Sebastian Rossi
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 582
- Wand
- Straight 14" Rigid Aspen Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 1/2008
After spending the better part of the past three years circling the globe, Sebastian Rossi had returned home to France a much different man. He was in a much better place mentally, having used the time to be truly on his own for the first time ever. He had dated rarely, not having time for attachment to women when he was apparating to a different city almost every week. He hadn't spoken much to anyone, choosing instead to depend on his own skills and ideas to get things done. He even looked different, the softness of childhood having given way to the hard lines that made him look incredibly masculine. His hair was short as ever, his preference, and he had even managed to add quite a few tattoos along his arms and back, each telling a story of his travels. It was musically though where Sebastian had changed the most. The man who had been sure of his playing skills but not of his musicality was now incredibly confident in himself as a musician, but he was also almost as sure that he would never grace the stage again. Bas was afraid of losing himself again, and with all of the time he had taken to find this self, he was in rush to do such a thing. He had long ago split ways with Ares Moon, the band he had formed with his old friends. He hadn't even kept up with them, so he had no idea if they were still performing or not, whether they had become true rockstars and relegated him to a Where are they now article. It was difficult to do such things when you weren't anywhere for very long.
Even though it hadn't been long since his return to France (he was still in his old bedroom in his Nonna's while he looked for a flat of his own), Bas knew that he didn't want to spend his birthday there. It was his 25th after all. One of the big ones. After a hearty dinner with his grandmother and her friends, Sebastian had kissed her goodnight and quickly run upstairs to get dressed. When he was done, he had left the house and quickly apparated away. To New Zealand. Why he had chosen there, he wasn't even sure. He figured that it was as good a place as any. Finding himself near a strip of shops, restaurants and bars he had not ever frequented, Bas smiled to himself and made his way into a bar that looked like it was already busy.
Even though it hadn't been long since his return to France (he was still in his old bedroom in his Nonna's while he looked for a flat of his own), Bas knew that he didn't want to spend his birthday there. It was his 25th after all. One of the big ones. After a hearty dinner with his grandmother and her friends, Sebastian had kissed her goodnight and quickly run upstairs to get dressed. When he was done, he had left the house and quickly apparated away. To New Zealand. Why he had chosen there, he wasn't even sure. He figured that it was as good a place as any. Finding himself near a strip of shops, restaurants and bars he had not ever frequented, Bas smiled to himself and made his way into a bar that looked like it was already busy.