Individual



Character's full name: Samuel Iamoju

Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Sam

Gender: M

Age: 20

Date of Birth: 12/04/93

Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sudan

Nationality: African American

Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Sudanese



Appearance

Hair color and style: Black

Skin Tone: Brown

Eye Color: Purple

Height: 6'2

Build: Athletic weighs 198 pounds

Visible mutation: Eyes are dark purple

Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:

Other features: Eyes glow purple when his powers are active.



Everyday clothing style: Jeans and various t-shirts and a hoodie.

Uniform:

Sleepwear: Boxers

Miscellaneous clothing:



Character



Personality: Quiet, cold, distant and untrusting Sam is at best described as a loner. Years of violence and mental manipulation have taken a huge toll on his humanity and social skills. His therapist recommends that he learn to open up more maybe express his feelings, but when you come from a place where empathy is a liability and death is way of life friends don’t come easy… and neither does trust .

Hobbies/ Interests: Arcades, movies and first person shooters.

Job or part time job and description:

Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Losing his free will again.

Special talents: Very capable in armed and unarmed combat, breaking and entering and lock picking.



Morality



Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Other. Sam has been through a lot before arriving in New York and his own morality is still in question. He often struggles with a new conscience as the aspect of right and wrong has been blurred until his arrival in New York.



Mutations



Mutation description:

(Sam does not know in full how his powers work. He doesn’t know they are connected to death or how)

Sam’s abilities are tied into the forces of death, allowing him to absorb and harness the energy of death (the dying or recently dead) within his immediate vicinity (line of sight). His body is then able to manifest this into a form of raw negative spiritual energy. This energy feels cold to the touch and shifts between an eerie dark purple and black gradient, it can appear as a solid, liquid or gas. While this energy will interact with the physical world it causes no physical damage to living or sentient beings, instead it acts as a form of psychic neurotoxin that attacks and ignites the pain receptors and seizes up the neural impulses for 7-10 seconds or less on contact, continued contact will lead to unconsciousness.


Samuel can manipulate this energy two ways:


Self-Infusion: Sam surrounds himself in negative spiritual-energy. In this form his skin and physical outline become transparent allowing you to see only a black skeleton like figure shrouded in black/purple. In this form Sam is faster, stronger, and more resistant to physical and energy/elemental attacks. In this form Sam can release energy burst from his hands.


Summoning: Shadow creatures are usually no taller than three feet in height and weights roughly sixty pounds. These little guys are solid black with yellow eyes (Gengar with yellow eyes)) and are a lot stronger then they appear. They are nasty little creatures with one purpose, to attack and are capable of working independently or as a group, often picking up whatever is nearby to use as a weapon, or shaping their own.


Strengths: The power has both offensive and defensive capabilities.


Weaknesses and Limitations:

(This is the best part because, Sam knows nothing of these.)

Sam’s powers work like a battery and are fueled by the death energy his mutation reactively absorbs from the recently dead or dying. Without a full surplus of this energy (Like the years spent with Koffi) this power will eventually burn out leaving him powerless until said energy can be replenished.

Shadow creatures: as stated above Sam’s creations do not cause physical damage but interact with the physical world and can be just as easily destroyed by it. Continuous contact with anything other than a living being (bats, poles, Volleyballs, anything non-living) and they will fade, extremely vulnerable to elemental attacks (fireballs, ice blast, hydro pump). Sam can only call on a total of six (6) creatures at a time, and have a maximum range of twenty five (25) yards from him before they dissipate and fade.


Physical Abilities


General Physical Capabilities: Sam is naturally athletic and trained in combat and evasion techniques.

Fighting Style: Samuel has been well trained in hand to hand combat, preferring to keep his enemies off guard. Calling on his creations to gang up on or distract a target while he moves in for the upper hand.


Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Samuel’s combat style allows him to take down an opponent or opponents very quickly; although it is clear that he relies too much on his mutation and often finds himself at a disadvantage the longer the fight drags on. Samuel fights with a high risk, high reward style and there are openings for those skilled enough to find them.


History Of Your Character


Samuel was born in Sudan to a wealthy merchant and his wife on their estate just outside western Sudan. It was there that Sam lived a privileged life at a young age. From what Sam can remember his father's estate was as wide as the eye could see, with many of his laborer's and staff living on site along with extended family and friends. It was more like a small village than anything else a place that defined the true meaning of home. With crops and cattle it was its own paradise in the midst of a dry wasteland.

As Sam grew older it was becoming more and more clear that the peaceful world he had come to love so much was changing for the worst. Armed men now patrolled the boundaries to his father's lands, the small village where laborers once called home now grief stricken camp filled with refugees from neighboring villages and towns telling horrible stories of war and death. With all that was going Sam no longer got to enjoy the vast freedom of his beautiful lands instead of roaming the sand and valleys on horseback he had become restricted to the main house and courtyard only.

No more could he rest on the sands on cool nights and enjoy the view of the stars. Now the sky and horizon darken with smoke, echo the sounds of gunfire and haunt night with screams of those unable to escape the terrors.

