Post by Jace on Jun 12, 2010 6:21:03 GMT -5
Password:Bantha
Character permission:Jenno
Name:Sébastien Eliar Reventón
Race:Echani/Human
Age:26
Height:6'2
Weight:135 pounds
Birth place:Aldera/Alderaan
Appearance:
There are those who blend in, and those who stand out. Sébastien is definitely one of the latter. He sports the white hair common to those of Echani descent but not their silver eyes. No, like his mother, he has stunning emerald eyes, arguably his most notable trait. Sébastien prefers to keep his hair long much to the annoyance of his mother. There is no doubt that the Prince is a rather handsome man, atleast, that is what countless females have told him. They may have been lying, but he doesn't think so.
Sébastien is royalty, and its safe to say he is not ashamed of that fact. He can usually be spotted wearing his favored white suit. These suits are of course made from the finest materials the galaxy has to offer. He also carries a special surprise under his suit....no its not what you are thinking, get your mind outta the gutter. Ever since the attempt on his life as a child, Sébastien has carried a sidearm with him at all times. A rather flashy custom made slugthrower which compliments his character. Eccentric as it may be, it will still get the job done.
Personality:
Sébastien has been called many things. Handsome, conceited, clever, lively, eccentric, narcissistic, flirtatious. He is all those and so much more. Sébastien is a textbook womanizer and has displayed narcissistic tendencies since he was a child. He has yet to meet a woman who has truly 'entertained' him. He is a good looking person, and he is quite aware of it. In fact, he frequently flaunts his looks at every opportunity.
The Prince is playful by nature, and could probably be in the running for the galaxy's number one flirt. He considers flirting a game. Some test their wits through business, Sébastien tests his through women. Modest is not a word in this man's dictionary. Hes got money, looks, and status...the chances of him being humble are close to zero. Though there are rare opportunities where Sébastien tends to exhibit gentlemanly mannerisms. When the particular subject is brought up though, he adamantly denies any such change in personality.
Sébastien is actually quite clever, but that usually tends to be overlooked due to his other mannerisms. His ability to mask his true intelligence is an achievement he is quite proud of. Like the other heirs to the throne, Sébastien sits on the Alderaan High Council. The Prince's mix of his traits makes him a rather charismatic person. As such people seem to be drawn to him, and put up with his rather large ego. Indeed it is this charisma that keeps him on the high council, and safe guards his place as an heir to the throne.
Occupation:Royalty
Rank:Prince of Alderaan
Bio:
Alderaan. Home to some of the most beautiful scenery in the galaxy and for that reason it was also home to some of the richest people in the galaxy. The Reventóns just happened to be two of those rich people, they also happened to be Royalty. Sidonia Reventón, Sebastien's grandmother was the Queen of Alderaan. That meant that her daughter, Karina was the heir to the throne. Unlike her mother, Karina did not have an arranged marriage. This usually caused inner family disputes, but the man she married was acceptable in the Queen's eye. Giovanni Mercada came from a highly prestigious family that had deep ties in the Republic's financial society.
They married at a relatively young age, and only a year later had a child, Sebastien Eliar Reventón. The couple had birthed the first royal of mixed blood in many generations for Giovanni was an Echani unlike his purely human wife. According to his parents, Sebastien was a well behaved baby, quite different from his current day person. Neither of his parents initially had much time to spend with their son. Karina was serving her term as a Senator as was expected of the heir to the throne. Giovanni's business required a great deal of traveling, which kept him away from home frequently. That being said, it wasn't as if Sebastien was alone, quite the opposite in fact. The child had a horde of caretakers who were there to keep him happy.
As soon as Sebastien was old enough, he was sent to the finest private school on Alderaan. The boy was quite outgoing, and even at this young age, it was clear that he was going to be quite handsome when he was older. Thus he made friends easily, a trait that would stay with him as he grew. His early school years went by without incident. Sebastien displayed above average intelligence but considering some of his peers, his intelligence seemed average. He tended to use his intelligence for more frivolous purposes much to the displeasure of his teachers. Suffice to say, he still managed to maintain good grades.
