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.