One night Sam would awake to the sound of such horror just outside his home. His mother's voice frantic, her arms nudging him violently, occasionally leaving from his bedside before running to his window and glancing outside, then rushing back to his bedside and continued to urge him up.



His started to ask his mother what was wrong but was cut short by the sound of gunfire, followed by the screams of woman and children.

Before Sam could respond his mother grabbed him by his hand and dragged him out the room, the sounds of war erupting as they made their way through the grounds. Dead bodies and blood marked the path as they weaved through the violence and mayhem. Then things got real slow and quiet, Sam looked off to his right as a uniformed man with a rifle slammed the butt of it into a woman's head, for a brief second the two locked eyes before the man raised his rifle and aimed it at Sam.

There was a flash of light and a slight breeze before he felt the weight of his mother tug his arm down, followed by a scream. Sam attempted to pull his mother up but she didn't move.

"Mama… Mama get up!" he cried tugging at her arm. Sam instinctively looked back to his right seeing the man upon them his rifle butt coming down at his head before he blacked out. When he awoke the raid was over no more bright fires or screams of terrified people. Instead buildings and tents were mere smoldering ashes the exchanges of gunfire now replaced by single fire executions, and those horrid screams of the terrified were merely weeps and sobs of despair. Blurry his eyes wandered attempting to gain a clue to his surroundings.

It was there he would meet a man by the name of Koffi, a high ranking officer in the Liberation army, mutant and self- proclaimed Savior. He explained to Sam that he and his forces heard the sounds of gunfire while on patrol and rushed to the aid of the village. He explained to Sam his beliefs and ideas and the purpose of his forces graciously he extended his hand to assist Sam in finding his parents and making those who did this pay.

Young and naive Sam accepted his offer, and over the next few months he would spend with numerous other boys from various villages training and learning to be child shoulders. Over this time he would learn everything from hand to hand combat to basic guerrilla warfare tactics, before being thrown into a series of raid on villages and refugee camps. It was at this time many of the boys began to question their leader’s intentions only to have those thoughts quelled by the mental manipulations of Koffi’s abilities if one still stood “unwilling to the cause”. After each year every boy would be forced to kill in a round of "eliminations" or death matches to weed out the weak. Sam would spend years under the direction of Koffi, and his brainwashing system until he was nothing more than a killer with no memory of his home or family.



After five years of training and killing to make him the perfect soldier Sam and a few others were separated from the main force in pursuit of Koffi's dream, once their powers began to develop. Beginning special training centered on awakening their abilities, this class was instructed by Koffi personally and centered on pitting child against life threatening and stressful circumstances proved to draw out the abilities of a child. Add that in with the yearly eliminations and some would learn to harness and understand their abilities quite well. Samuel was one of those children. It would be years before Sam would be rescued by UN forces, and flew to the U.S. in hopes of rehabilitation and a new beginning.



Role-play

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Sample RP:



Sam made his way through the base camp of the SLM army, his eyes darting from left to right as he made his way to the Koffi's tent. It had been four years since he first began under Sir Koffi's service.



"You requested my presence Sir?" Sam questioned as he stood in the doorway. "Samuel, come to me my son..." Koffi summoned a grin on his face, as he entertained fellow high ranking members of the SLM. "I was just telling my friends about your unit, my own personal super soldiers..." Koffi raised a cup to his lips. "They worry that you and your men aren't loyal enough. What do say about that Samuel?"



"Me and my men would lay down our lives for you sir." He stated firmly standing at attention still.



Koffi's eye narrowed as he motioned a guard to retrieve something. "And you would do anything for me right Samuel, no matter what the cost?"

"Yes sir."

The guard returned seconds later tossing an elderly woman to the ground, her hands bound behind her back, her hair dry and matted and her body clearly malnourished. Although Sam did not recognize this woman he could feel something inside him stir as their eyes met.

"Tell me Samuel do you know this woman?"

"No sir..."

Koffi removed his side arm and handed it to Samuel "And if I asked would you kill this woman?"

"Yes sir."

The generals and other ranking member looked from Koffi to the woman and then to Samuel. “Then please put one in her head." The crowd watched as Samuel looked down at the bound woman, tears falling from her eyes as the barrel of the pistol was raised to her head. His finger tightens around the trigger until the barrel flashed leaving the woman lifeless on the ground.

"Do you see do you see what I told you I have trained these children to do whatever I say!" The gun still in Samuel's hand Koffi looked to him. "Do you know who that woman was?" Koffi asked approaching Samuel's position, his eyes flashing in color as he speaks. "That was your mother from years ago, and you didn't even recognize her. Does his make you want to kill me Samuel the fact I had you execute your own mother?"

"No sir..." Samuel replied coldly handing the pistol over to Koffi.

"Good my son you are dismissed..."

Love the power and looking forward to seeing you around the boards. Welcome to MRO.

Welcome to MRO! *throws confetti*

Hey Sam, you should follow me around...Death seems to follow me wherever I go. I could be like your power charger of negative energy!

Looking forward to seeing you around the boards! Welcome!

Welcome to MRO, Sam!

Thank you all for the warm welcome.