Post by ryan on Oct 26, 2010 15:03:51 GMT -5
Name: Samuel Cainson
Age:17
Race:Human
Occupation:Hunter
Allegiance:Independent
Physical Description: Samuel is a very short teenager. He stands at a measly five foot eight inches tall. He is not ashamed of his height, and is actually rather very confident, in spite of his small stature. Even though he is small, he uses his size to his advantage. He is an extremely fast teenager, and even is actually incredibly strong. He is however burdened with a scar across his face. He got this scar from hunting wolves once, and was attacked by three of them. He was lucky to get away with just that.
Samuel's hair is cut extremely short, he keeps it this way for a reason. In his mind, hair is useless. All it does is get in the way, and due to his athletic nature, short hair keeps him cool. While out Samuel is usually seen wearing some short sleeve vest, with a random colored undershirt, and a pair of leather pants. Around his entire body he holds random pouches, and pockets that hold various items. His most revealing asset is a re-curve short bow on his back, with a quiver of arrows next to it.
Personality: Even though his father drills him with lessons, and is strict, Samuel still upholds a playful spirit. He likes to mess around, and is known as somewhat of a prankster. Which can lead him into trouble. This is probably Samuel's greatest weakness. He lacks the strict patience of his father, which tends to get him in some sort of sticky situation. He cares for his friends a great deal, and spends the majority of his time with them, whenever he is not out hunting.
Samuel tends to become the leader of his group of friends. He is always coming up with some sort of idea to trick someone, or go have some sort of fun. He likes to live in the moment, and likes to think on his feet. He's not much of an intellectual one. He is not dumb, just never thinks his ideas all the way through, and for him that is how he wants to live.
History: Born into a mediocre family, Samuel's mother stays home to tend to the house, like most wives do, while his father hunts. He is extremely good at what he does too. He never comes home without some sort of catch for the day. He is an extremely patient man, and knows the forest as well as anyone you will ever meet. At a young age Samuel spent much of his time with his mother, his father was always out in the forest, Samuel admired this.
He would always run up to his father when he returned, asking if he had killed a bear, or some other monstrous creature. Every time he seemed disappointed. "I don't hunt for bears, son. Deer are more efficient to kill! They're faster, and smarter. Bears are a waste of time, and to much effort." A speech he would get every day of his life. When Samuel turned thirteen he began his own training
Everyday his father would come into his room, wake him up, and drag him outside. He be there for hours on end. Shooting a bow at nothing but a target on a tree. He had to learn the 'basics' first, his father said. He had to prove he was worthy of going out on a trip to the woods. One feat of Samuel, though, was that he did not give up. He never would. He'd go out every morning with his dad, and work on the skills of becoming a hunter. The one trait he slacked in though was his patience. He did not like sitting there over a period of time. He would rather run around looking for animals, rather then sit there and wait for one.
But as he grew older, and began to mature he was able to grow more patient. When he was fifteen his father decided he was ready. The two of them embarked on this journey early in the morning. They set up camp, and decided to stay out for more then just a night. They wanted to go back with more then just a single deer. Samuel had to have his first kill. The second day they were out there Samuel had received his chance. They sat motionless, watching the bait hang from a tree. An average sized deer made it's way slowly too it. Samuel readied his bow.
As it slowly began to lick away at the bait, a swoosh could be heard. A few moments later, the deer was on the ground, laying motionless. There was something about killing the creature that gave Samuel power. It was not pleasure, but more like motivation. He had finally seen all of his training pay off. The two contempt with their catches headed for him. Samuel's father was very proud of him, and as months went on, Samuel was allowed to go out on his own. He was becoming more and more independent, which lead to his very first life threatening situation.
He was out hunting again, he had just killed a deer. Like he had done tons of times before. He was becoming as skilled as his father. As he made his way toward the deer, he could hear a low growl in the bushes by the deer. A group of three wolves appeared. They could either smell the dead animal, or it was just coincidence that they were passing through. Samuel dropped to a quick knee and withdrew another arrow and notched it. He drew back the bow, and the three began to charge. He let the arrow fly through the air, he missed. He quickly began to turn and try to run. If he could climb a tree, or find somewhere to hide he would be safe.
But before he even took a few more steps, they had pounced. He was now laying on his back, at the mercy of three bloodthirsty wolves. He grabbed the one who's head was next to his face snapping away. His hands were locked on both sides of his head, using all the strength he could, he snapped the neck as hard as he could. A crunch could be heard, and the body of the wolf landed on top of him. As soon as he hoisted the dead animal off of him, he felt a claw slash his face, blood began to trickle down his cheek. The pain was excruciating.
He quickly snatched out his hunting knife and stood his ground. The two were in front of him now. Both jumped, which in turn made Samuel jump to his left. Hacking away toward one of the wolves. Another dead body hit the ground. Now it was one on one. The wolf slowly began to retreat. Samuel was lucky, his wound was distracting him, and he needed to rest. He quickly recovered his belongings, and made his way back to the house. His father scolded him when he heard the story. Telling him it was dumb to try and fight them, to provoke them. Samuel agreed. But he was his own person, and he was soon going to be old enough to leave, and make his own decisions.
