#cap alvarez

B A S I C S:

Full name: Sebastián Luciana Alvarez

Nicknames: Cap, Alvarez, Seb, Sebby, Bitch, El Diablo, She-Devil

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Unknown

Age: 19

O T H E R:

Family: Both her parents are deceased and she is an only child.

Birthplace: Mexico

Ethnicity: Her father was Latino and her mother was African American/Native American

Religion: She doesn’t believe in a God but she does carry her mothers rosary in her pocket at all times.

Job(s): Captain of Security

Phobias: Men (but she’ll say she fears nothing)

Guilty pleasures: Cuddling and getting her hair pet when shes sleeping. (she’ll say she hates those)

Hobbies: Is stabbing a hobby? She also likes to pick flowers, craft/tinker, pushing peoples buttons and sending pink flares into the air to call highway men therefore attacking them for fun.

M O R A L S:

Morality alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sins: Wrath

Virtues: Charity and diligence

T H I S  - OR - T H A T

introvert / extrovert / in between organised/ disorganized / in between close-minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / restless / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / flexible empathetic / unempathetic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / realistic traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

OTP: Undecided. ACCEPTABLE SHIPS: Anyone I guess BROTP: Timber/Seb. Best Bros for life, Man’s best friend. NOTP: Seb/Joe

S T O R Y

My head buzzed like a sea of cicadas. My hands shook as I reached for the red handled screwdriver. Sweat dripped down my face and clammed up my hands. 'Don't lose your grip.' I chanted over and over in my head.

Carlos Del Toro, the disgusting pig who abused me, lay asleep in his chair as always. This was my only chance. I wouldn't have the energy next time. I cautiously put a shaking thin leg over his lap and sat. He stirred awake and I jam the screwdriver into his skull. The screwdriver slid through his eye socket like butter. All I could do was smile as he screamed my name and thrashed. The blood dripped down his face intertwining with his tears.

"Say ‘hola’ to el diablo for me, Carlos!" I laughed in his face twisting the screwdriver into his skull. Mixing the contents in his head like a milkshake.