Name: Yumeomiru Samezameto is the name of his human, reincarnated
form, though, to make things much easier, he usually asks just to
be called Sam. On the other hand, as a `fallen angel', he was known
as Samael.
Name Meaning: "Yame o miru" is Japanese for "to dream"
and "Samezameto" is "bitterly" so, basically, his reincarnated name
means "to dream bitterly" Mainly, I chose this because, before he
realized that he is the reincarnated form a fallen angel, he often
dreamt quite bitterly and quite badly about his days as an angel. Of
course, it could also refer to his rather bitter dream of being an
angel once more...or his painful dream involving sweet, sweet Lucia.
On the other hand, then, his angelic name was Sameal which reflected
his position as the Angel of Death.
Age: Eighteen
Date of Birth: June 13
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Bloodtype: Type B
Alignment: Of course, he stands neutral at the very beginning and
this is very suited to him and, as things progress, his soul is
drawn equally between the two sides, between the desire to help
his once beloved friend and the deep bitterness at both Lucifer'
s betrayal and his own subsequent death.
Strengths: Probably one of Sam's greatest strengths is the fact
that he has a rather easy-going outlook in life. Generally speaking,
he doesn't get worked up over too many things and, honestly, it would
take an awful lot to really get him angry. Beyond this, the boy can
be rather charming when he wishes and, in place of any real fighting
skill, he often has the wits to talk himself out of any situation in
which he may find himself. Of course, if this doesn't work for him,
then he could always use his rather androgynous beauty to work his
way out of a tight situation. Though, if the fight were over
something important or if it involved someone whom he counted as a
friend, then his deep and often blind loyalty would probably drive
him to fight, regardless of the odds or consequences. Still, beyond
these, Sam is quite the intelligent boy and, when he actually applies
himself to something, then he can actually do very well, whether it
be schoolwork or projects for his band. Speaking of his band, he is a
very creative person and, beyond being very adept at playing the
piano, the bass guitar, the violin, and the flute, he also tends to
write the music and lyrics for most of Wingless' songs.
Weaknesses: Well, perhaps the most glaring of Sam's weaknesses
would be the fact that he's entirely sightless. Still, going beyond
this, another strong weakness is the dreams that've been haunting
him for two years now and the ever-growing belief that he's steadily
going crazy. Of course, another side-effect of these dreams is
a growing awareness of just how confining his flesh is as well as
a growing distaste for the men around him--not that he lets this
show regularly, naturally. Anyway, he also tends to be rather lazy
about things unless it's something that he really wants to do and, if
it's anything nearing work, then it'd take loads of motivation to get
him working on it. Of course, he's also been known to be given to
fits of blind loyalty to his closest friends as well as fits of
foolish bravery and pride. Beyond this, his endless flirting with
anyone within a fifty-foot radius, his dedication to life as a
sensualist, and his near obsession with anything having to do with
Wingless all tend to be problematic.
Likes: Well, as a sensualist, Sam enjoys anything that is pleasing
to any of the five senses: basically, anything that feels nice to
the touch, smells good, tastes good, or sounds good is great by
him. Of course, this also means he enjoy things of a sexual nature,
too, and he's only too happy to spend time with any of his fans.
Beyond that, he loves anything musical to the point of obsession
and he'd probably be more than content to just be locked in a room
with some musical instruments for the rest of his life. Still, other
pleasures for Sam include being able to sleep in (as long as no
dreams are involved), lounge around, pig out on junk food, spend
time with his father, and, as more of a recent development, to be
alone. Recently, he's discovered the joy of being alone in certain
places in the city where things aren't entirely bad yet though, for
whatever reasons, these places seem to tug at unpleasant places in
his mind and his heart.
Dislikes: Probably Sam's greatest dislike would be the damned
dreams, as well as the slowly creeping sensation of insanity that
they tend to bring, so, as a result, sleep has become something that
he rather abhors. Beyond this, he's lately found a slowly growing
hatred of his fellow man and, though he hides it carefully, he still
finds it lying like a pebble against his heart. Also, betrayal is
something that he absolutely cannot stand and it is one thing that
quite easily wound him. Still, more mundane things do get on his
nerves. Naturally, any cluttered rooms or rooms with a difficult
layout of furniture annoy him if just for the fact that they're quite
hard to navigate. Of course, in this same vein, any unannounced
rearranging of furniture tends to annoy him greatly as does the rare
occasions when his step-mother decides to `clean' his room. Beyond
this, he also tends to rather dislike having to apply himself to
anything--besides music--and, generally, school work isn't thought of
much unless it's a subject that he readily enjoys. Of course, his
dislike of school could also come from his general inability to sit
still for any given length of time. Also, he tends to strongly
dislike cigarette smoke and will leave a room if someone is smoking,
whether it be straight tobacco or something stronger.
