#sebasthiel

[vikareuscreations]

I'm late by three days, but better late than never! Happy birthday to the one and only (Angelic) Sheep Dad.

[redemptioninchaos]

Different Name, Same Methods

Mason could have easily set the tone by arriving at Little Eden before Sebasthiel did, but there was no need for him to flex his expertise among unofficial colleagues. Nonetheless, right when the city bells struck noon, the night lizard gave a polite knock on the shop’s front door. He was dressed the same way he always was: olive-green business suit, white shirt, black tie, and tan derby shoes.

“Shop’s closed,” said a raccoon passerby outside. “They’re always closed on Sundays.” 

Mason ignored him, his bright green eyes scanning the inside of the shop for any sign of someone approaching.

@infinitcnexus

[redemptioninchaos]

I Guess That Wasn’t a Dream

Tess subconsciously wondered if she would be able to get any sleep that night; as Liv, she had gotten a different nightmare about how she, Sergio, or both of them would perish by the hands of the Laborers ever since seeing Roman’s head on her porch. They said there was no rest for the wicked, so she had fully prepared to wake up early without getting any restful sleep. It made sense; the first angel she met after dying said, “By the sweat of your brow shall you live your afterlife,” plus it was best practice to wake up earlier than anyone within the same room, apartment, or house as she was.

Except that didn’t happen. No dreams or nightmares, no loud sounds of city life, no alarms woke her up. She had woken up naturally. Not only that, but she felt rested for the first time since Roman’s death. All the fatigue that had built up over about a month’s period suddenly vanished. Her eyes gently opened up to see an unfamiliar ceiling, causing her to panic for a split second as she whipped her head around. 

She then realized where she was. She was in Sebasthiel’s apartment in Philadelphia. A part of her wished everything she experienced the previous day was a dream. She sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. So this is really it, she thought. I’m forced to do heaven’s dirty work until the end of time. In some ways, the prospect seemed even worse than an eternity in Hell. Maybe El’Radyon knew she would have likely felt more comfortable among sinners instead of saints, so He placed her in the company of angels to truly punish her. 

The one silver lining is that she got to take out her frustration on two-bit street thugs...and it was sanctioned by God Himself, apparently. 

She checked a clock on the wall. It was past 2 p.m. She wasn’t used to rising after the sun. She remembered the two getting back around 10 p.m. the previous night and her crashing within the first two minutes of entering his apartment. I slept for 16 hours? Sounds about right. 

After showering, getting washed up, and getting dressed, Tess put her heels back on, about to head out to...somewhere before picking up a note in the kitchen.

@infinitcnexus

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Sergio had gone through several changes in his life since moving to Philly, but one thing that hadn't changed was his sweet tooth. He'd made a few deliveries from the place, but never actually stopped there to order something for himself. He parked his car outside and walked in, shivering from the sudden cold that swept Philly. What he didn't know was that the proprietor of Little Eden would have recognized him despite never meeting him...

Sebasthiel blinked, freezing briefly in his tracks as soon as he spotted a certain hoodie-clad tabby entering the café. Taking in a deep breath, the muscular Dall sheep quickly readjusted his work apron and the collar of his shirt before greeting the feline with a warm, fatherly smile at the register.

“Welcome to Little Eden,” he said with a bow, his enunciation and welcoming tone well-rehearsed. “What can I get for you today?”

[infinitcnexus]

Legal Real Name:  Sebasthiel

Nicknames: Bastien de Rune (current legal alias), Seb

Date of  Birth:  January 7th 2977 BLY (BCE)

Gender: Male

Place   of   Birth:  The Plane of Elpis

Currently   Living: Central City, Philadelphia

Spoken   Languages: English, Arcanum, French, and a modest collection of Earthly languages that he can remember

Education: Formally, Sebasthiel is well-trained in warfare, spellcasting, speechcraft, botany, medicine. Informally, Sebasthiel is a skilled homemaker, cook, and artist, specifically drawing.

Physical   Characteristics:

Hair   Color:  Blonde

Eye   Color:  Baby blue

Miscellaneous: Sturdy, muscular physique, neatly-combed beard and tied back long hair. Whenever he casts a powerful spell or gets involved in a situation with high duress, his eyes will glow golden while intricate organic lines manifests on his horns, face, and body. If his wings are visible, the lines will also be present on them.

Height: 6'2"

Weight:  173lb

Relationships:

El'Radyon (creator and father figure)

@redemptioninchaos' Tesiraphel ‘Tess’ (current partner, roommate, and friend...at least for now)

Nulostanel (former partner and friend-turned-enemy)

Dinestriel 'Dinesh' (associate, friend, and handler)

Virastaphel 'Steph' (friend)

Dave Russell (former employer, friend)

Orientation: Demisexual Demiromantic

Relationship Status: Single

Tagged by: @redemptioninchaos

Tagging: @aroyaltailor @kairothekitsune @lycanspirited @dimensionhoppinghybrids

[infinitcnexus]

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

For Shrike, Sebasthiel, and...Rivan

🖤 BLACK HEART

Shrike:

He has thoughts about suppressing his impathy entirely to become the efficient, unfeeling living weapon like Lot and the majority of people working at NCE wish him to be. That way, he would never have to put up with their insults as well as the behind-his-back whispers ever again, but…he simply couldn’t. Perhaps it was out of a desire of not wanting to give Lot and his ilk the satisfaction of seeing him giving in, or maybe it was self-pity and the want of living a heroic fantasy he could never obtain, but Shrike has chosen to continue caring about others, ill-advised or otherwise. Sebasthiel: 

At times, Sebasthiel wondered if his former Justiciar partner, Nulostanel, was right about El’Radyon holding their leashes too tightly, stopping them from saving lives that were within arm’s reach while allowing the guilty to elude their punishments until He deemed the time was right. However, becoming a fallen angel was a heavy price Sebasthiel would never want to pay, and he fears that one day it would become too tempting. 

