Name:
Sebastian Montgomery Davis
Secondary Name: Ichijin
Description:
Male, 6'2", slim build, pale skin, blonde hair, green eyes, 25. He is
considered rather good looking, if a bit slim of build. He speaks with an
accent that proves he is certainly not American (South African). Cutting a fine
figure, his clothing is often understated, but at the height of fashion. His
movements are deliberate and his gait is smooth, dignified. His smiles are
rare, but when they arrive that are mostly wry in nature unless he is out to
deliberately charm another.
Long and
svelte, fair and lean, fair aquiline features attend the almost aristocratic
line of cheekbones and the rebellious tilt of his nose. Mouth is but a tinted
slash above a rather strong jaw. Cracked moonlight and shadow have their way
with his eyes, dappling irises of malachite with indolent abandon. Brooding
rebellion: an ever wayward lock frequently seems to manage to escape the loose
plait his long ash-blonde hair is often bound within as a forelock falls
negligently over his brow while the rest of his hair descends down to mid-back.
History:
Sebastian was born to money. Old money. It was some
very old money and even the title of Lord that had long fallen into disuse at
about the time of his long dead grandfather. His parents owned a rather large
amount of land in South Africa, and it is there where they resided while his
father made even more money as he ran some rather extensive ship building yards
in Cape Town. The boy grew up bored, affluent, elitist, and had absolutely no
feeling for his parents other than apathy. Well, maybe he had a little
bit of anger at being ignored all of his life. Around the age of twelve, the
whisperings of Homasubi pervaded his thoughts, tempted him with belonging as
nothing else could. In the process of giving himself completely to his god,
Sebastian also lost part of himself. The quiet boy was never all that
extroverted to begin with, but his emotions were bottled up tighter than
before. The boar picked his onisenshi well, and with just enough manipulation
turned the child into nothing more than a shell to do his bidding.
Possibly not so amazing, at that same time, his parents came to a horrible end.
Rather amazing really... and touted in the papers as being sensational, but so
terribly, terribly tragic. There were rumors of a car bomb at the time, but
there was no evidence of explosive residue. So very curious.
Naturally, the vultures showed up. Lawyers with a feigned desire to help the
boy with his inheritance of such an impressive amount of money and property,
even an Aunt pledged to be the boy's guardian until he comes of age even if she
sought only to manipulate him to her own ends. Sebastian played along; quiet
and waiting while the others played their games. Of course, ignoring the boy
would be the fatal mistake of them, literally. Even before he made the age of
eighteen, Sebastian manipulated right on back, slowly but inevitably taking
hold of what was rightfully his.
During all that time, it was well spent in exploring who he is, what he is, and
what he is capable of. And he came to find out, that the world is his to take,
and take it he will -with a side of destruction.
His business interests shifted. Why does one have to build things? Can't
someone make just as much to destroy them? He became a corporate raider, but
instead of creating companies, he bought them and dismantled them. There is
plenty of money to be made in breaking up a business and selling off its
assets.
Alas, Sebastian's enjoyment in swift destruction would inevitably lead to his
leaving South Africa. During one particularly rowdy affair that left the
daughter of one of his rivals to have her virtue questioned (and Sebastian
naturally being the one who was responsible for that virtue to be no more),
said rival publicly confronted Sebastian over it. The young man
apparently ignored the accusation before one and all, but was seething
inside. That very same evening, the rival's beach house was blown to
smithereens rather spectacularly that apparently could be seen up and down the
coast for miles, along with that rival's mistress. Inquiries were made, putting
the heat on Sebastian. Eventually, he left the country for greener pastures:
New York.