Jacob 'Samael' Holst

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  Please note all human pictures are of Samael, mutant appearance is Jacob's usual look and feel

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Jacob 'Samael' Holst
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Jace, Holly, Jake, Dunderfuck, Fink
  • Race: Homo Superior (Mutant)
  • Class: Mutant
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Deity: None
  • Age: 25
  • Size: Healthy, yet somewhat toned
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 6'4"
  • Weight: 199 lbs
  • Complexion: Coal Black Skin
  • Hair: Coal Black
  • Eyes: The smoldering colors of flaring embers (Think of the cherry of a cigarette)
  • Handedness: Left
  • Scars: Runes on his left cheek and swirls on his right, all markings and scars seeming to glow like flickering embers.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: He is a lovable oaf, and kind hearted, though it has been stained and tainted with his developing mental illness
  • Mannerisms: He's very stoic and quiet, though when he does speak and act, it's always in an almost fatherly manner. Gentle and reserved unless in his human appearance
  • Sexuality: Pan-sexual, though with his time in the bike shop, he learned that hiding it kept him alive

• Description

  Trust the face of the monster...
  
  Once a kind and caring soul, he had become the beast of man, and the bringer of hell to those who have crossed him. He was the prodigy of a murderer, and a perfect example of a good thing gone horribly, horribly wrong. While human, he was vicious, ruthless, and cunning; a wicked thing that brought hell to the shadows and fear to the masses... While taking his born form, he seemed shy and introverted, quiet and innocent. It was a pity that the broken mind was so torn, as he had so much potential to be far more than what he was.
  
  Commonly, his coal black skin matched the leather of his jacket, with etchings and runes carving upon the left side of his cheek, while the right held a series of swirls casting from his eyes. Both the markings and those hues glowed with an ember-like intensity. The two pairs of horns that curved past pointed ears held a raven-like, iridescent purple-black to their surface, and a long, whipped tail held a lion's tuft of inky black hair. Two scars, starting at each corner of his lip, whipped up to nearly his cheekbone, a horrible reminder of his mouth off to a psychopath. A joker's grin for a poor soul. He was a greaser, through and through, though blessed with a heart of gold and a peaceful persona.
  
  Equally common, the wickedness of the human appearance was well envisioned. Brown-black hair was always slicked to his skull with an ample amount of pomade, but it didn't seem to take away from that executive appearance. Slender face and slanted jaw gave him an organized flare, though those soulless blue-silver eyes stared forward with an uneasy intensity. Always clothed in a suit and tie coupled with an expensive brown overcoat, his need for order in his appearance clashed wildly with his desire for chaos for others. He created his own little hell, one that he was always willing to show the world and those around him. (This world has dark similarities to Silent Hill's 'paradise')
  
  And not of the man...

• Biography

  While many mutants have the illusion of being somewhat human until the time they hit puberty, Jacob Holst was born with his demonic appearance, and uncontrollable powers. His family was horrified by the look of him, and threw him away, unwanted, behind the shed of an old Motorcycle repair shop. A man who had heard the cries on his break looked behind the shed and immediately called for his manager. When the man came out, he saw the child and picked him up despite the appearance of the boy, and immediately took him in.
  
  As Jacob grew older, his Autism and his abilities became more apparent, and despite his new father not being able to afford to take him to school, he taught him many practical things, such as Motorcycle mechanics, car mechanics, etc. His real attune to music came when they had gone to a party, and Jacob had found an old saxophone lying around. Within a few notes, the young man had been able to play small, simple tunes, and when he was able to afford an instrument with what money he got from working at the shop... and helping his pa with gang activities, he bought a saxophone.
  
  However, when his father was "taken away" (as the bikers described it), he was left alone in the gang. Of course he had friends, but it was easy to tell that because of his abilities and his appearance, they were more than a bit fearful. His uncle had begun to use the man's weaknesses in his mind, however, to twist him around and make him do things he otherwise wouldn't have. That in turn began to develop the boy's skills in fighting, as well as that darker side in his mind. Soon, his nightmares began to shake the small bike shack to its knees in visions of horror and destruction, and his brutality in fights gave the small biker gang a viscious reputation. Because of it, the shack was raided, and many of his family was arrested, however he remained on the outside after having hid him and his small possessions under an illusion.
  
  He finally left the biker's shop after the growing tension became too much for him to bear, and he quickly moved to playing his saxophone on the streets for gas and food money. He currently is homeless, though he seems to enjoy it that way. It felt 'free', he'd say if someone asked why.

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