Crixus Tanus Terminuz

Crixus Tanus Terminuz Jun 11, 2010 3:45:26 GMT -6

Post by samson on Jun 11, 2010 3:45:26 GMT -6

Crixus Tanus Terminuz

SAMSON

' B a s i c s

' A b i l i t i e s

• Power [/color] |

Hyper Comprehension: Through many years of seeing both sides of the playing field, Demonhood and the mortal struggle Samson has become able to understand and see things that people of less experience would be blind to. A simple example would be the reason a father would lie to his son, to a more complicated situation as 'why Galactus must exist for the universe to function'

This ability also lets him see a mutation and be able to break it down in his mind and figure out the necessary spells that would be required to replicate the effect, for example the human torch would be a combination of fire resistance + self ignition + flight etc. etc.

Mortal Magic Samson has been obsessed with mortal magic since he first discovered it during the crusades. Since then he has compiled a huge collection and is well versed in it. He typically favours elemental magic for example:
Fire:- Create fire, ignite self, fire resistance, fireball
Water:- Healing, water form, create and manipulate water
Earth:- Earthen durability(meta-human durability), strength of earth(equal to strength class 25), merge with earth
Wind:- Fleet of foot, wind wall, flight

These magics are able to be merged to create effects such as Electricity, ice and so on.

A couple of his other favoured planes of magic extend to Light manipulation allowing him to turn invisible and create hard light. As well as Darkforce coaxing, allowing him to tap into the Darkforce dimension to move through objects and create objects with the strength of tungsten carbide. Darkforce in enticed to act under his command through promises of feeding on life.

From his time with doctor strange he became adept at going into the astral plane and projecting his consciousness through space. As well as being able to somewhat manipulate the mystical energies to create standared shield and mystical bolts.

His spell book holds many more spells, the ones listed are merely his battle ready/memorized spells. The collection he has amassed reaches into many other planes of magic, psionics, ritualistic summoning, necromancy, the dark arts, wards and many more.

Longevity After losing his Demon hood to his father's out burst he was cursed with longevity. Though still able to be harmed Samson will not die of natural causes.

• Weapons [/color] | Demon cutting sword, spell book
• Weaknesses [/color] | Power Weaknesses The magic must be cast, in the case of simple well used spells such fireball a simple silent incantation is required. For something stronger like, merging with earth, reagents or mystical symbols are required.

All the spells Samson casts require concentration or a magical trinket to maintain, for example if he was imitating the human torch he would have at least two spells active all the time which would limit his ability to cast a super powerful fireball.

Though Samson may have collected nearly 800 or so years worth of magical documents, he need access to them to use them. So for example, a mental domination spell would require him to find the spell in his spell book and then cast it. Very few of Samson's spells are instantaneous.

At present his extensive Collection is under the watchful eye of Victor von doom.

Personality weaknesses
Since being released from the mirror dimension Samson is hunted by demons, sent by Mephisto which often jump him at unexpected times. They can be warded against and/or easily defeated. His father doesn't want to kill him just make his life very difficult.

Samson is very old, and as such has come to appreciate the delicacies of the world he sometimes stops and wonders about how it has all changed. He is slower to come to choices as he takes great care in deciding things because he understands and must take into consideration the consequences for his actions.

His age has also made him very tired, and though his body won't give in, he feels as though his mind has long since rid itself of the youthful vigour that plagues everyone else. Though when he gets going he is as spry as any young gun, it just takes longer to get there.

Though he his pretty sharp witted and a quick learner he is still often vexed by technology and often resorts to using magic to get the same effect. For example he would spend five minutes trying to get the microwave to work before he gives in and ends up casting fireball on the cheezeburger to get it to cook.

• Skills[/color] |
Being in mephisto's armies for many years, as well as fighting in the various mortal wars, Samson has become very proficient in sword play, favouring his demon slaying sword(Zarfor) over any other weapons he has ever come across. Also picked up torture, interrogation, stealth and battle tactics from his days serving under with the mortals.

An exceptionally quick reader, after spending so long studying it is a skill developed to stop one going insane.

Expert in the field of demonology, after living amongst them and being one of them he knows things about the demons of Mephistos realm as well as the neighbouring lord's demons that mortal Demonologists would give their souls for.

