Affiliation: Neutral, formerly with the Company. Currently attempting to gain alliance with the Box.
Family: Rainey Sullivan, half-brother, 27; Sylar, cousin, 51; Joshua Gray, cousin, 21; Maddie Gray, cousin, 21; Elora Sullivan, 'stepmother', 51.
Eyes: blue-grey. He wears glasses about half the time, but it's not to correct his vision. On the contrary, his vision is nearly perfect; the glasses are partially a disguise and partially to keep his eyes protected when he's not working with his rifles.
Hair: Somewhere between light brown and dark blonde. Seth keeps it fairly short, and typically very spiky.
Skin: Seth is tan, and sports three tattoos. On his right bicep, he has a tribal spiral. On his back, he has a silver-and-black dragon with its wings spanning the breadth of his shoulder blades, its face turned slightly to rest below his left ear, and
There are 86, 400 seconds immersed within the span of a single day. Within that day, lie countless recollections of simple logistics. Humanity is flawed in a variety of methods, but I fear so little these days that it's difficult to compete. I recall an era quite premature to the current one, strewn with rebellion and previous glances of hope. The world was entirely blank, void of all true destruction. Beings believed that it had been a appalling point, the worst in eons. Belief reigned the beginning of the end based on a fool apocalypse. Abruptly, 86, 400 seconds appeared slim.
I've been sworn to secrecy, and yet my knowledge allows a limited set of boundaries. I'm not particularly aware of the events pre-apocalypse, and nor am I scholarly concerning the immediate "recovery". And yet, I can assure you I'm quite knowledgeable in present. If there was ever a moment in history that the universe would find appropriate to cease within, today would be that day.
It'll be any