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Bastien Callent

Hades. The second son.

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a character in “After It All [Disney]”, as played by MasterCherry

Description

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Name: Bastien Callent

Age: 22

Sexuality: Undecided

Height: 5'7"

Details: Bastien has long, fiery, red hair, something his family cannot stand. His eyes are an olive green and his skin his pale. He's not very tall, much shorter than his twin brother. He doesn't really stick out; he tends to blend in.

Personality

Bastien is very quiet and reserved. After twenty-two years of being stuck in the shadow of his own twin, he doesn't have much of a personality, always kind of just going through the motions. If he could get out of his shadowed shell, he would be a nice, sociable kind of guy. It's not like he wants to be invisible. He wants to branch out but it's surprisingly difficult.

He just needs a confidence boost.

Equipment

Renee Sinclaire- Seems very sexual... kind of slutty, but then again he doesn't know her...

Titaniah Flair- She seems confident...

Daemon Davis- Seems interesting...

Oliver Gashton- He's confident in himself...

Angel Otero- Seems nice...

Percy Lefèvre- Very outspoken and open... But reminds him of his brother...

History

Bastien currently lives in a shabby little apartment, one that he pays for himself so it's perfect in his mind.

Before living on his own he shared a flat with his twin brother, Zachary. They're twins but couldn't be more different. Where Bastien was short, Zachary was tall. Where Bastein was slender and pale, Zachary was muscular and tan. Where Bastien let his red hair grow long, Zachary kept his blonde hair short. Bastien's olive green eyes were often at the ground where as Zachary's bright emerald green eyes were never downcast. They were like yin and yang, compelte opposites. Outgoing versus timid. Athletic versus scrawny. Wanted versus unwanted.

His parents never went as far as to tell it to his face, but he could tell when he wasn't loved as much as his twin. Zachary was the golden boy. He demanded attention and he got it. Bastien was always just left on the sidelines. He loved his parents, and he loved his brother too, he just wished they could feel the same way about him. But he could never do anything good enough, never do anything as well as Zachary could do it. He couldn't even fix his hair or dress good enough. Nothing he ever did could outshine his brother.

When his brother got his girlfriend pregnant and gave their parents a grandchild, Bastien decided that he had enough. Finally. If he was invisible with his brother hogging the spotlight than he was downright non-existent with the little bundle of golden joy. Forget the fact that the baby was born out of wedlock and his brother was only twenty at the time.

So Bastien moved out and found his own place. He doesn't see his family anymore; he does talk to his brother on the phone and every now and then, sometimes his mom. And he'll babysit every now and again because his nephew is adorable and affectionate. He's not invisible to the little boy which makes him happy. That and being on his own. Wearing clothes that his parents didn't buy and growing his hair out as long as he wants; he's steadily stepping out of the shadows.

He's been working on branching out, even going as far as hanging out at a bar. He's sure that one day he'll reach his potential, especially without his brother to cast a shadow over him. He may even work up the courage to pursue a career in music. If there's one thing he's confidant in, it's his singing voice. He thinks he could really do something with it.

So begins...

Bastien Callent's Story

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Character Portrait: Titaniah Flair Character Portrait: Oliver Gashton Character Portrait: Bastien Callent Character Portrait: Percy Lefèvre Character Portrait: Renee Sinclaire
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Bastien Callent

It had been another awesome day for Bastien. It started off well with a call from his mother, nagging him to be more like his brother. Big surprise there. Then, after just barely not being late to work at the mall, his pants got ripped on the escalator, and he didn't have another pair so he had to buy a new pair. He got informed that his paycheck would be docked, and he would have to stay later for inventory. His lunch break got shortened fifteen minutes so all he managed to scarf down was a bottle of water and a dry tuna salad sandwich. To make his day even better, a little kid decided to stick gum in hair. That was fun. And instead of leaving at four he left at seven, but he was forced to clock out at four thirty so he did two and a half hours of inventory for free.

The best day ever.

The only thing he was looking forward to was going to the bar and drowning his sorrows... hopefully. He might not even have any money. But he was going to the bar regardless. Maybe he get drunk off of second-hand fumes or something. He really needed it.

After changing out of his uniform, he began the walk to the bar, enjoying the brisk feel of the weather. It was so much better than the stuffy department store. As he approached the bar he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out but hit reject as soon as he saw the word mom. He could not deal with her right now. He shoved the phone back in his pocket and walked into the Black Lantern.

He looked around the first level before deciding that the second level was the one he preferred. It was dimmer down there and he didn't feel as much as outcast down there. It had a nicer, more... more... "accepting" kind of feel to it... Like no one judged him down there.

