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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxXXI'M LOST IN THE NIGHT, GOING OUT OF MY MIND.
IN THIS NEON JUNGLE, YOU FED MY HUNGER.
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- ██ FULL NAME: XX SEBASTIAN ISAIAH KIPLINGXX { KEYBOARD WARRIOR }
██ NICKNAMES: xx BAST, SEB
██ AGE: xx NINETEEN
██ DATE OF BIRTH: xx SEPTEMBER 29, 1996
██ NATIONALITY: xx AMERICAN
██ ETHNICITY: xx ITALIAN, ENGLISH
██ SEXUALITY: xx HETEROSEXUAL, HETEROROMANTIC
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██ HEIGHT: xx 1.84M; 6'0"
██ WEIGHT: xx 78KG; 172LBS
██ EYE COLOR: xx BOTTLE GREEN
██ HAIR COLOR: xx BROWN-BLACK
██ ABILITY: xx TECHNOLOGY MANIPULATION
██ DIALOGUE COLOR: xx #99A894
██ THOUGHT COLOR: xx #AEA790
Since the beginning of time itself, and we're talking from the dawning of retro gaming classic Pacman, members of the specific collective known for their love of technology and all that comes from it - the gamers, the computer whizzes, that one IT guy that smells like microwavable burritos and works in your building - have been dubbed with the title of "nerds." And quite frankly? Bast carries such a title with the utmost pride. Gone are the days where being called a nerd, a geek, or otherwise was supposed to offend and degrade. Because Bast knows what you're all about- he knows that you're out playing PokémonGo and you're loving it. It's never been so cool to be nerdy.
Alright, alright, so Bast might be a little bit biased. So what? Just because he has the power of technology manipulation doesn't mean that gaming isn't a multi-billion dollar industry, or that BattleBots isn't a wildly successful competitive sport. It just means that Bast and technology are the two closest buddies that buddies can get! You see, Bast knew that he wasn't just your average, run of the mill tech dork when he first got his sticky little hands on an old computer at the tender age of... whatever he was at the time, and suddenly he felt as if the thing, an inanimate object that still ran on dial-up, was alive. Numbers, algorithms, and codes had stormed through his very soul and danced within hidden aspects of his mind. It was very much a concrete, even palpable, concept that the young Gifted felt to be a fundamental part of himself. Now, aged nineteen, Bast can control the flow of intricate machinery, communicate with computer data, and assemble and disengage programming at will.
If you'd like a textbook definition of what Bast can do, it is simply this: he can devise, configure, and manipulate anything that falls under the category of a technological construct, including computers, robots, and hardware. Perhaps in ironic juxtaposition, the power by which Toby is known for, sorcery, is nothing like Bast's own abilities, and if Bast is entirely honest with you- he might have gotten flimflammed, bamboozled, and handed the short end of the stick. Because what the hell! As cool as his powers are, why does Toby get to be Harry Potter? He gets to do the thing with the wiggly fingers and all of a sudden he's casting spells and getting invited to Sabrina the Teenage Witch's sweet sixteen!
Mirror, mirror on the wall... it's clear that Bast is the fairest one of them all. Known to be the better looking of the pair of identical twins, a conviction held by Bast, at least, Bast can happily say that he's never known a more attractive man than himself. Move over Brad Pitt, Channing Tatum, Leonardo Di- whoever, there's a new sexiest man alive. He hasn't gotten the official title just yet, so you're safe for now, Ryan Reynolds, but he figures that it'll eventually just fall into his lap once he's been discovered. From top to bottom, Bast is a piece of art crafted by the hands of God himself, every inch being a thing of utmost perfection. You just have to turn a blind eye to the fact that he doesn't take it upon himself to shave, shower, or work out consistently.
In many respects, some might consider Bast to be a good looking guy, despite perhaps not being on the level of Hollywood actors as he so claims; he has dark hair, brown or black depending on the lighting, which often looks soft to the touch and brings out the bottle green of his luminescent eyes. A five o'clock shadow darkens a masculine jawline and defines well-sculpted features, bringing out the best of a striking countenance. A crooked smile is sure to grace the young Gifted's face, ultimately reflecting the boyish, mirthful demeanor that Bast carries himself with.
