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full name&& Samuel Avery Knight
nickname(s)&& Sam. Sammy for people who are close (aka Charlotte XD)
gender/gender identity&& Sam is scientifically male and also identifies as male.
date of birth&& Sam was born on Hallows Eve. Yeah, how ironic.
age&& Samuel is 29 years old.
ranking&& Samuel is a lambda
human appearance&& Samuel does have dashing looks, if only his personality reflected it. Sam is tall and lean. Although he isn't overly lean or overly tall. He has a well defined face that is striking yet soft. He has dark blonde hair that is long enough to be styled but short enough so that he actually looks like a guy. Next are his eyes. They are blue. They are best described as the color of a February sky in the winter just after a snow storm in the middle of the day. (Sorry it's sucky)
wolf appearance&&click
vestigium&&Tribal Phoenix
living arrangement&& ( castle, outer village, etc. )
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personality&& Samuel is a very complex character. And the personality I am about to give you is only a sliver of his actual self. He is a man that will surprise you at any moment. And despite what others may think, he does posses a rather sweet and loving side.. He actually really likes romance. Everything about it. The chase, the teasing, and the well... Love. Although you won't hear him say it any time soon. He is simply trapped behind the stereotype of a demon and his own inner demons. Once he can break through this cage that he has entrapped himself in in his own mind he will be able to truly love and to truly be a person.
Samuel is sweet and sensitive. He is caring and always thinks of other people before himself. Samuel doesn't really have a temper, well none that anybody has seen so far. Although if you do happen to raise that unseen force, you'd better stay clear of him. Samuel is the type of character that is easy going and is friendly with everyone no matter how much that person is a pain. Sam is always showing mercy and pride, and never judges anybody. On most occasions isn't spiteful, and for the most part is willing to do whatever you ask. Sam is smart, intelligent, and curious to understand things that normal people wouldn't spend any time knowing. He is keen to experience new things, to go out and live and do daring things, which leads to him being very open-minded as well. Samuel can also be the empathetic and sensitive one, that listens to how you feel. He intuitively recognizes beauty and virtues, and even has her own value system that aligns with who she is. One thing Sam does well, is not clinging to anything, and instead relies on his own power to get things done. He believes that there are no hopeless situations, and will then be determined to succeed in one way or another. This can lead often times to major disappointment, especially when it comes to a relationship. If he gets hurt, it's better to leave him alone for awhile, and let him get back to his old self. Samuel is the opposite of arrogant, and definitely doesn't take himself too seriously, which adds on to the fact that the guy does have a sense of humor. For the most part, Samuel believes that people do the best they know and that's all he will ask for.
Sam is not the one who ventures out into the unknown and leads the way, He is rather the one that will follow the leader and strengthen and build upon the discovered. In other words he is the one that will "dot the I's and cross the T's". This perseverance is given to him by his well known stubborn streak. This stubborn streak is what gives Sam his independence. He enjoys doing things his way. Which means he is perfectly fine on being alone, this way things get done the way that he wants them to be done. But don't mistake him as being a complete follower, because he isn't. Sam is however, perfectly independent. With his perseverance, he can get things done and can do quite well for himself
The truth is, Samuel manages to operate very adequately on his own form of automatic pilot. He can switch off from the world around him very efficiently. And when he does switch off, Sam is simply just gathering in his inner reserves to deal with the outside pressures. One thing Samuel is uncomfortable with is major change. Only because it takes him out of his automatic pilot condition, which allows him to separate himself from the world around him.
When Samuel is hurt emotionally, he will retreat into a silent spell. However, it is rare for him to take revenge on the one who has hurt him. Samuel understands that taking revenge only creates unneeded drama. Although, he will treat you badly, and not hesitate to insult you. When Samuel retreats to his shell, you can be sure he will become completely unreachable. Another mood that can engulf him is a snappy one, or you can say a crabby one. He will hate the world and snap at anything and everything. However, you can be sure he is not angry with you and will soon be his normal self again. One must take into consideration that this snappy attitude is very rare to see, as he usually is calm and hides his feelings well.
Samuel is very weary about trusting anyone, a person needs to gain his trust and this gets built up over time and once all the 'trust tests' have been passed, Sam loves deeply and intensely. Underneath the cool exterior, energies and emotions are constantly flowing but he simply deals with this by channeling it into useful activities, hobbies, relationships, and/or a career. This is never apparent to the outside observer but knowing this fact explains why Sam is so passionate about whatever it is that he is undertaking. He has powerful instincts and he always trusts his own gut feeling which is another reason why he seldom fails.
