Post by sam on May 5, 2011 18:13:58 GMT -5
SAMANTHA DI SILENZI
Name:: Samantha di Silenzi.
Nickname:: Sam.
Age:: Sixteen.
Gender:: Female.
Species:: Demi-God.
Olympian Parent:: Hades, God of the Underworld.
Years at Camp:: Four.
Claimed:: Yes.
Celebrity Claim: Ashley Greene.
Looks:: Short and wayward, Sam's hair usually does what it wants; it could be co-operative one day, or completely unruly the next. The color is a dark brown, but it lightens more during the summer. The boyish cut has gotten Sam mistaken for a boy on occasion, but she doesn't really mind. As for her eyes, they're almost always ringed by a slight darkness - whether from lack of sleep or from mascara is anyone's guess - Sam's eyes tend to be cold and guarded. Their coloring is a steel grey, but it will shift between this, Athena-grey, and near vlack depending on her mood.People have often said that her eyes are the main tip-off as to whom her father is. Where her build is concerned, Sam is tall, lean, (actually unhealthily so) and extremely masculine. Her pysique is athletic, and her muscles are wiry; however, this is overshadowed by her visible bones. Usually hidden by her lose clothing, her ribs, hipbones, knees, and collar bones are sharp and fitting for her lineage. Her complexion is fair, almost unnaturally so. She didn't inherit the olive coloring her mother's Mediterranian family possessed, but the pale, ivory skin of her father. Of course, certain other things contributed to her paleness, but she blames it mostly on her father. Finally, where her height and weight are concerned... Well, to put it bluntly, neither are things she's very comfortable about. As for the former, it's because the numbers are so high; she stands at an unusual 6'1". As for the latter... The numbers are what others would consider very low; she weighs 110lbs. And last, but not least, her style... Well, Sam's style usually consists of her favorite colors: black, blood red, navy, dark purple, and grey.She's been called punk by many, but likes to think that she's just her own person, as she's never liked labels. Usually wearing lose jeans and a graphic tee shirt, red-and-black striped fingerless gloves almost always adorn her hands.
Personality:: At imes, Sam is emotionless, cold, and distant. That’s only when she feels threatened, however - like she's being accused, like she has to defend herself with everything she has, including her sharp tongue. Outside of these situations, however, she’s a tiny bit more open. Though, due to her upbringing in a staunchly Catholic home, Sam is more reserved with her emotions, and expressions. She’s most reserved about her sexuality, and slightly with sexuality in general, though that doesn’t bother her as much. She is also good at concealing her feelings behind a mask, but will only do so if she doesn’t trust herself with what she really feels. She opened herself up to people, once, but distanced herself again when she was claimed.
She's just a tad arrogant about her strengths, and quite vehement about keeping any weakness she has hidden. Sam is often bitter about the fact that people seem to have an aversion to her, just because of whom her father is, but hides it well with stinging words and acidic glances. To put it simply, she's quite hurt on the inside, and hates herself for it. So, she turns her hate outward. It may seem cliche that she enjoys making others hurt as much as she does - not to mention petty - but Sam's cynicism is really the root of this. She believes that everyone will betray her eventully, even her own family. (Ironically enough, she does trust her half-brother, Nico, but wouldn't ever tell anyone that...)
Family:: Sam's family is small, and she's just fine with that: Her father Hades, her mother Serafina, her stepmother Persephone, and her half-brother Nico.
History:: It seems Hades has a liking for Italian women... To be blunt, the relationship of Serafina and Hades was one that was doomed from the start. They infuriated one another, and often fought, but could never deny the attraction which pulled them together. Like two magnets, they always came together again - whether they were happy about it or not. When Sam came along, Serafina was a shamed of herself and her daughter, and so cut all contact with Hades. She knew she could not keep him from his daughter - he was a god, for goodness' sake - but she could keep Sam from him. And so, Serafina raised Sam to be strictly Catholic, and to always adhere to morality and propriety.
Sam hated it. Though, no matter how much she may have hated the way her mother enforced the religion, she couldn't help but feel drawn to the religion itself. She suspects, now, that this was what kept her from being scented by monsters for so long, or even cared about by the other Big Three members: she was so Christian she smelled like any ordinary human, and she could never be a threat to Zeus or Poseidon. Of course, that all changed around the same time her world turned upsidedown. Despite the fact that she had never had any perticular love for her mother, she was all Sam had ever known. Her life up to that tim had been the only thing she had ever experianced. So, when she found herself shipped off to some strange camp place after she pushed her style and sexuality finally too hard, she didn't know what to do.
But, as her growing need for control demanded - this was when she more prevalent issues came into being - she didn't let anyone see or know of her feelings. Things only got worse when her father claimed her. It was in the middle of dinner, a week after she came to Camp Half-Blood. Being as Catholic as she was, she was still leery of this whole, "the-Greek-gods-and-goddesses-exist-and-we're-their-kids" thing, and so had merely gone along with it to not feel like such an outcast. She was proved wrong, and made friendless in one fell swoop, when the black sign of Hades appeared over her head as she was giving her offering to the gods. When people shunned her (though not obtrusively) she quickly became cold and distant. She learned quickly that no-one cared for the children of Hades.
And, well, that's just fine for her - if they don't want her, she'll stick around just to spite them. (Of course, the fact that her half-brother Nico was sometimes around may have something to do with it...)
Name/Nickname:: Sam, or Ruka.
Roleplaying Experience:: About... Six or seven years, give or take a few months...
Sample RP::
A soft sigh of annoyance escaped slightly parted lips, but was made inaudible by the ringing of the bell to end class. Her lecture had been interrupted again, and she was certainly less than pleased. Turning to face her class, the tall brunette spoke clearly so that the students would understand what their homework was. “I’d like all of you to write me an essay answering the question, ‘At what point did the French Revolution become doomed to excessive violence?’ It is to be no-less than eight hundred words, and no more than one thousand. Use specific examples, and prove why you have your opinion. I’d like it to be turned in by the end of class tomorrow at latest; I will not accept it any later.”
Noting that every student either knew what would be asked of them, or they simply had the guts to prove they didn’t care to her face by the way each student met her dark grey gaze, she nodded curtly. Gesturing that they could now leave, the tall woman seated herself at her desk to begin grading papers from another of her classes. Usually, she would have used the next period to go grab herself some coffee (black, of course) but today she had other work to do.
Once she had loosened the navy tie which had begun to feel slightly constricting, the brunette then unbuttoned the cuffs of her white men’s dress shirt, rolled them up to her elbows, and then got to work. She knew her style and manner of dress was odd for a woman, but this was how she was most comoftable. The time of the period passed quickly, and finally she was on the last paper. Frowning at a very small, minor error, though one which had kept one of her best students from receiving the A she knew they deserved, she quickly corrected it.
In the top left-hand corner of the first page, where a student’s name, the name of their teacher, the name of the class, and the date was to be, she had found the error. Really, students should leanr to be more careful. Knowing that her student knew better, she made a mental note to speak with them later; she quickly filled in her name, which had been forgotten.
Samantha Nanami.
