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Age:
18 [Year 492 Winter]Gender:
MalePronouns:
He/Him/HisOrientation:
HeterosexualBreed:
Friesian XHeight:
19.1 hhHealth:
10Attack:
10Experience:
10
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04-10-2021, 08:24 PMJoined:
12-24-2019
—Striped Buckskin, Elongated Tail, Trihorn, Thick Build—
A force to be reckoned with at best, Samhain is a mountain of a stallion and does not try to hide it. His hooves make the ground shake beneath him, his body is thick with hardened muscle after years of training and toning. He does not move with the grace of a snake, but with the power of a lion; hard and fast and without mistake. He towers over many, his legs long, yet stocky. He has a broad arching neck that leads to pointed ears and a convex profile. His back is short and strong, his chest deep, and hindquarters powerful.
Many are drawn to the stallion's pelt; soft buttermilk buckskin with a slight red hue if the sun hits him just right. Stripes run down his pelt like wet paint, swirling around the three horns that emerge from his face and stop at dark points from his knees down. His mane and tail are dark in color, fairly long with a hint of a wave to their messy locks. He keeps his forelock trimmed to keep it out of the way of his pupilless golden gaze.
And speaking of such gold, the same color splashes the tip of his horns and his cloven hooves. His legs are scruffy with protective hair, his chin sporting the same. However, the rest of his coat is neatly trimmed and well kept, keeping the stallion from overheating in warm climates. One knows when Sam finds himself in a funk, as his coat will grow scraggly and his hair knotted.
—How did you get here and when did it start—
Samhain is not a bad guy; he simply has done bad things. He is a fierce fighter, bloodthirsty to the core, fueled by aggression and adrenaline. He is not quiet; his steps heavy as he enters a room, his massive form demanding attention. He is confident and proud, but not cocky. He knows his place and knows not to trifle where he may lose. He is not young, both in body and mind. He is wise beyond his years, while not necessarily very "smart," he is crafty. While he may not be able to hold his own in a court room, he knows every open alleyway and how to get from one place to another in a blink of an eye.
But he is a loyal one; trustworthy as a dog. Once he puts his allegiance somewhere, it will take a lot to break. He has been known to make questionable decisions due to his commanders, taking their word as gospel and carrying out orders just for the pat on the head. He is dependable and steadfast; once you put a job at his hooves, there is no question as to if it will get done.
Samhain is not one who will turn the other cheek, whether the wrong was done upon him or someone close to him. He holds grudges and he holds onto them tight; a chip on his shoulder that only grows as time pass. While he may not be able to get back quickly, if someone has wronged him, they had better keep a close eye over their shoulder. They never know when he is going to strike.
While he has gotten older, Sam is certainly not slowing down. He is a hardy fellow and it takes a lot to knock him down. He is very versatile and adaptable, dedicated to keeping both his mind and body strong. He is a cold-hearted man; never really understood the point of companionship. He is blunt with his words and will make it clear if he doesnt like someone or something. However, somewhere deep, buried in his cold heart, he does have a softness to him. And this is what makes him not a bad guy, but a guy who has known nothing else.
Overall, Sam is a ticking timebomb. While he has had the training to keep his head cool in sticky situations, and appear cold as ice on the outside, he is always raging from within. He has anger issues, to put it lightly, and has no intention of fixing them. He is aggressive and he is crafty, a real force to be reckoned with if you piss him off. Hooweverrr undying loyalness was something that was practically beat into him as a child, so if his heart sets on someone/something... you basically have a dog bouncing at your heels.
—An innocent child with a thorn in his heart—
He grew up a warrior. An assassin. A weapon. He was not always that way, though. His first moments of life that he can remember, he was with his parents. They were scavengers; certainly not in the best place in life, but not the worst either. It was their job to take apart ships, busted buildings, anything torn down or abandoned. They would salvage anything useful, sell it for a profit, and move on to the next run-down town.
Life was not always easy, though, and when Samhain was still very young... they found themselves in a town that was less than friendly. Camps were trashed, people were killed... children were stolen.
Among those children was the striped trihorn boy. But to them, he was not kidnapped. He was saved. They would create a better life for him than any old scavengers could. The children were brainwashed. Reprogrammed. Trained to do the bidding of the guild. There were not many that made it through the schooling, but the one that placed above them all, was Samhain himself.
He had become lethal with a weapon, undeniably loyal, and dangerously cold hearted. His parents were forgotten. His old life behind him. The only memories he had were in the form of dreams, and those... never ended very well.
For years, Samhain served under the guild as one of their best "recruits." When he wasnt out on missions himself, he was training the youngstock. Only the best came out of his training, but never better than him.
And then the rebels came. At first, they were just simply a little annoyance. But like anyone with loud opinions, others started to form behind them. Small inconveniences turned into riots. Riots turned into war. Many of the guild members were captured.
For the longest time, Samhain fought it. The "rebranding," as they called it. The rebels were dead set on turning them into normal people again... but really... they just wanted elite warriors for themselves. While many fell to their games, Samhain did not, and he left with a path of destruction behind him.
Now loose on the world, he did not know what to do with himself. He had lived under the hoof of others for so long, making his own decisions was a foreign concept to him. It did not take him long to make an impression on others. A name for himself. Samhain Lysandor, skilled mercenary. Cold and correct. Willing to do jobs even the toughest would falter at.
But with fame came the wrong kind of attention. He created problems... drama... strife. It was no secret that he didnt mind. He would simply be... gone. Once his name was being whispered on the lips of the wrong people, he suddenly no longer existed in that world. Off to another he went, creating a new life, creating a new name for himself.
—Accessories—
A simple scarf, for the moment, is Samhain's go-to. It is thin enough to allow airflow, but dense enough to be able to hide his face or block out debris if he needs to. He does not always wear it, but it is a handy accessory when he needs it.
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—Trivia—
✖ Is well taught in many languages. While he may not be perfect, he is at least able to get a good conversation out.
✖ Suffers from night terrors and sleep walking; mostly from his time as a trainee.
✖ Walks with a slight gimp in his left hind. Only a well trained eye can see it, but it is there, and only getting worse.
✖ Has a soft spot for birds.
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12/27/19 Character application accepted -LAYLA
04/17/22 Moved to inactive from Vagabond Spy during EOY507 AC. -INKBONE
