Name ::
Sebastian Arthur Moran "Venerable, revered", Latin origin Nickname :: Tiger, Second most dangerous man in London, Colonel, Basher, Bastian, Sniper Gender :: Male Species :: [Domestic Dog] German Shepherd mix Status :: Complicated relationship with his employer, James Moriarty Orientation :: Bisexual Site Link :: Link |
Personality ::
Cold, merciless, patient, compassionate, loyal, sarcastic, intelligent, charming, deadly.
Sebastian is everything you would expect a killer for hire to be; cold, capable of being incredibly patient, stoic, merciless... Watching him ‘work’, you might be tempted to think that he is actually devoid of emotion, but this isn’t true. Not by a long shot. He is so much more than who his job needs him to be. Although capable of tuning everything out and being cold as ice, he is actually a very compassionate being. It's a hard thing to make him grow fond of you as he has tried to stop himself from getting attached to others, but if you manage it, he will love you with all of his being, regardless of whether he shows it externally or not. Loyal to a fault, he would not even hesitate to give his own life for another if he has sworn them his service. No matter how foolish an idea that might be. He enjoys the little things... Drinking, drugs, smoking, sex, money... But he is a man of his word, so regardless of how much he may like these things, he will drop everything if called by one he has sworn himself to. Even if angry, he wouldn't break a contract, which can be a great weakness of his and is likely to be the thing to get him killed. If Moriarty wanted him dead, he would sit back and wait for the bullet so long as their contract wasn't terminated prior. He would stare into the barrel of the gun and accept his fate before breaking his word.
Sebastian loves to tease, especially when he knows it's inappropriate (like with Jim), although he would never jeopardise his boss' reputation by doing so in the company of others. He can be incredibly sarcastic when he wants to be, particularly if he’s annoyed, and he’s not subtle about it. But he knows when to talk and when to keep quiet, and even when he doesn't know, he's a very quick study. If Jim wanted him to take over the operations, he wouldn't need much instruction, he would be intelligent and cunning enough to continue Jim's plans, though whether Jim would trust him to do so would be another matter since it is difficult to understand the sniper’s true loyalties. He has proven time and time again that he is capable of protecting Jim and keeping him alive, even at great cost to himself without hesitation, but he hasn't been given the opportunity to do much else as it's not in his job description, and he's not one to question the way things work. He’ll be open about his irritation at being held back as a mere guard dog, but he would never really challenge.
It is all of this that makes him dangerous, not just the negative qualities but the positive ones. He's an excellent chameleon, a silver-tongued charmer when he wants to be, and a hunter that always gets his prey. If you are on the receiving end of his anger, be wary, as he isn't called Moriarty's Tiger for no reason, he is silent when he stalks his prey, blending into his surroundings then pouncing and going in for the kill only once he has toyed with you a little first. And if you think you've gotten to his weaknesses, you're wrong, and chances are you're already playing into his plan. Even using Jim, the one he is closest to in the world, would not save your life, it would only anger him further. True he loves Jim in his own way, but he can shut off his emotional responses in the blink of an eye. And then the tiger would bear his fangs and go in for the kill.
Cold, merciless, patient, compassionate, loyal, sarcastic, intelligent, charming, deadly.
Sebastian is everything you would expect a killer for hire to be; cold, capable of being incredibly patient, stoic, merciless... Watching him ‘work’, you might be tempted to think that he is actually devoid of emotion, but this isn’t true. Not by a long shot. He is so much more than who his job needs him to be. Although capable of tuning everything out and being cold as ice, he is actually a very compassionate being. It's a hard thing to make him grow fond of you as he has tried to stop himself from getting attached to others, but if you manage it, he will love you with all of his being, regardless of whether he shows it externally or not. Loyal to a fault, he would not even hesitate to give his own life for another if he has sworn them his service. No matter how foolish an idea that might be. He enjoys the little things... Drinking, drugs, smoking, sex, money... But he is a man of his word, so regardless of how much he may like these things, he will drop everything if called by one he has sworn himself to. Even if angry, he wouldn't break a contract, which can be a great weakness of his and is likely to be the thing to get him killed. If Moriarty wanted him dead, he would sit back and wait for the bullet so long as their contract wasn't terminated prior. He would stare into the barrel of the gun and accept his fate before breaking his word.
