Post by .Sam.Winchester!!!!!!! on Jul 20, 2009 15:50:35 GMT -5
WINCHESTER, SAMANTHA-ISABELLA
[/size][/size][/color][/center]LIKE a NATURAL disaster...
[/size][/size][/center]Name:Samantha (Sam) Winchester
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthday: June 13th
Face Claim: Nikki Reed
ARE you BRAVE enough TO face YOUR fears?!
Appearance:
Sam tops off at 6'2" tall and weighs 149 lbs (don't ask her about it though). She has several scars all over her body from various fights, predominantly three long scars over her right shoulder and back from a werewolf's claws that she received in an attack when she was fourteen years old, and she has a watch that contains an illusion spell to hide them. Her clothing style is relaxed and comfortable, something that doesn't look out of place on a Texas ranch. Her favorite things are her cowboy hat and black motorcycle boots. She has dark brown hair that falls only a little below her shoulders and can be quite messy as she has it layered. Her bands have a tendency to fall into her eyes sometimes. Her eyes are dark green in color.
Personality:
Fierce and independant, Sam doesn't care what anyone thinks of her. She's known for sarcastic humor, her temper, and her stubborn streak. She has a filter, but she usually ignores it. She's intelligent and a smartass. Her kick-ass attitude is her major personality point. She tends to come across a little too strongly in this manner and it tends to drive people away. She has major issues with authority figures and isn't afraid to kick ass if she needs. All of this hides the lonely, outsider she was growing up. She doesn't relate well to people who don't really understand her. Her temper is very strong, sometimes too strong. She gets angry very easily. She will jump into things without thinking when she's frustrated, but is very analytical when she puts her mind to it and is very intelligent. She tends to see things in shades of grey when it comes to legal matters, but black and white when it comes to good and evil. She's haunted by things in her past. She loves her brother and sister, but hates the stigma and stereotype that's been attached to being a demon.
Strengths [[at least 3]]:
-Loyalty
-Protectiveness
-Tenacity and Strength
Weaknesses [[at least 3]]:
-Outsider
-Doesn't relate well to others
-Doesn't reach out
-Temper
-Stubborn
Fears:
-Being hurt by others
-Being hunted down
-Her family being hurt
-Falling in love
Location: New York
THEY can CARE less AS long AS someone BLEEDS!!!
Species: Demon
Element: Water (various forms)
History:
Sam was born in Galveston, TX and that's where her heart remains. She's the eldest child of the Winchester demon family and had a lot of pressure on her from very early on to excel and make a name for herself. This lead to friction and resentment between her and her parents during her childhood, especially after her younger brother and sister were born when she was eight. This resentment grew it became obvious that things came very naturally to her younger siblings while Sam had to work extremely hard to get to something. She eventually got frustrated with her home life and ran away at the age of ten, living on the streets and living alone.
At the age of fourteen, her parents caught up to her and confronted her about coming home and the reasons behind her decision to leave. Sam attributed it to the fact that she never felt like she belonged and the immense pressure she was under. Eventually, they managed to persuade her to come home with them, however, a rogue werewolf attacked them, injuring Sam and killing both her parents, who took the wolf down with them. She was extremely shaken by the incident and eventually returned home where her siblings were living with their grandfather. Sam feels she owes it to her parents to keep living and fighting while they were killed. She recently graduated from college and has gotten a job as a historian with the American Museum of Natural History in New York
Clan/Pack/Clique: None
I can FEEL the PRESSURE now...
[/size][/size]RP Sample:
Sam wandered through the forest with no purpose other than the intent to enjoy the quiet scene around her. While she hated the nearly-constant rainfall, the dense green that surrounded her was the most beautiful thing in the world, especially after a rainshower. The greenery helped her take her mind out of the plasma and fiberoptic modern world and back into the horse-drawn carriage and ball gown world of the mid 18th century that she'd grown up in. She stopped, coming upon a small clearing that seemed to be walled by fallen logs. She walked forward again, finding the driest log and sitting on it, examining her feet and the soaked pant-legs of her jeans.
She thought of Henry Whitlock, the man she'd married, the one she never thought she would ever be able to love. But, love him she did, and though they had no children (the two pregnancies she'd had ended up in miscarriages, much to her husband's family's disappointment, but, if she'd had longer, if they'd had longer, they would have produced an heir sooner or later. But alas, cruel fate had intervened, Henry's enemies in Parliament, the whole lot of cowards, had hired thugs to kill them, and for the most part they were successful, except for the fact that they accidentally left her alive, but on the brink of death. It was enough to bring that vampire... George... something running. After those three burning days, she'd arisen, filled with newborn bloodlust and a burning desire for revenge... however, she wouldn't remember who she wanted to avenge until several years later when the newborn status had waned and she was more herself again than the ravenous monster she'd been before.
Of course, by then she and George had fled the country after a large and very splashy news article about the gory, mysterious, grizzly deaths of certain influential members of Parliament a mere three days after the suspicious deaths one Lord Henry Whitlock and his lovely wife Lady Samantha. The servant-girl who'd discovered the terrifying scene had recalled that one of the men was still alive and had been babbling in a mad fashion about seeing an apparition in the form of Lady Samantha. She couldn't have been alive, because she'd been killed of course and there'd been a certain otherworldly presence to her that had turned her into some kind of avenging angel or whatnot.
Sam looked down at her hands. Many years had passed, centuries even, and her Henry was still dead and gone nearly three hundred years ago, George was gone too, after she'd had a change of heart about her diet, he'd gotten disgusted with her and went south to stake a claim in Mexico and she'd been alone until coming to Forks. She had a coven now, but felt a bit alienated, she didn't know the others all that well, though she wanted to, it just... made her lonely to see them with their mates, reminding her each day of the man she'd lost so long ago. Thinking about him upset her and she brought her knees to her chest, hugging them and burying her face in the dark blue denim, dry-sobbing as she longed for her husband.
(Sam Whitlock, Life is Very Long, EPOCH~Twilight
How'd you hear of us?: NOXXY
Will you be active?: Bleh, there's a lot of stuff going down with me right now, I can try
Do you have any other characters on here?: Not Yet
Have you RP-ed this character before?: Eh, sort of
