Name: Sebastian Puck

Nickname: Seb

Age: 22

Year: 2nd Year

Discipline: Natural Magic

Specialty: Plant Manipulation

Physical Description: Weighing in at 153 pounds and standing at exactly 5 feet 11 ½ inches tall, Sebastian maintains an athletic build without being overly muscular. His dark brown hair is just long enough to look constantly messy from Seb running his hands through it, not that he really minds. His light brown eyes always seem attentive and expressive and tend to share how he’s feeling just as quickly as his words. Most days, a slight smile rests on his face, a smile that his uncle frequently referred to as rather dopey.

Seb typically dresses himself in darker, earthen tones. Not one to care much for fashion, he wears what’s comfortable to him. This usually entails a lightweight long sleeve shirt and jeans, occasionally changing it up with a t-shirt or hoodie when the mood strikes him. He does own some fancier clothing, though, should he want to dress to impress. Though, he still likely wouldn’t comb his hair.

Distinguishing Features: No matter if there is a guitar around or not, he always carries a guitar pick in his pocket. Though usually tucked under his shirt, Seb always has a necklace around his neck, a pendant that once belonged to his uncle and was left behind by him as a gift.



Personality: About most things and to most people, Seb is honest to a fault. Though he never means any harm, this sometimes gets him in trouble, and he occasionally regrets not holding his tongue when he should. Still, most days, he knows being fully honest with those around him is better than the alternative. He is also rather adventurous and has a tendency to rush headfirst into anything and everything. He wants to experience whatever life can throw at him, good or bad, because every experience is a lesson.

Seb tries to be generally upbeat, sometimes goofy, and he loves a good laugh with a good group of people, but his mood tends to change at the drop of a hat. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and every emotion he feels, he feels deeply. Just as he is overly honest with others, he is honest to those emotions and has no qualms with expressing them. He is very protective of those he is close to, and doesn’t back down from a challenge, particularly when people he cares about are involved.

Personal Goals: Seb wants to figure out what adventure can be aided by the manipulation of plants, how he can best utilize his particular specialty in a non-lame way. More importantly, he’d like to find his uncle, to ensure he’s okay wherever he is now.

Likes: Terrible movies, bourbon (and maybe a little too much), poetry, games of the video, board, or card variety, hockey, playing his guitar, the Beatles, and flowers (at least, they’re starting to grow on him)

Dislikes: Most books (he’d rather experience life than read about it), beer, social media, any sport that isn’t hockey, fashion, monkeys (though that’s more of a fear).

History: Sebastian Puck grew up in a rather quaint town in the quietest part of Maryland, where everyone knew everyone and gossip abounded. Born to Jackson and Rebecca Monroe, Seb’s childhood began in a well-worn trailer, living in what was later described by police as a drug den. Thankfully, he was gone from there by the age of five, whisked away to live with his uncle, Nathaniel Puck. Now, it can be said that Uncle Nate never had any plans to raise a child, especially under such circumstances, but, regardless, he did everything he could possibly do to ensure a happy childhood for Seb, and Seb knew it. Seb knew it, and will always be thankful for it.

His early childhood was rather uneventful. Through elementary school, he made his friends, he laughed, he played. He had his bullies, those kids that liked to make up stories about why he lived with his uncle, but it never seemed to phase him much. He liked his uncle, and he was happy. As he continued on into high school, he began to struggle a bit with his education. He was most certainly not a book-learner, and that was what the school was asking him to be. Still, he struggled through, with sheer determination and a considerable amount of help from his uncle.

Of course, this isn’t to say that Seb is unintelligent, not in the slightest. Learning in his own way, he can amass a respectable amount of knowledge and understanding. And, really, part of his issue in high school might have been a lack of focus. You see, Seb’s uncle owned a small bar just on the outskirts of town, frequented by passers-by and townsfolk alike, and, as he became a teenager, he began helping out around the bar. Perhaps not a job he’d typically be allowed to keep, but the local police, the same police that dealt with Seb’s parents, turned a blind eye. It was here Seb thrived, hearing the stories and laughter that filled the tiny bar every single night. It was here he learned to play the guitar from a local guitarist, not by the notes on a page but by the feel and sound of the strings as he plucked them. It was here he learned about what was going on in the world around him, and about all the different types of places and people that lived in it. It was here he learned that his uncle used to serenade, rather unsuccessfully, a number of local women with poetry he had written himself. It was here he learned what was important to him.

After high school, Sebastian considered college, briefly. But, what did he want out of his life? He hadn’t been sure. He wanted to travel, to see some of these places and people he had heard about over the years, but, really, he was happy where he was, and his uncle, whose health was starting to slowly deteriorate, needed help with the bar. So, as the next few years passed, he began to take on more responsibility at the bar to ease the pressure of his uncle. He still learned all he could from every person that came in, to learn about life as best he could. He started up a local band, played at the bar, and he enjoyed life. Still, there was more he wanted out of life, and his uncle could see it written on his face more and more every day. His uncle spoke of it often, that there was more to life than just that little bar, that he should be preparing for a great adventure. Sebastian always just shook his head, and told the kindly old man that he had all the adventure he needed right where he was.

On a day like any other, Sebastian walked the path from the home he and his uncle shared to the door of the bar, hurriedly unlocked the door, and passed the threshold to find before him a sea of vibrant green grass, and a sign in the distance, with the word Brakebills clearly etched into the stone. Confused by intrigued, he found his way inside, to what he was told was some sort of entrance exam. The exam was ridiculous, and he was sure he failed, yet he didn’t. He passed, and he was told that magic, magic was real. How could that be? And he was capable of it? It seemed surreal. As much as he wanted to know about it, learn about it, to find out if this is what his life was meant to be, he couldn’t help think about his uncle, about the bar that was his uncle’s pride and joy. By the time he was sent back, he had all but talked himself into staying. Except, when he found his way to the bar again, he saw a folded note taped to the door, the words To My Son scrawled on it.

His uncle’s words surprised Seb more than probably anything ever had. In whatever time it took him to finish his exam and return, the elderly man had sold off the bar, packed up, and moved, though the note never specified where. His uncle told him that adventure waited for him, and he wouldn’t stand in the way of that. And so, the decision was made for him. Seb’s first year at Brakebills was a challenge, to be sure. Though, perhaps, the biggest challenge he initially faced was his discipline placement. Things like pyromancers existed, telepaths, illusionists who could make you see things that weren’t even real. He, on the other hand, was stuck charting weather patterns and plant growth. Not exactly adventurous. Still, he did his best, made it through, and now can’t wait to find out what his second year has in store for him.

Random Fact About the Player: I’m allergic to cats and currently live with two of them.