The body he was left with gives him around peak human strength, far stronger than the average human and by all account is capable of pressing about 800lbs.

' A p p e a r a n c e

• Height [/color] | 6”4'
• Weight [/color] | 350lbs
• Hair color & Style [/color] | short back with scars
• Eye color [/color] | Dark blue
• Face claim [/color] | Batista
• Overall Appearance[/color] |
Samson walks around in a pair of loose trousers, a dark red duster coat. With a black sleeveless shirt underneath the coat and a heavy chain running from shoulder to hip which holds his spell book. Hands clad in heavy leather gauntlets stained by combat, his sword hangs down his back. Often seen carrying a large pack full of his daily essentials.

His is very tall and incredibly well built, being 350lbs and 6”4' makes him look like a giant, often standing out in a crowd. He is his hair is short with two long scars on his head from where his horns were forcibly removed, a tattoo on his face portrays a menacing demeanour.

His dark blue eyes speak of magic use and his wrinkled face speaks of a very long life, he often sighs when he has to move and can often be found dozing in a rocking chair. Outwardly, when relaxed, looks like any other old man, albeit a very in shape one.

His large frame is built to last being mostly dense muscle and incredibly strong, making him sometimes seem awkward around smaller objects like chairs and tables.

' P e r s o n a l i t y

• Favorite Color [/color] | RED – Same colour as my Jacket
• Likes [/color] |

• Dislikes [/color] |

• Fears [/color] | Being rejected by the mortals, Having to spend the rest of his days alone, losing the ability to use the mortal magic.
• Goals/ dreams[/color] | Get revenge on his father, pass to the afterlife with a feeling that he had done all he could
• Overall Personality[/color] | When chillaxing he likes to snooze and look at the sky, enjoys other peoples company and come acorss like an old man who is ready to fall into his grave, his tired eyes see more than he speaks. Always happy to give advice to those that want it, but never expects it to be followed.

When things get hot he moves just as fast as the younglings, he brings his power to bear when ever it is needed and settles for nothing but complete victory. He sees mortal life as very precious because it is so short. As such he will often try and avoid killing, even if they are his 'enemies'

He smiles a knowing smile, he has seen nearly every social situation play itself out, the only difference are the toys in which they chose to communicate their feelings over. His age portrays him as sometimes quite smug and he often finds his hand in the air when arguments start. His favourite line being, your life is too short to be angry.

' H i s t o r y

• Birthplace [/color] | Mephisto's realm
• Mother [/color] | Unknown succubus
• Father [/color] | Mephisto
• Siblings[/color] | Darkheart and various other demons
• Other Relations [/color] | Faith - niece
• Companion [/color] | None
• Overall history[/color] | (Detailed 3+ paragraphs

Born sometime before the turn of 1000ad, Samson was born from mephisto and raised to fight as a general in his armies and it is assumed that he did so until he made his first trip to the mortal realm. Samson entered Demon hood with standard demon powers of super strength, stamina, and durability. He was also an exceptional shape shifter, his favourite form being his War form, a hulking demon with massive horns protruding form the top of his head.

The crusades As the second crusade kicked off Samson was amongst the templars, setting fire to people and building alike, he was only there to slay as many mortals as he could.

It was during the fourth crusade that he stumbled upon his first taste of mortal magic, a sorcerer of not very much power pelted him with enough fire to make him burn. After blowing the magic-user to pieces he found his tomes and was fascinated by them, soon after this he began to hunt down and collect everything he found to take it back to hell with him to study.

With the seventh crusade coming to a close Samson was eager to return to his home realm and sink his teeth into the magical tomes he had collected, however he didn't get a chance. On return to hell Mephisto caught wind of his mortal studies. His father flew into a rage and destroyed the two hundred mortal years of lore and forbid Samson from touching the vile magicks of man.

Pushed back into the demon armies, Mephisto placed Samson in a low position to hold him in the ranks and keep him occupied.

Spanish Inquisition The rate of souls had slowed as of late, and so a task given to Samson was to incite a new war. Using his shape shifting abilities, he got close to Isabella I of Castile and helped bring about the Spanish inquisition.

