Samson Aeneas

[Samson]

Name: Samson Aeneas
Nicknames: Nothing that is used with any real consistency, Samson will answer to pretty much anything, including a simple ‘Oi, you!’
Race:Werewolf – Bitten.
Occupation: Pack Member – Jack of all trades.
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Caucasian
Age: 374; but looks to be in his late twenties, early thirties.
Clothing: Samson prefers block colour items of clothing. He rarely wears something that has more than two colours per item of clothing, and the brighter and almost garish the colours, the better. He loves wearing a brown leather coat and will pair it with most, if not all of his outfits. He often wears layers of clothing on his upper body, at least two shirts and his coat. Sneakers complete his mishmash look, which despite the colour clashing, somehow seems to work on him.
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 168lbs
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: None.
Jewellery: He sometimes wears a single embroidery thread bracelet on his right wrist.
Body Modifications: Several medium sized and unexplained scars litter his body. The mark that resulted in his turning faded away into nothing as it was not made by teeth or claw.

Wolf Form[/u]
Build: Strong, muscular body built for upright movement and fighting as opposed to speed. He relies on brute strength and impact-attacks to end a fight quickly, using his weight as a weapon. His upper body is more bulky than his lower. His front paws have elongated, almost finger like digits with wicked sharp claws. A very wolf like face, with a narrow muzzle.
Height: Bipedal:- 7’4”
Weight: 300lbs
Hair: A thick and silky black pelt covers his whole body. There is increased hair growth on the back of his legs and arms, as well a thick mane.
Eyes: Black.
Defining Marks: No tail. Long and very sharp claws on his front paws only.

Pack[/u]
Pack: Rayne
Position: Pack Member
Territory: None

Hair[/u]
Length: Just above his ears.
Style: Sticks up all over the place.
Color: Light brown, although it can look darker in places.

Facial Hair[/u]
Length: None.
Style: Very occasional stubble.

Eyes[/u]
Color: Blue
Oddities: When scared, threatened, angry or playful they will turn their supernatural black.

Personality: Cocky, childish and full of himself sum up Samson Aeneas perfectly. He is a practical joker, who seems to determined to live each day fully, as well as refusing to take life seriously. He doesn’t do well with any type of responsibility, shirking it and much preferring to do something juvenile and silly instead.

Samson has a very random personality, and his behaviour shifts rapidly from moment to moment. He doesn’t really believe in holding grudges and will forgive people most things. He also accepts most things without much more than a slight lifting of the eyebrow, the werewolf easily adapting to new ideas and knowledge. It takes a lot to truly surprise him.

Although he is in no way lazy or stupid, Samson has a very short attention span and flitters from project to project, loosing interest in something within weeks, days, sometimes even hours. When he is interested in a topic or subject he fixes said subject with the full focus of himself, intensely immersing himself in it. His current interest is history and he adores bugging Charlotte Brooks, the pack’s resident historian.

When Samson is not actively trying to annoy you he is very funny and amusing. At first meeting, he comes across as simply obnoxious, trying to drive you insane. Those that stick around after the first meeting learn new levels to his personality – while still annoying, at his core he has a good heart and can be quite loyal to those who earn it. If you become Samson’s friend, you are his friend for life and he will do pretty much anything for his friends. Even though he can be annoying, Samson does have a very good sense of humour and takes any jokes at his expense well. He also seems to have a good relationship with women, getting close to them easily – unless he is attracted to them, in which case he is rather bumbling.

The fate of his parents weights heavily on his mind although he doesn’t allow this to show. Samson is haunted by the lack of knowledge he has regarding their fate, as well as the reasons behind his own scars and his overall missing five years. He feels guilty that he has survived and is living without learning what happened to them, as if he has failed them.

Weaknesses: Like all of his species, he has a fatal allergy to silver and can die if stabbed with it or should he suffer contact with it for too long a time. His intensely short attention span could be considered a weakness, as his attention could be diverted at a crucial point. His somewhat obnoxious personality could reflect negatively on him. Although he knows how to fight to a degree, he is in no way a pack fighter and would fare poorly on his own. The memory of his parents could easily be used against him.