Sebastian loves to tease, especially when he knows it's inappropriate (like with Jim), although he would never jeopardise his boss' reputation by doing so in the company of others. He can be incredibly sarcastic when he wants to be, particularly if he’s annoyed, and he’s not subtle about it. But he knows when to talk and when to keep quiet, and even when he doesn't know, he's a very quick study. If Jim wanted him to take over the operations, he wouldn't need much instruction, he would be intelligent and cunning enough to continue Jim's plans, though whether Jim would trust him to do so would be another matter since it is difficult to understand the sniper’s true loyalties. He has proven time and time again that he is capable of protecting Jim and keeping him alive, even at great cost to himself without hesitation, but he hasn't been given the opportunity to do much else as it's not in his job description, and he's not one to question the way things work. He’ll be open about his irritation at being held back as a mere guard dog, but he would never really challenge.
It is all of this that makes him dangerous, not just the negative qualities but the positive ones. He's an excellent chameleon, a silver-tongued charmer when he wants to be, and a hunter that always gets his prey. If you are on the receiving end of his anger, be wary, as he isn't called Moriarty's Tiger for no reason, he is silent when he stalks his prey, blending into his surroundings then pouncing and going in for the kill only once he has toyed with you a little first. And if you think you've gotten to his weaknesses, you're wrong, and chances are you're already playing into his plan. Even using Jim, the one he is closest to in the world, would not save your life, it would only anger him further. True he loves Jim in his own way, but he can shut off his emotional responses in the blink of an eye. And then the tiger would bear his fangs and go in for the kill.
History ::
Born the son of Sir Augustus Moran, a well respected man whose only loves were fighting and drinking, Sebastian started off life in a well respected but dysfunctional family with a military background. Although his father was not a typically unkind man, when he had been drinking (which was often after his wife, Sebastian's mother's, death) he became a very different person. Young Sebastian often referred to him as a monster, however as an adult he recognised that he was just an angry drunk who no longer cared. Sebastian would bear the brunt of his father's anger and heartbreak, and was often the subject of both verbal and physical abuse. Having been taught not to show weakness from a very young age, he hid the bruises and denied the emotional scars, this made him very shut off from the rest of the world. Others often tried to help him, but he would refuse to let them intervene due to personal pride and stubbornness over wanting to sort out his own messes. He grew up a very quiet pup, yet one filled with rage. As he had never been taught any differently, he relieved this build up of pressure through violence, taking any punishment he received as if he deserved so much worse. He was sent away to Eton College, a boy's boarding school, as soon as he was able, and quickly taught himself a new way of life there. His aggression wasn't tolerated, so he became more clever, working his way into the right groups, and picking on anyone that would cross them. He very quickly gained a name for himself amongst the other boys, no one wanted to mess with him, just the way he liked it. But after a while it became too much for him. When there was no one else to confront, he took up several more aggressive sports, and was especially gifted at boxing and other forms of hand to hand combat.
When he turned 18, just as his father had always wanted, he joined the army. Though he still felt that he didn't fit in with the other guys, the atmosphere comforted him, and the anticipation for the fight to come ran through his veins. He excelled there, just as everyone expected. He soon rose through the ranks, proving himself to be an excellent marksman and military leader, however this was short lived. After a while, he couldn't take it any more, and there was an incident involving civilian casualties and the suspicious death of a soldier in his group, after which he was politely asked to leave the military, or have his name dragged through the mud and face a prison sentence. He took the offered deal, because although he still longed for the fight, he wasn't an idiot, and so went home. After experiencing war though, he missed the thrill. He drank, a lot, and tried to rein in his urges, but he was a killer, and although cheating at cards and getting into bar fights was fun, it wasn't the same as holding a man's life in his hands. He felt purposeless.
