Samson Hannibal Caine

[Samson Caine]

Samson Hannibal Caine

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me."

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

name: Samson Hannibal Caine
nickname: Sam, Hannibal, Caine
birthday: March 14th
house: Ravenclaw
age: 25

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all."

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

discription:
When you first see Samson he may come across as a quiet, mysterious figure with something strangely intriguing about the sorcerer. Standing strongly at 6’0, the man is lean with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. His hair can vary from a dark brown in summer’s sunlight to ebony black in winter’s daylight. The man’s eyes are a dark captivating steel blue that can often be seen with a flicker of amusement and an underlying faint look of a lonely man.
Samson’s neutral expression is either blank, serious or with as slight amused and knowing crooked grin that gives off the impression that he’s keeping a hold onto a delicious secret. Any smile of his usually makes the scar on his cheek that he received from his mother more noticeable.

His Animagus form is that of a Black Jaguar, but like all Animagi he bears identifying marks; the scar he has on his cheek in his human form as well as his eyes, also appearing to have a more of a blue tint to them rather than a light gold.

play-by: Gaspard Ulliel

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be."

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

personality:
Samson is not hard to miss when he wants you to spot him, but knows how to blend into the background and becomes all but invisible. He's cautious and weary around others and trusts no one easily, especially since most of his life he was surrounded by people that’d stab him in the back in an instant if they were to gain from it. Despite this however he is very charismatic and can fool you into believing he trusts you but his guard is always up, also he himself in many cases also can’t be trusted because he often lies.

He's very intelligent, insightful, intuitive, observant and cautious but he knows how to have fun and loves to have a laugh with people- he has a very good sense of humour, though his can be dry, involving sarcasm, timing and wit. He can also be very flirtatious and charming even when in a dangerous situation.
Samson is the kind of guy who’s very confident and doesn’t try to be someone or something he’s not. He’s the kind of person that holds fast to his beliefs and his strong-willed nature means that he’s not swayed lightly or easily broken.

likes:

• Challenges
  
• Poetry
  
• Art
  
• Flirting
  
• Cats
  
• Having fun
  
• Astromony
  
• Reading
  
• Play-fighting
  
• Banter
  
• Music
  
• Honey
  

dislikes:

• Ignorance
  
• Arrogance
  
• Naivety
  
• Feeling vulnerable
  
• Discrimination
  
• Unjust cruelty
  
• Chocolate
  
• When people go too far with their rivalry or competitiveness
  
• People not appreciating books
  
• When people underestimate others
  
• Uneccessary violence
  
• Losing his temper
  

strengths:

• Intelligent
  
• Transfiguration
  
• Martial Magic
  
• Intuitive
  
• Strong-willed
  
• He is able to fight with his fists as good as he can with his magic
  
• Excellent Memory
  
• Cautious
  
• Quick-minded
  

weaknesses:

• Competitive
  
• Doesn’t trust easily
  
• Can be close-minded
  
• Finds it hard to emotionally connect to people
  
• The idea of loves terrifies him
  
• Can have a nasty temper if you do enough to piss him off
  
• Divination
  
• Can be a bit of a perfectionist
  
• Can be quite unforgiving. If you lose his trust it'll be very hard to earn back.
  

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart"

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

boggart: The idea of falling in love.
dementor: He doesn't have a single bad memory, instead his worst memories are the day he found out his father was murdered by his uncle and every day he saw his mother suffering from then onwards.
patronus: His happiest memory would probably be the day his moum bought him his first and very own Astronomy book.

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil."

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

erised: He doesn't even know it himself, but deep down inside he wants to learn to love someone again and to no logner be alone.
amortentia:

• Frankincense
  
• Roses
  
• Coffee
  
• Old books
  
• Peppermint
  
• Burnt matches
  
• Lemon
  

wand: 11 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Ebony Wood, Combative and Transfiguartion
blood status: Pure-blood

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind."

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

father: Gaius Caine (deceased), 50, worked at the Ministry of Magic, pureblood
mother: Arabella (deceased), 47, worked at Flourish & Blotts, pureblood
pets: Cat, Banshee, owned for two years

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends."

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

history:
Samson started reading from a very young age and it was then he caught the bookworm bug. His parents encouraged the young boy’s love for reading by often buying him new books varying from fiction to non-fiction. It was around this time he developed a deep fascination in Astronomy and he began to read more books more related to this subject.

Although he was often alone and engrossed in his books he was also quite an adventurous young lad and enjoyed playing with other kids but in the end he always ended up reading a book on the side lines and occasionally looking up to smile or laugh at the other kids’ playing.
Some say, even when he was a boy he was wise beyond his years but his father was actually quite proud of that.
Being a pureblood meant he was expected to one day show signs of magical abilities, and he did. At the young age of six he began showing the signs of a little wizard in his family’s midst.

It was when he was nine that his whole world was turned upside down. His father had died. However, Samson soon heard whispers that it was no accidental or natural death and that it was his uncle that had killed his father out of a crazed competiveness over a higher position in the Ministry. His uncle was sentenced to Azkaban and his widowed mother soon fell into a deep depression and she was never the same again. In fact one day, she dropped a plate and burst into hysterics as she tried to pick up the pieces with her bare hands but a concerned Samson tried to calm her, and help her, asking her to let him clean it up. In her fit of disorientated hysterics she ended up slashing him across the face with a broken shard of the plate, which resulted in a scar of his face. It wasn’t long after that and after two years since Gaius’s murder did Arabella take her own life and left her son an orphan.
This made a young Samson confused. How could his uncle have killed his father if he loved him? Because that’s what family did right, love each other? How could something as wonderful as love destroy people’s lives like it had? His mother loved his father and after his death, that love for him destroyed her.
That was when he developed a fear and avoidance of most love.