Greatest Fear: Sam's greatest fear is that, much like his
biological mother, he is going crazy.
Motivation: Above all else, music motivates Sam.
Favorite Food: Though all food holds a special place in Sam's
heart, he tends to favor pizza above all else, regardless of topping
or crust, just because it's simply the ultimate greasy party
food...and it tends to appeal to many senses at once.
Least Favorite Food: Sam's least favorite food would have to be
tofu if just for the fact that it's an extremely poor substitute
for pretty much anything. It's like a joke food or something, to him.
What grade are they in: 12th grade, a Senior in high school
Marks: In classes that he seriously applies himself, Sam generally
manages to bring in high As. In classes that he doesn't bother with
too much, he tends to manage Bs.
Favorite Class: Naturally, Sam's favorite class is the music
classes, if just for the fact that it lets him do something he very
much loves...and he gets graded on it.
Least Favorite Class: On the other hand, Sam's least favorite class
would be anything that is even remotely involved with religion.
After all, it's all a complete lie. Like God and the Devil really exist...
Personality: An abundant and seemingly endless energy seems to
run all through Sam's personality and it is probably this which
lends him a certain childlike quality. Still, it is this same
childlike quality that seems to run at odds with the almost ethereal
sensuality that seems to shroud his every movement and draw those
around him closer still. Of course, this well of energy can be quite
annoying, as well, as it is what causes him to be nearly entirely
unable to sit still for any length of time without fidgeting and
squirming. It is probably this energy, as well, that drives him in
his obsession over Wingless and, despite their more than moderate
success as a band, he only wishes to drive them to the greatest
height that they can reach. To him, music is the most important thing
in his life and all else seems to pale when he's working on the
perfect lyrics or the perfect musical score. Still, where he once
treasured the exhilaration of being on stage and once soaked up the
fans' adoration like a self-indulgent sponge, lately a slightly
bitter note has been creeping into it all. Of course, he's come to
blame this on the terribly bloody dreams that'd been haunting him for
almost two years now and, though he tries almost desperately to hide
it, he has become greatly afraid that these dreams--and their
resulting paranoias--will drive him to the same insanity that caused
his biological mother to blind him then to kill herself. Then again,
even since the dreams had started, he's also started to notice just
how limited the human flesh is and it often aggravates him to the
point of madness when he finds that he cannot do something. Going in
hand with this, he's also noticed a soft hatred for both his own
human flesh and that of those around him creeping into his
consciousness though, with a deep desperation, he tries to ignore
this. Still, quite naturally, he hides all these things under his
endless energy and, in the stead, he shows the world a personality of
a sensualist; one who's after little but a good time with good
friends. Like most teenaged men, he tends to show a streak of
laziness unless it's something that he very much wants to do and many
have found that it's more than slightly difficult to motivate Sam to
do something he's set against. Then again, it's not really fair to
say that he's entirely dumb or lazy; he does earn good grades in
school and, if it's something that he likes, then he'll throw himself
into it with an almost fanatical zeal. The same can be said for his
attitude toward friends. To almost everyone around him, he is quite
friendly and, despite a person's preference or opinion of him, Sam
will flirt with pretty much anyone, regardless. On that same note,
he'll also sleep with pretty much anyone that catches his interest,
regardless, and he knows quite well how to use the ethereal
sensuality and the sexy androgyny of his body to his advantage. Not
that he takes advantage of this too often; just when there are few
other options left. Still, to the friends to whom he is very close,
he is utterly and almost blindly devoted and, for these, he will
literally do anything.
Appearance: The forefront thing about Sam's appearance is a deep
androgyny as well as an almost ethereal sensuality that often draws
people to him like moths to a flame. Though it is clear that he's a
male, he tends to foster a feminine appearance both on-stage and off
and, though it might be questionable to some, most find it quite
appealing. In height, Sam is fairly average at around six feet, give
or take a few inches, and his weight is slender without either being
entirely emaciated nor overly muscle-bound. Of course, it wouldn't
quite be fair to say that he's without any muscle tone; more that
it's just the sort that one would call wiry or even underdeveloped.
