Post by Samantha Nanami on Jul 25, 2012 16:38:26 GMT -5
Samantha Nanami
Out of Character
Alias: Sammy.
Age: N/A.
Gender: Female.
RP Experience: Eight or nine years.
How Did You Find Us?: An advertisement on Under a Golden Moon.
Activity Level: Realistically? Daily; if not, I’ll be sure to post an absence message.
Other Characters: None.
Keyword in Rules: Gladiola the Pink Poodle.
RP Sample:Throughout the entire experience, Alex was repeating Oh God on her head – especially when Ana’s bra came off. Following her sister without intending to join her – she needed to protect Ana’s virtue – she continued to glare at the mysterious male. Of course, she was also using this as an excuse to not state at Ana’s nearly naked self… She’d sworn that she would never touch the ravenette, but now… Now she was beginning to regret that. Why not? It’d serve the girl right… And so, she followed Ana, and took her hands, hoping that this didn’t end too badly… She didn’t want to get arrested for sending the guy to the ICU… but she couldn’t really find it in herself to care. Pulling Ana close, she made sure that the male had released any grip he had on the younger woman, before the blonde caressed Ana’s cheek. “You’re just so cute, little Annie…” and she leaned down, kissing the smaller female soundly.
As her other hand/arm snaked about Ana’s waist, the blonde removed her hand from Ana’s cheek, and worked at the buttons on her own shirt; it almost seemed as if she didn’t care anymore that there was a MAN within about three or four feet of them. Her shirt too came off finally, revealing her pale, yet well-toned arms and torso to the moonlight, making her seem even paler. Despite the fact that she wore a real bra, her breasts barely registered at an A-cup, so it worked to the advantage of her androgynous appearance. And, just then, all she was focused on was kissing Ana. Not on how cold she was, not on the male presence, not on how all her old scars were revealed, riddling her flesh with a map-like network of white lines which stood out stark even against the blonde’s own skin.
General Information
Full Name: Samantha Nanami.
Gender: Female.
Birthday: 12/08/1841.
Age: Sam appears to be in her early twenties at oldest; she is, in actuality, exactly a hundred and seventy-one.
Camp Experience: Sam spent five years at Camp during her time; she was fifteen when she arrived, and had just turned twenty when she joined the Huntresses of Artemis.
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian.
Claim Status: Sam was never claimed, but she does have a very good idea as to who her Godly parent is…
Divine Parent: Hades.
Looks
Hair: 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 such a dark brunette that it's almost black, but it lightens a bit during the summer. The boyish cut has gotten Sam mistaken for a boy on occasion, but she doesn't really mind.
Eyes: 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 black depending on her mood. People have often said that her eyes are the main tip-off as to whom her father is.
Height: 5’11”.
Weight: 110lbs.
Picture: Click
Playby: Katherine Moennig.
Dressing Style: 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, Sam can be seen wearing lose jeans and a graphic tee shirt, red-and-black striped fingerless gloves almost always adorn her hands. At least, this was how she tended to dress before becoming a Huntress of Artemis; now she wears the standard white shirt, silver jacket, silvery camouflage pants, and black combat boots during the summer, and silver ski jacket,, blue jeans (black in her case) and the same boots during the winter. At times she’ll still wear her red-and-black striped fingerless gloves, but not too often.
General Appearance: Sam is tall, lean, (actually unhealthily so) and extremely masculine. Her physique 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 pale olive coloring her mother's Mediterranean 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. 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 such a dark brunette that it's almost black, but it lightens a bit during the summer. The boyish cut has gotten Sam mistaken for a boy on occasion, but she doesn't really mind.
