Mar 8, 2022 22:03:46 GMT -6
 sam chainley tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance A slender man with a modest height of 5’8”, Sam is nothing particularly impressive in the eyes of others. Few gaze towards him, his thinner features lacking a lean disposition in terms of body mass. Muscular features are lacking upon Sam, his body merely being slimmed down to something simple. His limbs are well-proportioned and fail to create a lasting impression, positive or negative. His skin is relatively pale, however, rarely unblemished. At times, Sam can be reckless, resulting in injuries. The young man’s hands are calloused from years of playing guitar, his hands prepared for the task at hand. His nails are maintained, trimmed and filed back to avoid mistakes in playing the strings. Notable facial features are lost on Sam. His cheeks stand high enough to avoid a rounder face, edges leading into a slender jawline. His chin is gently rounded, the addition of a small, rounded nose making his face soft. A noticeable trait of Sam’s style is his hair. Trimmed short against his head with the top hair longer, it is styled with blonde hair dyed on top and dark locks of natural hair beneath. The locks from the top of his head can tip into his eyesight, occasionally somewhat obscuring a pair of gorgeous jade-coloured eyes. While dull in colour, there is beauty in the unexpected. However, these dull hues always have a guardedness to them, making it clear he does not trust easily from a mere gaze. He does require glasses, but he often wears contact lenses. Oftentimes, Sam wears a variety of darker colours because of his preference. He prefers somewhat grunge clothing styles. Though his clothing often leans to have skulls and darker themes. Occasionally, he will wear more casual clothing, but frequently it is on days when his mood has plummeted and he does not care enough. personality
abilities Air Manipulation – Advanced The ability to control and manipulate air, allowing the user to make gusts of wind or sharp, air currents that threaten to cut through material. While Sam is incapable of manipulating air for combat purposes, he effectively uses it as a duster. Regularly, he will use strong gusts to clear out the dust from his room. Oftentimes, he finds it easier to clean dust from things using air currents and flushing it out. Despite his reasonable control in moving and manipulating air, when upset, Sam can create large gusts of wind without reason. It frequently blows out around him, ruffling others or even threatening to knock people over when his upset reaches its peak. Flight – Advanced The ability to fly without the use of wings. Escapism is a crucial concept, and at times, Sam requires distance from those around him. He learned flight to get away from everything, frequently heading out to the forest in his youth to spend time alone. He is unable to fly significant distances, however, Sam can easily fly short distances at a decent speed. This allows him to travel easily while also offering immediate escape in dangerous situations. If Sam attempts to fly further distances, he will tire rather quickly from lack of experience. Additionally, when exhausted, focus becomes more difficult making flight a dangerous game at times with risks of crashing. Astral Projection – Beginner The ability to project one’s spirit and consciousness from one’s body. Sleep and unconsciousness have become the few moments where Sam considers himself at peace, making astral projection a sin in his eyes. Since his medium of accessing astral projection consists of lucid dreaming and deep meditation, Sam despises the notion of astral projection. Rather, he ignores it and spends the crucial time sleeping and avoiding the wakefulness of reality. In order to ever use his astral projection, Sam would require a lot of practice, and even then would likely end up more tired than he would care for. Naturals: Healing Factor, Enhanced Senses, Immortality backstory Trigger Warning: Mention of Cults, Depression everything was fine. until the shadows in her eyes made her into a victim and left her a shallow monster of herself. A pair of passion-hearted parents, benevolent and wondrous, Samuel Damien Chainley possessed everything a young child could desire. His father, Laurence Chainley, was a strong and charismatic man, previously in his shell until he was introduced to a bombshell of a woman, Clarice Bentley was a powerful woman. Rebellious in her right and showing herself as mentally strong, Clare was somebody easily admired by those around her. The stubbornness she exhibited was strong, but attracting Laurence to her was her fiery passion for rock and roll. She was a guitarist, her fingers working magic with a pick and strings. Despite his reserved roots, Laurence easily grew attached to the woman. While they were a surprising couple, they proved powerful to points where Laurence would learn Clarice’s vulnerabilities. Through her strength and power, inside her head lurked depression, something that hid behind her brilliant eyes. It was always severe, hidden by a stubborn refusal, but still lurking on the worst of days. However, the darkness in his mother’s head was unknown to Sam. From the beginning, the dark-haired child viewed a powerful woman with an impressive force when she walked into a room. In his childhood years, Sam always found his mother to be a wonder and absorbed himself in her teachings and learning her hobbies. This would inevitably begin the steps into a hobby strengthened by an insatiable passion firing into a child. His mother granted him the opportunities Sam required, from guiding his hand to plucking the strings of a guitar and allowing him to pose with it. Excitement coursed through him at the chances his mother provided, the things he never realized