His skin tone is almost exquisitely pale and smooth as fine cream and
it is entirely unmarked, except for a tiny scar at his right side
just above the hip. The color changing almost with every week, his
hair is currently an extremely pale blond which, in truth, is rather
closer to white. In style, the bangs and sides of this cascades down
smoothly over his face and ears, at times even obscuring at least
half his face, while the rest is tied back in a small tail at the
nape of his neck. His facial features are generally attractive, if
not standard: a set of soft pink and completely kissable lips, an
unobstructive nose and a set of eyes that were once a rich soulful
brown but which have been faded to a near-white. Desiring to hide
this imperfection of his eyes, Sam tends to wear fashionable dark
glasses at all times and, when this is not an option, he merely makes
certain that his eyelids are closed. In clothing, Sam tends to pick
things that will compliment and show off his body and he tends to
wear these pretty much exclusively. Anything from wife beaters to
tight middy tops to almost entirely unbuttoned button-up shirts--
really anything that'd show off his cute little midriff--to leather
pants to vinyl pants to bondage pants, all worn extremely low on his
hips, of course. Naturally, all this is well complimented with any
number of necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings and the like, as well
as a chain worn about his waist.
Social Status: Sam is extremely popular, if just thanks to the
fact that he's in a band. Naturally, this lends to him any number
of groupies and, even beyond these, he often manages to befriend
people quite easily. Of course, there are always a number of people
who look down on him for his femme appearance or his sensualistic
approach to life, but those people don't count, right? To his
teachers, he can be either a blessing or a curse, depending on their
general outlook to things and, to other adults, he can be much the
same. Some he'll treat with his usual good humor and rather odd
approach at respect while those who don't take his humor and energy
well, he'll usually just try to avoid.
Love Life: In his life as an angel, Samael was utterly devoted
to Lucifer and, despite the Light's desperate love for God, the Angel
of Death carried much the same for his dear friend. Still, his
current form doesn't seem to have any recall of this and, as such, he
doesn't really have any strong love connection. Of course, he has the
usual band of groupies and the people who want him for his looks, but
it never really goes any deeper than a one night--maybe two, if it
goes well--stand. Naturally, though, he'll sleep with anyone who
catches his interest and it often fails to matter whether they are
male or female.
Family, Friends:
--Yumeomiru Heiwani ("To dream peacefully"): Heiwani is Sam's father
and, perhaps, his greatest friend. A professor of Ancient Biblical
History at Eden's most highly favored college, he is one of those
men that is never too busy to take a moment to help a troubled
student or a few hours to help a fellow professor-in-need. Though he
knew that Sam's birth was an unplanned event, he never doubted that
he wanted the child, even when his then-wife wished for nothing more
than to abort. Even after the unpleasant events of the woman's death,
Heiwani fought to regain custody of his son and, once the boy was
once more his responsibility, he knew that he'd always put his
beloved son first above all else. Still, rather than be shocked or
appalled by his son's choice in dress and lifestyle, he supports Sam
in all that he does and nothing would make him happier than to see is
son's dreams come true.
-- Ember ("Smoldering remains of a fire"): Ember is Sam's biological
mother, though she never longed for the position. Really, she only
wished for one night with Heiwani and, when she found herself
pregnant with his child, she wanted nothing more than to be rid of
the dratted thing. Of course, they fought over this endlessly, but,
one way or another, Heiwani managed to convince her not only to keep
the child, but also to marry him. Of course, this didn't fare well
upon the woman's faint grip on sanity and, after an unpleasant
pregnancy, she gave birth to a lovely male child. Still, she refused
to care for this same, so most of the responsibility fell upon
Heiwani's shoulders. Yet, the one time she was left to care for the
child, she found that she couldn't get it to stop crying and, driven
quite mad by this, she threw a portion of paint thinner in the
child's face. Still, while Heiwani rushed the child to the hospital,
Ember shattered a mirror and then used the shards to cut up her
pretty little face. Of course, this was what indicated to Heiwani
that his wife was beyond slightly eccentric and he took to a local
sanatorium. She didn't last long there, though. Within a week, she
had killed herself in her room.
-- Gleda ("To make happy"): Gleda is Sam's step-mother and Heiwani'
s second wife. A woman of great beauty, grace, and humor, she is
really the envy of the town, yet she is almost divinely loyal to
her husband and her step-son. Still, despite all her positives,
Gleda can be a bit of a ditz, though it's always in the cutest and
most charming of ways, and she also tends to try to baby both her
husband and her step-son. Yet, despite all, she honestly does manage
to get on well with Sam and, to him, she is his mother. In work,
she is a kindergarten teacher and, in her spare moments, she does
what she can to help her son with his band.
Birthplace: Sam was born in New Eden.