Luckily enough, before he could drink himself to death, he was "approached" by the infamous Moriarty who was in need of his services. He was contacted by phone using a voice changer, or by note, or other indirect forms of contact, and he carried out various jobs for him. Assassinations, mostly. They started off small and fairly unimportant, but grew and grew as he proved himself. The relief he felt to have his gun in his hands again... It took a while to work his way up the ranks, but eventually Moriarty revealed himself to him, offering him a much better position. So, he has been his right hand man for some time now, and however unprofessional he knows it is, he really cares for him. There is no doubt that he would lay down his life for him, now even perhaps without the pay cheque to back it up. Still, this is not a sign of weakness, he is not labelled the second most dangerous man in London for no reason.
When Moriarty killed himself, Sebastian had been left with instructions on what he needed to do, so he took up the position as head of Moriarty's network and continued his businesses. He's convinced it's only temporary, but he's still doing it all to the best of his abilities, while still giving himself jobs like he had in the old days.
Born the son of Sir Augustus Moran, a well respected man whose only loves were fighting and drinking, Sebastian started off life in a well respected but dysfunctional family with a military background. Although his father was not a typically unkind man, when he had been drinking (which was often after his wife, Sebastian's mother's, death) he became a very different person. Young Sebastian often referred to him as a monster, however as an adult he recognised that he was just an angry drunk who no longer cared. Sebastian would bear the brunt of his father's anger and heartbreak, and was often the subject of both verbal and physical abuse. Having been taught not to show weakness from a very young age, he hid the bruises and denied the emotional scars, this made him very shut off from the rest of the world. Others often tried to help him, but he would refuse to let them intervene due to personal pride and stubbornness over wanting to sort out his own messes. He grew up a very quiet pup, yet one filled with rage. As he had never been taught any differently, he relieved this build up of pressure through violence, taking any punishment he received as if he deserved so much worse. He was sent away to Eton College, a boy's boarding school, as soon as he was able, and quickly taught himself a new way of life there. His aggression wasn't tolerated, so he became more clever, working his way into the right groups, and picking on anyone that would cross them. He very quickly gained a name for himself amongst the other boys, no one wanted to mess with him, just the way he liked it. But after a while it became too much for him. When there was no one else to confront, he took up several more aggressive sports, and was especially gifted at boxing and other forms of hand to hand combat.
When he turned 18, just as his father had always wanted, he joined the army. Though he still felt that he didn't fit in with the other guys, the atmosphere comforted him, and the anticipation for the fight to come ran through his veins. He excelled there, just as everyone expected. He soon rose through the ranks, proving himself to be an excellent marksman and military leader, however this was short lived. After a while, he couldn't take it any more, and there was an incident involving civilian casualties and the suspicious death of a soldier in his group, after which he was politely asked to leave the military, or have his name dragged through the mud and face a prison sentence. He took the offered deal, because although he still longed for the fight, he wasn't an idiot, and so went home. After experiencing war though, he missed the thrill. He drank, a lot, and tried to rein in his urges, but he was a killer, and although cheating at cards and getting into bar fights was fun, it wasn't the same as holding a man's life in his hands. He felt purposeless.
Luckily enough, before he could drink himself to death, he was "approached" by the infamous Moriarty who was in need of his services. He was contacted by phone using a voice changer, or by note, or other indirect forms of contact, and he carried out various jobs for him. Assassinations, mostly. They started off small and fairly unimportant, but grew and grew as he proved himself. The relief he felt to have his gun in his hands again... It took a while to work his way up the ranks, but eventually Moriarty revealed himself to him, offering him a much better position. So, he has been his right hand man for some time now, and however unprofessional he knows it is, he really cares for him. There is no doubt that he would lay down his life for him, now even perhaps without the pay cheque to back it up. Still, this is not a sign of weakness, he is not labelled the second most dangerous man in London for no reason.
