Post by Samson Lewis on Jun 22, 2017 21:23:17 GMT -5
Played by: Brighteye
Name: Samson Lewis
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
House: Aldarus
Classes: Psionics and the Mind, Magical Creatures, Astronomy I
Occupation: Student | First Year
Likes: He loves animals. While, yes, animals can be dangerous, if respected they can be wonderful companions. They are quiet and don’t expect him to make small talk or converse about things he’d rather leave unsaid. He also enjoys learning for the sake of knowledge, though he keeps that opinion to himself; he learned from school bullies that to appear too knowledgeable – while also being as timid as he is – is a good way to put a target on your back. On that same vein, he can be found holed away somewhere reading, studying, or even writing – generally acts of solitude. He enjoys chocolate and juice, two luxury items he rarely was able to have before coming to this academy. However, his absolute favorite thing is locks on doors. They allow privacy and safety, something he has never taken for granted. It also allows him the ability to create the lines that bleed and relieves the tension and emotions that he is incapable of expressing.
Dislikes: He dislikes all forms of conflict. He does not argue, not even if he knows the person is wrong. Samson may attempt to say a small comment, to try to refute whatever the person says, but he does his absolute best to avoid outright contradicting or telling a person no. He will never, not even to protect himself, raise a hand in violence. He abhors all things violent, and will often flinch away from those that would do harm – but he will allow others to hurt him without restraint. He dislikes mind-altering substances, such as drugs or alcohol, due to his mothers’ habits. He avoids anyone in possession of such items. He also hates nicknames, preferring to use – and be called by – full, proper names. He hates having a roommate and the lack of privacy it affords him, especially since he is plagued by nightmares.
Strengths: He can literally clean anything. Years of being his mothers’ housekeeper and being beaten for the smallest error has made him meticulous in that area. Even now, in the dorms, he keeps his space extremely tidy. Samson is a decent study – mostly because he does not like being wrong or unknowledgeable. He is very responsible and is always willing to take the blame – even for things he did not do or is not, actually, responsible for.
Weaknesses: He believes that his at fault for anything and everything; give him enough time and he will find a way to make it his fault the sun goes down at night. Samson is a recluse and prefers to avoid people as much as possible. This leads him to skip as many meals as possible – which isn’t a terrible burden for him, since he is not used to large amounts of food anyway – and hide himself away. He has a hard time expressing himself; he is very familiar with fear and pain, but he is not familiar with more positive emotions – or how to handle them. This leads to him harming himself to relieve the pressure of emotions. He also suffers from PTSD from his mother, causing him to be unwilling to be touched and have nightmares.
Fears: He is terrified that he will always be bad, not good enough. His mother has given him a complex that makes him believe that being wrong equals being bad, so anything less than perfection – an impossibility – is bad and, therefore, he is bad. He wants, desperately, to be good – to be worthy of his mothers’ love and affection, rather than her pain and malice – but he is afraid that will never happen.
Secret: He self-harms. He hides himself in clothing that have long sleeves, making sure the markings – of current and past cuts – cannot be seen. He avoids using the showers unless it is during a mealtime or extremely early or late, to avoid anyone seeing the scars – from both himself and others – riddling his body. He also doesn’t tell anyone that his mother is dead, and he has no idea who his father is.
Description: Samson stands at four feet eight inches and weighs ninety-nine pounds – which is definitely underweight, but unsurprising due to his upbringing. He has dark black hair, which is usually cut short. It’s normally somewhat neat, with bangs hanging loosely in his eyes. He always wears long sleeves – whether it is a shirt or a jacket – regardless of the weather. This is due to the scars – and sometimes wounds – that litter his arms; he knows that others won’t understand, so he hides them to the best of his ability.
Power(s): Samson has the power of pain manipulation, whether it is in himself or others. His ability allows him to suppress some, or all, physical pain that a person feels – he cannot affect anything emotional. It also allows him to increase or induce pain in another person – not that he would ever want to do something like that. He must be in physical contact with the person to increase or suppress their pain. He does not know the limitations to how much pain he can induce in another, as he is adamant about not using it. If he were to try, he is – at this moment in time – able to mimic the pain of large scale trauma over the course of an hour.
Belongings: He has a journal that he likes to write his thoughts and memories in, though he is careful to keep it hidden or with him, so that no one can steal it.
Personality: Samson is very soft spoken, and is kind of a push over. This isn't because he wants to be - not in the least. He never raises his voice above a soft conversational tone - not a whisper, but it isn't far from it. He has a habit of clearing his throat if he has to even attempt to get any louder - and usually it isn't much louder even then. He doesn't stand up for himself; if someone is bullying him he'll usually just stand there and take it - and he's had a lot of bullying. He won't show that the words strike home and cut deep - which they do - and usually ends up burying himself more into reading, studying, and writing to block the pain. He's gotten very good at distancing himself from unpleasant truths.