Current Residence: Sam lives with his father and step-mother in
a pleasant but not overly opulent house. No fancier than most of
the other houses in the area, it is pleasantly arranged and designed
with a large porch at the front and a nice-sized yard in the back,
complete with a garden of its own. Sam's personal bedroom is on
the second floor and, besides having a bathroom of its own, it also
has a rather large closet which is just great for his needs. Though
he rarely keeps it entirely clean, he usually does manage to keep
it from being a complete disaster area. Still, it's decorated in
the style one'd associate with a person of Sam's tastes: various
posters on the wall, clothes and jewelry strewn about, make-up atop
one of the dressers, a television half obscured by a feathered shawl,
an extremely large case absolutely bursting with CDs, various comic
books lying about and on the bed--which, itself, is noticeably unmade-
-and any number of books lying about, as well. Beyond this room,
though, Sam has made the attic into something of a studio and it is
often here that Wingless will practice or just hang out.
History:
In the time before time, a deity that became known as
God had a notion to create some beings to keep himself company and,
from this notion came the creatures known as angels. Of course,
everyone knows of Lucifer, the most radiant and beautiful of them
all, but this history deals with another of God's angels: Samael, the
Angel of Death.
As the name implies, Samael was the angel that God would send to
deal death to his children in any of their forms and, as such, he
often found his hands and wings dipped in blood. Still, despite
this, Samael did have the natural love for his God, but this often
seemed overshadowed by his love for his fellow angel, Lucifer. As
such, the Angel of Death befriended the Morning Star and he rather
rapidly became almost blindly devoted to him. Naturally, this made
it easy for Samael to pick sides when Lucifer decided to slaughter
the disgusting and only slightly amusing creatures that God chose to
call humans and, with complete abandon, he threw himself into
something that was really little more than his life's duty. Still,
this heartless slaughtering saddened and angered God greatly and,
gathering together these newly fallen angels, he sealed them away for
what he thought would be the rest of eternity.
Even during this loneliness and isolation, Samael did what he could
to comfort his friend, but he found his trust and devotion to Lucifer
tested when the other started to openly repent what had been done.
Naturally, this only served to confuse and anger the Angel of Death
as he had put complete faith in Lucifer and his rebellion. To find
that the revolution and their subsequent imprisonment were all for
nothing was just too much for him and, gathering together a troupe
of like-minded angels, he led them against his most beloved friend.
The fighting went on for days on end and, even to Samael's eyes,
it could be seen that Lucifer would doubtlessly be the victor. In
his great pride, Samael was unable to bear this thought and he went
to the Morning Star in search of a battle to end all the battles.
Though it wounded him greatly to have to fight someone so dear to
him, he banned these more loving thoughts in favor of the bitterness
that Lucifer's betrayal had given him and, setting his heart against
his beautiful friend, he fought with all the fury in his fiery body.
Still, even though this fury allowed him to make a dire wound upon
the beautiful one's flesh, it was also this which caused his undoing.
In a moment of rage, Lucifer released a burst of energy for which
Samael had been entirely unprepared and it was this burst of energy
which put an end to the once feared Angel of Death. Still, for
whatever reason, God was not finished with Samael's soul and, before
it could fall to ruin, he caught it in his great power. After a time
of deliberation, God decided that he would allow the soul of the
great Angel of Death to be reincarnated in Eden as one of the lowly
men that he had so hated in his angelic life.
Yumeomiru Samezameto was never meant to be. Ember, his mother, only
wanted a one night stand with the handsome History professor who
had so caught her eyes and, when she found that she was pregnant, she
reacted in the manner that only the barely sane can manage. She wept.
She lashed out at Heiwani for putting her in such a position. She
demanded that the baby be aborted so that she could go back to her
life as a starving artist. Still, Heiwani insisted that the child
should be allowed to live and, using a mixture of his soft charm and
gentle bribes, he managed to convince Ember to carry the child to
term. So, nine months later, Sam was born to a loving father and a
mother who despised every last inch of him.
Quite aware of his wife's feelings, Heiwani was often the one to
care for the infant and Ember, for her part, did as little as
possible for the small life that she had helped to create. Still, it
wasn't always possible for things to be like this and, when Sam was
only a little over two years old, he was left in his mother's care.
Yet, being so young, he knew no better and, left alone with the
woman, he sought her out to keep him company and entertain him.
Ember, on the other hand, was more intent on finishing a painting
and, upon being hassled by the toddler, she flew to an act of
desperation. Unthinkingly, she threw a container of paint thinner at
the child and, as one would expect, some of this splashed into the
child's eyes. Now left with a screaming child, she found things only
worse and, unable to get any work done at all, she left the house
entirely.
