Post by awarmgunx on Apr 13, 2011 19:41:34 GMT -4
Name: Sebastian "Howl" Penndragon
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Birthday: April 18
Hometown: Born in Bristol, England; Raised in Danbury, Connecticut
Sexuality: Bisexual
Playby: Jackson Rathbone
Canon Character: Howl
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Light
Hair: Long and wavy. His hair is naturally black, but he had it dyed blonde for a very long time because he didn't like it black. However, the constant dyeing started to affect the appearance of his hair, making it look dry and "gross" (in his words). He let the dye grow out and now seems content with his hair black.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 lbs
Body Type: Slim, but toned.
Other He has a large scar down the middle of his chest as if he has had some sort of heart surgery. The actual cause of said scar is unknown except to Howl of course, but he doesn't reveal too many secrets about himself. He has a tattoo of a raven in flight across his shoulder blades. He had it done about a year ago and hopes neither Madame Suliman nor his father ever find out. Especially Madame Suliman.
Who I Am Inside
Likes: Stargazing; anything paranormal; music; girls; magic and magicians, especially Houdini; playing guitar, but he isn't that great at it
Dislikes: Cleaning; cooking; being alone; the Witch of the Waste; being told what to do; his real name
Strengths: Level-headed; intelligent; cunning; loyal; inquisitive
Weaknesses: Distractable; sometimes gets in too deep; can be a bit selfish; somewhat sensitive; doesn't take advice very well
Fears: Madame Suliman; being incapacitated; the loss of his heart/falling in love; disappointing his father; humiliation
Personality: Vain; curious; a bit stubborn; fun-loving; melodramatic. Sebastian Penndragon, better known as Howl, is very particular about his appearance. He spends large amounts of time making sure his looks are up to his own standards and does not see a problem in such a thing. He is also very sensitive about his appearance and can get be a bit dramatic if something about it is messed up. He is very curious about anything and everything and can always be found trying to figure out the inner-workings of whatever has stricken his fancy. He doesn't give up until he is satisfied with what he's found and even then just what's on the outside wont be enough to satisfy the male. He usually does what he wants, when he wants and very rarely takes the heed of anyone around even if they are teachers, elders, etc. He is very stubborn and almost always wants to do everything without the help of others. Howl does not like to rely on others even if they are his friends and though the male can be a bit vulnerable at times, he refuses to allow anyone to see this side of himself. The only time he'll ever let people see him get dramatic is if and when he gets upset over something trivial, such as his appearance. Along this line, Howl can be a bit of a loner. Not that he is unsociable. He's actually quite talkative, but tends to keep most people at arm's length, fearing the worst if he lets them get too close. He absolutely detests being called Sebastian and was the one who made up the name "Howl" for himself when he was a child. He insisted he be called this name growing up and it has just stuck. The male will even go so far as to seek out each and every teacher he has before school has started and make sure they call him Howl. It is perhaps a strange name to be called, but he prefers it to Sebastian.
Where I Began
Mother: Sybil Tremayne-Penndragon (deceased)
Father: Nicholas Penndragon
Siblings: None
Other Relatives: Madame Suliman
Pets: Parrot named Scamander
Friends: Calcifer
History: Howl's mother died during childbirth and so he never really got to know the woman. He did, however, hear a lot about her from his father. The two were apparently very much in love and according to Nicholas, Howl's father, they were also very interested in the paranormal. His father came from a family very much entrenched in all things supernatural and so it came as no surprise that the man was a paranormal investigator himself. His family was also very well-off and he made sure his son didn't go wanting. When Howl turned six his father moved them from Bristol to Danbury, Connecticut. He had some land and a small place where he'd spent a lot of time studying with his own father. Nicholas and Sybil were both born in the United States. They eventually traveled to England for Nicholas' career. However, Howl's father became rather depressed about his wife's death and the cottage where they'd spent much time together before Howl was born. Not to mention the fact that his young son reminded him very much of Sybil and his career taking an extremely busy turn. This all led the man to leave Howl alone at their small cottage for long periods of time. It wasn't that the man hated him. He was just a little selfish maybe and aside from that felt that Howl was old enough to take care of himself. Occasionally he would come and spend time with his son, but for the most part Howl raised himself in a place that seemed close to perfection. Though he would feel lonely sometimes, he liked the ability to come and go as he pleased, exploring the vast area surrounding the small cottage that soon became his home. It was here that he met Calcifer, one of his best friends and someone who helped him pass the long lonely months.
