Post by SAMSON HANNIBAL CORVUS on Feb 2, 2013 23:00:48 GMT
SAMSON HANNIBAL CORVUS
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FULL NAME: Samson Hannibal Corvus
NICK NAMES: Sam, Samsi, Frenchy, Sammie, Hans
AGE AND BIRTH DATE: 24, March 14th 1988
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
NATIONALITY: French
MEMBER GROUP: Scavenger
STYLE AND APPEARANCE
HAIR COLOUR AND STYLE: Dark brown, long but never lets it grow past his shoulders.
EYE COLOUR: Blue
BUILD: Lean
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'0, 165Ibs.
TATTOOS: None.
PIERCINGS: None.
SCARS: A scar on his left cheek as a result of being attacked by a dog when he was a little boy.
ANYTHING ELSE:
OVERALL APPEARANCE:
When you first see Samson he may come across as a quiet, mysterious figure with something strangely intriguing about the man. He seems to always have a flicker of amusement in those dark cerulean eyes of his and often a crooked smile playing on his lips.
Standing strongly at 6’0 he is lean, toned (he often went to the gym to work out and he also used to do martial arts to keep himself fit and in shape) and slightly tanned from walking outside in the sunnier months of the year. Other than the scar on his cheek from when he was attacked by a Doberman when he was a young boy Samson has smaller and fainter scars on his hands from where he’s cut himself on windows, his weapons, rocks and the like. He has a weathered look to him due to the scarcity of once common commodities such as shaving every day and frequent visits to the hairdresser so he shaves when he can and cuts his own hair- speaking of which, his long hair can vary from a dark to mid-brown colour in summer’s sunlight to a dark brown that is near black in winter’s daylight.
Before the invasion, Samson was very fashion conscious. He knew what was ‘in’ what was out, what was soon to be out and what was good for him to be seen in and what wasn’t. He spent a lot of time and care on his appearance since his body and looks, as a model, were what he made a living on.
However, since society’s crumbled away and everyone doesn’t obsess over fashion, Samson goes more for comfort than style. He tries to keep what he wears practical but at the same time nice-looking because after all, just because there’s zombies out doesn’t mean he has to go out there in rags (even though he does think he’d be able to work a potato sack with the kind of body he has).
He doesn’t mind getting grubby at times because the time calls for it when you’re scavenging through a house that’s been abandoned for months or hacking your way through a zombie but he does like to be clean and washes when he can.
GETTING TO KNOW YOU
LIKES:
- Challenges
- Reading books- he loves it when he finds new books on his scavenge
- Acting
- Theater
- Poetry
- Art
- Cats
- Having fun
- Astronomy
- Play-fighting
- Banter
- Music
DISLIKES:
- Ignorance
- Arrogance
- Naivety
- Feeling vulnerable
- People not appreciating books for their value
- Losing his temper
STRENGTHS:
- Intelligent
- Intuitive
- Strong-willed
- Able to fight well - decent with hand to hand combat but not that strong, obviously better with a weapon but more importantly- he excels with long ranged weapons
- Cautious
- Quick-minded
- Doesn’t trust easily
- Fast
- Agile
WEAKNESSES:
- Competitive
- Doesn’t trust easily
- The idea of love ‘terrifies’ him
- Can have a nasty uncontrollable temper if you do enough to piss him off
- Is a bit of a perfectionist
- Unforgiving – if you lose his trust it is very unlikely you’ll earn it back
SECRETS:
- He’s scared of letting too many people 'close’ and in his life in fear of losing them.
- He used to
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FEARS:
- Losing those he cares about
- Children – he doesn’t know how to ‘handle’ them, they seem too ‘fragile’ to him.
- Permanent injury – he’s terrified of the idea of ever being paralyzed, blinded, deaf, limited in his ability to move and all things like them.
- Being bitten by a zombie.
GOALS:
- To do something with his love for theater and acting
- To one day return to France.
- To successfully write a novel. Whether or not it gets 'published' or if any reads it- he doesn't care. He'd just be writing it for his own pleasure.
QUIRKS:
- Sometimes stumbles over his words in English or even forgets words and ends up using the French word for what he’s trying to say.
- Collects and hoards incense sticks...because they smell so good.
HABITS:
- Sometimes plays with his hair, often without him realizing he’s doing it.
- Smokes.
- He reverts to his mother tongue- French- when frustrated/angry or deliberating out loud about something. Also, he sometimes speaks French to people not realizing he’s doing it.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Samson is not hard to miss when he wants you to spot him, but knows how to blend into the background and becomes all but invisible. He's cautious and weary around others and doesn’t trust easily because he sees it as a dangerous thing to do. Despite this however he is very charismatic and can fool you into believing he trusts you but his guard is always up.
