Sebastian Fitzgerald II.. finished.. emm.. againName: Sebastian Fitzgerald II Nickname: Seb Code Name: Shroud Affiliation: Brotherhood Gender: Male Age: 19 Birthday: October 31st Hair: Black Eyes: Black Height: 6ft Weight: 80kg
Mother: Sandrine Fitzgerald.. Dead Father: – Sebastian Fitzgerald – Alive.
Other Important Relatives/People in their lives: No one. Anyone who has ever attracted his attention is either dead or discarded.
Physical Description: 6 foot tall, Sebastian’s well cut clothes conceal an athletic build. Not that he has been either a jock or a geek at high school. God forbid! He has always been in the popular crowd , not because of his winning personality but because his name makes him someone you want to be seen with
His style is expensive and eccentric, a reflection for his fascination with the early part of the 20th century. His heroes, if he would ever admit to having any, are Gatsby and Capone and it shows in the way he dresses, though he has given the image his own very 21st century twist. All in all it makes for a look that has nothing to do with blending into the crowd. Far from it! When Sebastian walks down a corridor he expects peoples gaze to follow. If that doesn’t happen then he has failed. And he doesn’t often fail.
His hair is short and dark. His eyes too are dark enough to seem unusually black, but not dark enough to scream mutant at the tops of their voices. His voice is cultured to the extreme. Money and confidence literally drip from it. Whatever he wants he can get. That much is obvious and it shows in the way he holds himself and in every movement he makes.
Confidence, danger and seduction! Those are the words that come to mind when one thinks of Sebastian. And money.. ohh .. money in the extreme. If Sebastian wants something then he will buy it. Things . Power. Women! And if by some remote chance he can’t buy it then he will sleep with it. That’s not a power that has anything to do with the fact that he’s a mutant. It is however something that marks him as his father’s son. And it is something he has actively cultivated over the years.
Powers. Entropy!
Either death follows Sebastian around or he is attracted to it. To be honest he’s never quite worked out which it is. His interpretation varies depending on how many people have just dropped dead in his immediate vicinity and how many martinis he happens to have consumed at that precise moment in time!
The truth that Seb has never yet fully dared to accept is that it is a bit of both Some perverse luck does indeed seem to put him in the path of those about to die. While all around him his own entropic field leeches life out of those who dare to get too close for too long.
Sebastian can send a girl flowers.. as long as he never touches them. They tend to wilt when he’s around. But then again most things do. Grass doesn’t exactly wither when he walks on it. That would be taking things too far. He’s not, however, the guy you’d want to look after your hamster during the holidays. Not that he would in any case. Still.. you get the idea.
This power isn’t something he can control anymore than uranium can control its radioactive output. Things he stays in contact with decay more rapidly than they should. Those that are already dead go fastest. Cut flowers fade. Wood rots. Metal rusts. Plastics and synthetic matter put up a good fight. Even he hasn’t made everything biodegradable.
People…. Well .. cells regenerate don’t they? Just not in his presence
! Still if you’re not there 24/7 then you should be alright. Unless of course you’re only near him because you’re already supposed to die! Because if that’s the case ….
Sebastian may not be able to get rid of the residual field that emanates from him. That doesn’t mean that he can’t tap into it when he wants to, though it tires him to do so. Need a lock opened? He can make it rust away or simply drop out if he rots whatever’s holding it in place. Provided he can touch it that is. If its only in his zone of effect then he cant specifically target it..the whole field would have to be intensified with whatever results that might have. This isn’t something he likes to do. Firstly its takes more energy. Secondly… well this isn’t acid we’re talking about or brute strength.. its decay…long years of neglect and aging concentrated into one space and time. Death.. if that’s how you chose to see it.. and that isn’t something you play around with
Certainly when his power is applied to people that’s what it amounts to! Not a death touch as such! No instantaneous finger of doom. But a steady draining of life that any pulp fiction vampire would be proud of .
The plus side , if indeed there is one, is that microbes don’t stand a chance where he is concerned. No bacteria lives long enough to make Sebastian ill.