Rivan: 

Being a warlock, no matter one’s intention, means embracing a path of ostracization. While Rivan has improved lives with the help of his patrons, there were still those in the realms who viewed the undead and their servants as only blights to be banished, never to be reasoned with. Sometimes, Rivan has imagined traveling back in time to tell his past self to refuse the Death Parents’ pact. Even if he was to become fodder for a lich’s phylactery and never experience the afterlife, at least he would never have to endure a life of forced solitude with only the restless dead for company. However, it would be foolish to disrespect the life he was given, and he would rather live it to the fullest. 

⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS

Shrike:

Despite how nigh-unbearable Hadrian Graves can be while training him to be the next Harbinger, deep down Shrike is grateful to Graves for teaching him when to employ either violence or persuasion. Combined with his natural impathy, he can stand up for not only himself but also for the helpless in situations where diplomacy fails.

Sebasthiel:

Sebasthiel, despite his personal history with Nulostanel, remains thankful that El'Radyon has granted him a deep love for life. He is deeply aware of how flawed sapients are, but he won't turn their back on them as long as they are willing to accept redemption. Like Shrike, he can employ magick to defend himself and others should violence become the only viable solution.

Rivan:

Although it's disappointing, perhaps even painful, that the academy where he taught at has barred him from returning due to his status as a warlock, Rivan is thankful for the knowledge of the arcane and history he has acquired while working there. Additionally, having to learn how to deliver his lessons in an interesting yet efficient manner has helped him to develop the force of personality required to be a warlock. As an adventurer, Rivan uses his acquired knowledge to solve magic-related cases and his skill at speech to get others to do as he asks, usually for their own good.

(All three would gladly use their skills to defend those they love.)

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS

Shrike:

Shrike believes that he is unworthy of becoming someone's genuine romantic partner due to his status as a Harbinger, not to mention having a side job where he seduces and sleeps with rich and influential daemons for their money. Shrike is painfully well-aware that he can't maintain a lonely and transactional existence forever, but given the cutthroat nature of the Hells and mortals' justified fear of daemonkind, sharing this secret is easier said than done.

Sebasthiel:

Sebasthiel greatly appreciates mortals' creative capacity, and he has dabbled in a variety of crafts throughout the centuries. One of his favorite subjects is drawing and painting the sapient form in the (artistic) nude. Some angels and mortals, however, frown upon this practice, and Sebasthiel struggles to understand why they would vilify something El'Radyon has created with a purpose. The ram worries that his artistic preference would make him a pariah, even if he is in no hurry to share this emotional burden with others.

Rivan:

Although Rivan understands that his pact with the Death Parents was necessary to his and others' survival, he dreads the possibility of having to reveal this fact about himself to his clan and family one day. Dragonborn culture views warlocks with suspicion at best and unadulterated hatred at worst, and Rivan worries that they would make him an outcast without hearing what he has to say. It will only be a matter of time before he can no longer hide his status as a warlock behind letters.

[infinitcnexus]

What Tarot Card Are You?

Rivan

The Hermit

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

Shrike

The Hermit

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

Sebasthiel

The Devil

Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things. Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want. You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy.

Dana

The Empress

You are only independent insofar as you have others to care for. This makes you dependent in your independence. They want your knowledge, your skills, your talents, your affection. What can they give in return? “Teeth” is not an acceptable answer, nor is “keeping the shadows to the corners”, nor is “glory”, nor is “love”. There is no acceptable answer, no gift of a magnitude which can match the thing you know, which is that they are taking from you. They are stealing from you. You should stop them from doing that, darling. You only have so much to give. You are not infinite, and when they have taken their last they will remind you of that. My advice is this: give enough to keep them at bay, but be careful. Their teeth can turn on you too. There is no easier way to make an animal dangerous than by feeding it.

tagged by: taken from @mindmxtters

tagging: @redemptioninchaos @dimensionhoppinghybrids @samu-sa-no-okami

[redemptioninchaos]

Investigation (for either Tess and Sebasthiel or Shrike and Colette)

Gonna go with Tess here Natural 20

"The shooter was left handed," said Tess to Sebasthiel. "Look at the pistol. Casings usually are expelled to the right, but this one was custom-made. Someone was important enough to get a custom-made pistol...and was foolish enough to lose it." She snapped a few photos of the pistol before placing it in a plastic evidence bag. "Six shots fired, and spatter velocity indicates the shots were from at least three feet away."