Roleplaying Sample:
The gasps of the villagers could be heard as an average sized man walked up into the town. His staff planted itself into the ground, sending up a small amount of dirt. As the questions began to bombard the man, he just sighed. He was not here to answer questions, nor was he here to tell stories. He had only one reason, and that was to find Yuna, his daughter. Ever since he felt life again, he had not been able to meet up with his daughter. This was the first place he decided to check, for various reasons. He would travel the roads again, making route to the temples once more, like he was re-newing his pilgrimage.
His multi-colored robes stood out in the crowd. The reds, purples, blues and silvers all seemed to flow together. Creating a superior image of the man. His golden tipped staff was held in his right hand, and his odd shaped hat continued to rest upon his head. He still maintained the image of a High Summoner, because he still held that rank.
"Yes, yes, Sin is gone. Yes, of course. No, that did not happen," He circled around, trying to answer as many questions as he could. He figured that if he didn't answer the questions the villagers would turn angry. The eternal calm was still hard to believe in the eyes of the people of Spira, but it was true. Sin was surely gone. There was really no need to worry anymore, creatures still lingered among the roads, and were still a threat, but they were nothing compared to the destructiveness that Sin once was.
"I am looking for my daughter, Lady Yuna, is she here?" The crowd went silent, mutters could be heard, and finally one spoke up.
"No, sorry. She is not," He reluctantly answered.
Lord Braska just grinned, they somewhat hesitant to disappoint the man. He was not surprised that he did not find her here. She was still as important, if not more, than anyone else in Spira, and there were still things that needed tending too. He was just surprised that even after witnessing everyone else return that she had not gone to search for him. But of course, for all he knew she was looking for him, the two just had yet to meet up. "Very well, I must visit the temple, and then I shall be on my way. If you will excuse me, I will gladly answer any questions, and share my tale with you before I embark on my journey. But now, I must pray," he announced with a bow, and in front of him a clearing seemed to appear.
Stepping from the crowd was a major relief for the summoner, he did not enjoy being surrounded, to be pounded by hundreds of questions. During his pilgrimage many just ignored him, doubting his abilities. He was not used to the new reputation he had. He was seen as a hero now, not as a joke. People respected the man, even envied him. Before he was just another summoner who would fail. Shaking his head as he continued to walk. Right now all he wanted to do was see a familiar face.
Age:17
Race:Human
Occupation:Hunter
Allegiance:Independent
Physical Description: Samuel is a very short teenager. He stands at a measly five foot eight inches tall. He is not ashamed of his height, and is actually rather very confident, in spite of his small stature. Even though he is small, he uses his size to his advantage. He is an extremely fast teenager, and even is actually incredibly strong. He is however burdened with a scar across his face. He got this scar from hunting wolves once, and was attacked by three of them. He was lucky to get away with just that.
Samuel's hair is cut extremely short, he keeps it this way for a reason. In his mind, hair is useless. All it does is get in the way, and due to his athletic nature, short hair keeps him cool. While out Samuel is usually seen wearing some short sleeve vest, with a random colored undershirt, and a pair of leather pants. Around his entire body he holds random pouches, and pockets that hold various items. His most revealing asset is a re-curve short bow on his back, with a quiver of arrows next to it.
Personality: Even though his father drills him with lessons, and is strict, Samuel still upholds a playful spirit. He likes to mess around, and is known as somewhat of a prankster. Which can lead him into trouble. This is probably Samuel's greatest weakness. He lacks the strict patience of his father, which tends to get him in some sort of sticky situation. He cares for his friends a great deal, and spends the majority of his time with them, whenever he is not out hunting.
Samuel tends to become the leader of his group of friends. He is always coming up with some sort of idea to trick someone, or go have some sort of fun. He likes to live in the moment, and likes to think on his feet. He's not much of an intellectual one. He is not dumb, just never thinks his ideas all the way through, and for him that is how he wants to live.
History: Born into a mediocre family, Samuel's mother stays home to tend to the house, like most wives do, while his father hunts. He is extremely good at what he does too. He never comes home without some sort of catch for the day. He is an extremely patient man, and knows the forest as well as anyone you will ever meet. At a young age Samuel spent much of his time with his mother, his father was always out in the forest, Samuel admired this.
He would always run up to his father when he returned, asking if he had killed a bear, or some other monstrous creature. Every time he seemed disappointed. "I don't hunt for bears, son. Deer are more efficient to kill! They're faster, and smarter. Bears are a waste of time, and to much effort." A speech he would get every day of his life. When Samuel turned thirteen he began his own training
Everyday his father would come into his room, wake him up, and drag him outside. He be there for hours on end. Shooting a bow at nothing but a target on a tree. He had to learn the 'basics' first, his father said. He had to prove he was worthy of going out on a trip to the woods. One feat of Samuel, though, was that he did not give up. He never would. He'd go out every morning with his dad, and work on the skills of becoming a hunter. The one trait he slacked in though was his patience. He did not like sitting there over a period of time. He would rather run around looking for animals, rather then sit there and wait for one.