Samuel has a fear of failure which he keeps hidden extremely well, should his confrontation not be successful, or his career fail, he will simply use their adaptive skill to quickly move and and leave the bad experience behind. Do not ever expect Sam to fess up or share his tale with anyone however because this shows signs of weakness and it is uncomfortable with him. One of the reasons Sam always accomplishes his goals is because he sets tangible short-term goals that he knows he can accomplish. Sam know what he is capable of and this is what he goes for.
Samuel is very emotional, his emotions are intensified, both good emotions and bad. Negative emotions of jealousy and resentment are hallmarks of his personality. On the other side, Sam is well known for his forceful and powerful drive to succeed and his amazing dedication. Sam is constantly trying to understand his emotions through finding a deeper purpose in life.
Samuel needs to be organized in his mind, sometimes all of his energy is taken from organizing his mind that he has a difficult time organizing his surroundings. Sam easily looks too deep into an issue and over analyzes what he perceives. He is ambitious and strives to always know more and have more. This is in his eternal quest to bring order to chaos. Even if order is obtained from an outsiders' point of view, Sam will not be settled for he has a very active mind that is always thinking and can never be silenced. Samuel wants to be of use, he needs to be important and essential to everyone in his live and in everything he do.
traits&& Honesty, Trustworthy, Passionate, Compassionate, Sensitive, Even tempered, protective
strengths&& Hunting, Running, Sneaking, Tracking, Escaping, Climbing, speed, balance, agility
weaknesses&& Hand to hand combat, swimming, open combat, wide areas
fears&& Water, Needles, Being held down, Confinement, Small spaces
likes&& Read, Dancing around, Cooking (he's actually pretty good at it), Running, Watching the stars, Exploring
dislikes&& Being confined, Water, Small spaces, Being bored, Not able to explore.
history&& Will explain later.
parents&& Samuel doesn't speak of his parents. As far as he's concerned they don't exist and they never will.
siblings&& As far as he knows, he was an only child.
relatives&& None
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relationship status&& Single
love interest&& Charlotte
boyfriend/girlfriend&& Open
spouse/mate&& open
offspring&& N/A
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[color=white]other&& Hallo
plot ideas&& Hmm. Love triangle between Alex Charlotte and Sam.
username CorgiToast
nicknames Heyyy. You can call me Toast. Or Corgi. It doesn't matter.
prompt and links Okay, so my old account was Awkward Turtle. And all my posts are on that account. But I'm a member of the RPA if that's okay??
8. tell us about a day in your life. what kind of person are you? what kind of things do you do? walk us through your day from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep. do you go hunting that day? do you hang out with friends? what is going on in the pack?
Scents. The sweet calm scent of the greenery. It was as if I was in a bakery. But I wasn't. I was in a forest. I had come out here to get away from everybody, and everything. Sometimes I just got overwhelmed. I was part of the guard now. No longer lower, no longer looked upon with shame. I had proved myself worthy enough to bear the armor that bestows us with the responsibility to care for the kingdom. After the battle I had fought last year, after the loss of my beloved best friend, I trained. And I trained hard. And I was finally made a guard. Today was my first actual day as a guard. And I didn't do so well. I made a fool of myself a lot today, I'm guessing it's just the nerves. And the fact that I will see the king and the princess a lot. But I needed a get away. Somewhere just to myself, where I could forget about the mistakes I had made.
The vast amount of greenery, that surrounded me, put me at ease. The beautiful views that you could easily catch from atop a mountain or even at the right angle of a part of the forest, was breath taking. I loved nature, as it was an essence unconquered. It had no king, yet it ruled above most. Its mysterious appearance warned anybody who dared defile it, yet compelled all to pass through it. One could easily get lost in such a place. You needed to keep your sanity close to your heart, lest you lose it and die.The gray, well defined structure of the mountains, fit snug between the beautiful outlines of the multi colored trees. The green tops of the trees poking out, as if shoving past one another, desperate to get any drop of sunlight that they could. While this was happening, the clear blue waves of a calm lake lay hundreds of feet from where I stood. It's reflective capability, a mask of it's true identity.
The sky, a wondrous mystery. The vibrant background exploding with the colors of the light. Pastel laces swirled across the sky, brushing against the light yellow sun, yearning for its awakening from it's deep slumber. Each color it's own, yet pleading with the other to switch places. The lightness of the sky inquired its early awakening, as if trying to dispel the sleep from it's existence. Paint danced across the sky with a paint brush in hand, creating a brilliant masterpiece of a ballet.
