Sebtimus Orian

Name: Sebtimus Orian (Call him Seb)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Sebtimus stands at about 5 foot 9. He has black hair and black eyes. Sebtimus is tan, and his nationality is that of a long extinct culture.

Personality: Seb is antisocial and very hot headed, but in battle this does not show. Sometimes, he can be cold hearted, but thats only because of the fact that he kills people and things on a daily basis. When Seb is cold hearted, he doesnt even realize it. When he is in the wrong, Seb publicly apologizes and tries to make it right. No one is human without a sense of fun, but Seb distinguishes personal life and his job. When caught off duty, Seb will gladly accompany anyone, he hates being alone with a fiery passion.

History: Seb's grandparents were both born on Earth. They were all part of a culture that not even Seb will say, because that culture... and all history of it... is very valuable. He refuses to trust anyone that asks him the name, especially after he says "Dont worry about it". Seb escaped Goliath (where his parents lived) one year before its destruction, he stowed away on a ship leading to the outer colonies. On this ship, he was found and thrown into the brig. Seb got news of Goliath's destruction and wouldn't eat for a month. After that month, the crew thought he was sick and released him, bringing him to the medical bay. This is where Seb first learned that the covenant destroyed Goliath. He was overcome with anger. He told the doctor that he wanted an audience with the captain. Seb was granted this wish and begged to be a part of the security staff, until they landed on the planet, New Aldian. On this planet, he enrolled to become a UNSC Marine.

After many grueling tests, Seb was granted his wish. He now fights on the front lines, taking out aliens with extreme prejudice. His most note worthy kill was that of an arbiter, an arbiter is an elite that has done something that was judged heretic, Seb killed this arbiter in hand to hand combat, snapping its neck in 13 places. After this, he found himself without any ammo and weapons, yet still 10 clicks away from the nearest rally point. Seb quickly took the arbiters weapons and has now grown accustomed to them. He would rather take a covenant carbine then an assault rifle any day.

Extras: Seb fears that one day, he will be the last person alive. He hates... i mean HATES flying and the covenant. Seb enjoys having his feet on the ground, and walking. He would rather trust his own two feet then some mechanical bucket of nuts and bolts.

Hit List: Elites, Covenant, Bounty hunters.

Friendlies: Anyone who has the guts to approach him.

Abilities:
Strength- Moderate
Stamina- Advanced
Intelligence- Advanced
Agility- Poor

RP: Seb was separated from his unit, he tried the coms and the vox system but to no luck. He searched the surrounding area, checking his ammo. Seb was searching for any weapon he could find, he wouldnt survive another small fire fight. Seb saw on the ground a plasma rifle and picked it up, cursing under his breath the creators of such a deviously evil weapon. "This is Echo 10-16, Command, do you copy?" He said again in the coms. Static. "I guess im all alone out here." Seb looked around, the shadows were moving. He grinned "Must be my lucky day, already the squid heads want a go." He shot at the shadow, hitting a elites shields. Seb quickly ran at the elite and slit its throat, at that moment, he was under intense needler fire. "I dont have time for this shit!" Seb looked at his assault rifle and activated the mass generator, quickly emptying an entire mag into two more elites. Seb looked overhead "Shit..." He darted, it was a phantom drop ship, and the main gun was pointed right at his head.

Good Job Seby! Approved!