A short while after the purging of heretics began several Tomes began to find their way into the palace, the strange books were brought back by returning soldiers and were confiscated when they were arrested for treason. After discovering what these were he took leave from the throne to 'personally deal with the insurgents and traitors' he set about collecting the Tomes as he once again began building up his collection.

When the war was over and enough souls had gone to his father's realm to fulfil the demand he decided that taking the tomes back would mean meeting his fathers wrath again. So he took what he could from the books and managed to create a realm inside a mirror, an inter-dimensional space for him to store all the literature he had accumulated. With that done and his curiosity satisfied he tried to forget the magicks as he returned to his father's side.

Salem witch hunts
Two hundred years later, years filled with fighting other lords and extending his fathers control, he somehow got wind of a safe haven for mortal Mages, seeing this as a way to show his father he was over his obsession he declared that he would go and exterminate those that were practising the magicks.

Under the guise of an inquisitor and several townspeople Samson incited heavy superstition and distrust in the town of Salem, causing them to start handing him, now an inquisitor, those that were suspected of practising magic. Many people were accused and for those that were guilty were given a choice, hand over all their tomes and knowledge or be killed at the hands of their friends and loved ones.

Inciting fear and been quite effective and he soon found himself with more books than he could effectively organise, so he employed a man, Giles Corey, to look after and organise his findings and schedule the interviews.

Out of nearly two hundred people that were pushed forwards only 30 or so were put to what they called the 'witch trials' Samson cared little about the fates of those that resisted.

Samson was like a kid in a candy shop, with so much knowledge to collect and seemingly infinite time he became careless. After only a year of harvesting Salem's crop the people turned on him. Whether it was due to him slipping up or if it was his father's hand that incited such a turn in the peoples, or it may have even been a third party.

He was busy storing his his treasure in the realm that existed in the mirror, which he had managed to keep safe through various spells and having it passed through noble families as an heirloom. When the mob came it was quite a surprise and the thought of destroying the populous and demonstrating his power would have just made thing messy and possibly scare off all of the cattle. After all knowledge was useless if it was inside of a dead man's head.

So in a bid to remain hidden he threw himself into the ream inside of his mirror, leaving his assistant Giles Corey to be stoned to death, spellbound to never say where his master had gone or even admit to his existence.

After Realising that he was trapped in the space that was his own creation, he called out to his father. Mephisto came to him almost as soon as he finished calling him. When the demon Lord appeared he was furious at what he saw, and as such brought his rage to bear on his son.

“You would go against my words and harbour knowledge of mere mortals then so be it! You can spend the rest of your days as that of which you so admire, and you will see how insignificant the vermin are!” Were the last words the his father said as he pulled the horns from his head and in doing so tore his demon hood from him causing him to lose all the power he enjoyed as a demon. Before leaving his father cursed him with longevity, he then understood the meaning to his fathers words. Samson was left in his 'WAR' form, standing at six foot four and 350lbs, two scars marked his forehead.

He was stuck in his mirror and to stop himself from going mad he began to practice and study the magicks that he collected. Crafting himself a spell book out of the magicks he found, a book that was enchanted to a fixed size of six hundred A4 pages with a solid cover. The book was enchanted to never change shape and to always have one blank page essentialy meaning that it had infinite pages.

Doom
When the year 2000 rolled around Samson had sufficiently weakened the seals keeping him in the realm on his side, whilst the seals on the outside were broken by a powerful sorcerer, Victor Von Doom.

Doom had hunted down the mirror and bought it from an antique dealer, rumors surrouning the meaning of the spelled symbols that had been etched into its frame had brought it to his attention and so he had bought it out right.

During this time Doom was still trying to reach his mother's soul in Mephisto's realm. In exchange for not being imprisoned Samson bartered his knowledge of his father's realm. As it turned out all the knowledge in the world did not make the process of getting her sould released any easier and so they went to the aged Genghis contest went it came around.

It was here that Samson realised that despite the knowledge he held in his head and mirror that he was of no significant power compared to either Doom or Strange. So took his leave before finding out if Doom got his wish.

Doom and Samson still held history, they had researched many things together and he had even helped fend off the fantastic four. But Doom's way of life was far removed from Samson's and so the parting was not difficult for either of them.

