"Serpentine-Saboteur" is an ask / roleplay blog surrounding one of the popular characters in Urbanshade: Hadal Division's Roblox game, Pressure; Sebastian Solace.
Hello hello!! My name is Bee, and I am the operator/mun of this blog! I use any neopronouns, this includes many varieties of pronouns, but you can use it/its or nacht/nachts mainly! I will state this at a forefront: basic criteria will be used here, use your common sense. And, the views of Sebastian do not reflect my own. I am separate from the character I play.
A thing of importance! If you are followed by an account by the name of "bees-among-the-okami", that is me! It is my main/personal, as this account is a sideblog.
Below the "Read More" are my rules and the shorter description of my version of Sebastian!
RULES
I only really roleplay with those that I have as mutuals, just to be sure of equal interest on both ends. As well as, I do not rush rps, in both aspects of the word. I will not race through relationships, nor will I rush you! I would appreciate not being rushed either!
As an addendum to this, it may take me a while to reply to rps, my motivation comes and goes, as is the horrors of AuDHD. But I will try my best to keep in contact!
A second addendum to this are asks! I am down to roleplay responses to asks, though I will only create "threads" with mutuals branching from said ask!
This goes as well for "password locked" roleplay blogs, I will only send the password if we are mutuals!
As I follow from a personal blog, I will not block those on the other end! Personals are also allowed to send asks! I will not create threads with personals, though. We need to talk first beforehand! My DMs are open!!
Minors are NOT ALLOWED on the blog. I am 19, and though nothing will tread into sexual territory here, it's mainly for ease-of-mind for me.
If anything comes up, there will be rules added! Thank you for reading.
Please send a "🐟" in DMs or in your first Ask so I know that you've read these!
CHARACTER
Sebastian Solace is a male leviathan-esque creature created by Urbanshade, directing the experiment on him to the Hadal Blacksite. Before he was twisted into his new, serpentine form, Sebastian used to be human, 19 years of age and attending college for a major in engineering and a minor in music. He used to have passions, a love for electric guitar, for creating, for his family.
That's what he used to be. A person. An individual with humanity. Now it's been ripped away from him.
Slinking among the shadows of the Blacksite is how he travels, gathering data and supplies in exchange for the former. He's sharp and bitter, having learned that vulnerability is like sticking your neck out for the guillotine. And if he has to become cold to protect himself? Fine.
The scientists call him Z-13, The Saboteur... but he'd much rather his own name.
(My iteration of Sebastian is much more creature-like, as per the DNA he was experimented with as such! <- is crazy about speculative biology <3]
(Information on him is located in my promo: here!)
A odd expandable stared at the vent to sabatour's place . He heard from rumors or others in passing about this place taking in a deep breath he adjusted his hoodie.
Carefully he crawled into the vent and peeked into the room to see what the hella blue was about on this 'fish man '
"......ano..dah " (translation: what )
He squinted his yellow eyes to see what could ever be In here
(ooc: would be ok to tag on my oc ref's post? Like to give a visual on what he looks like )
"Welcome, welcome!" The first thing the Expendable sees is darkness, besides the glow from the strange vials settled on a table nearby. A flickering of a light source turns into the esca hanging from the large creature towering over them illuminates the room. Sebastian clasps his hands together, grinning toothily down at the prisoner as the room now basks in the light he's made.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna hurt you!" He pauses, well. He could, but he has a business to run, and with the others running around and Blacksite chattering in these Expendables' ears; he probably has a bit of a bad rapport. "Despite what you have seen, heard, and/or been told!" He attempts at reassurance.
"My name is Sebastian, your only friend." He dips his a head a bit in greeting, the shrimp-like end of his tail flicking.
"If I'm correct, your supervisors have told you to secure..." He calls them research, but if it were from the mouths of the bigwigs...? "'loose assets'. Documents, vials, whatever." Anything he could use as leverage; anything he could give to the other places to get him out of here—
"However! If I can make it worth your while, I'm gonna ask you to cut a deal." He leans down, just so he could look at the prisoner better. Eye-to-eye and so forth.
"You give me any research you might have on you," He placed a clawed hand on his chest, canting his head to the side with a grin. "and I'll give you some of these items I've scavenged." He gestures to the lower half of his tail: a medkit, flashlight, a lantern, even a code breacher. "Here, you can just... pick it off my tail!"
