"People tell quite a lot to people they think unimportant."
Full Name:
Samuel Jensen [No Middle Name]
Nicknames and Aliases:
Sammy
Gender:
Male
Age:
Nineteen [19]
Human Ethnicity:
British-Caucasian
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
[And known to be a bit of a flirt with the maidservants]
Race:
Sylph
Status:
Stable Boy
Hair Color:
Bright Red, naturally
[Dulls the color with dirt]
Eye Color:
Moss Green
Height:
[He thinks himself short, and is a little touchy about it]
5'5"
Weight:
Virtually Weightless
Scars:
A few from dealing with a somewhat hostile stallion.
Oddities:
His hair, naturally, is a color that is too vivid to be found in a human, and his eyes a brighter green than one might expect, though it might be stumbled across in the human irises. Besides this, the fact that he is weightless is strange- he must wear weights for fear of floating away.
Bright Red, naturally
[Dulls the color with dirt]
Eye Color:
Moss Green
Height:
[He thinks himself short, and is a little touchy about it]
5'5"
Weight:
Virtually Weightless
Scars:
A few from dealing with a somewhat hostile stallion.
Oddities:
His hair, naturally, is a color that is too vivid to be found in a human, and his eyes a brighter green than one might expect, though it might be stumbled across in the human irises. Besides this, the fact that he is weightless is strange- he must wear weights for fear of floating away.
{Prankster, Cheerful, Observant, Prone to Grudges, Loyal}
For the most part, the ladies and lords of the court pay little to no heed to someone so low in the rankings as a simple stable boy. This is something which Sammy gladly uses to his advantage, sneaking about and setting little pranks for anyone who he either really likes or very much despises. Most of the time, he's never caught for these little jokes of his, because, true to his Sylph nature, he disappears like the wind as soon as he's witnessed the fruits of his labors. The fact that he is able to manipulate wind definitely helps when it comes to these little pranks, as well. Most of the time that one sees the young man, he has a mischievous sort of smile on his face, or a sparkle in his eye that those who know him take as a warning- some scheme is about to unfold. Thanks to his love of pranks, the young man knows more about the layout of the castle than Queen Elizabeth herself probably does- he's always sneaking off into some little corner or another.
His jokes are usually rather harmless, of course, and his animated expressions communicate the words that those around him only rarely hear. The smile on his face exists for reasons beyond those of satisfaction over the success of his latest plot. A genuinely cheerful sort of lad, Sammy seems to typically be in a good mood, occasionally caught humming or whistling little tunes to himself while he works. For this, he is pleasant enough to be around, certain to help lighten the moods of others. Besides this, many might seek his company when searching for an ear that might be lent their way. As a result, perhaps, of his typically quiet nature, Sammy is an excellent listener- and has keen eyes that don't seem to miss very much at all. When one does not spend all of their time chattering on or looking at themselves, they catch on to quite a lot- this applies to Sammy. Very little goes on in the stables and grounds that he seems to miss. He even catches on to much of the court gossip, despite not often venturing towards such areas. People often tell things to those they deem unimportant that they would never breathe a word of to anyone else.
While the aforementioned cheerfulness of Sammy's is completely genuine, it does not hold him back from having a temper that people often associate with the bright color of his hair. If insulted in some way, or made to feel looked down upon, Sammy can become quite irritated- and when the stable boy decides he dislikes a person, there can be great consequences for that individual. Sometimes it is simply little pranks here and there, but should he truly form a grudge, they might wake up to find their room torn apart, with nothing stolen. Secrets they hadn't realized someone had heard might be suddenly revealed to the least desirable of people. Basically, it isn't particularly wise to get on the bad side of this typically smiling stable boy, because his knack for pranks and observation can make him a rather formidable enemy. It's best to remain on his good side- for to earn his loyalty is to have a strong friend for a very long time, or until he has been in some way betrayed. Another way to gain his dislike is through the insulting of his friends, another slight he will not tolerate.
Horseback Riding - Growing up working in the stables, it was inevitable that Samuel should be a capable rider. He came to love riding, as well- he imagines it to be the closest humans can get to truly understanding the wind as a Sylph does.
Pranks - Somewhat devious in his knack for tricks, Sammy is known among the servants for his little tricks and pranks, often played upon the snobbier of the wealthy, and girls he fancies- though usually the latter pranks are more sweet jokes than anything.
Exploring - A fan of adventure, the young man has come to know most every secret part of the castle thanks to his tendency to wander and explore.
