Samatheyl
【b a s i c . i n f o】
*Picture!:
*Username:
Confused Commissar
*Name:
Samatheyl
Nickname(s):
Sunny Side Up (The Queen Only)
Bottom b***h (When people are damn sure he's not listening)
Sammy
*Age:
401
Date of Birth:
7th of Evening Star
Height:
6' 3"
Weight:
210lbs
*Gender:
Male
*Race:
Demon
*Kingdom:
Vosian
Sexuality:
Flexible
Military Position:
None
【a b o u t】
Likes:
- Plots
- Deception
- His luxurious hair.
- White wine
- Himself
- Elf hair
- Humans
- The Queen
- The Queen's silver/white hair.
- The Queen's eyes.
- The way the Queen treats him.
Dislikes:
- Having to taste test for the Queen.
- Having to take orders from the Queen.
- Having to listen to the Queen gripe to him about her problems.
- Having to put up with the Queen when she's drunk.
- The Queen.
- Anyone who's vying for his position.
- "Stupid" people
- Having messy hair.
- Himself
- The way the Queen treats him.
Quirks:
- If he is feeling particularly stressed, and if he's able, he'll find a nice quiet place with a mirror, take out his trusty comb and start to well... comb his hair... and sing quietly to himself.
- If he sees someone with messy hair he'll try to straighten it out and make it look nice, whether the other person wants him to or not.
Hobbies:
- Comb collecting
- Collecting music boxes.
- Collecting mirrors
Goal(s):
- Become ruler of Vosian.
*Personality: To describe Samatheyl in but a word, or two. it would certainly have to be... Fragile and... Conflicted, for beneath his facade of a calm, cool, and collected smooth talker who always seems to have things in hand, there is a child, a frightened and lonely child who simply wants to feel safe... and loved. In the public eye he puts on a show of being this dependable, steadfast, and loyal subject of his Queen who is ready to lay down his life for her without a second thought. A conniving, silver tongued, two faced, lier that always seems to be just one step ahead you and will use that fact to sow doubt within you then watch you squirm and flounder with a wolfish grin. Behind closed doors however he is nothing less than a mess, a tangled mass of confusion, frustration, fear, and uncertainty who doesn't even understand who he really is or why that even is.
*Bio: Samatheyl cannot rightly recall much about his early life, only fleeting memories that have no context yet evoke strong emotions, good and bad, however a few stand out to him. The first is of him as a small child in a frilly outfit sitting in the lap of a woman who he assumes to be his mother, they sit before an ornate wooden stand with a large mirror though the reflection is such that Samatheyl cannot see his mother's face. She runs a comb through his hair and hums quietly to him only stopping to whisper how much he means to her with him usually replying how much he loves her or that he wished they could stay like this. The next memory is more... disturbing, frightening really, Samatheyl fumbles through the darkness, his heart racing with fear, around him he can hear the sounds of individuals looking for something, him... Suddenly a scream cuts through the dark... Mother. He races blindly through the mansion for what else could these winding halls and cavernous rooms belong to? He bursts through a door into a room lit solely by the torches of those who have stalked him, they stand around a fallen figure, he knows who it is without looking. A terrible rage overcomes him, the world before him narrows to a point, he roars in anger but it is in a voice that is not his own, then there is nothing... The last of the memories is of a scene of recent and incredible violence, he surveys the carnage from a high vantage point then directs his gaze downwards, there lies his mother, he reaches for her but he does not see his arms but instead he grasps her corpse with tendrils and twisted limbs. He embraces her lifeless body for a time humming a song she's sang for him many times... then there is nothing again...
