Sebastian Harlock (oh shit it's the popo!)

Name: Sebastian Harlock
Age: 38.
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Marblemarsh
Build : Muscular
Height: 6’3”
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Complexion: Tan
Rank: Yeomen
Occupation: Captain of the Town Guard (hopefully!)
Marital Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Family: Artemis Harlock, father: Deceased (natural causes)
Marianne Harlock, mother: Deceased (natural causes)
Lillian Harlock, sister: Alive, residing happily enough in Foxdell doing something normal unlike her crazyass brother.
Friends: Very few, none worthy of note, and certainly none in Knoxville proper yet.

Character Website (not mandatory): Nope.

General Appearance: I'll just use my Furc desc:

Dull brown and frequently unkempt hair hangs down to his shoulders, square jaw clean shaven. Masculine and otherwise handsome features were marred by jagged vertical scar reaching down left cheek and neck, and the way his thin bloodless lips seemed set in a perpetual scowl. The lot of it frequently shadowed by wide brimmed hat. Accoutrements of war litter his person - brigandine vest and greaves cynched over mail hauberk, all swathed in flowing tabbard bearing Guard livery with crimson sash denoting his command. Arms are simple and consist of shortsword, rectangular shield across his back and iron cudgel, but no less lethal for it.

Personality: Sebastian typically comes across as dour, serious, and dedicated to his appointed task above all else - just the sort of thing you'd look for in a Guard officer but it doesn't necessarily make him the greatest conversationalist. Those under his command would likely describe him as a stern taskmaster, though fair and without biases or favoritism. Usually he is more forthcoming to those he has had time to build a rapport and a level of trust with.

Sample Post: Sebastian barked loudly enough at the unfortunate guardsman to be heard clearly on the thoroughfares below the battlements on which he stood. "Do you know what this is, soldier? This-" Leather-encased fingers held up the confiscated pipe, whose embers still smoldered a dull red. "-Is a signal to the enemy saying, 'I'm here, pick me off or avoid me', you brainless sod!" His free hand swung out and boxed the guard on the side of the helmet with open palm, the man veritably cowering more out of shock than actual pain. "There is no smoking on wall duty, especially not at night, and if I have to explain this simple bloody point then this rabble is in worse shape than I imagined!" Hard souled boots clacked noisily against the stonework as he strode off, chastised subordinate wiping spittle off his helmet and silently cursing his captain's name - while hastily snuffing out the smoldering tobacco with his thumb.

Your IRL Age: 26
How often do you think you could be online?: Frequently, I have way too much time on my hands lately.
Have you read the mandatory pages on the Wiki?: Yes
Anything to say to support your application? :3 : I've been around Furc a bit, RPing in various continuities for.. god about 10 years or so, I'm old ;-; But I've moderated dreams, held positions of IC and OOC responsibility before. I really like what you folks are doing here so I'm really hoping you give me a shot!

Please state that you have read our rules and are in agreement with them: I have!