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 black depending on her mood. People have often said that her eyes are the main tip-off as to whom her father is. Her face is lean, but not as boney as the rest of her, and is hardly seen to have any make-up of any kind upon it; she does, however, allow others to assume that the darkness around her eyes from her insomnia is from mascara or some other eye product. Her hands are just as lean as the rest of her, her fingers pale and long and thin; pianists’ hands, they’ve been called, and in fact she once could play the instrument well. A network of scars (she was a clumsy child and teenager, a strange trait for a demigod) can be traced over her body, but none were lethal in nature.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: In a nutshell, Sam is somewhat cold, distant, and strict. Of course, that’s mostly for the Hunt. Outside of it, though she retains a professional relationship with other Huntresses, she’s more open and warm. Though, due to her upbringing in the Victorian era, 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 distrusts others easily, and will often be cold to those she does not have faith in. This will persist until said person either gains her trust, or takes the hint and leaves. As for those few she does trust, however, Sam will be open with them, but as previously stated, slightly reserved due to her upbringing. She has no intention of ever baring her soul to anyone, unless they can prove to her satisfaction that they can be trusted wholly and completely; so far, the only person who has managed to come close to this is Artemis herself.
Likes:
- Women; though not all.
- Reading; mostly fiction, though she enjoys a good non-fiction book now and again.
- Sports; she’s quite the active person, and really likes to stay in shape.
- Music; she can play the piano, but prefers to listen rather than perform.
- The Hunt; it is one of the very few things she has found in her life that she is willing to participate in simply for the sheer joy of it.
Dislikes:
- Men.
- Not being able to be alone with her thoughts at least once a day.
- Being hated for who and what she is.
- Bigoted chauvinists who think that, just because she is a woman, she is weak or lesser than they.
- When Artemis is disrespected.
- When the Hunt is interrupted.
Fears:
- Failing to live up to the expectations her parents had, even after they parted ways.
- That she will fail Artemis.
- She fears her own feelings most of all; though she knows she will never run the risk of loving a man, she does run every risk of loving a woman.
Secrets:
- During her teen years, Sam struggled with anorexia; she still does to a certain extent to this day.
- She fears that she may be falling in love with Artemis.
Ambitions:
- Though she will never tell anyone, she wishes to one day become Artemis’ Lieutenant.
- To always remain by Artemis’ side, and to never disappoint the Goddess.
Powers:
- Sense death
- Archery
- Tracking
- Immortality
Family and History
Personal History:
Born in 1841 in Kagoshima, Japan, Sam was most defiantly not planned. Her mother, Mary, had been part of a group selected to populate the new British colonies in China as of 1839, but her ship had hit a storm and been blown off course, leading to a shipwreck on the coast of Japan. Mary had been the only one to survive, and even she was half dead by the time she pulled herself from the wreckage and made her way up the shore. Arashi found her there, while he and a friend were taking a walk along the beach. Sam doesn’t know why her father took her mother in, or how her mother remained hidden for as long as she did, or even how her parents could communicate, but somehow they managed it. Slowly, the couple learned each other’s language, but more than that, they learned the path to one another’s hearts. In 1841, roughly two years after they had met, a daughter was born to them. Mary was slightly ashamed – her staunch Protestant beliefs were all but in shambles now, though she still held tight to them – but loved her baby in spite of all this.
The girl was given an English first name – Samantha – but received her father’s surname, Nanami. Less than three months afterward, Mary and Sam were discovered; Arashi’s family intervened upon their behalf, and so they escaped death, but would be sent back to England. Rather than allow his love and daughter to be parted from him, Arashi left Japan with them, much to the rage of officials, whom only discovered this weeks after the boat had set sail. The next few years passed quietly, with Sam showing an intelligence rarely seen in children sp young. Mary’s family, though all but disgraced by what had happened, welcomed her back, along with her love and daughter, with open arms. It wasn’t until 1854, when the first few Western advances were made in Japan, that Arashi and Mary could marry with any degree of safety, but by this time, things were strained with their thirteen-year-old daughter. Sam had never been like other girls, and not just in the multi-racial sense.
