Sebastian Pravus
| Sebastian Pravus | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Velenosa "Velenosa" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Pravus |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 23 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Artisan |
| Height | 6'1 |
| Hair Color | Dark Brown |
| Skintone | Pale |
| Family | |
| Parents | Tommaso Pravus, Marjory Thrax |
| Siblings | Juliana Pravus, Fatima Pravus, Abbas Pravus |
| Uncles/Aunts | Leticia Pravus, Elton Pravus, Carlotta Pravus, Niccolo Pravus, Lynette Thrax, Piero Pravus |
| Cousins | Esera Pravus, Jaenelle Pravus, Gersard Pravus, Belladonna Pravus, Isolde Pravus, Dagon Pravus, Donella Pravus, Leona Pravus, Valerius Pravus, Viviana Pravus, Denica Pravus, Lianne Pravus |
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Description
Attractiveness comes easy to those like Sebastian. Dark brown hair, nearly always in a state of charming dishevel hides just enough of his sky blue eyes to lend a touch of mystery to him, even if they sparkle with wickedness from time to time. His strong aristocratic features remind many of a hero of stories, with his strong jaw and egalitarian nose. He almost always has a knowing smirk on his face, and he moves with an easy manner, his slender, athletic frame appealing to the masses.
Personality
Sebastian waits for inspiration to shake him out of profoundly disinterested lethargic ambivalence. He puts little effort into almost anything he does, except when the inspiration for a new work of art seizes him and he relentless pursue with a single-minded devotion and intensity. For these times, he'll work obsessively until he has created the vision that drove him before retreating back to his general malaise. Unfortunately for others, sometimes he sees individuals in the same way, picturing them as the rough ingredients that could be molded into perfection, or deftly removing an aspect of their personality he finds gauche. Sebastian's favorite art might well be people, manipulating them with a deft hand to mold a personality into a perfect tapestry, with a callous disregard for their happiness. He has a cruel faculty for it, a talent judging everyone else by their perceived imperfections that intrigue him enough to desire their removal. No matter how many serving girls and low tier noble ladies are told to avoid him at all cost, he's rarely lacking for women willing to give him their attention... or a trail of broken individuals that despise him.
Background
Born just twenty minutes after his sister Juliana, a fact which she rarely lets him forget, Sebastian had the life of wealth and privilege any young lord could come to expect in Setarco. As he grew into a life of opulent but dull comfort, he felt listless and was left craving intellectual stimulation and deeper sensations, and discovered he had two passions. He enjoyed the act of creating artistically, controlling a piece and molding it into haunting works to evoke precisely the right emotions from precisely the right people. Perhaps even more than that first passion, he was intrigued so deeply by what motivated people that saw his art. What made them experience joy, sorrow, wonder, or rage. He studied their quirks, their dreams and goals, and how to manipulate and evoke precisely the right response with his art... and then his words... and then his actions. They were art, after all, and so many could be so much better if they were clay under his hands. Inevitably, in many cases, he'd be captivated with some commoner woman and see what it took for her to not just love him, but worship him, before casting her away as another experiment. His callousness had the family spending a small fortune to keep covering up these dramatic scandals of broken individuals left in his wake, as well as moving him from one southern court to the next until the pressure had died down some. As such, he spent a good deal of his time outside of major cities, and while his sister often accompanied him, he would often return to his first passion in art. He would never consider himself a master, but the passion and drive was still there, and soon he'd be attracting the interest of individuals with the most interesting flaws that could be sliced away with a word. And so it would begin again. After the last scandal in Setarco, he was sent to Arx, where perhaps his talents would serve the family well, if he could just be controlled.