Habits:
Scratches his head when guilty || Flirts through jokes and pranks || Tends to wander off || Hums/Whistles to Himself
Likes/Loves:
- Horses
- Strong Wind
- Running
- Pranks
- Good-Humored People
- Pretty Girls
- Sweets
- Exploring
- Shortcuts
- A Bit of Roughhousing
- A Bit of Chaos
- Animals
- Controlling Air
- Snobbishness
- Getting Caught
- Talking to those he dislikes
- Wearing Weights
- Court Etiquette
- Being Looked Down On
- His Height
- Drunkards
- Stubbornness
- Incessant Chatter
- Losing
- Meat
- Plays
History:
Samuel is not the first Sylph to work among the animals of the English Court. His father before him, a good name with a gentle nature that worked very well with the animals he trained, was once the kennelmaster for the court. He occupied that position all throughout Sammy's childhood, in fact, and it is he who passed a love of animals onto the red-haired boy. Sammy's mother, meanwhile, worked as a typical maidservant in the castle, cleaning up after the wealthy and often spoiled. One would think that, as supernatural beings with talents beyond those of the people they served, the Jensens would have found higher positions in the court- or at least have made their living in some sort of entertainment, such as the dancing which Sylphs are so often proficient in. His mother had a sweet voice, one which might have earned her a position as a singer of sorts for the entertainment of the royals. But much like their son, the pair preferred positions that did not feel as though they were caged canaries for the amusements of the wealthy and powerful. His father had a high enough position, for the members of the court were fond of their dogs, and the family got by rather well, living in a little cottage right off of the castle, where his father could properly train the dogs to hunt and obey and the like. Sammy grew up in this setting, quite happy under the guidance of two loving, but not to the point of spoiling him, parents.
He was fortunate enough to grow up under this loving roof, as well as to have two parents who were able to teach him how to use his power over wind, to dirty his hair and weigh down his clothing so that he wouldn't float away. Although there were occasional slips, for the most part he was able to keep the truth of himself a secret from his friends. These friends were other children who lived in the palace, anyone from the cook's daughter to the son of a Duke. They would have a wonderful time, ignorant to the differences that their social statuses drew between them. Running through the nearby forest, swimming naked in the river, sneaking about the palace corridors- all of these things were second nature to he and his lot. That is, until they began to grow older, and status began to tear his crew apart. He'd hear it again and again- "don't play with that serving boy, it isn't appropriate." or "He's beneath you, Olive- dirty and unimportant." These scoldings were received by his friends, but they hurt him most of all. Time continued, and by thirteen or so the children had learned to turn up their nose at him, to look the only way. Some would sneak a glance, to try and convey their apologies, but by this point he had already looked away. The young man had become a stable boy at this point, and resigned himself to befriending only other 'low folk' as the ladies and lords had called them.
This also led him to feel a bit of spite towards the upper levels of the court, as seen now by his tendency to play tricks and the like on them. These days, he doesn't associate much with the fancier crowd, though there might be one or two exceptions. Childhood taught him that there is a line between the two- drawn by the wealthy, perhaps, but enforced by both parties. And he wants nothing to do with people who look over their shoulder to make sure no one sees them hanging around him.
Face Claim:
Eddie Redmayne
Samuel is not the first Sylph to work among the animals of the English Court. His father before him, a good name with a gentle nature that worked very well with the animals he trained, was once the kennelmaster for the court. He occupied that position all throughout Sammy's childhood, in fact, and it is he who passed a love of animals onto the red-haired boy. Sammy's mother, meanwhile, worked as a typical maidservant in the castle, cleaning up after the wealthy and often spoiled. One would think that, as supernatural beings with talents beyond those of the people they served, the Jensens would have found higher positions in the court- or at least have made their living in some sort of entertainment, such as the dancing which Sylphs are so often proficient in. His mother had a sweet voice, one which might have earned her a position as a singer of sorts for the entertainment of the royals. But much like their son, the pair preferred positions that did not feel as though they were caged canaries for the amusements of the wealthy and powerful. His father had a high enough position, for the members of the court were fond of their dogs, and the family got by rather well, living in a little cottage right off of the castle, where his father could properly train the dogs to hunt and obey and the like. Sammy grew up in this setting, quite happy under the guidance of two loving, but not to the point of spoiling him, parents.
He was fortunate enough to grow up under this loving roof, as well as to have two parents who were able to teach him how to use his power over wind, to dirty his hair and weigh down his clothing so that he wouldn't float away. Although there were occasional slips, for the most part he was able to keep the truth of himself a secret from his friends. These friends were other children who lived in the palace, anyone from the cook's daughter to the son of a Duke. They would have a wonderful time, ignorant to the differences that their social statuses drew between them. Running through the nearby forest, swimming naked in the river, sneaking about the palace corridors- all of these things were second nature to he and his lot. That is, until they began to grow older, and status began to tear his crew apart. He'd hear it again and again- "don't play with that serving boy, it isn't appropriate." or "He's beneath you, Olive- dirty and unimportant." These scoldings were received by his friends, but they hurt him most of all. Time continued, and by thirteen or so the children had learned to turn up their nose at him, to look the only way. Some would sneak a glance, to try and convey their apologies, but by this point he had already looked away. The young man had become a stable boy at this point, and resigned himself to befriending only other 'low folk' as the ladies and lords had called them.
This also led him to feel a bit of spite towards the upper levels of the court, as seen now by his tendency to play tricks and the like on them. These days, he doesn't associate much with the fancier crowd, though there might be one or two exceptions. Childhood taught him that there is a line between the two- drawn by the wealthy, perhaps, but enforced by both parties. And he wants nothing to do with people who look over their shoulder to make sure no one sees them hanging around him.
Face Claim:
Eddie Redmayne