He noticed that he wasn't the only one who preferred the second level; he noticed some regulars. He wasn't really part of their crowd so he chose to snag a table against the wall, in the corner. No one noticed him at first, but a waitress finally saw him after dropping off a drink to table with a handsome guy that wasn't too far from his own table. Figures, he thought to himself. It makes sense that she didn't even see me. That man is definitely eye-catching. He sighed. Would he ever demand anyone's attention like that?

He ordered the cheapest thing he could think of, beer. He wasn't really a fan of it, but his wallet certainly was at the moment.

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Angel could hear increasingly demanding voices of those at the bar as patrons began to shuffle in. Although he could not make out the distinct words, some sounded familiar. The usual crowd, drawn by the promise of cheap drinks, good food, and something more. He'd be working later tonight to account for the happy hour, and held a secret hope that he would at least see the most interesting patron of all - the one with wild hair, a good word, and command of the dance floor when the mood took her. Hope was always something his heart carried in this regard, but never more than on nights like this. That was when Angel was aware of it.

At the moment, however, there was meat to prepare, and the line of orders grew longer by the minute.

Whoof! Bang!

There goes the meat. Angel froze for a moment, pushing back the urge to cover his face and massage his temples in exasperated frustration. The new kitchen assistant was entirely inept. And it was up to him to oversee the college kid's successful orientation.

With a near inaudible release of breath and possibly disappointed drop of the shoulders, Angel set aside the knife he was working with and turned to face a healthy flame sprouting from the industrial stovetop. He had always been patient, but now the boy he considered his student was fruitlessly attempting to control the flame with a pan. Hopeless.

Zero time to think. In a single swift motion, Angel took the fire extinguisher near his feet with one hand, crossed the distance to the flame in three strides, and pulled the alarmed cook aside with the other. Within seconds, a thick white substance covered the entire stove and all its once edible contents. A little bit of it escaped onto the stainless steel shelves upon which completed orders were placed before they were taken to the customers.

Someone was going to get the short end of the owner's temper.

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Daemon had been lurking in the back of the bar for well over an hour, nursing a light beer and scribbling away in a journal. He'd mostly been writing a paragraph, only to go back and cross it out with ugly black strokes before beginning afresh. He was starting to tilt on the edge of frustration, which was threatening to bubble over now that the once-empty room was filling up with the evening crowd. The noise level was spiking, cutting into his concentration. Daemon didn't quite like that.

But it was better than slipping home to an empty apartment, pacing hollowly back and forth, perhaps watching a little TV. The loneliness was more invasive in silence; at least the noise here kept his anger focused outward rather than inward. He knew well, when his anger was focused on himself, it didn't take him long to tear himself apart.

But here, here he could hate others for their happiness. Or he could hate them for their sorrow and self-pitying ways. Both types of people were common enough in a place like this. And Daemon was in a hateful mood.

He glanced a table over, to where a pale man with long hair had just taken a seat. He examined him quietly, watching his silence and then his interaction with the waitress. Daemon pursed his lips and nodded curtly to himself, mentally sorting him into his second category, the one he himself fell into: self-pitying fool.

The girl on the handheld game, though- she was different. She was alone, so she could not be happy, not by his understanding. But neither was she silently lurking. He'd been glancing at her every so often, though furtively, so as not to seem a creep. But she puzzled him a bit. He always hated it when people didn't fit into his categories. He never quite new how to act.

Not that it matters, Damon told himself, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Not like you need to act around them. Not like you'll talk to them.

He glanced back down at his notebook, at the blacked out lines, and frowned harder.

Today just wasn't looking up.

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Titaniah looked up from her game when commotion sounded from the kitchen. She paused her game having the worst feeling a scene was about to be made. And she was right when the owner stormed by. She let her hair cover her gave but the game stayed paused as she listened to the commotion sounding from the kitchen. The owner was angry. Very angry. She listened as the owner yelled demanding to know what was going on, there was a silence before more yelling and Angel walked out of the kitchen. Fired? Probably... She felt bad for the guy and stretched out her legs putting away her handheld before standing up and stretching her baggy Capri shorts had left little red marks on her skin, the type that made you feel sore. She let her hood fall of and looked over at Rick who was annoyed and smirked. She never liked the owner. Mostly because she was not one for drinking and he use to throw her out allot. That was until she found something that made him owe her big time.