Skipping class happened every so often, but Sebastien was crafty in his execution and follow-up. He would concoct well thought out excuses for being either late or missing, which pretty much made him a habitual liar by his early teens. His school grounds were enormous and he specifically enjoyed attempting to enter restricted areas. There was a certain rush about it that he couldn't explain, it made him feel like a spy. He would frequently convince others to join him on these little escapades, making him somewhat of a bad influence in his teacher's eyes.
Sebastien grew older and as he did, his schooling had taken on different dimensions. He went to school to receive his regular education but at home he would learn the arts of a royal. The boy was constantly trained in etiquette which apparently he was lacking. There would be random facts and customs he had to understand and then make sure he could adapt to. Though this was during his weekday evenings, Sebastien still had more than enough time to do what kids does best, have fun.
The young royal frequently left the house during his lessons. Of course sneaking out just meant that he would ask one of his caretakers who favored him to get him out of his lesson. He would frequent Alderaan's amusement parks along with his friends among other things. Aldera was a beautiful city and picnics and activities of a similar nature were quite common in Sebastien's childhood. They enjoyed the same thing that any other child did, they just enjoyed a higher standard of it than anyone else.
Life had been quite simple and fun for Sebastien up to this point. He was popular, he was well treated, he was living a life without worry. That changed mere days before the boy's 12th birthday. Sebastien had just left school, excited that his vacation had just begun, when another speeder crashed into his own. It wasn't a normal accident though, this accident was brought about by malicious intent. A group of masked men approached the car, killed both of the boy's bodyguards, and then turned their attention to Sebastien. He was still shaken by the crash, and attempted unsuccessfully to fight back. One of the masked men hit him squarely in the face, knocking the boy unconscious before tossing him in their speeder.
Sebastien was awoken hours later by the blinding pain in his jaw. His movement caught the attention of one of his kidnappers and he made his way over to the boy. His body suddenly became taught with fear. He tried to remind himself that he was royalty and that he shouldn't be scared of these people. It had little effect though, the boy was just too scared, especially considering the person still wore a mask. He kneeled in front of the boy, and pressed his fist hard against Sebastien's cheek. The child cried out in pain, tears freely running down his face. The masked person laughed loudly before turning and heading into another room.
Hours, Sebastien attempted to fight off despair for hours. He was only twelve though, and there was only so much he could do. He kept trying to remind himself that he was royalty, and that he should behave accordingly. Yes, he was royalty, which meant when he was kidnapped, it was a big deal. It also meant that the case wasn't dealt with by the normal police. The Queen wanted her grandchild back, and she was a stubborn woman. She quickly called upon the Republic's army to get her grandchild back. That was exactly what they did.
He had been on the edge of despair when he heard loud sounds from outside. He heard yelling, and what sounded like blasters being fired. Then the door opened once more, and a masked man entered. This time though, he removed his mask and held out his hand with a smile. After nearly two days of being in captivity, Sebastien had been rescued and brought back to his parents. It took the boy nearly a month to get over the incident, but when he did, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
The kidnapping had been a sobering experience for the young boy, and it had given him some radical thoughts. One of these being that he wished to be trained to use a weapon. His mother was less than delighted to hear this, but his father was surprisingly in support of the idea. It may have just been his Echani roots that was the clincher. His parents hired a famed sharpshooter to teach their son how to shoot on the weekends.
More than anything, the training gave Sebastien some peace of mind. Sebatien's teacher was a former military man and thus they did practice some minor unarmed combat, but it wasn't much to his liking. The same went for melee weapons. Guns were a different story though and much more to the boy's liking. Sebastien definitely showed some aptitude for wielding a pistol. They practiced with a variety of weapons, but at the end of it, they both decided that he was best off with a slugthrower.
Training aside, Sebastian went through highschool without incident. Well without any life threatening incidents that is. There was a whole folder of 'incidents' regarding his school. They mostly revolved around rather vindictive females who he had dated at one point or the other. Sebastien wasn't exactly subtle in his break ups. He had more than a few girls threaten to kill him, and one memorable one who threatened to kill herself. One had even gone on a rant in the middle of class much to Sebastien's amusement.
