the house was quiet enough, surrounded by dense tree that offered a sense of protected from the rest of the world. Her thoughts began to wonder, as she came to a small clearing. She would have continued, but her legs were no longer working properly. With a pained groan, the infected mother collided with a nearby tree, slowly sliding down the trunk of the oak, until she was on the ground.
The gun was in her hand before she could even think the thought. It was what she had to do. She could not become one of them. She refused such a end. No, while she still had life she would choose her own fate, just as she knew Sebastian would.
Oh her sweet angel.
Mia slowly rose the gun to her head. Her hand shaking violently.
He was strong. He would be okay.
Her finger moved slowly to the trigger.
He would survive this. She knew he would.
Bang
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Sebastian knew better than to go outside. Mama had told him countless times not to do it, especially during the night. Even now during the day, he made no moves to leave the momentary sanctuary of the abandoned house he had found. He was scared and the thought of the sick people somewhere outside brought tears to the young boy's eyes. He did not want to get sick. Mama got sick. Then she had just disappeared. He did not want to disappear too.
Sebastian's eyes began to pour angry tears. He missed his mama something awful. She should have been back by now. When was she going to come back? He was so lonely, and he had lost Domo when he had gone to the bathroom.
Seb's toy was probably still in the kitchen where he left it, but the young boy was too scared to go the little distance to retrieve it. He had heard noises outside. Scary noises that made him hide in the closet with his small blanket. He didn't dare open the closet door, not wanting to see whatever the noise could be. He had locked the doors, just as mama had told him too, but it brought the child little comfort.
A tiny and very lonely sob escaped the boy's lips, immediately forcing the child to cover his mouth, remembering what mama had said. Briel had to be like a mouse. A tiny mouse that hid when the sick people moved outside during the night. He remembered. Sebastian was good at being a mouse, mama had even said so herself. The best mouse in the world. Whatever was outside would not find him.
But what about Domo? Though he was a bit angry with his friend, Seb did not want his precious toy to get caught. He needed to save him and take him to his hidey-hole. They would be safe if they stayed together. Taking a mighty breath, Sebastian opened the closet door, his eyes darting to and fro. The room was clear, and no sounds were heard at all. Whatever he had heard was gone, but like a little ninja he pretended to be, Sebastian crawled across the floor, his chin touching the wooden floor. He was invisible.
Crawling, and sometimes scrambling across the floor, Seb slowly made his way to the kitchen. He was quiet, holding his breath as he peered into the empty room. Domo sat on the vacant counter, his mouth open in the traditional "Nom" that he was known for.
"Domo, quick, get over here!" He whispered to the toy, motioning towards his friend with a quick wave. Ducking back to the ground he huffed as the stuffed toy simply stared at him plainly.
"Okey fine, I'll get you." He called towards the toy as if the toy had said something. "But you owe me." Quick and more or less fearfully, Sebastian rushed towards the toy. He quickly grabbed it's brown arm into his hand and darted out of the room and quickly back to his closet forgetting completely about being stealthy.
Closing the door quickly behind him, Seb twisted the lock on the inside and pulled Domo close to his chest. His heart was beating like crazy, but the presence of Domo relaxed him greatly. He couldn't wait until Mama got back.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Win
Your Age: 18
Other character(s) at STL: Jessie Rhodes
Cute picture huh? Just below fluffy kittens? Did it make you say, Aww? Haha! You fell right into his evil clutches. D'aww, just look at him. Who wouldn't love the little guy? You guys will want, no, have the need to protect the kid now. I see it. How can you just let a little guy like this wonder around with zombies? You can't. He will wiggle his way into you heart, maybe without you even realizing it, and then when he says, "I wuv you." You'll be like, "Here, have my squirrel. It's okay, I'm not hungry." And then he will hug you and in that moment you will realize. You're doomed. Oooh, yes. Doomed.
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