He's very intelligent, insightful, intuitive, observant and cautious but he knows how to have fun and loves to have a laugh with people- he has a very good sense of humour, though his can be dry, involving sarcasm, timing and wit.
The young man can also be very flirtatious and charming even when in a dangerous situation, before the zombie epidemic Samson was quite the ladies man, a womaniser, but despite that he always was/is a gentlemen when it comes to women and treats them with respect and as equals. With the zombie invasion he has also become less promiscuous as he once was because he sees other things more important.
Before the zombie invasion, Samson was slowly becoming more and more conceited, selfish and arrogant. All because of his growing fame in the modelling world and the attention he received. However, now Samson is the kind of guy who’s still very confident and doesn’t try to be someone or something he’s not. He’s still the kind of person that holds fast to his beliefs and his strong-willed nature means that he’s not swayed lightly or easily broken.
Usually, Samson is calm, laid back and somewhat easy going guy. He’s not easily pissed off but one thing that can guarantee to anger the guy is if someone he really cares about is harmed whether physically, emotionally or mentally- this is the one thing that can make him almost lost his mind. He’s protective, but not to the point of possessive and controlling, he lets the people he cares about make their own decisions and their own mistakes and he’ll always be there to catch them and be there for them if they fall or fail.
A key thing to note is that when the world changed, so did Samson. His eyes were opened and his views on things now are very different from how they used to be. Before, Samson took things for granted, now, he cherishes even the smallest things in his life.[/font] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
EXPLAIN YOURSELF
HOME TOWN: Brittany, France
WHERE WERE YOU?: Travelling with some friends in a camper van
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?: Safe Lands
PARENTS:
- Jacque Corvus II, 50, father, deceased.
- Arabella Cerise Corvus, 47, mother, deceased.
- Corine Edith Corvus, 42, step-mother, alive and living in France.
SIBLINGS:
None.
ANYONE ELSE?:
- Alexander Jay García Torres, 23, friend, musician, worker in Safe Lands, alive.
- Kimberly Ann Edwards, 22, friend, receptionist, heading north. Exact whereabouts unknown.
- Juan "Sebas" Sebastián Mora Martínez, 23, musician, heading north. Same as Kim.
- Dallas Blake Richards, 24, friend, musician, deceased
- Zachary Levi, 23, friend, student, alive in Spain.
PETS:
A Raven named Spica. During the time he was split from his group and alone, trying to survive he stumbled across the injured bird and battling with hunger almost made a dinner out of it.
However, something about the bird got to him and he found himself unable to harm the creature and instead, tended to it's broken wing and cared for it until it was well.
Both forming an attachment, Spica has never left him since and now serves as look out when he's out scavenging- cawing when it spies a zombie.
COMPLETE HISTORY:
Samson was born to the wealthy married couple Jacque Corvus II and Arabella Cerise Corvus in Brittany, Frances on March 14th 1998 at seven forty three am in the morning. They only wanted one child, a boy, so when Samson was born they were over the moon with their little blue eyed, brown haired son.
When he was six he was attacked by an aggressive Doberman that had made its way off the chain the restricted it’s movement and out of the confinements of the yard it was in. His dad and some people who had seen the dog lunge at the small boy had managed to get the dog off him but he didn’t escape unscathed and the small scar on his cheek is the result of this.
They were a close family, a happy one even but that was soon all torn apart. Being just a young boy Samson had never really known why his mother was so sick all the time and at the age of eight years old…his mum died. She lost the battle she was fighting against breast cancer.
From that day onward something about his dad changed. Their relationship changed. His dad distanced himself from his son and gave him no form of comfort, the man grew slightly colder. Samson briefly recalls his dad saying something about Samson look too much like his mother.
In school, Samson did very well. He was very intelligent, some may even call him a nerd deep down inside, When he wasn’t playing out with his friends he could often be seen reading books, in fact, even when he was playing with his friends he would bring a book a long with him so that if he got bored or lost interest in what they were doing…he could lose himself in a book. It was during these years did he start learning English, slowly.
When Samson was fourteen he took a fancying towards a young girl in his school called Adeline. In order to get to know her more, knowing the girl was really into drama and involved in most of the schools productions and already kind of enjoying the playscripts he had read…Samson took up drama.
But it wasn’t the girl young Samson fell in love with, oh no, he fell in love with acting. He did however go out with Adeline but the relationship was short term and he ended it after three months. What wasn’t short term however was his love for acting and theatre.
Over the years it grew and as he became more and more developed and skilled as an actor his love for it also grew. He even started auditioning for roles in plays, on soaps and in tv commercials. It was small petty fame but it still gave him one hell of an ego boost.
When he was eighteen and he moved to Paris, he was scouted by a modelling agency and did quite a few shoots but it was small time and because he genuinely loved acting, he still carried on with that side of his career.
