Samael (finally done!)

[rapture]

let's get ourselves started ;;
;; PERHAPS SOME BASICS
name ;; Samael
age ;; five years
gender ;; stallion
alliance ;; Noche
position ;; King


now that that's squared away ;;
;; LET'S GET MORE COMPLICATED
appearance ;; The stallion has an athletic build- long and lean with plenty of muscle. A running machine packed into a sixteen and a half hand body. His straight face is aristocratic, features seemingly chiseled from stone. That's not to say that he has one set expression. In fact, it's pretty easy to read what's going on in the stallion's mind. He has a steady and straightforward way of moving, intimidating or so he's been told.

His coat is a rich chocolate color that often displays some faint dappling during the summertime. No splashes of white disrupt this dark hue save for a stripe of white between his amber eyes. His mane and tail continue with the chocolate theme, at least, close to the roots. The father they grow, the paler they become, until they hold the flaxen gold of wheat.


personality ;; Samael is still rather youthful- a youngster trying to grow up before he should. He often pretends to be harder and meaner than he truly is- a front made in hopes to intimidate and impress. Especially impress. Especially when it comes to the ladies.

Although he still has much to learn, the young stallion is smart, a quick learner. He's also quick to adapt, molding himself as he sees fit for a situation.

The stallion has no problem offering his home to others. Something that's bad for the badass image that he often tries to portray. Although kind in offering a place in his kingdom for others to stay, he follows the idea of 'if they hurt me, I'll hurt them back'. Samael is obviously an vindictive little beastie.

Unfortunately, the stallion allows himself to be swept up in his emotions, especially powerful ones like anger or sadness- he often has a flair for the dramatic. He's quick to lose control of himself in such situations, often striking out physically and verbally. He was raised to be a physical creature, however, so he'll often express himself in that way- nips and nudges of friendliness, kicks and bites made out of frustration.

Samael also has quite the mouth on him. He speaks freely and with brute honesty. Sarcasm is both a charm and a form of defense for this boy.

Stubbornness and jealousy run strong in this beast. Once an idea enters his head, it is near impossible to sway him from it. He's right, you're wrong, end of story.


if you're trying for this ;;
;; YOU'LL HAVE TO DO MORE
sample post ;;

Sometimes you just can’t stop some things from happening. Life and death and everything between. Sometimes it’s just that far out of your grasp. So what do you do?

Run.

It had been over a year, nearly two, since he saw his family. What happened? Life. Life happened. It was that simple and that complicated. Was it always this way? Did life always carry out for others in this fashion? It wasn’t fair. But what in life is fair?

He had long ago come to terms with his banishment. He was no longer mad, no longer upset. In a way, he almost understood. But the rejection still stung.

Night had fallen some time ago, but the young stallion wasn’t ready to bed down. He was quite the opposite. His body hummed with excess energy, he couldn’t hold still. With a snort, he was on the move again. Samael was always moving, never content to stay in one place for long.

He started out on a steady jog, moving as confidently as he would during the daytime. Truth be told, he was comfortable in any time, be it day or night. But there was something soothing about the quiet that kept company with the shadows, the peace that settled over one’s shoulders as they lived beneath the stars.

The stallion moved with the predators during this time, though no shadow joined his own beneath the swelling moon. What a lonely journey. Once upon a time, there was someone else. She had been beautiful, the color of sunshine with hair like freshly fallen snow. She had joined the chocolate-colored youth in his banishment. However, life happened. Their talk of starting their own herd grew along with her belly. He couldn’t have been prouder, more excited. When the time came, however, he couldn’t have been more frightened, so sick.

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It was a dark night, as all horror stories go, when the mare began to complain of abdominal cramps. He had paced beside her, sweating just as much as she, fretting more. Fate was not kind to the two, for an ill pairing had produced deformed twins. Or what would have been twins. It appeared that one had absorbed most of the body of the other until one body shared one and a half heads and an odd limb poked out of the creature’s chest. Samael couldn’t speak as he looked at the mess. His mate mistook his horrified speechlessness for awe. Though exhausted from the labor and yet unaware of her impending death, the golden mare was able to scramble some feet from the creature upon settling what had previously been a loving gaze, screaming all the while. But that was all she could manage before she collapsed, moaning as she realized what had happened as she strained to rid her body of the monstrosity.

Something had happened during the labor, something had torn. There was so much blood. Too much. He denied the truth, fought desperately for the life that was slipping from his mare. ”Kill it, kill it!” She screamed at her mate, unable to do anything else. He obeyed, for there was nothing else to do. Its cry was pitiful when he crushed its skull. Something else broke that night- his heart.

For a long time he stood there, watching the creature’s body as it stiffened. It was disturbing. Numbly, he turned to his mate. But she too, like the creature behind her, was stiff. Lost, alone, miserable, hatred, sadness, desolate, destroyed. Words. There were no words to describe what he felt. He stumbled over to her body, affectionately nuzzled her face. He whispered his final words to her before he whirled and ran.

”I’m so sorry.”

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Samael shook his head, pulling out of the memory. He pushed himself harder, shifting into a run. He knew that he couldn’t physically run from the images and sounds, but he needed to do something. He concentrated on the slick movements of his muscles as they contracted and relaxed, listened to his harsh breathing as his nostrils pulled in the sweet nighttime air. Better. Things would eventually get better.

Eventually, he slowed to a stuttering trot to an ambling walk. A strange tranquility had settled over him. Was he finally coming to peace with the event that had happened half a year ago? It seemed too short. Hell, eternity was too short.

Samael glanced around, taking in the harsh lines of the hillsides, the points of trees, the small lake that looked like a pool of shadows. What was this place? As eerie as it was, the land called to him, beckoned like a lover. Entranced, he stepped further in, breathing deeply the spice scent of pine. He stalked through the place, inspecting it. His nostrils flared each time he paused, searching for the scents of his kind. But he could find none. Odd. He stood for a while, bracing his hip against a tree as he looked around again. Perhaps this could be home. Maybe this was meant to happen.




why you're the right choice ;; Sammy's different. From what I've seen, most dark kings follow the extremist stereotype- evil, experienced war vets, etc. Sammy's just an inexperienced moody teenager with his head on the clouds as well as the goals of making an angry daddy proud of him and making right with his past.


now for a little peek ;;
;; WHO'S BEHIND THE MASK
name ;; rapture
other characters ;; asmodeus
predicted activity ;; I should be able to get on a few times a week.
comments ;; I'm sorry it took me so long to get the application done. My mind was all over the place writing that sample post. x.x

[Phoenix]

Accepted!
He has not been gifted with a power, and therefore follows Thorn.