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Sebastian Midnight

Well, you suck, I suck, this world pretty much...sucks.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by shadowthelost

Description

Origins: Sebastian, christened by her single thirty year old bouncy, ecstatic Southern Belle mother named Cayenne Grayson spent fourteen perfect years residing in a small, charming little two bedroom birch-wood cottage until a sudden bedeviling twist of tragic circumstances attained the young woman's tactility, a horrendous atramentous monstrosity seizing with talons her very recess of heart to millions of fragile fragments. Sebastian, only fifteen is completely grievous and can only stand with her small black booted feet subconsciously melted into icy cracked pavement as two scruffy men load her body onto a rusted ambulance peeling with the atrocious screech of burning rubber away into obscurity. Locking herself in a bare bathroom Sebastian dragged knives across her fragile ebony flesh, digging in blade after blade until lacerations had begun to form in every possible location. Several rat poison containers littered hot concrete beneath a decaying, disoriented hominid, thousands of empty surgical needles pierce for millions of holes were quite visible. Eyes glistening red with bloody tears the shattered girl found herself slipping, slipping into light. Fingers grasping edges of death, death approaches as a keen edged blade slicing into a bruised neck and severing her humanity with a single sickening drag through layers of flesh. Soft fur brushed against her, sweet promises she was fed as her sense of being human was no more.


Appearance: She stands at five-feet-four-inches, ebony skin a contrast to her long wavy silver hair which flows down her back in loose curls. Bangs fall over her wide amber eyes, one of which holds the symbol of a Necromancer. Her clothes are simple and perfect fitting: a neon yellow and silver striped sleeveless tank top cuts just below her lower half, exposing the head of a Shimmery Silver Midnight Dragon, the tail winding around her left leg. Soft orange and fiery red leggings covers her lower half, one leg dyed orange, the opposite red up to her knees. Her black fairy silk boots strap around the bottoms of her leggings, which the heels due to misshapen feet are pointed. Elven ears poke out from underneath a tall slanted top hat consisting of various humanoid bones. Necklaces made from rusty copper scraps heavily adorn her neck in a jaunty, spirited fashion for Sebastian herself is a very fired, spiteful burning soul, blood ruby bracelets jangle from both wrists. Silver strips embedded into the girl's hands serve as climbing grips. When night falls upon her locations large glassy monarch butterfly wings burst from her shoulders, every 300 years they shed. Lips are painted with humanoid blood.

Personality: Jaunty, a trickster by trade, yet rather affectionate. Once gotten to be known a very bubbly personality shines through that makes anyone happy. An avid reader, writer and painter she can be found sketching graphic scenes of perpetual demises she secretly wishes to cause upside down from dead trees. Weapons: A polished silver katana hangs from her back by leather straps that is easily accessed as well as the ability to cause suffering upon touch.

Alias: Midnight Faerie. How this came about is a fairy-like appearance during the Midnight Hour when Sebastian perched herself atop Serte City Hall overlooking a vast, sparkling skyline belted by endless velvet skies dotted with silvery glittering specks of light...a little girl witnessed her taking off.

So begins...

Sebastian Midnight's Story

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Sebastian rolled her eyes stifling a mocking laugh at this remark. “What the trees don't like is you two being annoying,” she yelled down from her high perch. “And seriously do you not know what that kind of technology could do to the forests around here? Put it away!” She snapped at them, settling down into her designated spot.

The setting changes from Dark Woods to La'ita Hara

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A single icy breath escaped the blood red lips pursed in lucid monotone taciturnity, thin maroon brows knitted together as the ebony female figure hummed Lady A's week-old single 'Bartender,' almost inaudibly to herself. This particular female was clothed in such awe-less raiment of a sleeve-less neon-yellow-and silver striped tank top, leggings of which were died dark maroon at the right and a aberrant shade of bright orange on the left. Beneath messy, glossy waist-high silver hair a wide pair of fiery amber eyes peeked out. Atop her head rested a black velvet Mad Hatter style top hat strewn nonchalantly to the side, boots tapping pavement below in utter frustration, adjusting and readjusting a thin black tailcoat. The female, a sort of Necromancer, wasn't here for anything in particular yet the glistening city lights had already become dull, and it was cold, brisk. Lowering her head she strode quickly past many strange figures with no intentions for marking destination. Consequently this rather poorly judged action provided her with just such trouble.

Desperately desiring to locate residence Sebastian accidentally shoved past a tall man, a gas mask covering his face, and a smudged lab coat. Eyes widening in surprise she caught glance of shifting shadows seemingly attached to him, a few feet behind the man she hid within a darkened alley standing stock still, feet melted to the ground. For some strange reason she could not remove her glance from this man....her own demon, a tiny flickering golden psi ball shook its head worriedly. “Midnight, that's a Necromancer you're staring at,” it pointed out blatantly. “Stronger than you.”

“Shhh!” Sebastian urged Calcilus by pressing a gloved finger against her lips. “It's YOUR endless yapping if anything that will get us caught. I just want...to look.”

Calcius snickered at his master's pained expression. “That's not looking, Midnight, that's staring.

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John had no idea what to do, he was close to the targeted area, but couldn't move. For some reason the nature energy intake was slower than usual, did something happen? Or is it the area which saps magical energy? Whatever the reason, he had to get moving and get to work. The magic which John had used to keep his body 'alive' was designed to adapt, meaning anything which saps off of his magical energy would end up being rejected as the body gains immunity.
(It wouldn't be long until the parasite is rejected due to immunity and/or rejection.)