A year after the death of his mother, Samson received his letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From the very beginning he didn’t have any close friends- more of his own choice to not let anyone get close to him and to focus on his studies rather than unpopularity. He was almost sorted into Griffindor by the Sorting Hat but in the end he was sorted into Ravenclaw.

In his first year, showing a preference to be alone and his dedication to school invited bullying from Slytherin students although Samson didn’t really care about their petty words. It was only when one started pushing him and pushing him trying to get him to fight them before trying to swing a punch did he retaliate, getting into a fight with the kid and the kid’s friends. Despite being outnumbered he put up a hell of a good fight and from that day onward he received no more bullying and those kids just let him be.

Samson’s time in Hogwarts was relatively happy- he showed excellent skills in Martial Magic and Transfiguration as well as thoroughly enjoying his Astronomy classes. It was also in his second year did he begin the long and hard process of becoming an Animagus.

When he left Hogwarts, he focused more on developing his Animagus skills whilst working at Flourish and Blotts like his mother had. After seven years and able to transform into his Black Jaguar with ease he took up a teaching position at Hogwarts as the Astronomy professor.

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

"So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

alias: Tof!
age: 18 :3
experience: Idk, roughly? A year and a half?
role-play sample:

Three hours ago he was in Alderres, atop of Aldere Mountains- because he was unable to sleep much- thinking about what the hell he was doing with his life. For some reason things have come to a slow stop in his life…he had everything one person could possibly need in life and yet he couldn’t help but feel like he had nothing.
Maybe because the only things Samson Corvus truly cared about in his life was his wings, Rags and Dessie. Nothing else but then again he was pretty sure he had no room in his heart for anything else.
His mind had been clouded and dangerously close to becoming sentimental which was definitely not fucking happening. So he unfurled his large silver threaded white wings from their hiding in the slits of his back and stretched the widely, relieving the ache he felt from keeping them hidden so often but he was fairly sure the stiffness would not be relieved so easily.
He flexed them for a moment, letting them relish their freedom before he took a leap off the mountain and before he began to slice through the cold air he beat his magnificent wings, once- stopped his body from plummeting towards the rocky hard ground, twice- begun his ascension into the sky.
Keeping his eyes closed as he continued to beat his wings every so often, sending him higher, past the clouds and higher towards the stars he was sure of it…so close yet so far from the Heavens- the thought didn’t make his chest ache, no, he refused to believe that.

Samson didn’t stop flying upwards until he was at the heights of the stratosphere. It was only then he opened his eyes, looking down below at the clouds of the dark sky. Beyond that he knew was the No Man’s Lands.
Then, with a deep breath he hesitantly looked upwards the star filled black sky. He knew beyond would scientifically ‘space’ but in another realm entirely was the place he was created, the Heavens- the gates of which were now closed forever to him. He could never return…but through the stars at this distance…those little pockets of aluminous light in a sky so full of darkness. His mind began to think of them as little tantalising glimpses of Heaven and although nothing in this realm could ever match the beauty of the Heavens but then again he didn’t think anyone who’d been in the Heavens and left could remember such light with clarity. No mere memory could retain the beauty and Samson was one to know about the minds and memory capacity of most beings.
However, to Samson, the light of stars seemed pretty damn close.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes again and once again let himself fall for a brief moment before gently beating his wings and somersaulting in the air with only the thought of the heart pumping and exhilarating feeling of soaring through the air.
It wasn’t long until a rumble of laughter escaped his lips. Oh god, he loved the flying and the ache and stiffness that was formerly within his wings a long forgotten echo.


Samson wasn’t sure why he stopped and decided to go back down onto Earth but he did. All things had to come to an end at some point…and so making himself invisible he made his decline and when he landed, he landed with a smile. The blood pumping wildly through his veins was absolutely euphoric. It was an amazing sensation and the only thing that he could think of that rivalled it was probably sex- the thought made him smirk. He knew he had landed in Carford this because he knew the streets of Alderres well and within the past couple of weeks he’d spent coming to Carford he had was vaguely familiar with some of the areas and this happened to be one of them and definitely not a place within Alderres.
He found himself then just walking the dark near-empty streets of Carford that much like Alderres was still in its moment of peace from the ridiculous war that plagued the cities. He had to wonder if some had even forgotten that sometime soon something would happen that’d spark another battle that would end the lives of many people that were fighting a war start by two spoilt brats.

As he walked, he began to get the feeling that he wasn’t alone and something made him turn his head to look over at one of the many shops only to find someone with their head in their knees and suitcases on the ground beside her. It was clear by the long tresses of light hair and size of the person that the form was a woman. He found himself looking up to the sign of the shop. A florists.
Then it clicked. That was Bree…oh shit. Oh shit. He could just leave right now, she wouldn’t know but unfortunately he had a soul, a conscience that told him he should go and…sympathise and...comfort her. And although another part of him told him he should just leave his morality made him slowly go over to her, and with a deep breath he called out gently “Bree?" There. There was no going back now. He approached her carefully, so not to startle her, as if she were a little bird that’d take off at any sudden movement.

*-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-* *-*-**-*-*

This application was made by Rissy specifically for Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon and should not be used anywhere but there without permission. The lyrics are from the Sorting Hat's song in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, so I take no credit for using them since they came from J.K. Rowling's imagination.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

Accepted.

[/font][/size]

asdfghjkl I love him![/center]