When Moriarty killed himself, Sebastian had been left with instructions on what he needed to do, so he took up the position as head of Moriarty's network and continued his businesses. He's convinced it's only temporary, but he's still doing it all to the best of his abilities, while still giving himself jobs like he had in the old days.
Relationships ::
Sebastian finds it difficult to maintain a relationship for any length of time with those outside of his particular circles, though he has tried. His relationships mostly ended up as one night stands, or short flings, with the exception of one. His relationship with Moriarty was a complicated one. They appeared to be close in the majority of circumstances, however the context really mattered with them. In private, the pair were lovers - on a physical and emotional level, or at least as emotional as the pair could be. But in public it varied. Sometimes it was strictly professional from Jim, and although Sebastian always held onto his attachment, there was also a sense of duty behind it. With the way Jim threatened him when he stepped out of line, some found it hard to believe that there were rumours that they were close at all.
Whether it is linked to duty or personal feeling though, there is no doubt in anyone's minds that he wouldn't be willing to lay down his own life for his boss'. After all, that was his job, and he wasn't one to cut those kinds of corners. His personal attachment had the potential to be exploited, they both recognised this, but at the same time both of them were aware that he would do what must be done to finish the job. However much it would hurt him afterwards. This is the reason why he remained in position with his sniper rifle while Moriarty killed himself, despite working out the other's plan with enough time to do something. He knew he couldn't afford to be distracted in case he needed to take the shot, but that didn't mean he wasn't breaking on the inside behind his calm exterior. When all was done, and he was relieved of his duties for that particular job at last, he was more broken than he had ever been before... But he still hopes that it was just an illusion, and waits for his boss' return.
Sebastian finds it difficult to maintain a relationship for any length of time with those outside of his particular circles, though he has tried. His relationships mostly ended up as one night stands, or short flings, with the exception of one. His relationship with Moriarty was a complicated one. They appeared to be close in the majority of circumstances, however the context really mattered with them. In private, the pair were lovers - on a physical and emotional level, or at least as emotional as the pair could be. But in public it varied. Sometimes it was strictly professional from Jim, and although Sebastian always held onto his attachment, there was also a sense of duty behind it. With the way Jim threatened him when he stepped out of line, some found it hard to believe that there were rumours that they were close at all.
Whether it is linked to duty or personal feeling though, there is no doubt in anyone's minds that he wouldn't be willing to lay down his own life for his boss'. After all, that was his job, and he wasn't one to cut those kinds of corners. His personal attachment had the potential to be exploited, they both recognised this, but at the same time both of them were aware that he would do what must be done to finish the job. However much it would hurt him afterwards. This is the reason why he remained in position with his sniper rifle while Moriarty killed himself, despite working out the other's plan with enough time to do something. He knew he couldn't afford to be distracted in case he needed to take the shot, but that didn't mean he wasn't breaking on the inside behind his calm exterior. When all was done, and he was relieved of his duties for that particular job at last, he was more broken than he had ever been before... But he still hopes that it was just an illusion, and waits for his boss' return.
Reference Sheet
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Physical Information ::
Sebastian is a fairly muscular dog, however he would be described as being lean as he is still quite thin (particularly as an anthro). On four paws, he is a rather large German Shepherd, and as an anthro he stands at 6'1. He has scars all over his body from various events during his life. His tail is slightly longer than average. He has faint tiger stripes along his flank. Aside from these features, he is fairly unremarkable, which allows him to blend in with others easier. He always wears his dog-tags. They are round as he is British. Other common accessories include his sniper rifle, or various other weaponry including knives and handguns. As an anthro, he prefers to dress in darker colours, but he is flexible in his dressing, so it doesn't really matter to him. |
Sound Track / Theme Songs ::
1. Behind Blue Eyes - Limp Bizkit 2. Animals - Maroon 5 3. Bleeding out - Imagine Dragons 4. The Devil Within - Digital Daggers 5. Ghost - Halsey 6. Never Gonna Change - Broods |
Tracking ::
Designed by - Sadbloom (DA) I received them as a - Custom design from Sadbloom Price - ?? Mate Status - Not looking Sale status is - Not for sale |
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Short scenario
// Behind Blue Eyes //
Warnings - None
Sometimes it’s easier to try and blame everyone else for the mistakes that you make, but as I stare into my own eyes in the mirror, I know I’m the one that’s really to blame. I can try and put it on someone else. My father, the army, war, even my boss, but I know better than to think I can just pass the blame. It always comes right back in the blue eyes that stare back at me from the reflective surface.
