sebasinspace

[sebasinspace]

{xolo maridueña} ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟwho? oh—that’s {sebastian fernandez}, I’ve seen them working as a/n {bartender} at {aksel’s tavern}. they’re {twenty-three} years old and use {he/him}. I hear they’re kinda {charismatic} and {reckless}, but who knows… ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

stats

name: sebastian "sebas" fernandez

age: twenty three

gender and sexuality: cis male, pansexual

species: human

home planet: citizen of nowhere, born screaming on a space shuttle near the alpha centauri star system

occupation: bartender at aksel's tavern

bio

sebas wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. look, he obviously didn't mean to crash into that asteroid (and yeah, maybe he shouldn't have been taking his spacecraft for a spin after downing a fifth of whiskey) but what's done is done. they say he was lucky he escaped with his life, which is weird way to describe being towed to the nearest station (some tourist monstrosity called area 52) and stuck in a healing tube.

now he's got med bills, and the ile's on his ass threatening to revoke his pilot's license unless he pays a fine. not even to mention the price the mechanics gave him for repairs on his baby, his poor crushed baby roxy; numbers he has never in his life seen in his bank account. no, luck had nothing to do with it, thank you very much. if it had been luck, he would've been crushed alongside his spacecraft.

instead, sebas is stuck floating on this stupid satellite, working a dead-end job making minimum wage bartending at aksel's, unable to fly. slowly but surely, he's gaining back the price of his freedom—slowly, slowly, because he can't help himself from spending half his paycheck getting wasted the second he clocks out. what else is supposed to do if he can't fly?

wanted connections

mechanics just don't understand: the lucky mechanic tasked with fixing up sebas's spacecraft. the thing is, sebas basically totaled it when he crashed, so this person is constantly trying to convince him to junk it for parts and buy a new one instead. they cannot fathom why he is dead-set on keeping such a useless piece of junk.

it's five o'clock somewhere: these are sebas's current drinking buddies, cultivated specifically because of their enabling tendencies. he should really be attempting sobriety right now with the state of things, but that's none of my business...

that should be me: all sebas really wants is to be able to fly again. he misses the freedom of open space, the delicate bond with his spacecraft, even the annoying ile speed laws he never followed. any time he sees this specific pilot, it reminds him of what he can't do. as a result, being around them leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

a reason to stay: as he will tell anyone that will listen, sebas wants out, asap. he never wanted to be stuck at area 52 in the first place, and the second he gets a chance, he's leaving. but as he grows closer to this person, the prospect of leaving is becoming less and less easy. this is someone sebas has a big soft spot for.

favorite customer: bartending at aksel's, sebas has a lot of regulars. this is someone that he just loves to see walking through those doors. maybe they're a good tipper, maybe they're hilarious; maybe they're just good-looking! whatever it is, the feeling seems mutual, because they keep coming back.

friends, flings, enemies, found family ??, etc !!