Here's where Bast begins to lose give or take a few points on the hotness scale, certain factors influencing the overall mien that he presents himself with. Such attributes, common among basement dwellers such as himself, could easily be remedied if he only took those extra steps mentioned earlier: shaving, showering, and at least going for a walk every once in a while. For example, due to the reason that Bast simply cannot be bothered with a consistent shaving schedule, that five o'clock shadow that is seen gracing his face grows to an unreasonable length, becoming mangy and unflattering rather than favorable. Also, people this day and age have just become too obsessed with the gym lifestyle, the perfect beach body, which is exactly why Bast thinks it be much healthier if he didn't exercise at all. After all, he's confident with himself and having a bit of pudge in your midsection is a small price to pay for that extra slice of pepperoni pizza.
The fact of the matter is, Bast is a tad too pale from the lack of sunlight he gets, sometimes he looks a little greasy because he hasn't showered in three or four days, and that boyish smile that sits crookedly on his face gets to be too much when it turns into a goofy grin. The teen merely points out that he puts in effort when need be and there's really no point to doll himself up in the comfort of his own home; in the meantime he'll ignore the finger-shaped Dorito dust smears that stain his tee-shirts and keep not wearing pants around his apartment.
██ QUIRKS AND HABITS:
It is incontrovertible that the core purpose of a joke, a spoken quip or wisecrack, is that it's something that is supposed to be funny. For Bast, a boy who seemingly lives and breathes to receive and to deliver bad jokes, it's best to prepare yourself for some of the worst. For all one knows it may be a habit Bast has as the result of an aftereffect of his abilities, but he is often found occupying himself by taking apart, fixing, and building things, usually of the technological sort. Then again, it could just be that Bast has trouble keepings his hands still because the mindless drumming of his fingers against a surface may be heard. Lastly... no, it's not your grandmother you're smelling, Bast just likes taking lavender-scented bubble baths. He knows how to treat himself.
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Any one normal individual with a healthy, thriving social life would be out on a Friday night. Bast, on the other hand, would much rather be in the comfort of his own home playing some video games and keeping his thumbs limber. Surely a night out on the town is incomparable to a marathon of League of Legends campaigns. The only thing to make an evening as exciting as that complete is having a few cartons of greasy Chinese food lying around for his consumption. However, there's only one thing in this world that Bast loves above all, nothing else, no one else, coming to top his affections. This young man swears up and down that one day Trish Walker, former child star, current radio personality extraordinaire, and blonde Goddess, will be his wife. His Tumblr fan accounts are thriving. To top it all off he's a die-hard Star Wars fan and has a secret love for romance novels.
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Remember when Bast mentioned that he thinks that people these days are just getting gym-obsessed? This exact conviction, indolence, if you take a true look at it, is what makes him abhor any form of physical exertion. Along with that, he holds the firm belief that pants should have actually been named "leg prisons," and there is great liberation that comes along with taking off your trousers at the end of the day and watching Game of Thrones in your underwear. Despite tech support being his job at the local Best Buy, having to explain how computers work to those who are tech-handicapped is certainly his not his favorite thing to do. Have you tried turning it off and on again? Don't even get him started on how much he hates being caught in traffic and having to eat peppers. Lastly, for reasons undoubtedly personal, overt Christianity - the extremists - will never fail to make him sneer.
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██ STRENGTHS/TALENTS:
XXXXTech Savvy, in all of it's explicitness, the obvious nature of this strength, it may not even be worth mentioning since it's simply a part of who Bast is. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand that Bast is more technologically inclined than the average Joe, so whenever you're having a spot of trouble with your devices you can always rely on him for a quick fix.
XXXXLoyalty, always one to show steadfast dedication and unwavering support, Bast has a tendency to remain loyal to the persons or the institutions that he sides himself with. He may show to be a reliable ally in times of need.
XXXXConfidence, a little bit of confidence can get you a long way and luckily for Bast, he seems to be in abundance of such a trait. It is debatable, however, as to if this is an attractive attribute to have in Bast's case, as his overconfidence can make it hard to take him seriously. If only he could apply his confidence when it comes to talking to people of the opposite gender...
XXXXFelicific, he may not always be the most bearable guy to be around, depending on who you are, but it is clear that Bast isn't the type to wallow in sadness. Many a time, Bast provides some much needed comic relief and his goofiness can bring a smile to any face; spreading happiness is the name of the game.