The down side…. Food has to be fresh… really fresh. Leftovers aren’t a consideration. Sell by dates crash and burn. Milk.. don’t go there…. Though wine.. ah well sometimes the possibility to age a bad merlot into a vintage red doesn’t go amiss. On the whole though eating is a delicate business and one it must be said that worries Sebastian more than a little. For now it’s merely inconvenient.. If his power grows though it may well become la major problem.. . and that isn’t a possibility he really wants to envisage .
Anything electronic simply hates him. Have you any idea how easy it is to rot away the precise piece of solder that makes a cell phone function or a computer run smoothly? Ask Sebastian, he’ll tell you all about it. Lets just say that he sometimes feels he’s keeping the industry alive single handed. It’s a pain. It’s more than a pain. But then again it does major payback to the paparazzi that tend to follow him around. Die cameras die!
It could he supposes be useful from time to time…all in all though it just annoys him.. making him use voice programmes on everything possible.. It helps if he doesn’t actually touch the keyboard, remote etc. Cell phones though, those crash and burn within the week... Good thing he can buy more!
History
The very first thing Sebastian Fitzgerald II did, even before he taking his first breath, was kill his mother. Which was, to say the least, unfortunate. Especially as far as his father was concerned.
Sebastian Fitzgerald 1, self made millionaire and renowned ladies man had never expected to fall in love. That was something that only happened to other people, those who didn’t have any other choice but to clutch onto the one desperate chance that fate might perhaps throw their way. That wasn’t his case though. He could walk into a room and know that he could have any woman he wanted. So why, he reasoned, not have them all. After all what could be more boring than waking up each and every day beside the same woman? Wasn’t that a kind of death?
Then one fine day in Cannes he met Sandrine de la Croix and his world tumbled around him. She was French nobility, sophisticated in a way that he could only pretend to be and with a mind just as quick and convoluted as his own. Where he had thought getting to know someone could only lead to boredom, in her he discovered, every day, new challenges.
It was like finding at one and the same time, the puzzle that he alone was destined to unravel and the person he would in turn feel safe being unravelled by. They met, they loved and to general astonishment of all those who hadn’t actually seen them together, they married. And they were happy as only two people who were truly made for each other could be happy. They argued. They disagreed. They revelled in their diversity and came together in their passion. They completed each other on a level even they didn’t fully realise. They were in every way perfect couple.
What more did they need? As far as Sebastian was concerned the answer back then had been nothing. Passing on his inheritance hadn’t been something he had been unduly worried about. After all they had time. He had just turned thirty two, Sandrine was not yet twenty eight. Then when he had asked her what she wanted for her birthday she had suddenly said a baby.
It had caught him by surprise, but her fervent desire had turned slowly to his delight. After all what could be better than having a child that was part him and part her? A living symbol of their love! To say that the idea grew on him was an understatement. That it could ultimately prove a risk never crossed either of their minds. After all they were rich.. they were more than rich.. the best doctors.. the ultimate experts.. Monitoring at each and every stage of the procedure! What could possibly go wrong?
Nothing.. or so it seemed, until it was too late. The first three months were textbook. Yes she was tired. Yes she was sick but no more than was usual. And she was so happy. Sebastian had thought it was an exaggeration to say that pregnant women glowed but Sandrine really did. Never had her skin seemed so fine and luminous, never had she burned with so much life. She didn’t even put on weight, only the baby grew, month after month, taking form, drawing sustenance from her as every child did, even if this one somehow proved greedier than others.
Five months into the pregnancy they began to be concerned. Sandrine’s blood count was down for no good reason, the energy that had been almost febrile until then suddenly dropping off to nothing. It had to stop, this inexplicable drain on her life force, but despite all her doctor’s advice she wouldn’t let them end the pregnancy. Not till her child had a good chance of survival at least.
Sebastian would have put an end to things there and then if he had ever thought that she would have forgiven him. Instead to his eternal regret he listened to her and waited. One week . Two weeks..
