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[size=22pt]☾ Samm║ Winston ║ Rigby☽[/size]
☾♛☽Nicknames☾♛☽
Preferring to go by Samm, when his real name is Sammuel (that's right, with two M's), he doesn't really go by any nickname apart from 'Sammie', which the other pack members tease him about, giving him much despise about it.
☾♛☽Age☾♛☽
Samm is nineteen.
☾♛☽Birthdate☾♛☽
October ninth, 1995.
☾♛☽Moon Sign (Moon phase under which you were born.)☾♛☽
Full moon.
☾♛☽Things you are Into (List)☾♛☽
Vintage things, music/vinyl records, his guitar, singing (when no one's around), poetry, art, and his IPhone.
☾♛☽Things you Dread (List)☾♛☽
Liars, rebels, people who are too loud and disruptive, and thieves.
☾♛☽Annoying Habits☾♛☽
being too shy/quiet, tending to be a loner, oh, and he bites his finger nails too much.
☾♛☽Pet Peeves☾♛☽
When people call him 'Sammie' or 'Sammuel'. Unless a higher ranked member calls him by his full first name, he will accept it, knowing they aren't trying to get him ticked off.
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☾♛☽Hair Color☾♛☽
Dark chocolate brown, near black.
☾♛☽Eye Color☾♛☽
Hazel. Nothing special.
☾♛☽Height☾♛☽
About 5'7", he is short for a guy.
☾♛☽Weight☾♛☽
About 145 pounds.
☾♛☽Build☾♛☽
Small, thin, and lanky for his short height.
☾♛☽Body Modifications☾♛☽
None, at the moment.
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☾♛☽Fur Color☾♛☽
Deep brown/black, speckled with a tanish color. His chin, neck, and underbelly is white.
☾♛☽Eye Color☾♛☽
Again, brown.
☾♛☽Height (On all fours. Varies 6'9-9'0; Females are on the shorter end of the scale.)☾♛☽
6'7, Samm has an under-average size.
☾♛☽Weight (Average is about 200 per female / 275 per male)☾♛☽
268 pounds. Again, he is small for his gender.
☾♛☽Scars/Permanent Marks☾♛☽
None at the moment.
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☾♛☽Personality Description (Required; Detailed descriptions will heighten hierarchy rank acceptations.)☾♛☽
Samm is quiet. Either he feels like talking, or he doesn't. He tends to be a loner; he wasn't really good as making friends as his other peers. Usually he's found away on a walk, or listening to music or writing poetry or whatever else he feels like doing. Apart from his quiet personality, he's a sweet kid at heart, even if he can get a quick temper at times.
☾♛☽History (Not required, but will greatly heighten hierarchy rank acceptations)☾♛☽
Samm grew up in a family of four- his parents and younger sister by four years. He certainly took after his father in looks- shaggy dark hair, brown eyes to match, along with thick eyebrows and hollow cheeks- but adopted his mother's personality: shy, quiet, and a love of art, including writing, painting, and especially music. One of his fondest memories was always picking out a record from her exquisite, large collection. He tended to chose old ballads, such as ones from the times of his grandparents. His parents always remarked how it was if he was from the past...
But then, his life changed dramatically. Shortly after turning twelve, his younger sister met a deadly fate. You see, Samm had a love for baseball, even if he wasn't very good at it. Long were the summer nights when he and his father and sister would play catch with their old, dusty mitts, as their mother stood watching on the front deck, a pitcher of ice tea waiting for them when they were done.
But one night, Samm's father had to work overtime, as money was especially tight. So that left Samm and his younger sister alone. Unfortunately, their mother was out too, as she had taken up a second job as a waitress in another town over, a trip that took only about fifteen minutes to and from. Back at the house, the sun was just barely starting to go down when Samm had thrown the ball to his younger sister, but it had rolled and fell into the clutch of the pavement instead of his sister's hands. So she ran to get it.
And that was when the car struck her. It was an image Samm would never get out of his mind: her body tossed into the air, then lying still. He called out for help, but it was too late. She was killed instantly.
And so began Samm's lonely and even quieter life.
☾♛☽Family Members☾♛☽
His father Jack and his mother Linda. (His sister's name was Eleanor, but was called 'Elli'.)
☾♛☽Pets☾♛☽
A French English Bulldog, Titan.
☾♛☽Special Items☾♛☽
None at the moment.
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☾♛☽Number of Kills☾♛☽
Samm has been known to be surprisingly fierce in battle, fueled by anger in spite of his sister's death. So far, as much as he hates to admit it, he has killed three, and yet more kills he knows he will acquire.
☾♛☽Rank☾♛☽
Male Delta.
☾♛☽Secondary Rank (Second choice.)☾♛☽
(Lead?) Sentinel.
☾♛☽Born Into the Pack or Rogue Turned Member☾♛☽
Turned Member.
☾♛☽Crush / Dating (Someone you would like to be mated to. The alpha will take it into consideration either approve or deny your request for a mate.)☾♛☽
Have not decided.
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♛ What should we call you ♛
Madame McCartney is fine!
♛ Activity ♛
Depends on my muse, typically active. (Although upcoming in July I am busy, next week I will be busy as well)
♛ Muse ♛
About 5/10
♛ Plot Ideas ♛
A fire? Incident with police? Not sure.
♛ Other ♛
The alpha's word is final. No ifs, ands, or butts buts.
♛ RP Sample (Make it very good when trying out for high ranks. You will be competing against one another for the ranks.) ♛
{Samm's P.O.V.}
You don't know what you have until it's gone.
Hi, I'm Samm. Please don't ask me if I like green eggs and ham, because all the little kids at church used to asked that. And then it pissed me off, obviously. Yeah, I have a quick temper, I know. Then I stopped going to church after The Accident. I probably don't have to tell you about It, do I? Either, A, you were at Elli's Funeral, B, you weren't, or C, heard about it. It's a subject that makes my stomach twist and my throat closes up.
I guess I became a recluse to my house then, and it hasn't changed for the past seven years. Until one day, my mother, nearly quiet as I am, gave me a five hour lecture about how I needed some sun and was turning pale as a vampire. Okay, it wasn't really five hours, it was only thirty seconds. Time dragged on for me after The Accident, too. So, eventually, I obeyed my mother's orders, and found myself in the woods. Now, I've got a question for you. Nope, this isn't a oop quiz or some s*** like that.
Do you believe in werewolves?
I know it sounds silly, and no, I am most not certainly not a Team Jacob member. I've never even bothered to see Twilight. It's stupid. If you're wondering what I think, I do believe in werewolves. Why? Because I am one. I was bitten. And no, I'm not lying. Not now, anyways. If you'd come with me, you'd understand.
But if you're chicken, that's alright. Most people are, anyways...