██ WEAKNESSES/FLAWS:
XXXXLying, Bast is many things but a good liar is certainly not one of them, the term "fake it 'till you make it" only applying to those who can actually, well, fake it. The perspiration that collects on his forehead, his awkward mannerisms, and the way his voice raises a few octaves are only a few obvious tells that Bast is lying.
XXXXVocal Stupidity, never has there been a more severe case of Foot-In-Mouth syndrome than Bast, the poster boy for saying a lot of pretty stupid things. It's never his intention to come off as foolish or tactless but a lot of the time he leaves his listeners groaning in either second-hand embarrassment, disbelief, or frustration.
XXXXPuerility, a child in a man's body, Bast has the sense of humor of a prepubescent boy and still watches Saturday morning cartoons whenever he gets the chance. Needless to say, it's safe to label Bast, as he still excitedly sings along to the SpongeBob theme song, as a certified manchild.
XXXXOrganized Messes, he always claims that there's a method to his madness, but he always leaves those around him wondering if there's an actual organizational system that he lives by or if he just doesn't like people moving his random garbage and knick knacks. Still, it's either that he's the only one who understands his methods or that he needs to have an intervention on Hoarders.
██ FEARS:
XXXXPublic Speaking, one of the earliest memories Bast possesses in his mind's eye is a traumatic one, flashes of this moment occasionally replaying in his head just to torture him. It consists of a few basic ingredients: a first grade recital, a spotlight singing Jesus Loves Me, and a whole lot of projectile vomit. To this day Bast's confidence goes right out the window whenever he's faced with a microphone and a sea of people, a case of extreme cold feet leaving him with glossophobia.
XXXXLosing Toby, given that Bast didn't try to eat him in the womb and instead decided to sacrifice the little bit of legroom that he had, probably the first sign that he liked his twin brother, Bast can openly say that if there's one thing in this world that he would give up anything for it would be Toby. A childhood of extreme co-dependence has left the pair ultimately inseparable. Although on occasion they may appear to be sick of each other, the bond that they share can never be broken.
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██ PERSONALITY:
It had been Bast's high school English teacher, Mr. Frank Bagnoli, a middle aged man whose hairline was leaving him faster than his ex-wife and smelled tragically of cat food and peppermints, who had compared him to a Shakespearean comic relief character. If Bast could remember correctly, although his memory was a little foggy due to the fact that it was spoken in eleventh grade, placing the statement at give or take a few years ago, the exact words that he used were that he was "appallingly unaware of the situation around him" and "makes comments so awkwardly timed and irrational that it's laughable." All things considered, he had been likened to a bumbling, wisecracking, and tension-relieving side character, putting him with the Porter in Macbeth and the Nurse in Romeo and Juliet.
Bast had only been a teensy bit offended at the remark. After all, he would have much rather been the intelligent Prince Hamlet or even the femme fatale Lady MacBeth pre-mental breakdown, but all evidence points to Bast being entirely goofy and tactless. As the reigning champion of the foot-in-mouth syndrome (not to be confused with hand-foot-and-mouth disease, which Bast had to learn was not in fact the correct analogy), the things that can slip out of this young man's mouth will make those around him want to simultaneously laugh and cry. On countless occasions his friends will either laugh or roll their eyes, reminding him to think before he speaks to avoid making a fool of himself further.
It's pretty fair to say that Bast is a bit rough around the edges, but he's definitely not a fixer upper. For all it's worth, beneath the one hundred and seventy-two pounds of goofy manchild is a young man who was an honor roll student and continues to prove himself surprisingly intelligent in regards to his studies. It seems that he comes off rather unlike himself when it boils down to pen and paper. Not to mention that he's hopelessly jocund, cheerful and lighthearted, and it's entirely rare to find the boy in a state of melancholy. It's joyfulness of the infectious kind. A person who is known to be highly emotive, Bast can be read as easily as an open book- a children's book. With pictures.