Samson always received attention and attraction from girls and women and starting from a young teen and he knew it too, took advantage of it sometimes really. Living in the world of artists of all kinds meant that he had some pretty…interesting, and fun times.
When he was nineteen, his dad re-married and Samson’s intuition told him that the woman his dad married was only marrying the man for his money. But hey, who was he to judge? Maybe a part of him just felt as if she was replacing his mum. Who knows?
But, when he was twenty three, his dad died from a heart attack. Apparently he hadn’t been looking after himself very well since Samson’s mother died and nobody helped him. He didn’t allow anyone to get close enough to help.
Samson received half of his father’s inheritance and the other half went to his step-mum of whom he never spoke to since his dad’s death. Not even at the funeral. The funeral was of a decent size because Samsons’ dad was always a well-liked man and respected.
The death of his father seemed to shake up Samson more than he realized and it stirred the side of Samson that realized that life is too short to spend in one place and he had this hunger to start travelling and hey, it meant he could do some self-promotion in other countries too.
First, he found himself in Spain, a beautiful place that he thoroughly enjoyed being in. He gave out a few portfolios to companies, viewed a few of the sites and more importantly; he socialized. He socialized with the right people, fellow actors, models but also musicians, artists, writers as well as local students and that’s how he had met Zachary Levi Garcia Torres who became a friend of his.
It wasn’t long before when he was at a party, Zach mentioned something about his twin brother going on a ‘road trip’ around Europe with some friends which sparked Samson’s interest.
Soon enough, he found himself meeting Zach’s twin, Alexander Jay Garcia Torres who came off as cheery, sociable and relatively likeable and it wasn’t long at all before Samson joined Alex and his friends; Juan, Kimberly and Dallas on their plans for a road trip.
Being on the road with people that were initially strangers to him was something Samson didn’t think he’d enjoy as much as he did. But he did and he bonded with the group he was travelling with.
The night Samson first encountered the creatures that now plagued this country was a night the young man wouldn’t mind forgetting but no, Samson remembers to the very day it all too well.
They were lost in London, maybe all a little drunk and merry and there was a certain careless naivety to them still because, upon seeing a figure approach, Dallas hopped out of the campervan to go ask the figure staggering towards them for directions. If he were to be honest as Samson looked up from his book to watch cautiously, by the way the figure moved…Samson thought the man was drunk and wouldn’t be much help.
What he didn’t expect in a million years? For the man to rip into his friend’s face with his teeth. At first, there was shocked silence within the campervan. All until their friend’s piercing screams registered. Everything happened so fast and yet, when he looks back on it, it all happens almost too slow.
Dallas’s screams were joined with the screams of Kimberly, Seba tried to go after their friend and save him but Samson and Alex jumped up to stop him. It was too late and something seriously fucking wrong was going on. As Samson wrestled Seba back into the van, Alex was quick to drive off as soon as everyone was in.
Many things happened the following days of that incident. The world was changing at a rapid pace right before Samson’s eyes. Samson changed. Especially when he was separated from the group and alone for a brief amount of time.
BEHIND THE SCREEN
ALIAS: Tof
AGE: 18
TIME ZONE: GMT
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE: A year and a half give or take :3
AVERAGE WORD LENGTH: 100-600? It really just depend on my muse and who i'm threading with.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
A post of a different version of Samson from another site~
Samson was not worried.
He stood outside his apartment wondering the whereabouts of his little friend- who just happened to be his only friend in his opinion (which wasn’t sad at all). ‘Rags’ as he so affectionately named her was a little mangy stray Calico cat who had become rather attached to Samson after a week of him moving to Alderres. She had often followed him around and had once or twice managed to sneak her way into his flat and in all honesty she grew a little in his heart. So, he took her in as his own and cared for her.
Now he hadn’t seen her in five days and…he was slightly concerned for her well-being. What if something had happened to his little stalker? He was afraid to admit- even to himself- that he would be deeply upset if something had happened to the little thing which was why he was so bothered about her disappearance.
He took his final drag of the dying cigarette before dropping stubbing it out on a wall and putting it in the bin. He sighed, Rags seemed to know and like the sound of his voice so…
“Rags!” He called thinking that some may feel embarrassed over calling their pet’s name. Especially if they had a name such as his but he didn’t care, in fact he was pretty sure he’d never been embarrassed before.
Where was that little gremlin? He hoped she had been eating well. He knew she was once a stray on the streets, so she knew how to handle herself and she wasn’t the type that would be home for too long but now that she managed to worm her way into his heart he couldn’t help but feel worried for her. Yes, worried, he admitted it to himself that he was worried. She was just such a gentle and loving soul that he couldn’t help but worry for her. Rags, Dessie and his wings were the only things in his life he truly loved and cared for.
“Come on Raggles, where are you, you little fluffball” He grumbled to himself.
CREDITS
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