SOPHIE WALLACE.

name: sebastian 'bash' knox faceclaim: josh heuston age: 28 pronouns: he/him (cis-man) sexuality: homosexual occupation: rockstar hometown: los angeles vibe: cigarette smoke clinging to leather jackets, expensive sunglasses hiding bloodshot eyes, a man who never learned the difference between being loved and being used aesthetic: whiskey bottles left on porch railings, tabloid scandals stuffed into drawers, southern thunderstorms rolling over open fields, scarred knuckles wrapped around guitar necks, motel signs glowing at 2am, fame rotting from the inside out alignment: chaotic good theme song: “saturn” by sleeping at last love language: fixing things without being asked, showing up when it matters, drunk 2am confessions he pretends never happened mbti: magnetic, impulsive, emotionally reckless, perpetually one bad decision away from changing his entire life

strengths:

effortlessly charming and able to make almost anyone feel

comfortable fiercely loyal to the people he considers family

optimistic even when life gives him every reason not to be

adventurous and always willing to dive headfirst into something new

generous to a fault, especially with his time and money emotionally

open and affectionate compared to most men

quick to forgive and rarely holds grudges brings energy and laughter wherever he goes

weaknesses:

drinks far more than he should

self-destructive when under emotional stress

struggles to trust people who want something from him

avoids vulnerability through humor, sex, and distractions

impulsive and prone to making reckless decisions

carries unresolved anger toward his father

constantly sabotages opportunities when things get too real

terrified of becoming the person who raised him

appearance:

dark curls usually falling into his eyes

tattooed arms and old scars he rarely explains

expensive jewelry mixed with worn-in boots and faded t-shirts

perpetually tired eyes hidden behind crooked smiles

smells faintly of cigarettes, cologne, and whiskey

somehow manages to look both polished and completely exhausted at the same time

habits:

spins rings around his fingers when anxious

disappears on long drives when life feels overwhelming

sleeps anywhere except his own bed

picks at old scars without realizing it

leaves half-finished drinks scattered around the house

calls almost everyone "love"

constantly checks his phone but rarely answers messages

backstory: abuse tw, cancer tw

bash knox was born in los angeles to a father who wanted control and a mother who never really got the chance to keep him. his mother was a young woman from a small town in georgia who found herself pregnant after a brief relationship with victor knox, one of the most successful music producers in the country. what happened after that depends on who's telling the story. bash knows lawyers got involved. he knows money changed hands. he knows his father insists she never wanted him and walked away willingly. he's never fully believed that. what he does know is that he grew up without her. from the outside, his childhood looked perfect. expensive schools, massive houses, famous people constantly moving through the front door. the reality was very different. victor knox ruled every room he entered, and bash learned early that life was easier when his father was happy. victor was demanding when bash succeeded and cruel when he didn't. the kind of man who could make you feel ten feet tall one day and worthless the next. bash spent most of his childhood trying to stay out of his father's line of fire, learning to read moods before words were spoken. over time, he became whatever version of himself people wanted most. people always talk about how naturally charismatic he is. what they don't realize is that it started as survival. making people laugh made them less angry. making people like him made them easier to predict. before long, charm became second nature. music was the one thing that genuinely belonged to him. unfortunately, it was also the thing that made him most valuable to his father. what started as something he loved quickly became a career. by the time he was old enough to drive, his future had already been mapped out for him. fame arrived fast. sold out shows, interviews, magazine covers. people loved him everywhere he went. bash became the kind of person who could walk into a room and leave with new friends. keeping them around was harder. the older he got, the more he realized that most relationships in his life came with strings attached. people wanted access to him, his money, or his name. somewhere along the way, he stopped believing people stayed forever and started leaving before they had the chance to leave him. for years, the one thing he couldn't stop wondering about was his mother. then one afternoon he got a phone call from a woman he didn't know. she introduced herself as one of his mother's coworkers at a diner in willow glen, georgia. at first, he thought it was some kind of prank. then she told him his mother was dying. the cancer had spread. she'd been in and out of hospitals for weeks, and according to her coworker, she spent most of that time talking about the son she hadn't seen since he was a baby. bash was on a plane the next day. he'd spent years imagining who his mother might be. what he found instead was a woman sitting in a hospital room who looked at him like she'd been waiting her whole life for him to walk through the door. there wasn't some magical moment where everything was fixed, but talking to her felt easy in a way very few things ever had. she wasn't interested in the celebrity everyone else seemed to know. she wanted to know whether he was happy. the doctors thought she only had a few months left. somehow, months became years. the cancer never disappeared, but treatment worked better than anyone expected. what was supposed to be a final goodbye slowly became a relationship. bash never really left after that. somewhere between hospital appointments, afternoons at the diner, and evenings spent on the porch listening to cicadas, willow glen stopped feeling like somewhere he was staying and started feeling like home. his mother became something he didn't realize he'd been searching for. all his life, bash had been terrified that he was more like his father than he'd ever admit. she reminded him there was another side of him too. after spending most of his life wondering what was wrong with him, she made him believe there might be something good in him after all.

PERSONALITY