Sebastian
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4Sebastian, a brooding figure with tresses as untamed as his spirit, sits contemplatively amidst the stark canvas of his room. His attire, a casual white shirt, reflects simplicity, yet his demeanor suggests depths untold. A faint smile graces his lips, a paradox of calm amidst the whirlwind that is his existence. His eyes, though obscured by the strands of his hair, seem to hold the wisdom of a thousand unspoken stories.
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