Suddenly, the sound of shoes clacking on the floor reached John's ears. Causing his decomposing body to crack and twitch as if the joints haven't been oiled as John attempted to look at the stranger.
"Sir?" That was the word aseked by the stranger,
"W-what is it?" The croaking voice slightly covered by the excessive breathing of the gas mask struggled to leave the necromancer's mouth. The body struggled and failed to stand many times, causing John to give off a sigh of annoyance and defeat as he gave up, falling to the ground with a thud.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Above the street a winged figure would fly and land a few blocks from the strange even unaware of the current circumstances. He wore the armor and insignia of the Royal guard. The Avorian would walk down the street quietly. He would appear to be lost in his own thoughts as he walked.

It's nice to be off guard duty for once. He thought to himself as he walked down the street looking around quietly. He was still about two blocks from the others.

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“Whoa. That...must have been a weak host, not enough to support such a being.” Silently and cautiously Sebastian slinked from her tight wedged survalence hidey-hole, there were a plethora of such scattered about La'ita Hara covertly veiled for relieving surpass through Sucurity Gates. A single foreign syllable passed through her lips...“Nai.” Calcius's flickering head shot ashes of dissaproval at its master's sudden command. “You...can't be serious!” It stuttered in protest. “Sebastian...you'll get hurt.”

“I know, Calcius, my companion,” Sebastian murmured softly under her breath. Yet her fierce eyes met with Calcius's soulless coal pits and she reluctantly presented Calcius with a do or die descision by holding out her exposed wrist. Calcius wound himself like string around his offering, Sebastian's breaths becoming faint gasps, immeasurable amounts of hot white pain flooding her body. After what seemed endless hours the young Necromancer let out a painful scream and collapsed upon her knees, hands against he pavement, body melting into the rough surface until she could not be seen.

Calcius felt hot tears streaming down his flickering complexion as he stood by John acting as an energy pool, hoping Sebastian hadn't risked regenerating for a lost cause.

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Fingerclaws grasping at, scraping for sshhaaddeowss, the entity casts forth a multitude of hooked lines into one of the human's subtle bodies, the innumerable worms within his shadow sweeping sideways, waves wriggling towards a single point, threads swirling, whirling, wrapping together, coalescing into a massive coiled serpent, so large that the only parts of its darkness could be seen at one time within the man's shadow, arched, broad, curving lines of black within the gray: realizing, too late, that this is the wrong host, after all.

The head, short and rectangular, a big box shape mounted on a stringy neck flickering, wavering between varying degrees of thickness and thinness.
Too used to beings of more mundane, of less magical worlds, this necromancer's undead body is naturally building up an immunity far faster than it would have originally guessed.
But hunger and thirst, persistance and need, want and will...all of these thing leading to the entity to dig deeper, to try harder, with the memories of past experiences echoing in its mind, telling it that this is all it needs to do -- merely this and nothing more.
Yet a magical energy continues to prick at its threads, to pull it off, push it away; the cubical head thrashed on a neck made crooked with rapid, violent movements.

Feeling its grip loosening, its touch waning, a silent screech is sent from the shadows, sound waves imperceivable but nonetheless piercing to the ears.
The darkness fading, the entity coming to the inevitable conclusion, facing the realization that this time it is wrong, and closing in on the decision that it shall have to leave before any damage is done from being forced out, even at the cost of discovery.
Senses spanning surroundings, fanning out in the general area, but finding nothing of important interest to its own needs.
It shall have to search elsewhere for a suitable host -- supposedly in yet another waiting game.

So thinking, the human's shadow would appear to bulge outwards, as the shadowy entity bloats its body and pushes itself up against the borders, forcing its way out of the walls and into the air in a burst of liquid darkness, a dense fountain of black rushing upwards, skywards, away from both the necromancer and the rest of the grounded crowd.
A minute would be taken for the entirety of it to exit the man's shadows, to empty itself into the air; the fluid threads rolling together into a knotted spherical mass, just as a sleeping snake might.
The tangles in constant motion, only when all of it is in the air would the black phantasm raise its rectangular prism head, the only thing neither smooth in shape, nor entirely black in color; similar to a black transistor battery, its two snap connectors marked with silver stripes surrounding whorling white whirlpools.

The serpentine shadow would, for a brief moment, orient its polarized snaps towards the group below, before, in one smooth, swift movement, thrust its body upwards, out of its tangles and into a slick, slippery string slithering skywards, a mile or more of electrical cable stretching itself away towards sliding into an unreachable, interdimensional space, the entrance located within the reaches of its very own self.
Hopefully the sudden surprise appearance would be enough to shock and startle most present, particularly those few capable of seeing it and, even rarer, those who might be able to seal it away, into a stilled silence...enough ignorance and time for fulfilled flight.

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"John!" Sebastian's voice rang out, cutting through the air. "John.." Would the being, whom she'd unwittingly perished twice for, hastily recognize her? The young girl's physique had withered to almost a shell, as if she had refused to eat, or hadn't become spared for food of any particular sort, for days. She'd hastily pursued the man, whom she'd drained herself for, following his every move. And now? What more fallacies rang within her overcrowded mind? Knowing not a single piteous soul within city bounds but hardly John, she needed someone. Cacius hung draped about her bloodied shoulders, struggling to catch his breath. She didn't acknowledge the other presence, however, she only needed one.

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Kiri rose from her bed groaning slightly, her blue hair fell in her eyes messily as she cursed under her breath not wanting to awake from her slumber, she got out of bed her pulling her socks on which were originally bundled up in a ball, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, getting her daily wear on and walked outside her home walking down the street.

Kiri had reached a Café ordering a Black Coffee to start her day reading her book, which was dystopian literature she enjoyed every last bit she always craved for Adventure and something new yet she never found it, she had paid for her coffee leaving a tip and walking outside down the block passing a few people, she held her book under her right shoulder blade ignoring everything around her and just focusing on the path ahead of her.

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