JONES, samson

[SAMSON JONES]

samsonnathanieljones.
what's up, winterthorne? i'm TIMOOFREE,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm TWENTY-TWO years young.
i've only been roleplaying for MANY years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the TOUCHY one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , samson nathaniel jones.
nicknames , just samson please.
age and year , eighteen and senior.
sexual preference , straight.
birthday , june, nineteen.
species , wizard.
occupation , student.
powers ,

chlorokinesis.
chlorokinesis, or plant control, allows the possessor of the power to commune with plant life, and have some extent have control over them. if a person with this ability can control the power, they can command plants to do their bidding, and can they can use the plants in variety of ways for defensive reasons, as well as offensive attacks. masters of plant control can manipulate the microscopic algae inside of a person's body and use it to attack them from the inside out.

enhanced strength.
this power isn't all that strong in samson. while it makes him stronger then a mere human, it does not make him as strong as most people with enhanced strength are. on top of that, this power seems to fade in and out of being. he seems to be strongest when there is nothing worrying him. while if anything is bothering him, and for some strange reason when his hair is cut short, his strength lessens, sometimes making it seem that he doesn't have the power at all. [that's me going all biblical on your asses! xD]

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , six and none.
weight , three hundred? i dunno.
tattoos and piercings , no.
best feature , his nose.
general ,

tall and lean rather than bulky, samson stands at roughly six feet - give or take an inch or two in either direction. years of strict gymnastics training has not left him without muscle, though his lack of rigorous workouts over the past 3 years have kept him from becoming as thick of bicep and pecks as his vanity sometimes drives him to aspire to.

his face seems to share his body's slim disposition, consisting of semi-sharp angles and a straight nose that he's had re-set at great expense on a few occasions after taking some falls during his training. his eyes are a friendly blue, and topping his face is a mop of brown hair which always looks like he has spent hours styling.

samson will wear anything and everything, and what's more, he will make it look good. if he were to have one set outfit though, it would most likely be a simple sweatshirt (or a hoodie if the weather demands it) and jeans, over a plain t-shirt. he is vain enough to believe that he looks good enough to pull of such simplicity, plus this is usually suitable enough for when he does want to work out, or for when he just wants to hang out.

playby , ryan taylor.

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes ,

honesty. violins. looking good. romantic novels. trying new things. good pranks. music that means something. artistic graffiti. mexican food.

dislikes ,

beetroot. attending class. small children. people invading his personal bubble. old people. bullies. desserts. most insects.

strengths ,

hard to anger. physically fit. usually good at cheering people up. can get along with pretty much anyone.

weaknesses ,

rarely fights back. never feels in control of situations. struggles to focus in classes. easily distracted.

fears ,

deep water. bees. too much homework.

quirks ,

even though he is a very touchy feely guy himself, and loves hugs, he doesn't like it when other people touch him. he is a flower whore, meaning he can't walk past a plant with flowers without picking one. despite being tone deaf, he likes to sing whenever he doesn't think anyone is listening. he is a doodler - give him a pen and he will idly begin scribbling away on any surface.

secrets ,

samson doesn't know how to swim. this is because when he was younger, his best friend was swept out into the ocean and lost at sea during a school trip. since this samson has been afraid of deep water and hence never learned how to swim properly.

general ,

on friends and family;;
when around people he feel's comfortable with, samson will come across as laid-back, and perhaps a little cocky. he can be extremely flirty with his friends, but he makes it clear that it is only flirting and nothing more. he doesn't like to cause problems for anyone, and hates to see his friends hurting about anything. if his friends are upset, then he is likely to try his best to cheer them up. he likes to look at things in a positive light, though this is more likely out of sheer laziness. he finds life a lot easier when things appear mellow then when there are supposedly problems in everything, and doesn't understand why people insist on being so negative sometimes.

on enemies and rivals;;
samson is all for a friendly rivalry. he believes that it is healthy, and also helps spur people on at what they are competing for. as far as enemies go though, samson doesn't really have any. people may not like him, he does not know, but he doesn't want to bother himself with the hassle of doing any hating on anyone himself. if he dislikes somebody, then he is much more likely to just ignore them and pay them as little attention as possible then to go about cussing them out every chance he gets. that said, if anyone is consistently causing problems for his friends, he will step up and take them on. his friends mean more to him then anything else after all.

on education and fitness;;
staying fit is very important to samson. at the age of seven, samson's mother put him into gymnastics classes. so from that age until he left for winterthorne, he used gymnastics as his main form of exercise. he still tries to do as much as he can, but as the school isn't overly equipped with gymnastics equipment it isn't always easy. as far as education goes, samson is neither the brightest, nor the dumbest student. he doesn't take his lessons all that seriously, so he doesn't really learn as much as he probably could if he applied himself.

on love and similar matters;;
samson has never experienced real love. sure, he loves his friends and stuff, but that isn't real love. because of this, samson has never had a real relationship, and is still a virgin. he believes that it is not right to date or mate without having true feelings for someone, so he will only flirt with someone and then take it no further then that. this said, he is indeed a very horny person, but he has no problem dealing with these problems manually. better that then trying to ride it out.