She marched over to the owner not bending her legs in a nearly comical way, she stopped dead in front of the owner and smiled. "Moody today aren't we Rick?" She watched the owner glare and she simply smiled pleasantly in response. "Being a bit tough today aren't we??? You know... Maybe you should reconsider your earlier evaluation and... Offer everyone a free drink of there choice..."

She watched Rick tense before answering in angry hushed tones. "You know very well I'm in charge he-" He barely finished his sentence before he saw Titaniah's eyes narrow. She watched him nod before she nodded in return and smiled.

"So it's all settled... Now cheer up it's suppose to be happy hour~" She spun on her heels and headed back to her table giving the man. Angel??? Was it? The 'you owe me one.' look.

She walked past her table at first over to where the music played and requested a lighter happier song. When it started playing she smiled feeling the tension in the room ease to the sound of good music. Finally she sat back down on her table bobbing and moving to the music, while she flipped open her handheld game and returned to the on-slaught of piggy demons. She could not be sure why she had helped the man out... Or why she made Rick buy everyone a drink of there choice. Maybe she just wanted to lighten the mood. I mean being a non-drinker the only reason she went to the bar was to lighten up the long boring days. And listen to some tunes. She simply hoped no one really noticed her mostly silent talk with the owner, Her bright eyes looked up and at all the faces just to check. She noticed the odd person looking her way but aside that no one. Titaniah wasn't the manipulative sort. But she knew people and she was ready to pull strings if needed.

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Bastien sighed in contentment as he took a swig of his beer. Not his favorite drink, but very good after a terrible day. It was cool and refreshing.

There was some sort of commotion, but didn't want to be part of it so he kept his eyes down and on his drink.

Oliver Gashton

Oliver took a grateful sip of his beverage, enjoying the burn. He smiled across the way at a table with a lovely blonde and some guy he vaguely recognized. Then there was a problem or something in the kitchen. He felt for the guy.

He knew what it was like to be embarrassed in front of a group. His heart had been ripped out in front of a bunch of people, and then he'd been punched in the face by someone acne-faced and scrawny. That was embarrassment right there.

He took another drink and looked around. He needed to do something, but what?

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Sheryl sighed as she glanced up at the clock. The tiny hands the ticked tortured her. Dressed in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, she stopped herself from shifting restlessly in her chair. One of her clients was sitting across from her and was refusing to provide her the necessary information she needed to create the financial statements that he had requested. It was just ridiculous. When she was still new to her job she would have given it her all to get the information, but now she only did so for the important clients. This one was just average, she had nothing to lose if he decided to find another accountant. Finally, the clock read the time she so dearly waited for; her day was over.

"Sorry Mister Johnson, we are going to have to continue tomorrow, I have some urgent matters to attend to." She said sweetly as she shook his hand.

Packing up her things and seeing him out the door, she ran a hand through her hair and walked out of the building. Today she had felt like straightening her hair and it bounced smoothly as she walked towards one of her frequent bars; The Black Lantern. Her urgent matters consisted of drinking away her day's stress.

She walked into the Black Lantern and readjusted the strap of her work bag. It was strange to see Angel outside of the kitchen, but it looked like everything was fine. She chuckled seeing that Rick looked more annoyed than usual. Perhaps it had to do with that girl with the strange hair. Preferring the darker atmosphere in the lower level, she made her way down and about to go to her usual corner when she realized it was taken by a man. Biting her red stained lips in annoyance she sat at the table next to his and called over one of the skimpy waitresses.

"Whisky on the rocks." She ordered.

Once the waitress walked away Sheryl glanced at the man sitting at the next table. She had seen him around, and recognized him as the one who seemed to enjoy the corner as much as she did. Really she had nothing against him, they never spoke, but there was one thing that seemed to always just annoy her; his hair. Not only was it long, it was a red that stood out. She just wanted to step on him, pull his hair and chop it off. Realizing she had been staring longer than she should have, she redirected her attention to the waitress that was returning with her drink.

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Bastien could feel a pair of eyes on him, a hostile pair. He raised his eyes enough to look at the table next to him; it was some woman that he vaguely recognized as someone else that seemed to be a regular. Had he done something? She was glaring at him but she stopped so maybe... Did he have something on his face?

He brought a self-conscious hand to his face and wiped. He worked up what little courage he had and looked at the woman. "Excuse me," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound as pathetic as he thought it did, "But is something wrong?"