One of those unpleasant truths, however, he cannot distance himself from. His mother - the way she treated him and her death - has unfortunately cursed him with post-traumatic stress disorder. The emotional numbing that is aforementioned is part of the symptoms of his disorder. To add on top of that emotional numbing, he usually doesn't show any of the emotions he probably is feeling - just because he doesn't want to get hurt. He also has nightmares of his mother when she would beat him and of finding her dead. He still wakes up, feeling as if he were unclean for touching a dead body. Due to these uncomfortable dreams and feelings, he usually tosses and turns a lot of nights. Whenever a person drinks around him, he gets very uncomfortable - he most definitely links alcohol to these memories because his mother was a horrible alcoholic.
That doesn't mean he isn't a good kid. Under the shy, quiet, hidden-emotion barrier, he's pretty nice and exceptionally responsible. He's very tolerant of others and their problems - he has plenty, so how could he get offended or be inconsiderate to their own? He likes helping people, though he's afraid to reach out and initiate contact with people, for fear he'll just get hurt again. Samson doesn't mind helping students study or anything if they want it, but they'll need to make the first move on any part of the relationship. Samson is just too shy to even try to reach out to other people.
Samson doesn't understand emotions - not the good ones, anyways. He understands fear - it was a constant companion through his years, and even now it is close by - and he understands anger - his mother was always angry with him, so how could he not understand that too? Sorrow - there was plenty of that. But joy? Love? Friendship? All of that... is underdeveloped. Even if he does feel these emotions, he doesn't recognize them as what they are. The only things he recognizes are the emotions of fear and sorrow, and the feeling of pain. He is starved for affection of any kind.
However, he does feel affection for his mother - for all that he fears becoming her, he will defend and stand by what "mother taught him". This is similar to Stockholm syndrome, only in that it was his mother and not some random person. It does not help any that mothers are the most revered people in the family where he grew up - so mother is always right. He has to defend her - to outsiders, the family must be cohesive. They must stand together. Even after her death, he still feels the need to protect her, even when she does not need or deserve protection.
Samson takes all blame for himself. Always. Whenever anything bad happens, his brain twists and warps it into being his fault, no matter what. Someone got hurt? I did something that distracted them so they fell. Someone is crying? I need to learn how to speak better. It's raining? I guess I shouldn't have gone outside today. It is a twisted belief system, one that he has developed over years of living with his mother. She - quite literally - beat it into him that everything that happened - no dinner, his father not being around, not having enough money - was his fault. It was always his fault. He can never do right.
History: Samson is the son of Gabriel and Rebecca Lewis. It was a one night stand between the two, and Gabriel felt nothing for Rebecca - but she absolutely adored Gabriel (even though she was sixteen and he was thirteen). She actually, in the beginning, fabricated the pregnancy to try to get him to stay with her and support her - but it was a shocker when she found out it was actually the truth! Rebecca was very put out when she discovered that even being pregnant wouldn't keep him there - all she received was money every month to support herself and her growing baby. She considered abortion, but then concocted this wild scheme that if she had the baby, Gabriel would have to come back. Thus, Samson was born.
It was a rude awakening for Rebecca when even the birth of their son didn't return him to her side. She had even changed her name to Lewis - Gabriel's surname - to try to convince him of her dedication to him. Still nothing but money every month or so. Defeated, she turned to drinking when Samson was three - old enough that being left alone for a time wouldn't kill him (at least, in her mind). As he grew older, she grew worse. By the age of seven he was doing all the chores and trying to keep enough money out of her hands to get food and clothes for them. It worked for the most part - but their clothes were very cheap, not very durable outfits and their food wasn't the best. At least they were living, right?
During his childhood, as Rebecca fell further and further into alcoholic stupor, she grew more and more volatile. She'd hit Samson for the slightest offense - didn't say "Yes, mother" quickly enough, missed a spot on the floor, or maybe he burned part of dinner. Sometimes it would be for nothing except for "being the reason Gabriel left". This was, Samson believed, a lie - if his father wanted to be around he was sure that he would be. If his mother had always been like this - and as far as Samson knew, she had been - he didn't blame his father for not sticking around. She wasn't the best person. He loved her, but he also hated her.