Then there were his random acts of frivolity during class which tended to irritate his teachers greatly. His primary occupation during class was flirting with his various female classmates. He did tend to talk to some of his friends also, but flirting was a full time job as far as he was concerned. The teen still managed to get relatively good grades, and thus there wasn't much that they could do. Suffice to say, Sebastien was a full on womanizer by the time he graduated.
Sebastien graduated at 18, and like many of his peers went to the University of Alderaan. He didn't really feel like studying but he had to choose something to appease his parents and grandmother. So he just blindly picked a major from a list and thus he ended up studying law. Oddly enough, it seemed to work well for him, he could quite the persuasive speaker when he wanted to. How could he have wooed all those women otherwise? College wasn't all that bad, there were some fun people there, and oh so many beautiful women.
Two years into college marked a big day for Alderaan and Sebastien. Sidonia was finally handing over the throne to her daughter. She had reached quite a ripe old age and wasn't the type to cling on to a title selfishly. This meant that Sebastian's mother was now the Queen, and he was the official heir to the throne of Alderaan. That did wonders for the man's already sky high confidence. He soon learned that certain responsibilities also came with the nifty title.
The not so mature twenty year old was forced to communicate with other young leaders. It was quite a bore to him for the most part, but every once in awhile there would be bright spots. Indeed, there happened to be some mighty fine princesses out there. Of course his interactions with them usually ended up with them waking up in his bed. This was almost always followed by a rather loud lecture by the Queen. Apparently fraternizing with other royalty who you weren't planning to marry was a bad thing.
The new prince was not keen on continuing his education since he was afterall a prince, his mother had other ideas though. She stated that she would not have some uneducated child be an heir to the Alderaanian throne. Threatening to cut Sebastien off, he had no choice but to continue his education. A year later, Sebastien graduated from college with a degree in law, which he lost somewhere shortly after. He had thought he had escaped from the majority of his responsibilities but he was wrong. His graduation apparently marked his day of maturation, and he was assigned to the High Council of Alderaan. His mother explained to him that the heir to throne was supposed to serve on the council so they could better grasp the political subtleties of a ruler. She had done it, and even served as a senator. If it was half as bad as it sounded, Sebastien was going to be quite grumpy.
It ended up being even worse than he thought. The Prince just sat there and listened to old people scrutinize over every little detail. Suffice to say, he tried to leave ten minutes into his first session, but the guards wouldn't let him leave. His mom was just as stubborn as his grandmother had been. Grudgingly, Sebastien sat through the council meetings, no matter how painful they were. He almost regretted being a royal....almost.
Years had passed since Sebastien had first started serving on the council. It was still quite boring but he had gotten used to it. Some of the old people weren't all that bad, and they actually seemed to enjoy his presence. He was glad to hear that he hadn't lost his touch. The Prince was pretty sure there wasn't any one in the galaxy that he couldn't sweet talk.
When he was not tending to his royal duties, he was having fun. Sebastien frequently went on trips on planet and off planet. He would hold parties frequently, not to mention attend quite a few. His mother had all but given up on trying to get him to grow up. He didn't want to, he was too busy having fun. Every so often something would get in the way of his fun. It was almost always just boring duties but one time it ended up being rather dangerous.
Sebastien was on vacation with his father, spending some quality family bonding time. It was during this father/son experience that a bunch of terrorists thought it would be good to try and kill them. Approxiametly five terrorists assaulted the Reventon villa, confident in their success. What they hadn't counted on was both father and son to be packing some serious firepower. Sebastien and his father gave those terrorists quite a surprise, a rather deadly one. Both of them being proficient shooters, they managed to hold off until help could arrive. Sebastien's arm had been grazed by blaster fire but All in all it turned out to be quite the vacation and Sebastien recommended it as a great bonding experience to his friends.
The Prince was now in his 25th year, and feeling younger than ever. Completely uncaring about the current state of the galaxy, he continued to pursue his various pleasures with renewed vigor. Eventually the prince would have to start acting like the heir to the throne but not yet. Sebastien would deal with that later though, procrastination was one of his strongest traits after all.