There are sides to Bast that most do not see, manly dictated by his own choice, but they can be uncovered as time passes and bonds are strengthened. For instance, his twin brother knows Bast inside and out, which also means that he knows that Bast keeps a box full of romance novels, ranging from Nicolas Sparks to borderline harlequin novels, under his bed. No amount of denial is going make amends for that fact that they're there. He might as well proclaim what he is for all to hear, that being a hopeless romantic. In an odd roll reversal, it's Bast that dreams about taking long walks on the beach and having a spring wedding somewhere amongst bluebells. He can pretty much quote The Notebook word for word. In contrast to this smitten kitten attitude, nonetheless, there is a gravely serious side to Bast that has been unleashed in unfavorable moments.
██ FAMILY:
XXXXAmos Kipling | Father | Non-Gifted | Estranged
XXXXRebecca Kipling | Mother | Non-Gifted | Estranged
XXXXTobias Kipling | Twin Brother | Gifted, Sorcery | 19
██ HISTORY:
As far as Sebastian Kipling is concerned, jus soli is a concept that does not apply to him, for just because he had been born in the midwestern state of Oklahoma does not mean that his allegiance remains there. No, his roots had become ingrained into the rich soil of New York the moment that his father had been offered a job position there and the whole family had packed up their belongings to be relocated to the bustling metropolis. Gone are any sort of inclination Bast could have had about becoming a cowboy, right-wing Christian, or a professional rattlesnake wrestler. Instead Bast finds himself clinging to the utmost familiarity of New York City, New York, where the people are always willing to push you out of the way if it means hailing the last taxi and the air always has the lingering scent of stale hot dogs.
On the other hand, Bast does agree that the Oklahomans just might be on to something when it comes to deep frying pretty much everything they eat. Do you think deep fried day old Chinese food will taste any good? Bast will have to remember to try that later.
You can take the native-born Oklahomans out of Oklahoma, but you can't take the Oklahoma out of the native-born Oklahomans- at least this is true when it came to Bast's parents, Amos and Rebecca Kipling. Somehow this translated to how their crazy extremist views, ones that had been little less than common conviction back in the boonies of the small state, stuck with them like white on rice. Take it from Bast, he really has nothing against religion, his own agnositic beliefs not hindering his understanding that people can do whatever they want, but he begins to have a problem with it when it makes people go absolutely insane. Toby likes to utilize the word "repressed" when it comes to their shared childhood, and Bast supposes that he can't deny the correct terminology. They had been repressed, the justification behind it being that it was apparently what the lord had wanted.
There's a tiny pea of jealously that ignites within Bast whenever someone else speaks so fondly of their childhood years, arousing the reminder of what his parents had done to himself and his brother. While he listens to Jane Doe speak of her favorite childhood television show, he can't help but recall the way his parents closely monitored and timed what and when he could watch television. God forbid he accidentally watch Zoboomafoo, which can imply undertones of evolution, the concept of the Anti-Christ. There was one instance when Bast had snuck a Gameboy, a console he had found broken in the park and repaired himself, into church on Sunday. He would have gotten away with it had it not been for how the volume had been turned all the way up when he turned it on. He received a good lashing from his father when they got home from Church that day, that's for sure.
His parents: devout Christians, conservative extremists, and last but not least severe anti-Gifted persons. God must really enjoy a good dose of irony every now and then, something to just to make him giggle, because Rebecca and Amos had birthed two children with unprecedented superpowers. It had been drilled into their heads for as long as Bast can remember that the Gifted population were freaks, humanoids as products of an unholy force that could eventually end in the demise of mankind. To this very day Bast can still remember the looks on their faces as they walked in on Toby while he attempted to hone his craft, sorcery, even at such a young age. It had been equal parts uncontrollable anger and pure, unadulterated sickness. Bast... Bast got lucky. Time and time again his parents would write off his own powers as simply an increased interested in computers and other forms of technology. It simply couldn't have been their normal son's Bast doing when the television channel changed without a single finger on the remote.
The day that Bast kissed his parents and that twisted household goodbye was one of the best days of his young life. As soon as they had made the decision to kick Toby out of the house on account of him being gay was the day that Bast would no longer take any of their shit. In a serge of bravery, attributed to an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for Toby, he had told his parents that they could shove that Bible they loved so much right up their asses because he and his brother, is only true family, were packing up their things and leaving. From that moment on it was going to be Bast and Toby against the world and there was going to be no one to stop them. They're so much better without them.
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