They delivered his son by emergency caesarean section in the sixth month of the pregnancy.. Sandrine lived only long enough to name him.
Sebastian Fitzgerald II. on the other hand proved to be invincible. Each and every complication that he had to face and there were many, he pulled through with a determination that forced respect from the hospital staff and something like resentment from the one person who was supposed to love him no matter what.
Many, if not most people would have seen him as a miracle. A part of his dead mother that still lived despite every thing she had endured. That wasn’t how his father saw things though. If the baby had died then he could have been mourned along with Sandrine. But he insisted on living. He opened eyes that looked like hers. He constantly, by his very existence rubbed salt into a wound he didn’t even realise he had created. Not for a while at least.
Sebastian II's father never raised is hand against him. He was just never there. Nor did Sebastian ever want for anything. Nannies were hired, money was spent. Kindergarten’s arranged. Only the best! Nothing less would do for the heir to the Fitzgerald’s empire. The latest 'must have' toys were bought at Christmas, whether or not they were what Sebastian wanted . An allowance a child couldn’t even conceive of was provided. And a constant stream of beautiful women made their way into and out of his father’s bed.
And so Sebastian grew, knowing three things instinctively! Money mattered. Women were there to be used. He wasn’t loved.
The first two he accepted without batting an eyelid. The third he struggled against with all his might though to no avail. The perfect son, straight grades at school, the best pal of all those around him was a role he slipped into with ease. Maybe it was even who he was meant to be. None of that mattered though because in the end it didn’t get his father’s attention.
Conformity and perfection hadn’t worked so that left him only one other route. A Fitzgerald didn’t simply leave home and live on the streets. That didn’t mean that rebellion wasn’t possible. Just that it took a more convoluted path.
By the time Sebastian reached his mid teens he had already realised that you couldn’t count on other people. The nannies who had looked after him as a child had either been fired because his father thought they were overstepping their roles or had died prematurely. In any case Sebastian told himself it was all the same. They were gone and now.. There were maids. Pretty maids who obviously thought that sleeping with a Fitzgerald, even a Fitzgerald who was seriously under age, would get them somewhere. Well, that worked for him, even if it wasn’t true.
Sex he had to admit, at thirteen, had been a revelation. He had even believed for a week or too that it had meant that he was loved. Until money had raised its ugly head that was! Another part of his already battered self esteem could had died that day but he hadn’t let it. No, instead he had learned from the experience. No matter how much it had hurt he had kept the girl close until she had taught him all she could as far using as love and sex as a tool was concerned. And then he had been the one to drop her and move on to another.
The rest of his essential needs were catered for as a matter of course. Food appeared on the table when he pressed the button. Sheets were changed every day, and if they had been slept in, alone or with company that didn’t seem to matter either. No one actually cared if he did his homework or not, so, after a while neither did he.
After all it wasn’t as if he was learning anything that was actually going to be useful in the real world. Sats he paid someone to take in his place. And his actual source of income he already had assured.
At least as far as his business skills were concerned he was his father’s son. Sebastian had an allowance which he put to good use and the stock market was his playground. As time went by he hired experts to help him run his growing financial investments, thought they mainly served to confirm his own more than sound judgements when it came to buying and selling shares. Financial security was a must though. Considering how far he pushed things with his father. Because he was always a hairsbreadth away from being disinherited! If he wasn’t there was no point.
Rebellion, once he decided to take that path, had to be nothing less than spectacular. Sex, drugs,.. even rock and roll, if it was a necessity. All of them were at his disposition. And he used them like a pro as the years went by. Parties abounded in his rich ultrachic world. Orgies though…. or at least as close as you could get to in the 21st century world.. those he easily could unleash upon a discerning public.
When Seb organised a soiree only those prepared to lose at least their virginity turned up. As for the rest…drugs and alcohol abounded. The innocent weren’t invited. At least not by him! Unless he planned to make them a whole lot less innocent by the end of the evening that was! Though that didn’t mean that some didn’t just get caught up in the web!