he would value about her. His eyes always glimmered with that childhood innocence, unaware and pure. Even as he favoured his mother’s style, from the classic darkened colours, skulls and various other decorum. He wanted to be similar to her, powerful and capable, strumming the chords of a guitar in front of a crowd. Whenever possible, Sam would mimic his mother and learn from her. The rebellious young woman allowed her child to pluck the strings of her guitar, show him the positions and promise him one day she would teach him. Those promises always summoned a smile to the young man’s face as he nodded wildly, eyes wide and staring at his mother. She was the child’s world, for while he loved his father, he aspired to learn plenty from his mother. Their was always a closeness in their relationship, sacred and special, and many parents knew about their connection. The young child oftentimes clung to her, following his mother around similar to a little duckling and asking her plenty of questions. The responses Clare provided him were always simple and sweet, a darling mother who clearly cared plenty about her son. He felt it as he grew up, the ground beneath his feet always being considered stable and sturdy because of both his parents. Though, as he entered his teenage years, his world swirled and changed. Hopelessness made his motivation tank, the young teen spending hours laying on his bed without any willingness to leave his bed. He always appeared fatigued as pessimism consumed the child. Frequently, he mumbled about things being meaningless and would excuse himself from supper early with statements of ‘not being hungry’. He grew irritable, snapping at others and pushing people away under a single belief that haunted his thoughts. It was a noticeable difference from the familiar face his parents were familiar with. These abrupt changes resulted in his parents pushing him to get mental assistance. Despite Sam’s lack of motivation to discover what was wrong, his parents pushed him, assuring he would work on coming to an evaluation, for the calling cards were beyond familiar to Clare. Different, yet, familiar, she knew the symptoms and traits that once reflected in her. There was a chance it could be something different, however, his mother needed the reassurance before she dared debated anything else. Though, as Sam’s attitude only escalated, the young man being snappy and demotivated a majority of his days, a single “solution” existed. At the insistence of his parents, Sam began attending evaluation sessions, his mother’s worries only escalating throughout it all. A woman who strode to prove herself as her own individual may have handed her son the demon that tormented her. For days, she talked with her husband, however, her worsening state of mind kept her from unveiling the depths of her emotions. Thus, as everything hung in cruel suspense, she began diving into online forums in an attempt to assist her son from what she thought was inevitable. The wonderful, radiant Clare isolated herself, her only child hardly communicating with her in a time where he felt vulnerable. The malicious thoughts inside his head tormented him, providing mental references on how to cease the tumultuous feelings. Wasn’t he useless? A waste of space? A meaningless life existing in a nonsensical world? All it left for the lost child was his father who frequently arrived to fret over him. He felt the stress within the family, and as the single stable individual, he reached out best he could. Unfortunately, in the chaos, everything turned messy and some could not be preserved in the darkness. In her obsessed concern over her child, Clare researched methods to change their lives for the better. Obscured in the fog of her worries and deepening depression, they indoctrinated her without a second thought. She was struggling, pleading for help to preserve the days prior to her son’s abrupt turn in mood. Thus, the changes began, peculiar and confusing for the young child who wished for normalcy while he tackled the macabre topics playing out in his head. His mother’s clothes changed, growing more reserved and less of the wild, rebellious style she was renown for. At first, it was believed to be accomplished out of comfort, the work required for her style weighing heavy during her personal struggle. However, the abrupt changes to the household became noticed as Clare began demanding changes. Statements about rescuing their souls and preserving Sam’s mental health were thrown into the mix. Through everything she stated, Laurence was bewildered and confused. He attempted to comfort her, but at every turn, she mentioned a god who required satisfaction to save them alongside plenty of homemade remedies. She condemned the therapy and insisted on drinking disgusting concoctions. The father wished to support his spouse, however, the oddities had terrible effects on their son. Through their conversations, where Laurence would attempt to remain civil and Clare would be belligerent and demanding, Sam felt himself slipping away. Often when they started, he would simply leave and return to his room, allowing those negative thoughts to stew. He struggled to avoid feeling like a burden, as though his life hardly mattered to anyone, including himself. Those days, he often spent the time refusing to attend school and growing more snappy towards his parents. His language grew volatile as irritation heightened. Everybody who came across him was pushed away, Sam refusing to even practice music or anything. In the background, Laurence saw it, their soft compliance with his mother only worsening Sam’s symptoms. Through it all, the therapist mentioned suspecting depression or perhaps another mental illness. The father knew, that despite his love for Clare, the longer his son spent in this