Tall and thin, A rifle slung on his back and a rapier on his belt.
His long black hair is pulled into a ponytail, which dangles just past his shoulders in length. A tricorn hat keeps the sun out of his eyes. He is generally wearing the uniform of a Vectian scout, a dark-green overcoat with white shirt underneath, and a light green scarf. Tall, shiny black leather boots that almost reach his knees, and brown pants, complete the uniform. A long, flintlock rifle is on his back; I say rifle, because it is, indeed, rifled, granting him greater accuracy at the cost of a higher production cost. With his belt, he carries two pouches of shot, a horn of powder, and a plain rapier in a black leather sheath. A bandolier holds the rapier and belt securely in place, with a decorative brass piece placed just over his heart. His face is smooth, unscarred from combat or disease; In fact, one could say that he is rather handsome, though he is rather skinny. If on the march, He carries a backpack with all his necessities in it, including shaving tools and eating utensils (Generally weighing about 60 pounds total).
Full Name: Sameul James Rodetan
Nicknames: Sam
Preferred Names: Sam, Sameul
Aliases: None.
Titles/Honorifics: Scout
Gender: Male
Main Species:Human
Sub Species: N/A
Apparent Age: 17
Actual Age: 19
Birth Date: Year 1761
Birth Place: Altea
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Sexual Orientation/Preference: Heterosexual.
Marital Status:Single
Skin Color/Shade: Very pale.
Markings/Scars: None at all.
Tattoos/Piercings: None.
Height: 6'
Weight: 156 LBs
Physical Condition: Bad.
Body Build: Sickly.
Disabilities: Nervous all the time, not very strong.
Psychological Condition: Frail, sickly looking. Very pale.
Eye Color: Light blue.
Eye Wear: None.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style/Length: Long, tied into a ponytail.
Hair Wear: Nothing.
Education: Two years of blacksmithing, Five years of military training.
Languages: English, Demonic, Angelic.
Main Occupation: None at the moment.
Side Occupation: Nervously avoiding large groups of people.
Current Residence: The mountain forests.
Previous Residence: Altea.
Current Affiliations: None.
Former Affiliations: Vectian Military
Family/Relatives: Unknown.
Religion(s)/Beliefs: Monotheistic.
Statistics Ratings
Using low, moderately low, average, moderately high, and high
Intelligence:Average
Spiritual:Average
Magic Resistance:Average.
Stamina: Moderately low.
Energy: Average.
Endurance: Average.
Speed: High.
Strength: Average.
Combat: High
Technique: Moderately High
Personality and Other Characteristics
Overall Personality:
Public Behavior: Nervous. He stutters when facing strangers.
Behavior with Friends: Open, friendly, generally very helpful.
Behavior with Family:N/A
Behavior with Lovers:N/A
Behavior with Enemies: Highly nervous, stutters alot.
Likes: Quiet places, being alone.
Hobbies: None at the moment.
Interests: Guns, quiet places, lakes.
Dislikes: Strangers, vampires, laser weapons.
Goals/Ambitions: Keeping to himself, finding a way home.
Life's Ambition: N/A.
Superstitions: Ghosts.
Fears: Lasers, big explosions, loud people, thiefs, monsters... I could go on.
Biggest Fear: Death.
Morals: A chivalry-like code taught to him by his father.
Prized Possession (Emotional/Personal Value): A simple golden band, worn around his finger.
Prized Possession (Material Value): His rifle and sword.
Most Outspoken About:
Least Outspoken About:
Positive Characteristics: He's a great shot, silent when needed, and fast.
Negative Characteristics: He's anti-social, weak, and keeps to himself.
Aptitudes:
Equipment and Personal Belongings
Main/Usual Outfit: See above.
Secondary Outfit: See above.
Armor: Normal outfit with a metal breastplate over top.
Jewelry: None.
Accessories: None.
Primary Weapon: A flint-lock rifle.
Secondary Weapon: His rapier.
Side Weapons (Throwing knives, chains, and etc.): Small dagger.
See description.
Sam started life out as the son of a blacksmith, A nobody. His mother died giving birth to him, And many of his siblings died at an early age. Indeed, through most of his child life he himself was sickly. However, when he reached the age of ten, his health greatly improved, and thats when life really started for him. First came his short, two-year apprenticeship with his father to become a blacksmith.His father didnt want him to become a blacksmith, however. Instead he insisted and even forced, him to join the army. He failed much of training, being unable to put up with marches for too long in his weakened state, and so the life of a common musketeer or pikeman was passed over. Instead, He excelled in sharpshooting and fencing, And was an excellent tracker. Therefore, He was sent to join the scouts. Slightly less dangerous then the regulars, Sam was trained to snipe at the enemy from afar, Draw detailed maps of terrain, and a bit more training at hand-to-hand combat. He did not fight in the lines like the others; Instead favoring hit-and-run tactics. Sadly, There was no wars to fight, And so Sam was sent to the Vectian Embassy in Voltas, to replace the elderly scout they had there. He is torn up about the plague: Stuck between worrying about himself, and worrying about the common people. Once a peasent, Always a peasent.