Abilities: Relatively immortal, he has heightened abilities, such as speed, agility, stamina, strength. All of his senses are off the chart, as is the increased tolerance to pain and rapid healing. He has the ability to easily pick up new skills as well as an uncanny ability to actually be rather good at them. Samson can play the guitar, paint and write decent poetry although he has done none of these for several years, if not decades. He is a skilled gymnastic, knowing many complex leaps, flips and tricks, both with and without props such as a trapeze. Can speak Greek, Turkish and English. Knows a decent amount about history. Is a semi reasonable fighter with his knife, although he has never expressed a wish to really know how to fight.

Weapons: Despite having no ties to Nepal, Samson carries a traditional knife from there, a ‘Kukris’.

Prized Possessions: Nothing besides what memories he has of his family.

Home(s): The Four Seasons, with the rest of the pack.

History: Samson’s mother was the daughter of a well respected Greek family. Because of her status it was expected she would marry a rich and noble man from a family of equal rank in order to carry on both lines. Unfortunately the man chosen by her father, while being rich and from a well to do family was not a good match for the strong willed Helena, the woman disgusted by his mean and cruel habits. She revolted against the arranged marriage, trying everything she could think of to escape but was unable to. On the night of her marriage she was raped by her ‘husband’, and fled the next day with nothing but the clothes on her back. She was dismayed to find herself pregnant but saw it just another reason to keep running – she dreaded to think what would happen to her son in the life she had left.

The birth itself was exceedingly difficult, Helena alone and without any basic medical aid. After several painful hours she gave birth to her only son; Samson. A man calling himself Assai arrived on the scene and was at once taken by Helena’s beauty. In her weak state she confessed everything and begged him to look after her son – she preferred risking him with a stranger than allowing him to return to her family who would simply use him. Awed by the love she felt for her son despite his father, Assai revealed himself to be a werewolf, biting Helena in order to give her more time with her child. Although he had originally turned her for that reason only, Assai found himself drawn to Helena and she to him. She knew that the good she had felt instinctively in him at their first meeting was really there and within a few years of Samson’s birth they became mates, Assai having always been considered Samson’s real ‘father’.

The small family roamed throughout Greece and then Turkey, Assai’s homeland. The two never talked about the fact Samson was still human, both privately wanting to wait until he was older before offering him the choice. Such a choice was denied him however as in a similar fate to that of his mother, he was stricken ill around his thirteenth birthday. The young teenager grew progressively sicker and sicker, refusing to respond to any treatment. In despair, Assai and Helena agreed the only way to save their son was to turn him, even though they both felt he was too young. At death’s door, Helena cut open both his and her palm, mixing werewolf blood with his own.

Having waited for so long before turning him, the two feared that it was too late, as he at first didn’t improve. The wolf blood clearly mixed with his own however and after a while he came out of his fevered hallucinations. Samson took the news that he was different now surprisingly well for one as young as he was, explaining that he had known all his life what his parents were – he just hadn’t realised he was different, expecting to become like them when he became an adult. Samson had never truly thought of himself as a human.

Life returned to its similar ease, the family roaming happily through the two counties, the parents teaching Samson everything they could about his new nature. They didn’t believe in keeping secrets from him, or ugly truths and it was here that he learnt Assai was not his true father. This knowledge made no difference to Samson, the young boy remarkably mature for his age. For over two hundred and fifty years his life passed in this manner.

One day Samson woke to find himself in a bed he didn’t know, a house he had never seen, and a town he had never heard of. Unexplained scars littered his body and try as he might, he couldn’t locate his parents in the town, either by sight or scent. The owner of the house, an elderly man, explained that he had found Samson almost dead in a ditch outside his home, badly beaten. He took him in and cared for him until he woke. To Samson’s horror he learnt that it was now five years since his last memory and worse the man had no idea where his parents were. Samson remained with the man and the village for a few more weeks before leaving one night, unable to bear the curious looks and the constant reminders of what he was now missing.

Samson’s personality shifted dramatically after this. He almost began to live the childhood he had never really experienced, content to appear childish and irrelevant. He turned away from the unexplained recent past and fled to America, confused and hurting on the inside, his cheerful attitude little more than a mask.

It was in America that he ran into a Russian family owned circus. With nowhere else to go, Samson joined the circus, working on a variety of jobs instead the circus from clown to loin tamer before trying out as a gymnast. He took to it almost at once and for a number of years he appeared content to preform in front of crowds, adoring the attention. Eventually however the pull of being with other wolves was just too strong and reluctantly he left the circus and the family he had found there, to carry on his wanderings, looking for a home.

He then came across the pack that is now led by Rayne and Dante, joining it and apparently content to live life as a joker.