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Taking the drink from the waitress she sighed and started to sip at it. Unexpectedly she heard a male voice speak out to her from her side. She slowly rose her head to look at the man at the next table. Damn, so he had noticed her staring. She felt kind of idiotic. Resisting the urge to kiss her teeth at his meekly tone, she instead prepared a sweet voice. With a fake and gentle smile, she replied, "No, sir. I just couldn't help looking at your hair. It's a bit different from the norm." Well, it wasn't a lie. It was different, but definitely more than a bit. It screamed out to her to just cut it all off, as if she were cutting through fire.

Things like that brought out her sadistic side. No, this wasn't the time for that. Then again, there wasn't really any time for that. Feeling a bit awkward about being caught staring with nothing to say, she asked another question. "Do people not give you stares? It shouldn't be strange that I was looking right?"

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Bastien felt a bit relieved that there was no problem. In fact, he found himself smiling. "I actually don't get too many stares," he replied. "I um... I guess I just always tend to stay in the shadows." He tried to laugh it off, chuckling slightly even though it was sadly true. But he was hoping to change that...

One day...

Oliver Gashton

After a few more sips of his drink he decided to mingle. He didn't exactly know a lot of people, only vaguely recognized the regulars, so he planned to just choose a table that didn't seem to busy with their own conversations. He noticed a table in the back with a redhead and a very attractive woman; he decided that he would give them a try.

He stood and walked to the table. "Do you guys mind if I joined you?" he questioned. The red-headed male nodded slightly so he took a seat at his table. "I'm Oliver," he said.

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Huh, a loner is he? , she thought to herself. "Staying in the shadows, hmm? Walking around with hair like that makes you stand out more than blend in." She said a little sarcastically. Still sipping away at her whiskey, she realized she was finished and sighed. Today wasn't a day where she wanted to get drunk, so perhaps she would only order one more drink. No waitress was in sight so she grumbled and swirled the glass in her hand, making the leftover melted ice cubes spin around the walls of the glass.

Hearing a voice requesting to sit with the two, she almost growled. It was just one of those days she didn't like. First a man had stolen her little corner, now another one had come to bother her. The reason she came to the Black Lantern was some peace and quiet, and maybe if she was up for it, some socializing, but that wasn't a usual. There were more men like the red-head than the ones she preferred. Her eyes darted up to the owner of the voice, but before she snapped at him her expression immediately softened. He was handsome, and not what she had expected. Sheryl recognized him as one of the regulars she saw around, but she never realized how devilishly good looking he was. Perhaps the dim lighting was to blame.

"Not at all," she said with a soft chuckle. "The name's Sheryl."

There was a blonde regular that seemed to be infatuated with Oliver, but she never understood the reason for it. Now, she could sympathize. Realizing that she was leaving the poor man out, she turned her head slightly and asked with a friendly tone, "Oh, and you?"

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Oliver Gashton

Oliver smiled and took a seat. "It's nice to meet you. I've seen you both around before. Are you guys friends?" he finished curiously, sipping his drink.

Bastien Callent

Bastien was a little intimidated by the handsome newcomer, how could he not be? The man was muscled, attractive, and seemed very confident. He reminded him a lot of his brother, but Oliver seemed like a nice guy. "I'm Bastien," he said. "And we've never officially met," he added, answering the man's question. He offered the woman a smile.

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Before she could explain the relationship between her and the red head, he had thankfully already beat her to it. "I've seen you around as well. I didn't think you were this cute or I would have definitely chatted you up sooner." She laughed.

Turning to Bastien she returned a smile before looking at Oliver again. "Well, thanks to you Oliver we've now officially met." She said with a chuckle. "The three of us are strangers that have learned each other's names, so I guess that makes us acquaintances?"

She had come to the Black Lantern in a bad mood, but the two men seemed to have improved it just a bit. Although Bastien's hair still annoyed her every time her eye caught a flash of his red hair, he seemed like an okay guy. Depressing, and lonely, but not causing any harm right? Oliver was dashing, and supposedly friendly, but she would rather trust the loner than the handsome one. That was just how the world seemed to work.

Suddenly she remembered something that made her smile. Oh, she must have looked like a fool all of a sudden smiling to herself. Trying to cover her strange smile with her hand she laughed and explained, "Today is Two Dollar Drinks right? I had completely forgotten. I was planning to not drink too much, but to hell with it." With a flick of her hair she called a waitress over to their table.

"Could I get a Black Velvet?" She ordered. She tapped her finger on her lip, debating if she wanted to get anything else. Then she pointed her hand at the two men. "Did you two want anything?" She asked.

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Bastien offered a small smile. "I'm fine," he said. "Thank you though."

Oliver replied in kind. "I'm fine as well." He held up his glass which was still about half full. "I'll get another as soon as this one is gone."