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Name: TS
Age: 28
AIM: lessergreyshades

Basic Character Information (This character is currently homeless. If you have a game or a PSL idea for which he'd be suited, let me know at passingashuman!)

Sebastian Hess is a demonic character who takes human form in order to keep his various jobs in the medical profession. He’s not necessarily evil (that is, he isn’t plotting the End of the World), but he doesn’t have the strongest moral compass, and does devote a lot of time and energy finding ways to eat human babies on the sly. This involves the occasional purchase of forged documents and spells, which could very likely get him into trouble at some future date.

Full Name: Currently Dr. Sebastian (or Bastian) Hess (Over the years, has been a Sebastian, Aston, Edison, and a Simon – he sheds his name almost as often as he does his skin). His actual name sounds like a series of s’s and vowels, and would look ridiculous on paper.
Age: He appears to be in his late thirties. He’s actually a fair bit older. Not from the dawn of time or anything, but good turn of the century stock. He’s had time to learn how to get by, and has changed his name accordingly (usually whenever he gets in trouble via his profession).
Sex: Male

Appearance: When he’s in his human skin, he’s a thin, pale, balding man of about thirty-eight. He occasionally wears glasses to make up for poor eyesight, and dresses in very clean clothes. He’s very meticulous about his hair and fingernails, which are always impeccably cleaned and in place, respectively. When not dressed in scrubs for his work, he generally dresses in mediocre suits. At home, he sheds his human skin and carefully stores it in his closet. He still has a basic, humanoid shape but he’s covered in green scales.

Special abilities or quirks: As stated above, he can clothe himself in human skin to pass in the day-to-day world. Sebastian can also unhinge his jaw, and has complete control of his gag reflex (he can swallow a rat, say, and then bring just the bones and fur back up). While not possessed of a remarkable physical strength (you wouldn’t necessarily need to be a Slayer to best him in hand-to-hand combat), he does have a poisonous bite. The venom is a neurotoxin, causing nearly no pain but interfering with the respiratory system and heart functions. While he can eat rabbits and mice to stay alive, his species’ preferred food is human infants.

Personality: Sebastian is very anal retentive about his space. Everything has to be in a specific place, and he hates it when things get moved around. He’s a bit twitchy around other people, and doesn’t always really know how to act. There is a definite drive for certain things, however, like food or companionship. He can get obsessively fixated on one idea or person for years (or at least until the next one comes along). This is what got him through sporadic bouts of medical training. A solid introvert, Sebastian tends to keep to himself. Although he’s not bad looking, he’s never been a great seductor. However, you could certainly see him being a stalker, and he has been at several points in his life.

He is generally more afraid of you than you are of him, and tends to leave you alone. He doesn’t like to eat live food, as that’s a better way to get caught and slain. When offended enough, he’ll strike out – quickly and without much thought for consequence, but rarely in a physical way (his bites to people in the past have been very few and far between, as he generally sticks to eating already-dead things). He is not above using his medical knowledge or access to drugs in order to get someone back for some perceived wrong. The man can definitely harbor a grudge.

Character background: There are as many kinds of snake demons as there are snakes, give or take. Traditionally, Naga are Indian. Sebastian is entirely European, however. His species are hatched from eggs. They grow a second, human skin at puberty, which must be shed very carefully in order to preserve the integrity of the flesh. This skin is naturally replaced every couple of decades or so. They have to be treated gently if they are to be reused, and everyday wear can cause damage that has to be fixed by a specialist. Luckily, Sebastian discovered a local demonic cleaning and tailoring business online.

He can communicate to others in his particular species (though there aren’t many left, and none that he does communicate with regularly, as they’re both territorial and comparatively easy to slay). He had a mother at a very early point in his life, who under her human guise worked as a midwife. A babe would often be miscarried or born still, which made gathering food a simple matter of tucking the newborn corpse away and wrapping a piece of meat in swaddling cloth to burn in its place. There were times, however, when local women would be having a run of good luck, and she would risk biting the infant in the guise of a good-natured kiss, or during the chaos of the birthing itself. The baby would suffocate in its mother’s arms hours later, and she would be able to collect the body. This worked for a while, until a savvy Watcher caught on to the rise in sudden infant deaths and started seeking the cause of the missing corpses. She was slain shortly afterwards. Sebastian remembered her techniques, though, and decided to use them to his own advantage.

Male midwives were for the most part unheard of, but if he got enough schooling to work his way into the medical profession… It took years of hard work, far more than it would have if he’d been human and had had proper funding and documents. He did, however, manage to get through it. While going to school, he worked grunt jobs at mortuaries and coroner’s offices, and in hospitals. There was only one period in his life where he risked killing babies to feed, but he tried to space it out between several different counties, and he came entirely too close to getting caught (not by a Slayer, but by local authorities) for his own liking. He currently works between several abortion clinics in this county.

Preferred PB: Julian Sands

Writing Samples:

There were three night nurses on duty, and none of them were paying any attention to him. Not that he cared. Beyond noting whether or not they were performing their shift duties, he wasn’t paying any attention to them, either. There was one – Carol – who reminded him of the maternal stereotype in television shows of the fifties and sixties. A devoted housewife who baked gingersnaps and brought her husband slippers. It was the hair, mostly. He’d built up a pleasant fantasy about her surrounding her hairstyle that might have withstood the test of time had he not discovered her chain-smoking on one of her lunch breaks. The trouble with people was that they rarely lived up to expectations. Carol was currently gossiping with a heavyset nurse about one of the other doctors. Not him. He rarely turned up in gossip. He couldn’t overhear the details of their conversation, but the way they covered their mouths to obscure their snickering suggested that it was scandalous, whatever it was.

Three o’clock. Fifteen minutes until lunchtime. He hadn’t brought a lunch, of course, but he did enjoy spending it in the break room. There was a soda machine not far from his office, and he’d developed a fondness for Dr. Pepper. Compared to the rest of the day, the graveyard shift was calm. Peaceful. He liked that. It beat the hell out of working emergency, that was certain.

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To Whom It May Concern,

I have been greatly disappointed by the change in your product. Whatever was altered in your formula was an essential aspect to the original taste and consistency of the filling, and I believe that you have made a grave mistake. The new Musketeers bar is nothing like the original. When the other two flavors were phased out, rendering Three Musketeers a misnomer, the American public suffered a great loss. This is especially true, as I have personal assurance that vanilla was the best filling to offset the chocolate coating. Now, you have replaced the one flavor that was allowed to remain with us, chocolate, with an inferior faux-chocolate mousse that is hardly what I would call palatable. I regret to inform you that I will not be purchasing any candy manufactured by your company again until I am assured that you will be going back to the original, tried and true recipes upon which your success has been founded.

Yours truly,


Dr. Sebastian A. Hess, General Practitioner