Sebastian Lowe was born on a chilly Halloween morning in 1979, the first of four children, in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Their small family was cozy in the suburb of the Steel City, living on burrowed land and surviving each week by budgeting until payday. Preceding his three younger sisters by nearly a decade, Bastian’s childhood was spent alone for the bulk of his first nine years. Nothing was truly remarkable about his family life: every year the Lowe’s would have picture perfect holidays and tedious study of the bible weekly in their local church. Honey was especially religious; a young woman who dreamed of Broadway for most of her childhood had fallen for the simplicity of a man named Brain Lowe, who would eventually become a Union leader for the Steel workers. Her devout following of Christ rubbed off on her husband by time they had their only son.

Bastian remembers his early years as being quiet and bland, but his parents know of a different story. After his first birthday, strange occurrences began to happen around the boy’s moods. While nothing violent had occurred, Bastian had spoken the secrets of the dead by time his tongue could wag and soon after, he prophesied his mother’s series of miscarriages that haunted their home for years. Honey’s need to find God’s answer to life led her down a path of spiritual education, where she began to blend her faith with belief in the paranormal in order to cope with the presence in her son. Honey struggled to believe it wasn’t a demon and sought hard for a peaceful solution. The events stopped before he turned eight – at least, it seemed that way on the surface. Their second child silenced the activity and Bastian went from only child to reluctant older brother.

Christina, Brandy and Daphne were born in the following years, between his ninth birthday and the night he moved out of the house to the soundtrack of Brandy weeping and calling his name. Bastian loved his sisters but his mother’s religiousness had turned into true obsession when her son’s visions “returned”. Bastian, having learned to suppress the powers that scared her, had made the mistake of lowering his guard after a family meal during Thanksgiving. he mentioned the death of one of his sister’s classmates just hours before it happened. Honey’s reaction was to cut off contact with his siblings. A young steel worker like his father before him, Sebastian crashed in his friend’s garage for six months until one of his visions led him to pursue a career in emergency medicine at the age of nineteen.



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Sebastian is still considered a novice hunter. His skills are still developing the more he recklessly chases down anything that shows itself to the face of humanity. Demons are his main obsession, constantly looking for the combination of removing their attraction and their ability to control him once they get too close. However his attitude and demeanor has morphed into a bitter potion of paranoia and drunkards rage… now his home is the dark cabin of his pick up truck.

He owns a Smith and Wesson handgun and a hunting knife with a blade sharp enough to skin a deer. Sebastian mostly lives in motels or in the cab of his truck, so his possessions are light and crude: wooden stakes, holy water, custom silver and iron bullets (respectfully) and hex bags for protection. He does not invoke the name of God often, but when he does, it’s often in vain. Bastian struggles with his powers and uses what control he does have to keep himself going: some of them help him control his drunkenness at times, where others assist him in knowing what game to bet on or who will easily give him their wallet. His way of living isn’t honest, but it gets the job done.

Bastian was happy in his line of work, staying single to avoid more than just typical heartache. By his early twenties, he had figured out the length of his strange gifts – it had exceeded beyond seeing the future or casting an object across the room during a fit of emotion. He knew it needed to be pushed deep inside so one day it might disappear, snuff itself out like loose coal embers. Bastian drank heavily, finding the holidays the hardest to move around away from his family. But he was loyal to the job, living in the fire station most of the week and saving lives when the fateful calls came in. Never once did Sebastian show up for a shift under the influence, even on the nights he really wanted to hit the bottle to quiet the energy in his body. It was channeled instead, assisting him on saving nearly 100 souls over his fifteen year career. It wasn’t always easy, but it was a challenge he happily rose to every time the bells rang out in the stationhouse. He fought fires with his brothers, a new family to accept him. But it wasn’t always ideal.

Six years after the vision that led him into EMS, Bastian went missing after a fire at a local library. With no remains left at the scene, his fellow fire-brothers and police were baffled at where he could have gone. He was feared dead after a month with no contact; absolute radio silence. Sebastian had not died, but there were times he had wished for death during a forty seven day hostage situation that left him drained and delirious. Held in the basement of a neighboring building to the fire, Seb was tied to the ground and fed off of by a demonic entity possessing a young woman. She both drank his blood and pulled from his psychic energy, leaving him defenseless and moldable. The demoness used Bastian to find and lure others like him so she could feed… until one of them came with a bucket of holy water and Latin spells to break her possessive curse. Bastian ran for his life and was later found by the side of a highway, dehydrated and mute. It was New Year’s day and the staff treated him like an alcoholic who partied too hard, falling to notice how rail thin and bruised his entire body was. they only saw his failure.





Another six years went by and Sebastian fell into a deeper depression, fueled by the paranoia of constantly falling victim to something he couldn’t fight. His performance slowly tanked over those years; he delayed his shaves for days, wore dirty clothes around the station and took up smoking in the bunk rooms. His brothers in arms began to distance themselves from him as his drunken nightly behavior turned violent and explosive. They tried to get him help but Bastian refused, spinning downwards into a black hole until he began to climb onto the rig drunk, throwing up off the side of it during a call. His days were numbered with the fire station. It was during this year that Sebastian encountered another bad entity on a call on his thirty-fifth birthday: wannabe Satanists had burnt down their shed after trying to summon the devil with their magic. Everyone laughed back at the station aside from Bastian, who went to bed early and was never seen again.

Eleven months went by before Sebastian Lowe’s name came across Pittsburgh’s police scanner: he had been found at a trauma hospital and was being treated with for a stab wound. Sebastian calmly told the nurses that a homeless man had attacked him after he rejected his plea for spare change and the excuse only held until the police arrived with more questions that had nothing to do with his shallow stabbing and everything to do with his second disappearance. What he told them was the exact opposite of what happened: instead of traveling with friends, he had a blood thirsty demon inside of him trying to tear his human shell apart. He didn’t lose his phone and wallet: he was drug through the mud of the Earth as a puppet while mayhem followed his path. It was not a kind motorist who pulled over and took him to safety… it was the same set of hunters who had freed him from the grips of Evil before. Only this time, they offered to teach him a few tricks to stay alive... and hes been fighting ever since.

• I’m not responsible for your feelings.
• Bastian is a nasty, paranoid drunk. don't @ me.
• I will not reply to a random pm post.
• story driven; don’t expect easy smut.
• no rape, no children, no animals. ever.
• I write between 3 para and novella style.
• IC shit-posting may occur during non RP times.
• Modern Fantasy genre only. slice of lifeish.
• Discord is earned through playing.
• All genders welcomed.