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal , rice bubbles.
deal or no deal , deal.
if confronted by the living dead , yeah, i'll go with run.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown ,

hohenfels, germany.

family ,

mother, joseline margaret jones, nee thatcher.
father, corey manoah jones.

pets ,

no.

best memory ,

nothing specific. just all the memories of hanging out with his friends.

worst memory ,

that time he got speared to death by ezra.

history ,

samson had a fairly normal childhood - well as normal as you can expect a wizard to have anyway. he grew up as an only child, resulting in him having both parents doting on him whenever they had the chance. his parents would almost always allow him to have/do what he wanted, and when they didn't, they usually had some other great alternative to make up for it. despite all this spoiling, samson somehow managed to stay a fairly decent person.

as both of his parents were wizards, samson was completely aware of magic in the world. perhaps it was because of this, or perhaps it was because of his wizarding blood, but his own powers began to reveal themselves quite early on in his life. even when he was just a toddler, samson's parents would find the grass would grow under him if he was sitting/lying down on it for long periods of time, or flowers would blossom before him. lame stuff like that. by the time he was five years old, he had already begun to establish some basic control over his powers. and, when he left for winterthorne, his parents had helped him to control his powers enough for him to be in harmony with the plants enough that he could get most plants to do his bidding, no matter how difficult the task.

when he was seven years old, samson decided he wanted to try gymnastics. so his parents enrolled him in a few classes. after those classes, he decided that he enjoyed it enough to continue with the sport. over the next seven years, he grew better and better at the sport, and did all the competitions and everything that people who are good at that sort of stuff do, etc. etc. he only really stopped taking the sport so seriously when at the age of fourteen he received an invitation to go to winterthorne, and he accepted, not knowing whether he would be able to really pursue the sport there or not.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password , lol what password.
sample post ,

Thud. Flutter... ?

Samson's eyes drew tightly to a close, blocking out the short glimpse of the stair's that lay a few metres before him, as well as the petite female figure that was barring his way. He wished this rather tiresome day would hurry up and be over. Or better yet, that it had never begun to start with.

Perhaps if he closed his eyes reeeeal tight, even more so then he was already doing, he would discover a power he never knew he had, and he would be able to open them to find himself still lying under the covers of his bed up in dorm six.

But no, that was not going to happen. The feel of his clean sheets was noticeably absent, and on top of that he could still feel the barely-present-breeze. He was quite evidently not in his bed. He was going to have to open his eyes to find out who it was before him, and check whether they were ok after he had clumsily walked into them.

Slowly opening his eyes, Samson's gaze rushed down the girl's face and body - not taking much of what he was seeing in - and down to her feet. When he had bumped into this girl, he had been minimally aware of her dropping something. Now he saw that scattered between their shoes were a bunch of cards.

"Sorry," he muttered almost inaudibly as he fell to his knees. His hands moved deftly around the girls ankles, sliding the cards towards him into one pile. As the shifted around closer, he noticed that there were different pictures on them all. Normally this would intrigue him, but not right now. He was too embarrassed about running into the girl to pay much attention to these details.

Pushing the cards together into a neat pile, he rose to his feet. For the first time, Samson now looked properly at the girl who was before him, and immediately squirmed uncomfortably. If it wasn't bad enough that he had run straight into someone, he had managed to run into a girl whom - even with the scarf that covered the lower part of her face - seemed incredibly attractive to him.

Certain that his attraction must show on his face, his eyes dropped back down to the cards he was holding. Immediately his eyes took in the details of the card on top of the pile. It seemed to be an angel or something up in the clouds looking down on two nude people. How strange. He could also see that there was something written at the bottom of the card, but the word was obscured by his thumb so that all he could read was the end of the word ('--ers'), which meant nothing to him.

Holding the cards forward, Samson rose his gaze up to her blue eyes. "Here you go. Sorry about that, I can be a real klutz sometimes." He gave the girl a small smile while he waited for her to take the cards he was brandishing towards her.

andthat'swhatmakesmylifesofuckingfantastic.

okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
application made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !?
of blank pages. don't steal, cause
that's RUDE. lyrics go
to A BUNCH OF PEOPLE,
but they're not ours. and, lastly,
don't stretch the board.
it's NOT COOL.

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