In my dreams, I see everyone I’ve ever put down, their empty faces staring back at me with nothing but pity behind their lifeless eyes. Pity for me, for what I’ve become… For who I am. No one knows what it’s like, pretending that I don’t care that I’m hated by everyone around me. Pretending that everything is okay as I set myself up on rooftop after rooftop, taking down target after target. Everyone looks so small when you see them through a scope, before you put a bullet in them. Everyone seems to insignificant through the scope... So vulnerable, no matter how much power they thought they had. Some feel invincible, but I soon put an end to that. It's second nature to me now. They never stand a chance.
The boss admires my distance. My ability to get the job done, no matter how I really feel about it all. Or perhaps despite it. None of my pain can show through my mask, assuming I even feel pain any more. Not in the physical sense, but how can I be sure that my emotional turmoil isn’t just manufactured because I feel like I should still have a lick of empathy. My conscience is empty when it really counts… When my finger is on the trigger, and I’m holding another’s life in the palm of my hands. That’s all that really matters. That’s all that matters to him. I’m a tool. A weapon. Expendable. Boring. And yet, he keeps me.
Sometimes I worry that he does know what it’s like. To really feel like a killer, but to come back from that into the misery that is attempting to face the consequences of what you’ve just done. To feel like you’re hiding behind a mask made of ice that could melt at any moment to expose the vulnerability beneath. And to just stare back at those cold blue eyes, and know that those are the eyes of a killer. Your own eyes.
I take a deep breath and I’m gone. An empty shell – the tiger. Squeezing the trigger means nothing to me, but it means the world to him.
Warnings - None
Sometimes it’s easier to try and blame everyone else for the mistakes that you make, but as I stare into my own eyes in the mirror, I know I’m the one that’s really to blame. I can try and put it on someone else. My father, the army, war, even my boss, but I know better than to think I can just pass the blame. It always comes right back in the blue eyes that stare back at me from the reflective surface.
In my dreams, I see everyone I’ve ever put down, their empty faces staring back at me with nothing but pity behind their lifeless eyes. Pity for me, for what I’ve become… For who I am. No one knows what it’s like, pretending that I don’t care that I’m hated by everyone around me. Pretending that everything is okay as I set myself up on rooftop after rooftop, taking down target after target. Everyone looks so small when you see them through a scope, before you put a bullet in them. Everyone seems to insignificant through the scope... So vulnerable, no matter how much power they thought they had. Some feel invincible, but I soon put an end to that. It's second nature to me now. They never stand a chance.
The boss admires my distance. My ability to get the job done, no matter how I really feel about it all. Or perhaps despite it. None of my pain can show through my mask, assuming I even feel pain any more. Not in the physical sense, but how can I be sure that my emotional turmoil isn’t just manufactured because I feel like I should still have a lick of empathy. My conscience is empty when it really counts… When my finger is on the trigger, and I’m holding another’s life in the palm of my hands. That’s all that really matters. That’s all that matters to him. I’m a tool. A weapon. Expendable. Boring. And yet, he keeps me.
Sometimes I worry that he does know what it’s like. To really feel like a killer, but to come back from that into the misery that is attempting to face the consequences of what you’ve just done. To feel like you’re hiding behind a mask made of ice that could melt at any moment to expose the vulnerability beneath. And to just stare back at those cold blue eyes, and know that those are the eyes of a killer. Your own eyes.
I take a deep breath and I’m gone. An empty shell – the tiger. Squeezing the trigger means nothing to me, but it means the world to him.