The crispy morning left a bitter taste on my tongue. " Not many animals out today" I noted to myself. Crouching down I stepped lightly; I was a well defined marksmen as well as a swordsman. I had extremely well eyesight and quick reflexes while also being known to be light on my feet. The dull morning had a softness to it. And as the wind began to sway, and the leaves on the trees began their dance, the softness of the wind was almost calming. But at the same time it was as if it was trying to talk to you. Whispering in your ear with it's native tongue. No man that I'd ever met could decode the language.
My bow slowly turned as I heard the soft crunch of leaves, beckoning under the touch of a creatures step. Slowly making my way towards the sound, I let my feet guide me. Sliding beneath the grass, instinctively knowing where to put each foot. Each step I took was more tense than the last. My heart pounding widely in my chest, like a caged bird wanting to get out. Itching to flutter it's wings once more across an expansion of the deep blue pool called the sky. The instinct rumbling from deep within, calling to have the gracious ripple of the wind ruffle it's soft protective coating beneath the wall of it's feathers. The blood in my ears pounding relentlessly, bouncing off the drum of my heart. The pounding of my ears like a waterfall raging down to spill across the cool flat rocks. And I stopped as I spotted the rich brown fur. And the short floppy tail with the white underneath. The shiny black hooves connecting the animal to the earth. Taking a breath I calmed my excited nerves.
Slowly breathing in and out, I collected my energy into focus and to the fingers that lightly placed themselves on the nook of the bow. Like a dance, the deer and I. My fingers lightly tapped on the bow within my hands, the delicate weapon a prize possession. It's lingering excitement poured off, itching to be pulled back, and released into action. This was the dance. Pulling back the string slowly, I used the strength needed when handling such a weapon.
I aimed at the deer. And took a second to honor the animal. This was a breathing, living animal. It fought everyday for survival, and it must feel so proud at the end of the day to know it's efforts were not wasted, and it had another day to live. This animal was delicately strong, stopping even the proudest of men in their tracks to admire such beauty.
It's shy presentation, tempted a man to come closer, to admire it's striking appearance; Yet at the same time it warned us. Giving us the vision to be gentle, and slow, fore even the coldest of hearts can be startled away. The magnificent beast was too great to be taken by hand, it could not be struck down by a sword or spear. No, it needed a whole new instrument to catch it's glory. An item that required skill, and the patience from afar. It showed us, that the most beautiful things cannot be approached and just taken. But, coaxed and loved.
But to be a true hunter, you must at least once, see a deer die up close. Once you strike it, go to it, comfort it in it's last minutes on earth. Let it know that it died an honorable death, that it mustn't be afraid of what lay ahead. Thank it for giving it's life to prolong yours. And look. Look into it's black eyes. And you will not find what you expected. You will not find soulless empty dull black eyes. No, you will find something much grander. You will find a light. A bright fire light burning, giving off life to this wondrous animal. You will find pride in all it's glory. A story untold, of its survival. Of the life it lived on earth, the struggles it endured to last another day, the triumph of living, and the pride of it's essence. In it's eyes, There shall be no shame, no regret, no sadness, no pleading, hurt, or pain in that fire that burns restlessly. There will only be, love, compassion, mercy, gentleness, resilience, and greatest of all pride. Pride for itself, pride for the children it nurtured, to the life it was given, and the blessing of existence.
And as you watch over it, the flame will begin to die. It will begin to shiver, and then flicker into a lighter shade of itself. Slowly, the breath of the fire begins to slow and decrease. It's soul beginning it's journey to the place it must go. And then, as you look into it, and know of the life that prolonged yours, the fire dies down, into nothing. The life warming in it's eyes flickers out like a light, like a fire that's lost it's embers. And you know, it has not died, but it has moved on to something more, something better.
So as I pull the string back, I take this into consideration. And I breathed and gave my thanks to this animal. Focusing on a point in which I will strike. A point that will not cause much suffering, and give it a short sweet death. So, as I was about to release my fingers I went to stop, fore the deer's ears perked up. But it was already too late, the move had been made. Now it was my partners turn to take the step to finish the dance. I knew something was happening. And we both heard, the loud screech split the air, then a few moments later the beating of the fluttering of wings.
And then deer began to retreat from the dance. I tried to stop my arrow, But my fingers had already began to release the string, and the arrow that laid between it, itching to be released, wanting something to burrow into. And the arrow flew, slicing through the sky almost as part of the wind. But it did not land on the deer. Instead it decided to burrow itself into the thick wood of a seeping pine tree. And the deer frolicked away, panic rising into its system. But I would not follow, even though I could. Because I would not cheat in this game. Fore I had lost this dance.
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