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence:7
Speed:5
Leadership:4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons:1
Ranged Weapons:6
Alignment:+4
RP Sample:
He let out a heavy sigh as he walked through the hallways of the palace. It was that time of the day again, a time he truly loathed. Various guards saluted him as he continued on his way, he nodded at them absentmindedly. He held a certain respect for the guards, indeed they had saved his grandmother, mother, and father on more than one occasion. Every once in awhile he would invite them to a party, but they always refused. Shrugging mentally, he left the thought at that. He finally arrived at his destination, and the guards slowly opened the door for him.
Sebastien Reventon, Prince of Alderaan, stepped in the High Council chambers. He stood there for a moment, in all his splendid glory. Impeccably dressed in a crisp white suit, the youngster seemed quite out of place. Instead of the girl of his dreams waiting for him, it was just old council members. Though he had to admit, he had gotten somewhat fond of the old timers. He sighed once more, council work was the bane of his existence. It was as if the gods didn't want him to have fun. He thought he would liven things up by going over to one of the female councilors, bringing her hand up to his lips, and giving it a gentle kiss.
"My lady, how about we get out here, just you and me and leave these old men to their arguing" He said to her softly, staring deep in her eyes
The councilor's expression soften for a moment and was suddenly replaced by a stern glare.
"My Lord, please stop wasting time, we have a great deal to go over today" she responded in a cold tone
He merely sighed and took a step back "You are no fun" He then turned to the rest of the council "How about it guys?Lets leave this work for later and go party somewhere"
Sebastien was met by silence reinforced with more stern glares. The defeated prince hung his head and slowly made his way to his seat. Every day he tried the same thing, and every day he was rejected. Maybe he was losing his touch, but quickly rid himself of that ridiculous notion.
Me? Lose my touch? Ha!
He was Sebastien Reventon afterall, the single greatest being in the galaxy. He could talk the heavens down to kiss the ground at his feet. His confidence boosting was interrupted by the voice of one of the council members. It looked like they were about to start the day's agenda. Sebastien would see if you could last 8 minutes before zoning out. His current record was 7 1/2 minutes, he would try to make the council and the Queen proud. He put on a serious face and prepared to focus on what was being said.
Character permission:Jenno
Name:Sébastien Eliar Reventón
Race:Echani/Human
Age:26
Height:6'2
Weight:135 pounds
Birth place:Aldera/Alderaan
Appearance:
There are those who blend in, and those who stand out. Sébastien is definitely one of the latter. He sports the white hair common to those of Echani descent but not their silver eyes. No, like his mother, he has stunning emerald eyes, arguably his most notable trait. Sébastien prefers to keep his hair long much to the annoyance of his mother. There is no doubt that the Prince is a rather handsome man, atleast, that is what countless females have told him. They may have been lying, but he doesn't think so.
Sébastien is royalty, and its safe to say he is not ashamed of that fact. He can usually be spotted wearing his favored white suit. These suits are of course made from the finest materials the galaxy has to offer. He also carries a special surprise under his suit....no its not what you are thinking, get your mind outta the gutter. Ever since the attempt on his life as a child, Sébastien has carried a sidearm with him at all times. A rather flashy custom made slugthrower which compliments his character. Eccentric as it may be, it will still get the job done.
Personality:
Sébastien has been called many things. Handsome, conceited, clever, lively, eccentric, narcissistic, flirtatious. He is all those and so much more. Sébastien is a textbook womanizer and has displayed narcissistic tendencies since he was a child. He has yet to meet a woman who has truly 'entertained' him. He is a good looking person, and he is quite aware of it. In fact, he frequently flaunts his looks at every opportunity.
The Prince is playful by nature, and could probably be in the running for the galaxy's number one flirt. He considers flirting a game. Some test their wits through business, Sébastien tests his through women. Modest is not a word in this man's dictionary. Hes got money, looks, and status...the chances of him being humble are close to zero. Though there are rare opportunities where Sébastien tends to exhibit gentlemanly mannerisms. When the particular subject is brought up though, he adamantly denies any such change in personality.
Sébastien is actually quite clever, but that usually tends to be overlooked due to his other mannerisms. His ability to mask his true intelligence is an achievement he is quite proud of. Like the other heirs to the throne, Sébastien sits on the Alderaan High Council. The Prince's mix of his traits makes him a rather charismatic person. As such people seem to be drawn to him, and put up with his rather large ego. Indeed it is this charisma that keeps him on the high council, and safe guards his place as an heir to the throne.
