Sebastian Smythe → Twenty Two → TAKEN
Sebastian Smythe spent most of his young adulthood hopping from private school to private school, enjoying an extravagant independence that was funded by his father. After he graduated from his senior year at an international school in Paris, he went on to study pre-law at Yale, his father’s alma mater. He majored in Political Science and English. All in all, Sebastian was confident he lived the college experience to the fullest. He was a brother of Alpha Delta Phi and on varsity lacrosse – two social scenes where his asshole personality was celebrated rather than villainized. Rather than toning down his nature after high school, Sebastian flourished in the college environment, enjoying parties and popularity, late nights and plenty of hook ups. Through all four years of undergrad, he retained his disinterest in romantic relationships. At the back of his mind, he thought that it would be funny if someone came along and made him want to settle down, but no one came along but a long string of hook ups that only captured his interest for a few weeks at most.
After graduation, it was his plan to take a gap year before law school to spend some time in New York City. The only way he was able to get his dad on board with this (and furthermore, provide the money for it) was to go under the guise of having an internship at a firm. He applied, was accepted, and went – only to quit a few weeks later without his parents knowing. For awhile, he was able to live it up, but when the year mark came and went, and Sebastian proved himself obviously disinterested in grad school, his father cut him off. Now, he’s been forced to move in with Blaine Anderson and Sam Evans. He doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, but he does know he doesn’t want to spend any more time in school. Currently, he’s looking into getting (God forbid), a job, most likely as a bartender or something equally hip in order to pay rent, but he’s taking his sweet time. For now, that means living a little less extravagantly (but no less hedonistically) in NYC. It’s a hard knock life for a poor little rich boy.