-- samuel anthony angelo: brother to starlight --
riddled with a sadness unfelt by most, and ripped from an earthbound home where he'd hoped to wither and die--to join a wife torn from the world by senseless murder, samuel angelo was forced to live. walk. breathe.
aged three years passed his younger sister payton, he'd spent most of his life watching out for her; guiding her to sleep with tales of night-skies and heroistic tales, so that she might find some peace in a home that was anything but.
despite nearly a year gone by where he'd had no idea what had come of his little sister, and no contact to be had, all anger was left in the face of anguish, and the arrival of the starlit girl in a dream of his; tinged with all things julia, and none of it touchable.
he'd come to find that everything he knew, of life on earth and in manhattan, would have to be cast aside to survive in a land where fairy-tales walked, and nightmares were real. despite the strength he felt from a sister (bound for a higher destiny that even he'd come to learn when arriving), it was a fine line he walked--
to live, or die?
the boy chose living; his sister may have saved his life-body that autumn, but a certain pretender, a violet-girl saved his life-soul...
~:~
life carries on in the people i meet,
and everyone that is out on the street:
in all the dogs and cats.
and the flies and rats.
in the rot and the rust;
in the ashes and the dust.
life carries on and on
(and on and on...)
life carries on and on
(and on.)
(i grieve...)
~:~
general appearance ditty:
samuel is six feet tall; 155 pounds. near identical to his sister: blue-blue
eyes and light-light skin; hair shaded similar to soil. rather unobtrusive;
dressing mostly in ratty, loose and low-slung jeans or cords, and in these cooler
months, was found in tee's paired with thermal shirts, a trusty hoodie, and
military-grade boots.
character noteables that affect play:
samuel is wrapped in a life 4/mind 4/spirit 4 rote ("protect all others"),
which protects body, spirit and mind from most general attacks, mind-readings,
and soul tampering. the life rote essentially creates a shell around his skin:
it can still be punctured, cut, what have you, but it is three times harder
to GET through, than normal skin. the mind rote blocks against thought-reading,
or mind-links. the spirit rote protects against any general dreamwalking
or soul possessions (or whatever else freaky shit is out there in the land of
FF-meets-WW). please note the word "general" -- he is not untouchable.
there are very evident and obvious scars running the inside lengths of both his forearms: deep, death-wishing purple that stretched from wrist to elbow.
sam works full time at the Lax Satellite Bar.
"no, i didn't write on her skin. honest."
( picture credit: brandon boyd of incubus: eye shading via
PSP 7. eye-shading on top & bottom pictures is courtesy of lynnay! spliced
picture half is marguerite moreau--splice itself done by kit.
yes, i realize everyone and their mother uses this guy for a char pic-- until
you can find me a mid-20s age male who looks VERY CLOSE IN APPEARANCE to rachael
leigh cook, hush up.
page title credit: duran duran.
lyrical credit: peter gabriel.
character based off of white wolf--mage: the ascension and wraith: the oblivion.
)