[A long, screeching noise echoed through the halls, almost out of place. It wasn't the telltale scream of an Angler, or the howls from Pandemonium, either. If anything, it sounded like one of the heavy doors from the Containment sector being forced open.]
[Not unlike how Pandemonium had first made its... unwanted, appearance.]
"I heard ANOTHER one showed up...."
[It was quiet, far away, but to hell if the voice didn't sound like Sebastians own.]
-sebbiesolace
Hearing crashing and screeches wasn't unheard of, especially under the conditions the Blacksite was under now. The wrenching screams of metal bending under sheer force didn't give him in any reason for concern. The Angler and its... friends never seemed to give him any interest, so long as he stayed out of their way during a hunt. They seemed to stay out of his; a neutrality, of sorts.
So he ignored the sounds for now, his forelegs tapping against the metal of the floor as he picked up a flashlight near a smear of what used to be an Expendable. He shook the light a moment before checking if it would light up. Ah, broken glass.
"No good." He mumbled, throwing the light to the side as he crawled further, his presence announced with the tapping of his legs and the grating slide of his armoured tail. Whatever the sound was, he was getting closer to it. He wasn't worried, most of the other entities out here were alright with him, he'd just need to stay out of their way—
"I heard ANOTHER one showed up…."
Sebastian stopped in their tracks, looking around quickly. They've seen plenty of entities during their break-out, but they've heard nothing about one that could mimick voices. They bared their jagged teeth, setting a hand onto their shotgun hidden under their leather coat. Something was out there, they could feel it; a new presence nipping at the tip of their snout.
"Who the fuck's out there?" They called, voice steady, if cautious.
(There was a low thud, another expendable crawling through the vent as usual. What wasn't usual, however, was the excess of blood and the white-furred arm that got tossed through.)
(The EXR-P heaved themselves through the vent, panting heavily and clearly VERY woozy from bloodloss. It didn't stop them from picking up their arm, stumbling to the table nearby, and slamming it down with a simple, albeit slurred, question.)
"You got a..... sewing kit.... anywhere, Mr. Fishy-Fish??"
The clambering sounds from the vents wasn't anything surprising, so he didn't give it much attention as he flipped through yet another classified document; titled as such with the red emblazoned on the side of the file. He was slightly distracted as he spoke, flicking an ear fin.
"Welcome to the shop. Keycard is by the radio whenever you want to move on." He mutters, about to continue his usual speech when he stops, the smell of blood filling his nose. In the far reaches of his artificially-placed animal instincts; the blood equals injured prey, and injured prey are easy prey—
he shakes his head a bit, pushing those intrusive thoughts aside as he looks down at the EXR-P, blinking at the fur they apparently have (though it's not the strangest person he's seen. He's seen prisoners with TVs for heads.) and their grievous wound. Well, even if they might die in his shop, assets are assets.
"Hm, if you have the research for it; you can take the medkit off of my tail." He gestures with a clawed hand to the medkit strapped to the side of his tail, a slightly condescending tone to both his voice and his smirk.
He brushes off the name the prisoner called him, for now.
Out of instinct, Sebastian catches the wrapped burger with clasping hands, claws ripping the paper a bit as he stares down at it. He looks confused as he stares at the burger before looking at the prisoner that threw it at him.
"..where did you— how did you get this?" He blinks owlishly, before looking down at the burger. God, how long has it been since he'd had one of these? Slowly, hesitantly, he opens the wrapping, staring at the burger with a studying intensity. Is it poisoned? Didn't look like it. Slowly, he sniffs at it. Doesn't smell like it...
He takes a bite, and his eyes visibly widen. It's hard to tell what emotion he's feeling... but it's clear he enjoys the rare real food by how he's wolfishly scarfing it down.
Sebastian stares down at the prisoner making the strange sounds, tilting his head with a confused stare. His ear fin flicks as he watches, practically studying the strange EXR-P.
"Are you alright? You have brain damage or somethin'?"
Can I hold your hand for ten seconds? I need some emotional support.
Sebastian looks down at the EXR-P with a sneer, more like a snarl with how jagged his teeth are. The armored end of his tail gives a flick as he physically leans away slightly, crossing his arms— all three of them to be exact. His glowing eyes glower down at the prisoner that asked for the contact.
"No thanks. I'm not particularly the touchy type." He mutters, "And if you try touching me, you'll see how it feels to lose a hand." A threat that could be followed through, especially with his reactions to flash beacons.
"I'm currently only interested in trading research. If you've got any, I'd gladly give you some quality goods for it."
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