Samson Haines

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  • Name: Samson Haines
  • Gender: Male
  • Nicknames: Sammy, Sam, Cajun
  • Race: Ghost/Specter
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Deity: God/Trinity
  • Age: Looks to Be 38
  • Size: Average
  • Body Type: Muscular, Fit
  • Height: 6'2"
  • Weight: 198 lbs
  • Complexion: Ghostly and pale
  • Hair: Down to his shoulders, occasionally pulled back with a black ribbon.
  • Eyes: Soulless black, Iris/sclera and all.
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Scars: He has a scar crossing along his right cheek from a rather vigorous bayonette, as well as a gunshot wound in the center-left of his chest.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: He is a raucous sort, volatile sense of humor and a destructive temper. However, despite his loud abrasiveness, he is a good man and a gentler soul.
  • Mannerisms: He is every bit the southern gentleman as expected of a Confederate Military Officer
  • Likes: Whiskey, Women, Tobacco, Music
  • Dislikes: Rudeness, Disrespect, Belligerence, Ignorance, Arrogance, Spiders

• Description

  The man was every bit the gentleman history had described him as. Kind with the ladies, courteous with the men, and a viciously adequate military strategist, he held himself to high standards, and such standards showed. He was always straight-backed and proud, clothed in the finest his southern riches provided him in life, with his expression stoic yet whimsical all the while.
  
  If he were not the remnant specter that he was, he would have been a strapping, healthy man, and even through his undeath, the faint smell of dahlias and tobacco smoke followed where his spirit walked. Barrel chest and firm, commanding stride echoed through the halls he once walked, yet he never seemed to touch the living realm. His face was aged attraction, gentle creases having begun to form before his death, and a healing scar upon his cheek remained corded and deep. His amber hair was wavy and well-styled, leading just past the lobes of his ears in a defining, curt bob. His goatee and mustache were very well trimmed and catered to, and it seemed he delighted in his looks as much as he did his manners. His clothing were exquisitely tailored, usually in muted reds and golds, or green and grey thanks to that ethereal presence, yet he always seemed to befit himself with dignity and grace.
  
  What was unsettling about the man, however, was that his eyes were soulless and black, and his spirit exuded a tension in the air that sent spines crawling and flesh chilling. Underneath that gentlemanly demeanor was one hell of a monster, and underneath that poise was a vindictiveness that kept him from a peaceful rest. And Hell took those who angered him to showing such hatred.

• Biography

  Known Facts:
  
  He was a Confederate Major during the Civil War, and he served his newfound country proudly.
  
  He owned a plantation, yet he wasn't reknown for outstanding cruelty towards his slaves or otherwise. All in all, he ran it as a business, and did so with as much care as he were able.
  
  He married a young, sprightly woman by the name of Delilah Harris, yet the suitor that wished for her hand before the confederate soldier felt slighted. Upon returning for leave, he confronted Samson, and shot him in the chest in front of his pregnant, expecting lover.
  
  He survived for three weeks, yet infection took him in the end. His wife married the suitor that shot him during his time on his death bed, and his vindictive hatred towards the two caused him to remain on the world.