unstable environment, the worse his health would grow. He wanted to last through it, but as Clare introduced him to the cult pulling strings behind her, he worried. She mentioned joining up with them, an action that involved moving down to the US. Through it all, she stated they needed to follow their rituals first before they could relocate with their ‘family’ and be properly accepted and protected by the shadowy forces. He tried to poke holes in her thoughts, attempting to bring clarity and rationality back to her gorgeous rebel. Yet, each attempt ended in suffering as she snapped at him, declaring the cult’s way the only proper way to preserve their livelihood. As the days dredged on, the decisions became difficult, but in a move of desperation, Laurence left with his son in tow. Through it all, he witnessed Sam grow miserable, his mental health only worsening. With the impending diagnosis, he knew he needed to remove his son from the unstable atmosphere. He moved from their humble home back in with his parents. While Clare was upset with her husband’s decision, Laurence knew it was a requirement to assure Sam would be alright. Through it all, his son grumbled, complained about his mother ‘being a nut’ and how things were ‘fucking stupid’. Inside Sam’s head, everything remained hidden in the darkened mist even as therapy provided clarity over the happenings of his psychology. The stresses of life weighed heavily on the young man, and losing his mother to the plunges in her sanity and judgement brought him upset. He spoke of her frequently, criticizing Clare without truly knowing the struggles of those manipulated into cults. Rather, his anger obscured the fear veiled beneath the hostility in his words. Since they abandoned her, and shortly after, his father called for a divorce, Sam worried about meeting a similar fate. A destiny of becoming unloveable because of a cult's cleverly-planned words. That deep depression would lead him to decisions that would come in desperation, and those beliefs solidified in summer. Based on the information gathered, Sam was diagnosed with chronic depression and promptly suggested to begin counselling. Those words kicked off the concerns, but the young man hid them. While he struggled with motivation at times, Sam’s father assisted in pushing him in school. He was spurred on by the man’s words, gradually moving to graduation. In the confusing dynamics of life, the only consistency Sam could cling to was music. He could express himself and discover a sense of calmness whenever his fingers strummed the cords or the words that escaped his lips. Shortly after graduation, Sam’s father assisted in helping him discover new avenues. The discussions of what would occur after prompted Sam into post-secondary, the young man taking classes in musical arts while additionally picking up a second class involving the technical aspect. During those years, he dared naught to contact his mother and listened to his father about focusing on himself. Despite the concerns boiling under his skin, he wanted to avoid the woman who made things crumble further. Less the darkness claw its way into his mind. misc Likes: Rock music, guitar, skulls, silver jewelry, thick jackets, sweets, licorice, drinking, cigarettes, winter, video games, being outside, nature, cross-stitching, doodling, dark colours, boots, piercings, cats Dislikes: Socials, religious views, authority, being told what to do, sympathy, school, rumours, flamboyant clothes, overly excited people, staring, birds, stupidity, woe-is-me type people, overly dramatic wording Fears: Cults, the future, his mother - Stress has led to Sam developing a nasty smoking habit that he developed when he was a teenager. - The only real passion Sam has is music. He can play guitar and sing with excellence, but he rarely attempts to share this with large crowds. This being said, he hopes to one day be able to play for an audience despite his dislikes of socializing and crowds. With it being his only hobby and the only hope he has found in his life, he wants to share it. - Parts of Sam still admire his mother and those memories he has from his youth. He aspired to be similar to her when he was young, but nowadays, he worries their overlapping mental illness will lead him down the same path. - He enjoys alcohol, barely caring which type of liquor he receives since he finds it a good way to release tension despite it being unhealthy. - His fear of his mother developed from concerns that one day his mother will indoctrinate him. In his eyes, she is a woman turned into a monster, waiting for him to show weakness so she can convert him. - Sam does need glasses, but he usually wears contact lenses. This being said, he does have a pair of glasses with him in emergency cases. - He is an adamant believer of sympathy being bullshit. He takes it as pity and it angers him greatly. - At times, Sam enjoys doodling to relieve stress. Oftentimes, he eases by just doodling or scribbling. - Sam has a black cat named Ash. Her presence is very therapeutic to Sam, however, Ash does live with his father. While his father is in the city, Sam does not get to see her too often. - Sam has been diagnosed with depression. While he does receive therapy to assist with the relief of his symptoms, he can still prove irritable, demotivated and exhausted. On his darker days, these are especially evident, at times making Sam volatile when the worst of his moods crop up. | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 10 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty-three ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS My Who’s Who ☆ FACE CLAIM TOKYO REVENGERS, Matsuno Chifuyu ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. DO NOT STEAL. |
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