Zebastian
| Name: | Zaint Zebastian |
| Demeanour: | Bon Vivant |
| Profession: | Brutal Bop Musician |
| Clan: | Malkavian |
| Sect: | Camarilla |
| Position: | Harpy / Karaoke Enthusiast |
Je touchais à la nuit pure,
Je ne savais plus mourir,
Car un fleuve sans coupure
Me semblait me parcourir...
Zebastian -- who? For the vast majority of Angeleno's who encounter them, they're just another one of the city's countless bright young things tangentially involved in the scene. What scene? Whatever. Zaint Zebastian is some sort of minor-key noise musician and producer, with a few albums that nobody but the most dedicated of music nerds are likely to've ever endured...
Not that it seems to bother the Norwegian. Dreamy eyed airhead that they are, found swanning around after-parties and nightlife hotspots? It'd be no huge leap of logic to assume they're probably more interested in xanax and navel-gazing at the club than ascending stardom -- but for every cutthroat starlet, there has to be like hundreds of talented wastrels in LA, surely.
Who could ever keep track?
For those attuned to a more exclusive kind of Nightlife in Los Angeles: Zebastian has been lurking around since the early-oughties War for Los Angeles - a then-shy wallflower under the wing of their Sire Daphne Guidry Breaux, a Free Stater battle axe and Anarch Consul who migrated away from the city around 2015, leaving Zebastian to fend for themself in Westside. Since then, they've cultivated a carefree unlife of after-parties, social speculation and making some of the most abrasive hyperpop and brutal bop music imaginable.
Oh.
Then something happened in 2021, and Zebastian found themself cradled in the generous arms of the Camarilla. What went down was--- ah it's totally stale news.
Now holding Domain in WeHo, Zebastian can be spotted at haunts like Juste un Clou. Don't feel like slumming in a sleazy dive? Well, Harpy Zaint Zebastian Øygard can be found chattering at Elysium or several of the city's notable Salons...
Beyond the reputation for being a vivacious socialite who mixes and mingles with everyone who's anyone within L.A's insatiable Masqueraded nightlife? It's no secret that Zebastian has a prophet's tongue; emerging more than once to share insight on something pertinent they've glimpsed beyond the doors of perception. Prophecy comes with a price though - the Norwegian kid's attention is as fractured as anything, and one never knows if they're gonna get the loquacious socialite or the babbling glossolalia-addled dissociate.
