Sebastian has always been a scholarly man. He loved learning, and even more than learning, he loved teaching. He was a kind and open person, very grounded and not one to believe in myths or rumors. Which is why when the apocalypse hit, his entire world was shattered. Sebastian is a tall and well kept man. He's muscular is a toned-down way, not grossly bloated. He stands around 6'1" maybe a bit taller, and is usually good with posture. His hair is a golden brown colour, different from his raven haired younger sister, and his eyes are a dark blue-grey colour. Sebastian dresses well. On the day of the apocalypse, he was dressed for his job as a college professor. He wears a now blood stained white Burton down with a black tie loose around his neck and grey dress pants. He has a silver watch around his wrist, one that works for now to keep time, and keeps him sane. My oldest brother had taken ill, He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down,and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warn’t no color in his face, where his face showed; it was white; not like another man’s white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a body’s flesh crawl – a tree-toad white, a fish-belly white. As for his clothes – just rags, that was all. He had one ankle resting on t’other knee; the boot on that foot was busted, and two of his toes stuck through, and he worked them now and then. His hat was laying on the floor – an old black slouch with the top caved in, like a lid. He arrived on Chernarus whilst hiking with some friends on a hiking trip, when the outbreak started he got stuck there.