Or that they didn’t die! Seb was used to it though. People died. It was a fact he had lived with all his life. So why make such a fuss about it when it happened after one of his parties
Whether it was financial success or open debauchery though it still met with the same reception as far as his father was concerned. Disappointment! The same look in his eyes that Sebastian had seen as a child saying he didn’t measure up to whatever criteria his father applied to him. Perfect scores had been met with indifference. Phone calls from police cells on the other hand were apparently expected. Nothing he did, no matter how outrageous, could shock someone who had always considered him as son who always had been and always would be a failure.
The fact that he was a mutant could have been the final gauntlet he threw in his fathers face. The ultimate defiance! But somehow it never was. Because….
Seb had taken a long time to accept it himself. Not that he hadn’t been more than aware of the things that were happening around him! He would have to have been both blind and stupid to blithely look past them. And he was neither. Still…to be the bearer of death! That was something you explored every other possibility before admitting to. And so he had though that maybe he was just unlucky until the odds he could so easily calculate went through the roof. Cursed was another possibility he had explored for a short time until his cynical side had kicked in, as it always did, and told him to take a good hard look at the facts.
Oh he could have had it confirmed easily enough. After all he had regular blood tests, making sure that his evening activities hadn’t left any unfortunate diseases in his system despite his precautions. But then again such information could so easily have been used against him. Blackmail was something he did, or at least could do in the future, given the amount of compromising photos of potential high flyers that he had ordered taken at his parties. It wasn’t something he fell prey to himself. His extreme behaviour was an integral part of his image.
Sebastian Fitzgerald II .. Definitely not on the side of the angels! And proud of it! Or at least that was how it seemed to his cortege of onlookers.
Sebastian Fitzgerald II, mutant, on the other hand.. .. That took some thinking over. Not least because it brought him face to face with a truth he had been trying to escape all these years.
Until now he could have thrown of the burden of guilt that his father had been trying to place on his shoulders since the day he was born. He could have said that no baby could be held responsible for the death of his mother and simply moved on. Except that he now realised that he had been responsible! How could he not have been? How could something that drew death to them like a magnet not have killed the person bringing them into the world? That was why he couldn’t use this as a weapon against his father. Because in the end it wasn’t a weapon! It was a confession! A confirmation that he was in fact everything his father had always though him to be. And to admit that would have torn him apart.
Personality:
Sebastian is complicated. On some levels he is absurdly sure of himself. On others ..he is as fragile as porcelain.
Does he have a death wish.. maybe! He certainly doesn’t like to be bored and he is easily bored unless the odds are high So even if that means mixing drugs and alcohol and seeing what happens that’s better than doing nothing at all.
He doesn’t make friends easily, or rather he has learned that most people around him are there for the money he represents rather than for him as a person. He expects betrayal. And so far he has received little else. There is however an untapped potential for loyalty within him that runs fast and deep. Just because up until now he has fought his battles alone doesn’t meant that he won’t appreciate it if someone actually has his back. He’ll be surprised as hell that’s for sure. But he’ll definitely reciprocate.
He is easily cruel to those he feels are dull, which is in his case most of the population of the planet. But somehow, despite all of this there are occasional glimpses of a decent guy buried somewhere within the whole image he has set up for himself. In actual fact there’s a lot of Sebastian that hasn’t been uncovered yet. Hopefully now though he is looking for some way to define himself in his own eyes rather than in those of his father. And if that road is by way of his mutant abilities then so be it.
Personality:
Sebastian is complicated. On some levels he is absurdly sure of himself. On others ..he is as fragile as porcelain.
Does he have a death wish.. maybe! He certainly doesn’t like to be bored and he is easily bored unless the odds are high So even if that means mixing drugs and alcohol and seeing what happens that’s better than doing nothing at all.