Occupation:Royalty
Rank:Prince of Alderaan
Bio:
A Royal Beginning
Alderaan. Home to some of the most beautiful scenery in the galaxy and for that reason it was also home to some of the richest people in the galaxy. The Reventóns just happened to be two of those rich people, they also happened to be Royalty. Sidonia Reventón, Sebastien's grandmother was the Queen of Alderaan. That meant that her daughter, Karina was the heir to the throne. Unlike her mother, Karina did not have an arranged marriage. This usually caused inner family disputes, but the man she married was acceptable in the Queen's eye. Giovanni Mercada came from a highly prestigious family that had deep ties in the Republic's financial society.
They married at a relatively young age, and only a year later had a child, Sebastien Eliar Reventón. The couple had birthed the first royal of mixed blood in many generations for Giovanni was an Echani unlike his purely human wife. According to his parents, Sebastien was a well behaved baby, quite different from his current day person. Neither of his parents initially had much time to spend with their son. Karina was serving her term as a Senator as was expected of the heir to the throne. Giovanni's business required a great deal of traveling, which kept him away from home frequently. That being said, it wasn't as if Sebastien was alone, quite the opposite in fact. The child had a horde of caretakers who were there to keep him happy.
As soon as Sebastien was old enough, he was sent to the finest private school on Alderaan. The boy was quite outgoing, and even at this young age, it was clear that he was going to be quite handsome when he was older. Thus he made friends easily, a trait that would stay with him as he grew. His early school years went by without incident. Sebastien displayed above average intelligence but considering some of his peers, his intelligence seemed average. He tended to use his intelligence for more frivolous purposes much to the displeasure of his teachers. Suffice to say, he still managed to maintain good grades.
Skipping class happened every so often, but Sebastien was crafty in his execution and follow-up. He would concoct well thought out excuses for being either late or missing, which pretty much made him a habitual liar by his early teens. His school grounds were enormous and he specifically enjoyed attempting to enter restricted areas. There was a certain rush about it that he couldn't explain, it made him feel like a spy. He would frequently convince others to join him on these little escapades, making him somewhat of a bad influence in his teacher's eyes.
Sebastien grew older and as he did, his schooling had taken on different dimensions. He went to school to receive his regular education but at home he would learn the arts of a royal. The boy was constantly trained in etiquette which apparently he was lacking. There would be random facts and customs he had to understand and then make sure he could adapt to. Though this was during his weekday evenings, Sebastien still had more than enough time to do what kids does best, have fun.
The young royal frequently left the house during his lessons. Of course sneaking out just meant that he would ask one of his caretakers who favored him to get him out of his lesson. He would frequent Alderaan's amusement parks along with his friends among other things. Aldera was a beautiful city and picnics and activities of a similar nature were quite common in Sebastien's childhood. They enjoyed the same thing that any other child did, they just enjoyed a higher standard of it than anyone else.
A Royal Ruckus
Life had been quite simple and fun for Sebastien up to this point. He was popular, he was well treated, he was living a life without worry. That changed mere days before the boy's 12th birthday. Sebastien had just left school, excited that his vacation had just begun, when another speeder crashed into his own. It wasn't a normal accident though, this accident was brought about by malicious intent. A group of masked men approached the car, killed both of the boy's bodyguards, and then turned their attention to Sebastien. He was still shaken by the crash, and attempted unsuccessfully to fight back. One of the masked men hit him squarely in the face, knocking the boy unconscious before tossing him in their speeder.
Sebastien was awoken hours later by the blinding pain in his jaw. His movement caught the attention of one of his kidnappers and he made his way over to the boy. His body suddenly became taught with fear. He tried to remind himself that he was royalty and that he shouldn't be scared of these people. It had little effect though, the boy was just too scared, especially considering the person still wore a mask. He kneeled in front of the boy, and pressed his fist hard against Sebastien's cheek. The child cried out in pain, tears freely running down his face. The masked person laughed loudly before turning and heading into another room.
