Trafford, Sebastian "Rush"

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SEBASTIAN "RUSH" TRAFFORD



"Nothing protects you in this world - you can only slow things down."


`I WOKE UP AND WISHED
THAT I WAS DEAD,
»basics

fullname || Sebastian Trafford
nicknames || Rush
age || 19
gender || Male
orientation || Bi-curious?
category || Wiper
occupation || Student/Professional Pickpocket
power || As a Wiper, Rush can remove people's memories. As far as he's gone, he utilizes it to erase any instances of him getting in trouble for his somewhat borderline behavior - if the police don't remember what he did they can't charge him, and if the witnesses don't remember what they've seen, well... However, he has a vested interest in never having to use the latter half of his power, removing a space of time, unless absolutely prompted to.

`THE WHOLE WORLD IS MOVING
AND I'M STANDING STILL,
»appearance

face claim || John Vesely
height/weight || 5'9" 150lbs
distinguishing features || His big hair, his blonde streak
brief description || Rush is as out there as possible, and it shows in his dress and style. His hair can only be described as "big", though somehow he keeps it that way without making it brittle or hard. The color changes from time to time, but he leaves the bleached out streak as a marker for those who forget his face.

In general, he dresses as crazily as possible, without losing mobility - plenty of close-fitting, interesting zip-up hoodies and a plethora of different sorts of shorts and pants fill his closet, most of which he made himself. His signature style is a pair of patchwork shorts sewn together from about 8 different pairs of outrageous pants, coupled with a close-fitting sweatshirt of the same make.

`AND EVERYTHING I SAID I'D DO
MAKE THE WORLD BRAND NEW
AND TAKE THE TIME FOR YOU,
»personality

likes ||

• Money
  
• Clothes
  
• People
  
• Music
  
• Being a Wiper

dislikes ||

• Being Pinned Down
  
• The Unattainable
  
• Co-Dependant People
  
• Family
  
• Emotional Attachments

strengths ||

• He Sings Well
  
• He Reads People Well

weaknesses ||

• He Has a Hard Time Getting Along
  
• He Has a Hard Time Sharing
  
• He Has a Hard Time Admitting Defeat or Incorrectness

aspirations || Rush dreams of someday living a life that doesn't involve family or work. Barring that, he'd just like to continue living as a pickpocket, with some money for his music as a side gig.
secrets || He's never had a family, and anyone in his life before his sixteenth birthday has no recollection of his existence.
fears ||

• Being Alone
  
• Dying
  
• Living on the Streets

quirks/habits || Rush tends to fly off the handle easily, and will surround himself with people that piss himself off just to keep from being alone.
overall || Rush is a bit of a weirdo - if you get him alone or in a small group he can be quite a fun guy, and he's constantly showing off and goofing around. However, with the wrong people or the wrong group or the wrong day or the wrong... well, anything, basically, he tends to pull into himself and fly off the handle at anyone who bothers him.

On the other hand, however, he's entirely passionate about just one thing - his music. Anyone who engages him on the subject will find their ear talked off, and he seems to lose years off his age as the conversation continues. He could easily talk for hours about his music, and he carries his guitar with him smaller guitar with him especially to play for anyone who cares to listen.

`I JUST GOT LOST AND
SLEPT RIGHT THROUGH THE DAWN,
»history

mother || N/A
father || N/A
siblings || N/A
other family || He had grandparents, an aunt, an uncle, and two older cousins who tried to take him in, but none of them remember him anymore.
backstory || Rush's earliest memory is of living with his grandparents, who he only ever knew as Grandpa and Grandma. They told him as he grew up that his mother had died giving birth to him and his father had left him in the care of his parents, promising to return. They hadn't heard from him since - and as Rush grew older, he grew more bitter. When his powers as a Wiper eventually manifested themselves, he had moved from his grandparents house, and he began to make as much of a delinquent of himself as possible - he started stealing, cheating, lying... whatever he could. Of course, there was never any proof - no-one could remember what he'd done - but he had the attitude. After moving houses two or three more times, he eventually went to each one in turn and removed himself completely from their memories on his sixteenth birthday.

Surprisingly enough, he finished highschool normally, half with his paranormal ability and half with his intellect. After he graduated, he enrolled in the local college, aiming for a music degree so he could take his music around the world... Or that was his hope. He supports himself and lives pretty nicely off his ability as a Wiper to pass unseen in basically any setting - which includes, of course, shoplifting and pickpocketing.

`I THOUGHT OF YOU AND WHERE YOU'D GONE
AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ON...,
»ooc

name/alias || John
age || 20
experience || About... uhm... 11 years now.
who's the fairest of them all? || (admin edit)
anything else? || I live in Alaska!
roleplay sample ||

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend...
Somewhere along in the bitterness.

Jordan had had what could only be described as a shitty day. His day hadn't improved since his run-in with James - in fact, it seemed like the day had only gotten shittier as the other man had only made the vocalist realize how much he was going to miss Emmett. He was sitting at a table in Smoky's, minding his own business, his fourth or fifth shot sitting unfinished on the table. He held it between his hands, contemplating it like he contemplated a piece of paper before writing the next set of lyrics.

Nothing can seem to just... Work out for me. I don't ask for much, really. Just some sort of fucking clue of an idea of what I should do. I just want to make music, for fuck's sake. That's all.

He swished the shot glass around a little, careful not to spill any of the liquid inside, before setting the glass to his lips. He had never been much of a shot taker, but drinking to get drunk wasn't really his style either. He took a breath - through his mouth, to avoid the smell - and then threw back the shot, managing to stifle his gag as it went down. He already felt pretty loose, but then again, he wasn't really certain why he wanted to feel that way. It wasn't as if he was going to come on to James at his own bar... was it? Or maybe that had been his subconscious intention all along.

Jordan was too busy thinking to realize that the bouncer - the cute bouncer, whose name he couldn't quite call up - had spilled a drink all over the table, and, as Jordan realized slightly slower than he would've liked to, all over his shirt. He looked down at it, sighing as the bouncer ran back to the bar to get some paper towels. He almost didn't see the point - until he washed the shirt it would just smell like vodka, and that was never an appetizing smell to have. In fact, it was all Jordan could do to hold himself back from the smell, and it was a testament to his strength of will that he managed it in his current state of inebriation. He wasn't what you would call a lightweight, but 5 shots was really taking its toll on him more than it should've.

He looked up to contemplate the bouncer that was cleaning up, almost laughing as he realized it was hardly a bouncer's job. He stifled another drunken giggle when he heard him sigh out the word "Fuck", before he decided to talk himself.

"Don't worry... It's just par for the course, really. You could almost say I was expecting it." Jordan tried his best to keep the slur out of his voice, but it got harder as the sentence progressed. "Why don't you pay me back by taking some shots with me? On me, of course. Drinking alone is just such a drag, and you could say no-one here is my type."

It felt like something very important was missing. Jordan noted that he didn't know the bouncer's name, and couldn't think of why -- Oh. Right.

"The name's Jordan." He managed a smile and an extended hand for a handshake, although it would probably end up dropping in impatience long before his almost forcibly recruited drinking partner actually took it.

[Admin !]

Accepted!