Samael’s Dossier [WIP]

[Samael 0]

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Profile:
Username: Samael
Real name: Samuel Takeba
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6’3”

Background:

Samuel had an upbringing most people might call boring. Plain house, plain school, plain friends. What was not plain was his obsession with martial arts from a young age. This obsession likely stemmed from his father, who had also been obsessed with martial arts from a young age, and started training Samuel in Kendo in grade school.

Samuel had trouble making friends however, not many people wanted to join him in his imaginary battles against over one thousand ghosts. Samuel however, didn’t care, as he would continue to play and practice, he would also train.

Samuel did eventually make one really close friend, a friend who would join him on the battlefield in his mind. And when they stopped picking fights in their imagination, they began picking fights with kids in school. A regular pair of delinquents, but Samuel was always more interested in protecting his friend than actually settling a dispute, they just so happened to both require punching the same people.

The boy eventually became a man, he graduated highschool and went off to college in his mom’s homeland, Japan. His friend had come along as well, but they sort of grew apart in these years, not for any reason other than they were too busy to hang out, but one day, Sammy gets a text about a new game. His friend had gone and bought them both copies and they were going to try it out. That’s when it happened.

After finding out they were trapped in a death game, Sam wanted to get right to work, but his best friend since childhood had frozen in his tracks, the fear of actually dying had paralyzed him. Screams rang out, people were crying and pushing each other to the floor trying to escape that colosseum. All Sam could do was grab his friend and drag him away. They hid in inns and taverns, wasting what little money they had trying to get by. You see, Sam’s friend was more interested in lucking out, maybe the frontlines will clear the game, maybe they’ll get us out. As the days went on, and it felt like years to the White haired giant, his best friend wound up hearing about this safe place for those just trying to survive, too scared to fight.

A sanctuary.

It didn’t take long for Samuel to see this cult for what it is, but he couldn’t just let his best friend go through this alone. Months disappeared trying to convince his friend of the truth, and when the leader had started talking like they were going to end in this game, Samuel lost his patience. He began trying to drag his friend away, but his best friend met him with a sword. A wild slash took off Samuel’s arm, and the white haired man had realized.

It was too late, his friend was lost.

Samuel himself had disappeared, no trace left behind, 

Virtues

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Flaws

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Skills:

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Inventory:

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Equipment

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Consumables

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