A sense of self
Two or so years passed and during those years he wondered alone through the world, as he had once done through hell. The effects of having his demon hood removed extended far more than just his command of hellfire and shape shifting but his entire outlook on life had changed.

The mortals around him lived for no more that 100 years, yet here he was walking around closing on his first millennia, still considered young by some demon's standards. He grew fond of the fleeting moments of a Mortal's lifespan, it was here that he realised that it wasn't just his powers it was his heart that was changed as well. By all accounts he was mortal soul and all.

Strange
Within a couple of years Samson sought out Dr. Strange, he had left his mirror at doomstadt and so decided to seek tutelage from the sorcerer supreme. Samson was well received by Strange, and the two shared many a late night discussing the intricacies of the astral plane.

The house of M incident distracted the two of them from their studies and Samson was soon at Strange's side using his spells to battle the chaos. When Wanda's spell changed reality he was a bit taken back and somewhat confused about the meaning of it all. Strange and he became distant as his mentor became increasingly taxed with trying to right the world, when the mutant population was de powered his mentor became distant still though they remained in contact.

The civil war broke out shortly afterwards and being relatively new to these things meant that he felt that he had no part in such a conflict. So like his strange he took his leave from the outside world and decided to take some time merely reflecting on the years, he had seen and his purpose in life.

World war hulk

Samson was roaming the world solo when he had a dream about Strange. In the dream he was instructed to come back to America and help to stem the destruction of the hulk. Samson gladly assisted in the evacuation of New York, but was saddened that he was not asked to join the new avengers.

With the people saved Samson watched in horror as Strange evoked the power of zom, knowing full well that it would be a mistake to do so. They had spoken about it before and was surprised to find his former mentor going against his words. The sight of the half demon Strange reminded Samson of where he himself had come from, and though he stayed to help the wounded as soon as the sentry saved the day the ex-demon that was Samson left for greener grasses.

Secret invasion
When the Skrulls launched their attacks Samson was roaming Britain and assisted the British government in defending the siege perilous but despite his efforts was not able to defend against all the missiles and as such was there to witness Captain Britain's possible sacrifice.

When the invasion came to an end Samson had just as much Skrulls blood on his hands as he did mortal. It was here that he decided that he wouldn't take part in any more of the mortal struggles, the wars that mortals brought on themselves were just as bad as the demons that they so loathe. Growing sick of the constant conflicts he decided to go into a recluse, leaving the mortal world and instead watching it from a safe distance.

Bounty
Around ten years had passed since he was freed from the mirror, and when he began to head into his recluse his father or another demon lord placed a demonic bounty on his head. This bounty or parts of it would be rewarded to those that managed to significantly deter Samson from enjoying his life with such mortals.

They were responsible for the death of some visiting travellers, and since then he has stayed ever vigilant and wardeed against such attacks.

New Order
For many years Samson strolled the astral plane and contemplated life, looking at his own decisions and the choices that others had made, he weighed up the consequences and traced every action to another. It was during this time that he felt like he could see the strings of fate that connected everyone.

Most of all he was searching for a part to play in the world, he wasn't getting any older and it was when another civil war began to break out that he decided that enough was enough.

It wasn't so different from the last one except that the stakes were far far higher. He didn't see this as the good guys against the bad guys, it was the sake of the whole of America, or not the entire world.

If the New Order got their way then the consequences of the mortal man's action would have greater knock on effects than their short sighted leader could imagine.

So he left his humble shack in the middle of no where and set out for the land of Louisiana to play his part in preventing the possible destruction of the world, all the whilst muttering to himself, 'bloody mortals'

' O u t o f C h a r a c t e r

RP Sample: (must be a sample of the character you are applying for, can, however, be from a different side)

Heavy foliage masked the giant man's approach, his massive botts snapping twigs and dead leaves as he approached the supposed location of his destination. the wind moved strangely around the man, taking what ever sound he did produce and pushing it in another direction. His dark red coat was drenched through by the recent rains and water sloshed in his boot from walking through a swamp.
When the Manor finally came into view it was somewhat shrouded, as if someone had tried to trick the eyes, or maybe it was merely an effect of the heat rising from the wet undergrowth. Either way as he approached the manor he stretched his aching limbs.

Some one better be home...

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