She had begun to withdraw from her parents, when it was shown that they didn’t support her in anything she did. Growing up in a sexually-repressive culture for women, Sam had long struggled with her sexuality and coming to terms with it. Her first inkling had been when she was eight, when she nursed a severe crush on one of her mother’s friend’s daughters. Things had only grown from there, and by the time she was twelve, she was quite sure that she had no liking for boys whatsoever. This disconcerted her, but it had her parents up in hypothetical arms. Of course, due to Sam’s unusual tenacity, she wouldn’t hear anything of being “normal,” as her parents put it; this was how she was, if they didn’t like it, then it wasn’t her problem. The major break, however, came at the conjunction of two events; she was fourteen at the time. The first, being that Sam had begun to dress like a man; the second that she had become a Catholic.
On the religious front, her struggle had been just as hard as her sexual one. With her mother being a staunch Protestant, and her father being an odd mix of Protestant and Shinto, she had never quite known what to believe, nor which was right for her as a person. Eventually, she came upon Catholicism; a minority group in England, but still strong. She liked that, and it was what initially drew her, but soon she began to love it for itself. When her parents became aware of both these things, and upon failing to talk “sense” into her, Sam was then sent to live with her mother’s (Catholic) parents in Austria. (Mary had converted to Protestantism when she came to England to live with her aunt for finishing school.) Just one year after that – Sam had settled in unexpectedly well in Vienna – a satyr had found her. While she knew her grandparents had been accepting of the idea (it had never been within their morals to hate without knowing) she never knew what her parents thought of this turn of events.
Regardless, Sam had been sent to Camp Half-Blood in New York at fifteen, and her life as a demigod began. With it, came another set of struggles. The counselors were understanding and kind enough, but the other campers often ridiculed her for her multi-racial background, for her sexual orientation, and for her dressing like a male. This began to affect Sam’s thinking of herself – she’d never let it get to her before, but teenagers always seemed more susceptible to peer pressure and the like than younger children. Thus, her eating habits began. She lost weight drastically, and she had developed a rather nasty habit of consuming more ambrosia than she should have by the time her second year at Camp ended, to replace the nutrients, if not the weight, that she had lost. However, something else that required help to stabilize, were her beliefs. Her Catholicism had long been at odds with the Olympian Gods and Goddesses, but that began to change after she had spent some years at Camp.
At that point, she had often been known to say, when questioned about her beliefs, “All the Gods and Goddesses are one, are they not? So, then it doesn’t matter if I call upon Zeus, Christ, or Allah, now does it?” This was the one thing she didn’t let peer pressure get to her about; she had always been, and always would be, strong in her faith. As she was one of the very few overseas campers, Sam remained a bit longer than most American demigods tended to do, returning for two years after she had turned eighteen; this allowed her to meet Artemis. She had just turned twenty, when she first met the beautiful Goddess of the Hunt; it was less than a week later that she joined the Hunt herself. However, it was also then that her love of the Goddess was planted, she believes; Sam is 100% certain that Artemis saved her, as the Goddess of the Hunt talked to her frankly about her “issues” – and implied in no uncertain terms that Sam “didn’t want to be meeting [her] Father like this,” as that was what would happen, if she continued down that path.
Along with cementing her belief as to whom her biological father was, this conversation finally knocked sense into the brunette, but she would continue to struggle with her anorexia (as she later learned it was called) for many years to come. Four years after she joined the Hunt, her mother, Mary, died, and though she had long ago abandoned any love she held for the woman, this made her think. As one year before she had joined the Hunt, her mortal stepfather and her maternal grandparents had passed away, the three deaths had left Sam as sole heir to both her parents’ fortune, and her grandparents’. In the end, she simply had the funds donated in vast majority to charities, making sure that only enough for her to live on would be left, should the need for it ever arise. That year was 1857; for the next hundred and fifty-four years, she allowed herself to disconnect completely from the moral world, losing herself in the joy and thrill of the Hunt, and of serving her Goddess. But now a darkness is stirring, and with the Hunters being called back to Camp Half-Blood, Sam knows she may just need to face the mortal world once again.
Mortal Parent: Mary Schmidt Nanami – Mother – Deceased in 1865.
Other Family:
And Finally...
I, Sam, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
