Hello, my name is Samuel, Samuel Dyavol..
I am 16 years old,shocker, right?
I'm Into hormonal crazed homo sapiens with a tendency towards the finer things in life. Oh wait, that's Women .
I am in my Second year of torture.
People say I'm Kind, fun loving, the perfect angel *Coughs* Alright. Bullsh-t out of the way they say I'm snarky, rebellious, aloof, a bit stand offish. That's about when I stop listening. .
My tattoo is smack dab in myforehead! No. No way, it's a moderate sized cross tattooed on the back of my hand. Hurt like a b***h..
I like fighting quickly, no bullshit, no flamboyance; I use dual wielded blades in order to parry and advance but I keep a set of poisoned throwing knives at my waist in case I ever need a bit of range or have an opening .
I always carry around my set of two blades, named Ebony & Glacier.
My personal abilities besides enhanced senses? Well, I'm working on night vision, but my true talent lies in bending the Abyss. Rather, controlling my Ethereal presence; it's a tad difficult.. But by imagining the Abyss, an alternate plain I can begin to seep into another plain of reality; my physical body starts to appear as mere wisps. Almost like smoke, clumped up and swirling as I move; I asked around and it feels weird to be near it or to even be touched by the Ethereal wisps, almost as if they were being pulled into the Abyss. This form can't be damaged by any physical strikes, but magical assaults tend to harm my Ethereal form. Wind is the worst.. Blowing apart my wisps, almost tearing me in half. Thank god I can counteract it now.
My Weakness is heavy range combat, damn firearms. I can't handle a lot of magic; but substance magic I can deal with, enemies with heavy armor bother the hell out of me. My attacks just aren't very strong; they're meant to cut down enemies quickly. Another problem I have is with heavy hits, I'm quite.. Light. One good solid hit with a hammer and I'm out like a light.
I swore to protect Adelaide Chancler.
My Story is a short one, no real reason for me to be the a** that I am but hey. Someone's got to take that roll, right? Anyway, it all started out when my Vampire of a father couldn't keep it in his pants. He had met this wandering traveler, a girl that's profession seemed to be to attract the eyes of men wherever she went; of course, my father, ever the cunning man decided to woo her. I'm not so certain about the scientifical aspects, about what a Vampire has to do to impregnate a Human.. Or vice versa; but I guess that's just what happened. But here's where it gets odd, unlike most Knight pregancies (Or so I'm told, apparently most of my friends are missing a parent) my Father stuck around when he found out he was having a son. The woman, who typically traveled (With some bear too..) remained sedentary when she discovered that she had grown pregnant. She put her travel plans on hold, and held up with my Father for the duration of the pregnancy; my parents.. They never really talk much about love to me, and it's hard to tell from my own perspective. After all, I was enlisted into training shortly after.
There were talks about how half Humans and half Vampires had a chance at a greater life, or rather, a great opportunity; and that was to eventually become a Blood Guardian for a royal highborn. Seeing this opportunity, my Father pushed me towards it almost immediately; and while I do get to see him from time to time, the majority of my days consist of training and ditching, said training. I got my first year of High School training all covered up now, hopefully I can find some source of entertainment for the second; my Royal, from the first year manages to provide a bit of that but she get's a tad bit boring. Wind manipulation, seriously?
Oh, And also I like music, and tend to block others out with it. Don't be offended; I don't hate you personally, I just hate every other person. Oh.. And I can cook, but hey, I'm not offering..