He doesn’t make friends easily, or rather he has learned that most people around him are there for the money he represents rather than for him as a person. He expects betrayal. And so far he has received little else. There is however an untapped potential for loyalty within him that runs fast and deep. Just because up until now he has fought his battles alone doesn’t meant that he won’t appreciate it if someone actually has his back. He’ll be surprised as hell that’s for sure. But he’ll definitely reciprocate.
He is easily cruel to those he feels are dull, which is in his case most of the population of the planet. But somehow, despite all of this there are occasional glimpses of a decent guy buried somewhere within the whole image he has set up for himself. In actual fact there’s a lot of Sebastian that hasn’t been uncovered yet. Hopefully now though he is looking for some way to define himself in his own eyes rather than in those of his father. And if that road is by way of his mutant abilities then so be it.
Likes:
Maths.. Though he’d be the first to deny it! Still any mathematical problem has a symmetry that pleases him. Women,or rather sex! Alcohol. Risk! Financial or physical! No pain! No gain! It could be his motto. Anything to do with the 1920s! He’d have been a perfect gangster. People who don’t bow down before his money! Even if he’ll try to crush them at first!
Dislikes.
Boredom! Hangers on! Being ignored! His powers! Not necessarily in that order.
Sample post..
The information was gathered now, thanks to the latest in a long line of a state of the art computer systems his father’s money had paid for. In fact it sat in a rather fat file on Sebastian’s hard drive waiting merely to be digested. Not that that was easily done.
Sebastian liked risk, but this decision was life changing to say the least. Nor was he sure that five after midnight , with a glass of what had once been a merely average scotch whiskey in his hand but which had, thanks to his powers, now mellowed into golden perfection, was the ideal time or place to make it. Or then again maybe it was the only time and place to make it.
Christ, it felt like some squalid meeting of AA , not something he had ever envisaged himself taking part in no matter how desperate things got.Still here it was. The moment when he lamely stood up and said ‘Hi, my name is Sebastian Fitzgerald II and I’m a mutant!
Not that he actually intended to admit it on line. Help lines were for losers and, no matter what his DNA had to say about things, he had certainly no intention of ever becoming one of those.
Even so some kind of decision had to be made and made soon. High school was almost over and Yale was calling. Sebastian smiled cynically as he sipped the whiskey. Not just Yale but its ‘ secret society’ the Skulls, the launching board for top level politicians and industrialists throughout the US. Like he needed that to make his way in life!
Oh they had contacted him readily enough when he had gone down for his university visit. Then again he had expected nothing less. His reputation had after all preceded him and they had been all too eager to put him to the test. Impress us they had said. Show us something we haven’t seen before. Childs play as far as he was concerned.
There were call girls and then there were Call Girls. These guys hadn’t wanted class. They had wanted exotic and twisted. And that was something Sebastian had been only to ready to provide. Now he had them almost begging him to join their little clique. Not to mention enough photographs of Americas up and coming finest in situations they most certainly never want leaked to the press to pave his way to any position he might ever covet later in life.
It was all too easy. Manipulating these so called future leaders of the nation! Put sex into the equation and they fell just as low as anyone else. And besides.. who needed wanabees like the Skulls when you could have access to a real secret society. One that normal people couldn’t even begin to imagine.
It was like one of those old cartoons really where the character suddenly found himself with two annoying little people perched on his shoulders. An angel and a devil! More than a little drunk, the heir to the Fitzgerald fortune laughed again. The imagery was more than appropriate from what he could see.
On the one hand he had Xavier’s institute, discrete almost to a fault, the internet trail they left only accessible to those who cared enough to persist above and beyond the call of duty. Desperate it seemed to help people like him adjust to something resembling a normal life. As if a normal life was something to be desired! On the other hand..
If Charles Xavier seemed to be the Ghandi of the mutant community Magneto was its Neitche. Man and superman! With no doubt at all in his mind as too which side of the line mutants were on.
Sebastian had come into contact with such beliefs before. Steven Chadstone openly flaunted the fact that his DNA was anything but run of the mill. Not that Steven was someone the dark haired teenager held in high regard. He actually though people respected him because he was a mutant! When in the end all they really did was put up with him because he was rich. Money was power; Sebastian was well placed to know that. Used wisely it could buy almost anything. Even looks of respect when in fact all those around actually felt was contempt.
