Post by Samson Zimmerman on Jan 12, 2015 18:37:08 GMT -5
Full Name: Samson Ross Zimmerman
Angel Name: Ambriel
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Four | 09 - 25 - 1990
Race: Human
Occupation: Aspiring Actor
Species Group: Fallen Angel
Play-By: Jeremy Irvine
Abilities
Telekinesis - Hasn't manifested yet.
Super Strength - Samson is strong enough to throw full grown men across a room.
Astral Perception - Samson is able to see the true forms of demons but not angels.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Music - Samson likes to listen to all kinds of music but One Direction, Colbie Cailat, Sara Bareilles, and Bruno Mars are his favorites.
❤ Love - He's in love with love.
❤ His Brother's Necklace - He wears it all the time and almost never takes it off, it's an angel wing.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Religion - He isn't a fan of it at all. He hates it.
✗ Sad Movies & Music - Sad songs and movies aren't for him, as he tries to avoid that feeling himself. It's not that he won't ever watch one or like it a little, but he hates feeling sad.
✗ Peanut Butter - He's never really liked it at all.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ His Father - Ever since he was little he was afraid of his dad.
☬ Losing His Baby Sister - He lost his big brother already, he couldn't stand losing her too.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Be An Actor
Personality:
Samson is the definition of a free spirit. He is not a conformist in anyway. He doesn't shape himself around what's accepted or normal and embraces himself for who he is. It's one of the reasons that he hates religion, as it creates rules on what you can and cannot be. He believes that people should make their own guidelines to live by. Samson likes to have a good time, drinking and smoking moderately. He can come off flirtatious if in the mood, with both men and women. He basically just does what he thinks feels good and that's that.
The concept of love has always fascinated Samson since he was a young teen. When most boys were watching the action packed movies, he was watching sappy romantic flicks. Now he was watching action movies as well, he just also liked the romantic ones as well. He's in love with the idea of love and he can't wait to find that with someone.
Though Samson is good with emotions like joy and love, he's bad with sadness. Instead of being able to just let himself feel pain he locks it away, burying it deep inside and allowing it to eat at him slowly. Instead of showing tears or any other signs of being hurt, he lashes out with anger as it is easier for him to feel.
For some reason or another, Samson tends to be distrusting towards people... Well, it isn't out right and it isn't that he really doesn't trust people... He just takes time for people to completely win him over. It's also because of this that he can be quite stubborn when he sets his mind to something.
Even though he is apart of a very wealthy family he refuses to use their money or anything to boost his acting career. Samson is very independent and wants to work for his dream, to be on the big silver screen.
Traits
✧ Free Spirited
✧ Hopeless Romantic
✧ Independent
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Guarded
✦ Stubborn
✦ Bottles Up Emotions
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Parents: Randall Zimmerman (Father) and Joyce Zimmerman (Mother)
Siblings: Dylan Zimmerman (Brother/Deceased) and Camilla Zimmerman (Sister)
Other Family: Mitch Zimmerman (Uncle), Byron Zimmerman (Cousin)
Important Others: N/A
History:
Ambriel was the angel of communications and was also considered to be an angel of protection. He spent many thousands years on earth, watching over humans and as he did he grew to envy what they had, free will and love. His envy grew and grew until he took the step of removing his grace, following suit of his sister Anael. It had been a number of years since she left heaven but it was because of her that Ambriel grew the courage to follow suit.
Ambriel was gifted to the Zimmerman's of London England. The Zimmerman's were a very wealthy family due to owning the Zimmerman Corporation and Joyce Zimmerman was even a successful christian music artist. The couple named the new baby boy Samson, after the man in the bible and thus Ambriel's life as a human now began. Now Samson already had a brother, an older one by the name of Dylan. Dylan was amazing, so talented, and Samson grew up looking at his older brother as a role model. The family was finally completed when Samson was eight years old, his little sister Camilla being born.
Samson was a young kid, about seven years old when he finally saw his father's true self. He had over heard his parents arguing, his mother sounded frantic. In worry he went to listen to the couple and they were fighting because Randall had cheated on Joyce. She threatened to leave and that's when he heard the smack. Little Samson covered his mouth and looked around the corner, into the living room and that's when he saw his mother on the ground and his father standing over her. That wasn't the only time Randall had gotten physical, also hurting Dylan. Samson knew never to upset his father, a thing all of the family learned not to do.
It was apparent that the family knew of the supernatural, and had for many years. Though Mr. Randall Zimmerman didn't hunt, his brother Mitch did along with his son Byron. Byron was the same age of Samson and the two bonded quite a bit, becoming great friends. Mitch taught Samson and his brother all about the supernatural and though Samson himself never had any plans on becoming a hunter, Dylan did. Dylan began to go on hunts with their uncle and cousin and he was great at it.
It was when Samson was sixteen years old that he lost his older brother. It was an accident, a horrible accent on a bridge. A semi truck lost control of his vehicle and smashed into Dylan's car, sending him flying off the bridge and to his death below. The death was hard on the family... Though it didn't seem as hard on their father, he almost showed no emotion. Unbeknownst to his family, Randall had a secret. It was him who was responsible for his son's death. He had him killed when he learned that Dylan was close to exposing his father. Randall has been working with many high ranking demons over the course of the years and he wasn't about to let everything he worked for be ruined, and he wouldn't lose his family.... So he decided he would lose one instead of losing them all.
Losing his brother was hard but he just bottled up the emotions it created... Even after eight years Samson has never really dealt with losing his brother. He wears his necklace to keep his memory and though he isn't a hunter he helps out people when he can with both supernatural and natural things, because it's what his brother would of wanted. Samson also is working on becoming an actor, a dream he's had since he was a kid.
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RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as
he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as
he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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