Hours, Sebastien attempted to fight off despair for hours. He was only twelve though, and there was only so much he could do. He kept trying to remind himself that he was royalty, and that he should behave accordingly. Yes, he was royalty, which meant when he was kidnapped, it was a big deal. It also meant that the case wasn't dealt with by the normal police. The Queen wanted her grandchild back, and she was a stubborn woman. She quickly called upon the Republic's army to get her grandchild back. That was exactly what they did.
He had been on the edge of despair when he heard loud sounds from outside. He heard yelling, and what sounded like blasters being fired. Then the door opened once more, and a masked man entered. This time though, he removed his mask and held out his hand with a smile. After nearly two days of being in captivity, Sebastien had been rescued and brought back to his parents. It took the boy nearly a month to get over the incident, but when he did, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
Frivolity with a Dash of Seriousness
The kidnapping had been a sobering experience for the young boy, and it had given him some radical thoughts. One of these being that he wished to be trained to use a weapon. His mother was less than delighted to hear this, but his father was surprisingly in support of the idea. It may have just been his Echani roots that was the clincher. His parents hired a famed sharpshooter to teach their son how to shoot on the weekends.
More than anything, the training gave Sebastien some peace of mind. Sebatien's teacher was a former military man and thus they did practice some minor unarmed combat, but it wasn't much to his liking. The same went for melee weapons. Guns were a different story though and much more to the boy's liking. Sebastien definitely showed some aptitude for wielding a pistol. They practiced with a variety of weapons, but at the end of it, they both decided that he was best off with a slugthrower.
Training aside, Sebastian went through highschool without incident. Well without any life threatening incidents that is. There was a whole folder of 'incidents' regarding his school. They mostly revolved around rather vindictive females who he had dated at one point or the other. Sebastien wasn't exactly subtle in his break ups. He had more than a few girls threaten to kill him, and one memorable one who threatened to kill herself. One had even gone on a rant in the middle of class much to Sebastien's amusement.
Then there were his random acts of frivolity during class which tended to irritate his teachers greatly. His primary occupation during class was flirting with his various female classmates. He did tend to talk to some of his friends also, but flirting was a full time job as far as he was concerned. The teen still managed to get relatively good grades, and thus there wasn't much that they could do. Suffice to say, Sebastien was a full on womanizer by the time he graduated.
Sebastien graduated at 18, and like many of his peers went to the University of Alderaan. He didn't really feel like studying but he had to choose something to appease his parents and grandmother. So he just blindly picked a major from a list and thus he ended up studying law. Oddly enough, it seemed to work well for him, he could quite the persuasive speaker when he wanted to. How could he have wooed all those women otherwise? College wasn't all that bad, there were some fun people there, and oh so many beautiful women.
Reason and Responsibility
Two years into college marked a big day for Alderaan and Sebastien. Sidonia was finally handing over the throne to her daughter. She had reached quite a ripe old age and wasn't the type to cling on to a title selfishly. This meant that Sebastian's mother was now the Queen, and he was the official heir to the throne of Alderaan. That did wonders for the man's already sky high confidence. He soon learned that certain responsibilities also came with the nifty title.
The not so mature twenty year old was forced to communicate with other young leaders. It was quite a bore to him for the most part, but every once in awhile there would be bright spots. Indeed, there happened to be some mighty fine princesses out there. Of course his interactions with them usually ended up with them waking up in his bed. This was almost always followed by a rather loud lecture by the Queen. Apparently fraternizing with other royalty who you weren't planning to marry was a bad thing.
The new prince was not keen on continuing his education since he was afterall a prince, his mother had other ideas though. She stated that she would not have some uneducated child be an heir to the Alderaanian throne. Threatening to cut Sebastien off, he had no choice but to continue his education. A year later, Sebastien graduated from college with a degree in law, which he lost somewhere shortly after. He had thought he had escaped from the majority of his responsibilities but he was wrong. His graduation apparently marked his day of maturation, and he was assigned to the High Council of Alderaan. His mother explained to him that the heir to throne was supposed to serve on the council so they could better grasp the political subtleties of a ruler. She had done it, and even served as a senator. If it was half as bad as it sounded, Sebastien was going to be quite grumpy.
