Sam Safford
Basic Information
Age: 16
Height: 170 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Sex: Male
Appearance
Sam has a strong-jawed, pale face, therein lying round brown eyes which glower with intensity. In between lies a soft, button nose. Ruffled dark hair falls in subtle curls above thickset eyebrows, forming an uneven fringe.
A simple white tee is visible beneath a close-fitting, drab olive parka, which bears countless scuffs and scratches. The sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows, revealing an intricate black tattoo on his right forearm, and an unorthodox trinket on the left: a thick chain akin to those used to leash guard-dogs. Jeans of uncertain color hug thin, almost stick-like legs, swallowing the tops of a pair of tacky sneakers.
When he ‘activates’, Sam undergoes a dramatic physical change. His eyes begin to glow an ethereal blue, and veins of a lighter hue become visible underneath his pale skin, pulsating rapidly as super-condensed chi is distributed throughout his body.
Personality
Sam doesn’t get along well with other people. He prefers being left alone, and refrains from talking. However, his face often betrays his true emotions. When he does talk, he speaks curtly, almost rudely. He is a silent observer, and will notice things that others do not. In a fight, under no circumstances will he lower his guard; he does not underestimate his opponent. A harsh upbringing has desensitized him to any form of verbal assault. Sam is very shy around women. Also, Sam has virtually insatiable appetite, he binge-eats in large amounts, yet his incredibly high metabolism prevents him from gaining weight.
Abilities
Sam condenses his chi to an extent that it becomes visible as it pulsates throughout his body via his veins, exponentially enhancing his speed and strength. This allows him to combat even the most skilled of fighters. It makes him a veritable human weapon. The excess chi exits through his hands, engulfing them with a blue, flame-like aura. This aura is extremely potent and incredibly reactive, and contact will ‘short-circuit’ his opponent’s chi, disrupting their powers temporarily. Sam cannot throw his aura, mold it into weapons, etc. His powers are restricted to close quarter combat.
*Chi is the active principle forming part of any living thing.
Weaknesses
Close combat fighter. Sam also tires easily when using his chi, and can only ‘activate’ intermittently, and for short periods of time (5-10 minutes). To summon and maintain such power is draining on both body and mind.
Demo
Sam ducked under the sluggish swing, retaliating with two quick jabs to his assailant’s neck. The man gagged as the blows made solid contact, shocking his windpipe. Winded, he stumbled backwards, retching silently, flabby arms flailing. Losing balance, his portent mass fell onto the cobbled ground, making a resounding thud as he did so. He lay there, gasping wheezily, clutching his neck. Or what Sam could make out as a neck.
The man’s companion stepped over his fallen accomplice, taking no notice of him. Instead, his fox-like eyes riveted onto Sam as he approached him with deliberation. His slow, almost relaxed gait unnerved Sam; the man radiated confidence, assuredness, despite witnessing how swiftly the boy had dispatched of his minion.
He was gaunt, dressed plainly, yet classily in formal black attire. An oblong face framed a prominent hook nose and slanted, pitch-black eyes. He struck a menacing figure.
The man stopped a few steps away from Sam. He smiled coldly, revealing a full set of teeth.
“Don’t touch me.”
It sounded lame, even to Sam’s own ears. And evidently, the man thought so, too. Chuckling hoarsely, he pulled a knife from his belt, its serrated edge catching the moonlight. He expertly twirled it in between long, skeletal fingers, in a show of intimidation. Unconsciously, Sam took a step back, only to feel the coldness of a dead end; he was trapped.
“My pal and I just wanted your money” The hoarse gravelly voice betrayed not a hint of menace, yet his actions said it all: the impulsive twirling, the darting eyes. It wasn’t money he wanted, but blood. Sam pressed his back against the cold wall. The alleyway was narrow: he was trapped, and he knew all too well what was coming next.
“I don’t have any money.” Sam raised splayed hands in an act of submission, all the while eyeing the knife. He knew what he had to do, in order to survive. He had to do it.
“Too bad.” The man had had enough fun with his antics. The boy wasn’t providing the entertainment he had hoped for. Tightening his grip on the knife, he lurched forward jarringly, towards the boy.
Saf saw the man charge, knife raised. It was now or never. Closing his eyes, blocking out the cold, the nagging anxiety, he felt time slow for a fraction of a second before -
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Flickering blue tendrils illuminated the alleyway. They coiled around Sam’s fingers, sparse azure wisps accruing into a dense fire, which encased his hands. Glowing veins throbbed faintly under pale skin, horribly lewd in the pallid light.
His assailant gurgled in alarm as he backpedalled, dropping the knife he had so confidently been brandishing earlier. It clattered onto the cobbled ground, forgotten by its wielder. Wide eyes stared fearfully at Saf’s hands, in them a revelation dawning: this was not an ordinary boy.
Demo 2
Points
0/0/0/0
Availability
Yes. Want a challenge? Shoot me a PM.
EDIT
1st: 29/6/2013. I went more in-depth with my character. Added to the demo.