It was only a few hours later when Heiwani returned to a house full
of the sounds of his son screaming and, at once, he stumbled upon
Sam. Still sitting where his mother had left him, the boy's face was
as red as a beet and his eyes were as pale as the edge of the
morning's sky. Deathly concerned for his son, Heiwani quickly took
the boy to the hospital and it was soon revealed that the boy would
never be able to see again. Of course, this was the least of the
family's problems.
It wasn't long before the authorities were alerted in this case
and, fearing child abuse, they rapidly took Sam away from his
parents. Heiwani was heartbroken by this, naturally, though it proved
to be only one of his troubles. It seemed that, while the father was
busy taking his son to the hospital, the mother had been overcome
with grief. In this state, she shattered a lovely mirror that had
been hanging in the hall and, using these shards, she cut her pretty
little face to ribbons. Seeing that his wife was in no mental state
to take care of herself, Heiwani regretfully checked the woman into a
sanitarium where she committed suicide only a matter of days later.
Left entirely alone, the man fought hard to regain custody of his
only child, but it was still almost two years before Sam was returned
to him. Left as a single father with a blind son, Heiwani devoted
himself and his life to raising his son as a single father until,
when Sam was in the sixth grade, he met Gleda.
It was a short courtship before Heiwani and Gleda were married in
a small 'no-frills' civil service with Sam as the best man and,
though there always seems to be problems involving step-families,
Sam rather readily took the woman to heart as his mother. In fact,
to him, Gleda was more his mother than that crazy woman who'd blinded
him when he was little but a child and he was only too happy to have
the woman in his life. Really, Sam was pretty much blissful with all
things in his life at that time and, when, a few years later, one of
his friends suggested starting a band, he more than happily agreed.
Calling themselves Wingless, they devoted themselves to bringing a
mix of glam and rock to Eden and, with suprising speed, they rose to
great popularity within the city. It seemed that almost every weekend
Wingless was playing at least one venue and, wherever they played,
they found themselves entertaining a packed house. They had all the
hangings of a great band--including a fanatical troupe of groupies--
and, as head singer of the group, Sam found himself to be quite the
popular young man.. For quite a long while, Sam relished this life of
fame and fun, but it seemed to turn somewhat bittersweet in his
Sophomore year of High School.
It was then that the dreams started.
Though Sam had no way of knowing it, the dreams started when the Seal
binding Lucifer and the other fallen angels was broken and these
dreams were little but his soul's memories of its life as the Angel
of Death. Still, to Sam, they were horrible nightmare visions of
blood and gore and death, filled with creatures of exquisite beauty
slaughtering humans, slaughtering each other. Naturally, he couldn't
understand any of these nor could he understand the strange new
feelings that these dreams seemed to be awakening in him and all he
could do was hide this from the world outside of himself. After all,
it could be a sign that he'd soon end up just as his biological
mother...
Writing Sample:
The sun shone softly in the paleness of the soft
cascades of Sam's hair as he slowly made his way through the crowded
campus and, his body moving with a naturally sensual grace, the boy
could almost feel the heads turning to watch him as he passed amongst
them. Still, where this once brought him a glib sort of pleasure, now
he could only feel a vague sort of anger at it and it was this that
surpassed him. After all, why should it anger him that people liked
to watch him? He knew that he was attractive to look at and, beyond
that, he always loved the attention.
Of course, he knew that the answer went back to those damned dreams.
In them, he could sense so much hatred and so much anger amongst all
the blood. In them, he saw a creature that was pure and beautiful yet
as deadly as the worst predator ever known to man. Yet, even beyond
these things, he could also sense such a feeling of betrayal and
hurt... enough to break even the hardest of hearts. Quickly, he shook
his head in a flurry of pale hair and, thrusting aside all these
unpleasant thoughts, he ducked into the office of the Biblical
History professor.
Though he couldn't see his surroundings, Sam managed to quickly
navigate through the hip-high stacks of books and papers and, upon
coming to it, he flopped happily into the swivel chair behind the
desk. Propping his feet up ontop of the paper-covered desk, he leaned
back in the chair. This was a good move; he just knew that it was.
His father'd know what to make of those stupid dreams and, after
reassuring him, Heiwani'd probably even suggest that they go out for
pizza. Hell, what life problems couldn't be solved with pizza?
Smiling at these thoughts, he raised his head as he heard the sound
of the door opening and, seconds later, his father's pleasant tones
met his ears. Yet, he was wrong. He wouldn't discuss the dreams with
his father, just as he had never been able to do so the million
other times he had tried. They'd remain his problem and his problem
alone.
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