So, from the age of about five to nine, his life wasn't the greatest (not to say any of the rest of his life was good). He had to endure more physical pain than most people will take in their lifetime. Sometimes it was just beatings - usually with a hand or belt, she wasn't very creative in her drunken rage. Others - very rarely - would she burn him; this was generally while he was cooking. He tried not to ever let her near him while he was cooking - usually doing this task when she was too far gone to care or sleeping off a hangover. Sometimes she used blades or broken bottles against him to make cuts and gashes - not like the belt didn't do that itself. Over time, his back and the backs of his arms and legs were riddled with scars. While that was where the majority of his scars are located, there are a few on his chest and the front of his arms and legs.
He does have some scars that were not created by his mother. He did them to himself, thinking he could end it all. He wasn't sufficient enough to run away - he would be caught or he would return of his own volition, and it would be much worse. He couldn't tell anyone - who would believe someone like him? So, he thought he would end it himself. He never managed to succeed though - all he managed to do was make more scars and more pain to live through. He wasn't brave enough to follow through with it, though he did attempt several times, throughout his late childhood.
At nine, they were kicked out of their home. This was because he hadn't managed to pilfer away enough money to pay the rent - and it hadn't been the first time he hadn't paid it, or had paid only a portion of it. With no where else to go, they went to Rebecca's parents - Samson's grandparents - home for a few weeks. During this time - the best time of Samson's life - his mother didn't drink. She was miserable, but she didn't yell at Samson or beat him - or worse, beg forgiveness and want to cuddle. All that changed back to the norm as soon as they found a home apart from his grandparents. There, things were the same as they had been for the last nine years of his life - her drinking away the money his father sent them while he tried to keep her from taking all of it.
School wasn’t much better. He was tormented and picked on quite often - he found his books covered in unknown substances, liquid upended over his notes, pages ripped out of his books - and he found himself drawing more and more into himself. He was the weird kid that no one wanted to talk to, and, because he didn’t make an effort and the bigger boys made an effort to make him miserable, no one tried.
That was his life. It was hell. Then, earlier this year, just two weeks before summer break ended his mother died. She was drunker than drunk and she fell down the stairs while Samson was cleaning and broke her neck (and her bottle of bourbon). Two days after Rebecca died, Samson was placed into a foster system. They managed to locate his father, a man named Gabriel Lewis, and the man took him in before enrolling him at the academy that he worked at.
Other: He is extremely depressing. Also, he is Miharu from Nabari No Ou.
RP Example: Nah.
Name: Samson Lewis
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
House: Aldarus
Classes: Psionics and the Mind, Magical Creatures, Astronomy I
Occupation: Student | First Year
Likes: He loves animals. While, yes, animals can be dangerous, if respected they can be wonderful companions. They are quiet and don’t expect him to make small talk or converse about things he’d rather leave unsaid. He also enjoys learning for the sake of knowledge, though he keeps that opinion to himself; he learned from school bullies that to appear too knowledgeable – while also being as timid as he is – is a good way to put a target on your back. On that same vein, he can be found holed away somewhere reading, studying, or even writing – generally acts of solitude. He enjoys chocolate and juice, two luxury items he rarely was able to have before coming to this academy. However, his absolute favorite thing is locks on doors. They allow privacy and safety, something he has never taken for granted. It also allows him the ability to create the lines that bleed and relieves the tension and emotions that he is incapable of expressing.
Dislikes: He dislikes all forms of conflict. He does not argue, not even if he knows the person is wrong. Samson may attempt to say a small comment, to try to refute whatever the person says, but he does his absolute best to avoid outright contradicting or telling a person no. He will never, not even to protect himself, raise a hand in violence. He abhors all things violent, and will often flinch away from those that would do harm – but he will allow others to hurt him without restraint. He dislikes mind-altering substances, such as drugs or alcohol, due to his mothers’ habits. He avoids anyone in possession of such items. He also hates nicknames, preferring to use – and be called by – full, proper names. He hates having a roommate and the lack of privacy it affords him, especially since he is plagued by nightmares.
Strengths: He can literally clean anything. Years of being his mothers’ housekeeper and being beaten for the smallest error has made him meticulous in that area. Even now, in the dorms, he keeps his space extremely tidy. Samson is a decent study – mostly because he does not like being wrong or unknowledgeable. He is very responsible and is always willing to take the blame – even for things he did not do or is not, actually, responsible for.
Weaknesses: He believes that his at fault for anything and everything; give him enough time and he will find a way to make it his fault the sun goes down at night. Samson is a recluse and prefers to avoid people as much as possible. This leads him to skip as many meals as possible – which isn’t a terrible burden for him, since he is not used to large amounts of food anyway – and hide himself away. He has a hard time expressing himself; he is very familiar with fear and pain, but he is not familiar with more positive emotions – or how to handle them. This leads to him harming himself to relieve the pressure of emotions. He also suffers from PTSD from his mother, causing him to be unwilling to be touched and have nightmares.