Besides what did Steven do with these much vaunted powers? Nothing as far as Sebastian could see. It was as if he was saying “Look at me I’m big and scary” but never actually getting off his ass to prove it in any way a normal human with the same resources couldn’t have done.
Magneto though…. he was something else. He didn’t try to fit in. He didn’t sit back and wait for someone who was blatantly never going to accept him for what he was to throw scraps his way. No, he said screw you all. I’m better than you. And you’d better learn to deal with it.
Ohh.. looked like the decision had been made. Had there really been any doubt? Close files.. and delete! Sebastian told his computer using the voice programme that perhaps would keep this keyboard from finding its way into the dustbin for another day at least. Ah well… mansions were something he knew only to well. Whereas the more disreputable side of town was something he had certainly ventured into on numerous occasions but never stayed in.
Maybe it was entropy calling. Or maybe it was just his own instincts telling him that he had to move and move now or he would forever sit on the sidelines. In any case whatever it was that motivated him, got Sebastian unsteadily out of his chair and towards an already dying cell phone.” Sunshine taxis? .. Yes . Come right now..I have somewhere I need to be. As soon as possible.And Ill pay whatever it takes to get me there.
So have your stamp and post. You know you want to.
For everyone comes the time when they have to take over responsibility. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
Re: Sebastian Fitzgerald II.. finished
emm.. i did the sample postie.. and added some more powers/ restrictions that suddenly seemed obvious.. .. so please have a look.. And yes.. hangs head.. i do want to post
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Re: Sebastian Fitzgerald II.. finished
Fine by me. There are only two things that I wouldn't call criticism but curiosity means cluelessness:
- If his cell phones keep dying on him, the SIM cards will get destroyed. Doesn't that mean he'll have a new number every other week? That's rather deadly for a businessman, unless of course he arranged with his phone provider to somehow keep the same number for all phones he'll purchase until changing his mind, which I suppose is doable... but would give rise to the question why he's going through those things almost as fast as he changes his human playthings.
- In the sample, you mention Steven Chadstone. I'm not ENTIRELY sure but I think he isn't really open about his being a mutant but rather known as a mutant supremacist among the mutant "community"... be that as it may, someone with Sebastian's connections and influence would surely have heard rumours... best check with Angie here.
For everyone comes the time when they have to take over responsibility. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when they can get rid of it again.
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Steven doesn't rub it in that he's a mutant, but he doesn't deny it, he is well known for being a mutant activist and he has in certain interviews been asked, but it's up to folk who read the sort of magazines to know those kind of comments. Steven isn't afraid of saying what he is, but does admit to his closer mutant colleges that he would wish to have had an actual power that was interesting and powrful, not just growing an extra two limbs and being that little stronger.
Steven has, under the table, funded the brotherhood in the past - he used to want to be part of the group but found it difficult to work on his growing empire and be part of the mutant team. While he's still been willing to assist Mystique when she needs him, he also knows that keeping that quiet is important for public relations. There's also the problem that a lot of the brotherhood members tended to be sloppy and disorganized, which is why Steven wanted Max in Xaviers. To be trained and taught how to use his powers and yet Steven still wanted Max to be removed from Xavier's to the Brotherhood once his son was ready.
Hope that made sense and reminded people what has been previously mentioned, I may have forgotten something so feel free to point it out.
Re: Sebastian Fitzgerald II.. finished
yep.. the cellphone thing is one reason Seb is slowely coming to realise that he cant keep things hidden.. ok.. its seen as the eccentricity of one of the super rich..be one of the in crowd.. know sebs number this week.. but .. thats only going to last for so long..
for business matters.. hmm.. i suppose he keeps in touch with them and they phone the home number.. something i hadnt thought about i have to admit..
and.. hmm He was looking ito all things mutant so stevens name would have cropped up.. ill make that more apparent
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