Eventually, Howl's father wanted the male to get a decent education in the metaphysical. He hadn't been all that concerned about any other type of education until Madame Suliman suggested it. Madame Suliman became one of Howl's favorite and least favorite people at once. She was his private tutor and mentor and taught him everything he now knows about the paranormal. She also became a sort of mother figure to the boy who had grown up not knowing anything of a real mother. However, she was a bit strict and extremely controlling. Howl showed much promise in the field of paranormal studies and Madame Suliman knew this. She wanted to keep the male under her watchful eye, but he was the rebellious type and once he reached a certain age started acting out against the woman. After a while, Madame Suliman eventually recommended Yen Sid Academy to Howl's father. There she could still keep an eye on him as a teacher and he would not only get a proper standard education, but she would make sure he also kept up his metaphysical studies as well. It couldn't have been a sweeter deal to Nicholas so of course he sent Howl off.
Extracurricular Activities
Clubs:
- Debate Team
- School Drama
- Honor Society
Sports:
Winter - Fencing
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Liz
Age: 22
Contacts: AIM; PM; Don’t check my email often enough.
Birthday: August 18
How did you find us? Wayward 1975
Time Zone Mountain Daylight
Writing Sample: Following his sister up the stairs, Max was silent as he thought about what she had said. Usually he covered up any situations that were potentially uncomfortable with a joke or a seemingly apathetic demeanor. However this was something he couldn't just blow off. Just shake loose as if it hadn't happened at all. This was a pretty big deal and as much as the usually non-committed male wanted to runaway from it he knew he couldn't. This was his baby sister. Well, technically she wasn't very much a baby... obviously. But she'd always be his “baby” sister in the sense that he felt a need to try to protect her.
Max walked decidedly slower as his sister dashed up towards his apartment, apparently in dire need of a toilet. He snorted a little at her in her hurry. Another reason he was glad he wasn't the one pregnant. Yeah, that sort of thing had never appealed to him. Though it is anatomically impossible for men to become pregnant, he'd never even give so much as a passing fancy to the idea of raising children of his own. He'd definitely be sweating bullets if he was in Lucy's position, but he respected her for acting the way she was. Though he did get a kick out of her practically shooting up the stairs only to feel the urge to piss even worse once she got to the apartment. The lanky male stifled a snicker as he entered the room, tossing his jacket off onto the arm of his couch.
When Lucy got out of the restroom and sat on his couch, the ex-soldier had relaxed himself. He had an elbow pressed to one of the arms of the ratty piece of furniture with yet another cigarette held between his fingers. He hadn't always smoked so much, but whatever. It calmed his nerves and ever since Vietnam they were pretty shot. Not that that was a crutch he intended on using for eternity. In fact, the blonde desperately wanted to be able to stand on his own two feet without any problems and seemed to be doing “alright” in that respect, but he was still a bit needy. He sighed a bit and ran a hand through his untidy mop of hair before sending a glance his sister's way.
A small smirk crept its way across his features before Max scooted over to cuddle his sister. He had his head leaned up against Lucy's shoulder and had basically curled up beside her like a child, still smirking like a Cheshire cat. His blue eyes looked up to meet her own as he took a drag from the cigarette he had and attempted to breathe the smoke out away from Miss Pregnant Lady's face. “I'll give it a go... as Jude would say.” He was of course referring to her nap-time question, comment, remark... whatever. Max very rarely had any truly restful sleep and often appeared haggard because of this, but clearly did not care. Before he could sleep for hours during the day; just sleep through the whole thing. Now he was usually just drifting between the sleeping and waking world. Incredibly tired, but unable to actually do anything really helpful about it.
He was going to try though. After all, with another warm body present, the skinny man found it somehow easier to actually sleep. He closed his eyes, still taking puffs from his “cancer stick” every so often and spoke again. “Wanna sleep in my bed or are you okay with me using you as a pillow?” He couldn't help the grin that slipped into his voice as he spoke, pushing closer against his sister as he did so.
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