But as he grew older, and began to mature he was able to grow more patient. When he was fifteen his father decided he was ready. The two of them embarked on this journey early in the morning. They set up camp, and decided to stay out for more then just a night. They wanted to go back with more then just a single deer. Samuel had to have his first kill. The second day they were out there Samuel had received his chance. They sat motionless, watching the bait hang from a tree. An average sized deer made it's way slowly too it. Samuel readied his bow.
As it slowly began to lick away at the bait, a swoosh could be heard. A few moments later, the deer was on the ground, laying motionless. There was something about killing the creature that gave Samuel power. It was not pleasure, but more like motivation. He had finally seen all of his training pay off. The two contempt with their catches headed for him. Samuel's father was very proud of him, and as months went on, Samuel was allowed to go out on his own. He was becoming more and more independent, which lead to his very first life threatening situation.
He was out hunting again, he had just killed a deer. Like he had done tons of times before. He was becoming as skilled as his father. As he made his way toward the deer, he could hear a low growl in the bushes by the deer. A group of three wolves appeared. They could either smell the dead animal, or it was just coincidence that they were passing through. Samuel dropped to a quick knee and withdrew another arrow and notched it. He drew back the bow, and the three began to charge. He let the arrow fly through the air, he missed. He quickly began to turn and try to run. If he could climb a tree, or find somewhere to hide he would be safe.
But before he even took a few more steps, they had pounced. He was now laying on his back, at the mercy of three bloodthirsty wolves. He grabbed the one who's head was next to his face snapping away. His hands were locked on both sides of his head, using all the strength he could, he snapped the neck as hard as he could. A crunch could be heard, and the body of the wolf landed on top of him. As soon as he hoisted the dead animal off of him, he felt a claw slash his face, blood began to trickle down his cheek. The pain was excruciating.
He quickly snatched out his hunting knife and stood his ground. The two were in front of him now. Both jumped, which in turn made Samuel jump to his left. Hacking away toward one of the wolves. Another dead body hit the ground. Now it was one on one. The wolf slowly began to retreat. Samuel was lucky, his wound was distracting him, and he needed to rest. He quickly recovered his belongings, and made his way back to the house. His father scolded him when he heard the story. Telling him it was dumb to try and fight them, to provoke them. Samuel agreed. But he was his own person, and he was soon going to be old enough to leave, and make his own decisions.
Roleplaying Sample:
The gasps of the villagers could be heard as an average sized man walked up into the town. His staff planted itself into the ground, sending up a small amount of dirt. As the questions began to bombard the man, he just sighed. He was not here to answer questions, nor was he here to tell stories. He had only one reason, and that was to find Yuna, his daughter. Ever since he felt life again, he had not been able to meet up with his daughter. This was the first place he decided to check, for various reasons. He would travel the roads again, making route to the temples once more, like he was re-newing his pilgrimage.
His multi-colored robes stood out in the crowd. The reds, purples, blues and silvers all seemed to flow together. Creating a superior image of the man. His golden tipped staff was held in his right hand, and his odd shaped hat continued to rest upon his head. He still maintained the image of a High Summoner, because he still held that rank.
"Yes, yes, Sin is gone. Yes, of course. No, that did not happen," He circled around, trying to answer as many questions as he could. He figured that if he didn't answer the questions the villagers would turn angry. The eternal calm was still hard to believe in the eyes of the people of Spira, but it was true. Sin was surely gone. There was really no need to worry anymore, creatures still lingered among the roads, and were still a threat, but they were nothing compared to the destructiveness that Sin once was.
"I am looking for my daughter, Lady Yuna, is she here?" The crowd went silent, mutters could be heard, and finally one spoke up.
"No, sorry. She is not," He reluctantly answered.
Lord Braska just grinned, they somewhat hesitant to disappoint the man. He was not surprised that he did not find her here. She was still as important, if not more, than anyone else in Spira, and there were still things that needed tending too. He was just surprised that even after witnessing everyone else return that she had not gone to search for him. But of course, for all he knew she was looking for him, the two just had yet to meet up. "Very well, I must visit the temple, and then I shall be on my way. If you will excuse me, I will gladly answer any questions, and share my tale with you before I embark on my journey. But now, I must pray," he announced with a bow, and in front of him a clearing seemed to appear.
Stepping from the crowd was a major relief for the summoner, he did not enjoy being surrounded, to be pounded by hundreds of questions. During his pilgrimage many just ignored him, doubting his abilities. He was not used to the new reputation he had. He was seen as a hero now, not as a joke. People respected the man, even envied him. Before he was just another summoner who would fail. Shaking his head as he continued to walk. Right now all he wanted to do was see a familiar face.