It ended up being even worse than he thought. The Prince just sat there and listened to old people scrutinize over every little detail. Suffice to say, he tried to leave ten minutes into his first session, but the guards wouldn't let him leave. His mom was just as stubborn as his grandmother had been. Grudgingly, Sebastien sat through the council meetings, no matter how painful they were. He almost regretted being a royal....almost.
Did I Mention Frivolity?
Years had passed since Sebastien had first started serving on the council. It was still quite boring but he had gotten used to it. Some of the old people weren't all that bad, and they actually seemed to enjoy his presence. He was glad to hear that he hadn't lost his touch. The Prince was pretty sure there wasn't any one in the galaxy that he couldn't sweet talk.
When he was not tending to his royal duties, he was having fun. Sebastien frequently went on trips on planet and off planet. He would hold parties frequently, not to mention attend quite a few. His mother had all but given up on trying to get him to grow up. He didn't want to, he was too busy having fun. Every so often something would get in the way of his fun. It was almost always just boring duties but one time it ended up being rather dangerous.
Sebastien was on vacation with his father, spending some quality family bonding time. It was during this father/son experience that a bunch of terrorists thought it would be good to try and kill them. Approxiametly five terrorists assaulted the Reventon villa, confident in their success. What they hadn't counted on was both father and son to be packing some serious firepower. Sebastien and his father gave those terrorists quite a surprise, a rather deadly one. Both of them being proficient shooters, they managed to hold off until help could arrive. Sebastien's arm had been grazed by blaster fire but All in all it turned out to be quite the vacation and Sebastien recommended it as a great bonding experience to his friends.
The Prince was now in his 25th year, and feeling younger than ever. Completely uncaring about the current state of the galaxy, he continued to pursue his various pleasures with renewed vigor. Eventually the prince would have to start acting like the heir to the throne but not yet. Sebastien would deal with that later though, procrastination was one of his strongest traits after all.
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence:7
Speed:5
Leadership:4
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons:1
Ranged Weapons:6
Alignment:+4
RP Sample:
He let out a heavy sigh as he walked through the hallways of the palace. It was that time of the day again, a time he truly loathed. Various guards saluted him as he continued on his way, he nodded at them absentmindedly. He held a certain respect for the guards, indeed they had saved his grandmother, mother, and father on more than one occasion. Every once in awhile he would invite them to a party, but they always refused. Shrugging mentally, he left the thought at that. He finally arrived at his destination, and the guards slowly opened the door for him.
Sebastien Reventon, Prince of Alderaan, stepped in the High Council chambers. He stood there for a moment, in all his splendid glory. Impeccably dressed in a crisp white suit, the youngster seemed quite out of place. Instead of the girl of his dreams waiting for him, it was just old council members. Though he had to admit, he had gotten somewhat fond of the old timers. He sighed once more, council work was the bane of his existence. It was as if the gods didn't want him to have fun. He thought he would liven things up by going over to one of the female councilors, bringing her hand up to his lips, and giving it a gentle kiss.
"My lady, how about we get out here, just you and me and leave these old men to their arguing" He said to her softly, staring deep in her eyes
The councilor's expression soften for a moment and was suddenly replaced by a stern glare.
"My Lord, please stop wasting time, we have a great deal to go over today" she responded in a cold tone
He merely sighed and took a step back "You are no fun" He then turned to the rest of the council "How about it guys?Lets leave this work for later and go party somewhere"
Sebastien was met by silence reinforced with more stern glares. The defeated prince hung his head and slowly made his way to his seat. Every day he tried the same thing, and every day he was rejected. Maybe he was losing his touch, but quickly rid himself of that ridiculous notion.
Me? Lose my touch? Ha!
He was Sebastien Reventon afterall, the single greatest being in the galaxy. He could talk the heavens down to kiss the ground at his feet. His confidence boosting was interrupted by the voice of one of the council members. It looked like they were about to start the day's agenda. Sebastien would see if you could last 8 minutes before zoning out. His current record was 7 1/2 minutes, he would try to make the council and the Queen proud. He put on a serious face and prepared to focus on what was being said.