Fears: He is terrified that he will always be bad, not good enough. His mother has given him a complex that makes him believe that being wrong equals being bad, so anything less than perfection – an impossibility – is bad and, therefore, he is bad. He wants, desperately, to be good – to be worthy of his mothers’ love and affection, rather than her pain and malice – but he is afraid that will never happen.
Secret: He self-harms. He hides himself in clothing that have long sleeves, making sure the markings – of current and past cuts – cannot be seen. He avoids using the showers unless it is during a mealtime or extremely early or late, to avoid anyone seeing the scars – from both himself and others – riddling his body. He also doesn’t tell anyone that his mother is dead, and he has no idea who his father is.
Description: Samson stands at four feet eight inches and weighs ninety-nine pounds – which is definitely underweight, but unsurprising due to his upbringing. He has dark black hair, which is usually cut short. It’s normally somewhat neat, with bangs hanging loosely in his eyes. He always wears long sleeves – whether it is a shirt or a jacket – regardless of the weather. This is due to the scars – and sometimes wounds – that litter his arms; he knows that others won’t understand, so he hides them to the best of his ability.
Power(s): Samson has the power of pain manipulation, whether it is in himself or others. His ability allows him to suppress some, or all, physical pain that a person feels – he cannot affect anything emotional. It also allows him to increase or induce pain in another person – not that he would ever want to do something like that. He must be in physical contact with the person to increase or suppress their pain. He does not know the limitations to how much pain he can induce in another, as he is adamant about not using it. If he were to try, he is – at this moment in time – able to mimic the pain of large scale trauma over the course of an hour.
Belongings: He has a journal that he likes to write his thoughts and memories in, though he is careful to keep it hidden or with him, so that no one can steal it.
Personality: Samson is very soft spoken, and is kind of a push over. This isn't because he wants to be - not in the least. He never raises his voice above a soft conversational tone - not a whisper, but it isn't far from it. He has a habit of clearing his throat if he has to even attempt to get any louder - and usually it isn't much louder even then. He doesn't stand up for himself; if someone is bullying him he'll usually just stand there and take it - and he's had a lot of bullying. He won't show that the words strike home and cut deep - which they do - and usually ends up burying himself more into reading, studying, and writing to block the pain. He's gotten very good at distancing himself from unpleasant truths.
One of those unpleasant truths, however, he cannot distance himself from. His mother - the way she treated him and her death - has unfortunately cursed him with post-traumatic stress disorder. The emotional numbing that is aforementioned is part of the symptoms of his disorder. To add on top of that emotional numbing, he usually doesn't show any of the emotions he probably is feeling - just because he doesn't want to get hurt. He also has nightmares of his mother when she would beat him and of finding her dead. He still wakes up, feeling as if he were unclean for touching a dead body. Due to these uncomfortable dreams and feelings, he usually tosses and turns a lot of nights. Whenever a person drinks around him, he gets very uncomfortable - he most definitely links alcohol to these memories because his mother was a horrible alcoholic.
That doesn't mean he isn't a good kid. Under the shy, quiet, hidden-emotion barrier, he's pretty nice and exceptionally responsible. He's very tolerant of others and their problems - he has plenty, so how could he get offended or be inconsiderate to their own? He likes helping people, though he's afraid to reach out and initiate contact with people, for fear he'll just get hurt again. Samson doesn't mind helping students study or anything if they want it, but they'll need to make the first move on any part of the relationship. Samson is just too shy to even try to reach out to other people.
Samson doesn't understand emotions - not the good ones, anyways. He understands fear - it was a constant companion through his years, and even now it is close by - and he understands anger - his mother was always angry with him, so how could he not understand that too? Sorrow - there was plenty of that. But joy? Love? Friendship? All of that... is underdeveloped. Even if he does feel these emotions, he doesn't recognize them as what they are. The only things he recognizes are the emotions of fear and sorrow, and the feeling of pain. He is starved for affection of any kind.
However, he does feel affection for his mother - for all that he fears becoming her, he will defend and stand by what "mother taught him". This is similar to Stockholm syndrome, only in that it was his mother and not some random person. It does not help any that mothers are the most revered people in the family where he grew up - so mother is always right. He has to defend her - to outsiders, the family must be cohesive. They must stand together. Even after her death, he still feels the need to protect her, even when she does not need or deserve protection.
