App for Apocalyptic dream: Sammy Fel

Name: Samuel Fel
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Species: Human
Weapon: Short blade made of scrap metal.

Personality: He’s relaxed and pretty chill around most people, but cold to those he doesn't care to speak too. Can be a good Ally in fights if asked, but he’ll want something in return though.

Likes: Abandoned stuff likes buildings, food, explosions and fire, Nighttime, the moon, Searching though scrap metal for anything he could use to make a weapon out of, working on and making stuff out of scrap.

Dislikes: Being disturbed when relaxing or meditating, bad smells, being set on fire and/or drowning, racial hate, war, stupid people.

Fears: Getting to know someone and liking them only to lose them in the end.

Goals: to see the stupidity of the war end so he can sleep and eat without hearing some crap going on.


Fighting Style: Close combat and speed based attacks are his style, goes in fast with his blade based weaponry or a Bow if he has one.

Prowess:  he tends to find battles somewhat boring, so he tries to not get into any. But will if he is needed to.

Strengths: very good with Blades and Bows, can handle himself in most fights and situations, and has a sliver tongue.

Weaknesses: Staying awake during boring things, stubborn, cold and insensitive.

Appearance: Has several scars covering his body, from some as small as a quarter to some as large as his arm. From Sword slash markings to claw marks. Has a strange Birth mark on his left front shoulder shaped like a Hazard warning mark.

Clothing: Body wrapping over his scars and over that he wears a black tee shirt under a short sleeved sliver leather jacket and sliver pants and black combat boots.

Hair: Color: Snow white. Style: Spiked back.

Eyes: A deep and shining Blue.

Complexion: Very pale skinned, from being in darkness.

History: Grew up on the streets in the industrial district around many unsavory people all his life, it sucked to be him. He didn't have any friends growing up and he didn't want any to begin with, many of the people he grew up around were jerks and just plain a-holes.

In order to survive out there he learned how to fend for himself and developed various skills, fighting with blades and bows were one on them. Even though he was trying to avoid fights he still found himself in some, his body is covered with scars he had gotten over the years so he’s taken to wearing a body wrapping to cover them.

At the Age of Seventeen he eventually met one of the leaders of the Unity, an Avian named Kiri who got him to join up, he was sick of all the hate and war so he decided to join up and help to bring peace between the races.
Relationships: Not many, just the leaders such as Kiri and one of the other members, doesn't remember who though.