It would not be until his later years did Samatheyl start to recall anything with any reasonable degree of clarity, not that those earlier days were anything worth remembering. He lived on the streets for a while, he fell in and out of gangs, had flings, got into all sorts of trouble, the usual array of things an urchin would do in Vosian society. Later he served in one of the many brothels found throughout the kingdom, he spent most of his life there, its where he picked up many of the skills that would help him later on, not to mention it established connections. His entry into higher society would come through one of his regular clients, a gentlemen... or was it a woman, he doesn't quite remember, all that really matters is that they took a particular liking to him and bought him from the brothel. Under the care of his new master he was taught a great many other useful skills and habits, chief among them was the ability to finally read and write properly. His days were then spent either attending to his new master's needs or accompanying them on their forays into the courts and extravagant parties held by the elite. It was through this venue did he finally meet his eventual new master, Solaris, Queen of all Vosian, and her bumbling Hand who's name he does not remember. From the first meeting he was infatuated with the queen and fantasized about her daily, it wasn't till sometime later did he begin to plot to be by her side.
For decades he toiled and planned, he gained favors and friends from all walks, slowly, ever so slowly, he put himself in a position most suited to let him swoop in and swipe the position of Hand out from under the noses. Eventually his time did come when the Queen slew her former Hand for reasons that weren't entirely clear to those below her, but to Samatheyl that meant nothing more than that he finally had his chance and he went for it. The cards fells exactly as he needed them too, every counter claim was skillfully deflected or was silenced through other means, when the dust settled the upstart escort who could even remember who he was, stood at the Queen's side as one of the most powerful beings in all of Vosian. Now all he has to do is keep it that way...
【b a t t l e . i n f o】
*Strengths:
- Has the ability to fly thanks to the aid of a pair of jet black feathered wings.
- Possess a speed and agility far above and beyond most demons.
- As a two faced deceiver Samatheyl is quite skilled at the art of acting, capable of putting on convincing acts that would fool even the shrewdest critic.
*Weaknesses:
- Physically, Samatheyl is considered weak by demon standards.
- For reasons he cannot fathom Samatheyl cannot bring himself to harm a human.
- Samatheyl blatantly refuses to fight with a ranged weapon/attack, he will only ever engage a foe in direct combat despite his lack of brute strength.
*Abilities:
Force of Will
- Calling upon the darkness that dwells within him Samatheyl may use an unseen force that allows him to manipulate objects within his line of sight. The degree to which he might interact with an object in this manner is wholly dependent on how much he focuses on the task, the act of pushing/pulling an object requires little conscious effort but attempting to open a lock would require deep concentration.
The Other Face
- Should Samatheyl sustain serious physical or psychological trauma the darkness that dwells within his soul wells up and spills forth in an unstoppable tide of madness and horror. The darkling's body swells in size, it twists and writhes, contorts in ways impossible for the man's physiology, then in a shower of gore and viscera the hideous beast reveals itself with a blood curdling screech. An undulating mass of blood slick flesh festooned with writhing tendrils and twisted limbs, each tipped with wicked claws, fanged maws, or other unspeakable implements. Distorted faces that scream forever in unimaginable agony press out from the inside, their twisted looks of pain plainly visible from behind their fleshy prison. Perhaps the most worrying fact about the monster is the fact its form is ever shifting, changing, adding and subtracting limbs, growing and shrinking in size, spitting acid or flensing you alive with scythe like claws. The endurance of the beast is frightening as it is capable of shrugging off injuries that would have felled a lesser being several times over regardless of its current shape or form. The agility of the beast is quite inconsistent, sometimes it is able to leap about with alarming agility but then in the next moment almost be unable to move at all.
After a length of time, or if the individual(s) who caused Samatheyl harm are consumed/destroyed, or is the beast sustains a traumatic enough injury, the beast will dissolve into a pile of much to reveal an unconscious, and naked, Samatheyl beneath. Samatheyl possess only a fleeting memory of his time spent as the beast and typically will brush it off as a nightmare, or a delusion brought on by his injury.
【e x t r a】
Theme(s):
Combat (Beast) - Skillet: Monster
Death: Steve Jablonsky - Sacrifice
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