Samson takes all blame for himself. Always. Whenever anything bad happens, his brain twists and warps it into being his fault, no matter what. Someone got hurt? I did something that distracted them so they fell. Someone is crying? I need to learn how to speak better. It's raining? I guess I shouldn't have gone outside today. It is a twisted belief system, one that he has developed over years of living with his mother. She - quite literally - beat it into him that everything that happened - no dinner, his father not being around, not having enough money - was his fault. It was always his fault. He can never do right.
History: Samson is the son of Gabriel and Rebecca Lewis. It was a one night stand between the two, and Gabriel felt nothing for Rebecca - but she absolutely adored Gabriel (even though she was sixteen and he was thirteen). She actually, in the beginning, fabricated the pregnancy to try to get him to stay with her and support her - but it was a shocker when she found out it was actually the truth! Rebecca was very put out when she discovered that even being pregnant wouldn't keep him there - all she received was money every month to support herself and her growing baby. She considered abortion, but then concocted this wild scheme that if she had the baby, Gabriel would have to come back. Thus, Samson was born.
It was a rude awakening for Rebecca when even the birth of their son didn't return him to her side. She had even changed her name to Lewis - Gabriel's surname - to try to convince him of her dedication to him. Still nothing but money every month or so. Defeated, she turned to drinking when Samson was three - old enough that being left alone for a time wouldn't kill him (at least, in her mind). As he grew older, she grew worse. By the age of seven he was doing all the chores and trying to keep enough money out of her hands to get food and clothes for them. It worked for the most part - but their clothes were very cheap, not very durable outfits and their food wasn't the best. At least they were living, right?
During his childhood, as Rebecca fell further and further into alcoholic stupor, she grew more and more volatile. She'd hit Samson for the slightest offense - didn't say "Yes, mother" quickly enough, missed a spot on the floor, or maybe he burned part of dinner. Sometimes it would be for nothing except for "being the reason Gabriel left". This was, Samson believed, a lie - if his father wanted to be around he was sure that he would be. If his mother had always been like this - and as far as Samson knew, she had been - he didn't blame his father for not sticking around. She wasn't the best person. He loved her, but he also hated her.
So, from the age of about five to nine, his life wasn't the greatest (not to say any of the rest of his life was good). He had to endure more physical pain than most people will take in their lifetime. Sometimes it was just beatings - usually with a hand or belt, she wasn't very creative in her drunken rage. Others - very rarely - would she burn him; this was generally while he was cooking. He tried not to ever let her near him while he was cooking - usually doing this task when she was too far gone to care or sleeping off a hangover. Sometimes she used blades or broken bottles against him to make cuts and gashes - not like the belt didn't do that itself. Over time, his back and the backs of his arms and legs were riddled with scars. While that was where the majority of his scars are located, there are a few on his chest and the front of his arms and legs.
He does have some scars that were not created by his mother. He did them to himself, thinking he could end it all. He wasn't sufficient enough to run away - he would be caught or he would return of his own volition, and it would be much worse. He couldn't tell anyone - who would believe someone like him? So, he thought he would end it himself. He never managed to succeed though - all he managed to do was make more scars and more pain to live through. He wasn't brave enough to follow through with it, though he did attempt several times, throughout his late childhood.
At nine, they were kicked out of their home. This was because he hadn't managed to pilfer away enough money to pay the rent - and it hadn't been the first time he hadn't paid it, or had paid only a portion of it. With no where else to go, they went to Rebecca's parents - Samson's grandparents - home for a few weeks. During this time - the best time of Samson's life - his mother didn't drink. She was miserable, but she didn't yell at Samson or beat him - or worse, beg forgiveness and want to cuddle. All that changed back to the norm as soon as they found a home apart from his grandparents. There, things were the same as they had been for the last nine years of his life - her drinking away the money his father sent them while he tried to keep her from taking all of it.
School wasn’t much better. He was tormented and picked on quite often - he found his books covered in unknown substances, liquid upended over his notes, pages ripped out of his books - and he found himself drawing more and more into himself. He was the weird kid that no one wanted to talk to, and, because he didn’t make an effort and the bigger boys made an effort to make him miserable, no one tried.
That was his life. It was hell. Then, earlier this year, just two weeks before summer break ended his mother died. She was drunker than drunk and she fell down the stairs while Samson was cleaning and broke her neck (and her bottle of bourbon). Two days after Rebecca died, Samson was placed into a foster system. They managed to locate his father, a man named Gabriel Lewis, and the man took him in before enrolling him at the academy that he worked at.
Other: He is extremely depressing. Also, he is Miharu from Nabari No Ou.
RP Example: Nah.
