Name: Siavush Samara
Nicknames: Mortals call him Samuel Shadbush, old friends from China call him Siyu, or other friends call him Sam or Sia. Calling him by his ¡°real name¡± tends to end up with his hands at your throat asking how the hell you know that.
Gender: Male
Age: 1012
Apparent Age: 10
Place of Birth: Dorylaeum, in what is present-day Turkey
Species: Vampire.
Coven: Ishak, by choice.
Thoughts on the other covens: Samuel dislikes the Amman (they put limits) is annoyed by the Enashe (human lovers) likes the Nephim the least (too Christian) and LOVES the Tarepha (so savage!)
Appearance: Samuel, being (to the untrained eyes) a young boy of ten, looks like someone from a few dozen years ago. If he is feeling ¡°positive¡± (proud, pleased, victorious), odds are he would be wearing his blue jacket with a tux shirt and black dress pants. If he¡¯s feeling ¡°neutral¡± (bored, thoughtful, tired), he¡¯d probably be wearing anything from a relatively dirty T-shirt and jeans to a Chinese changshan. If he¡¯s in a ¡°negative¡± mood (pissed, sad, ashamed, etc.), he may be wearing black if he¡¯s near the ¡°sad¡± end of the negative spectrum, or he may be wearing a sandy, remade Turkish tunic if he¡¯s hunting.
For a ten year old, he is abnormally small, being 4¡¯ 2¡± tall and a measly 79 lbs. He has light brown skin and a gaunt face, with what seems to be too much skin and not enough muscle. He dyed his short, spiky hair platinum blonde, but his brown eyes haven¡¯t been modified. He¡¯s let his fingernails grow out as if to say ¡°I¡¯M A BEAST AND DAMN PROUD OF IT!¡±, but his toenails are stubborn, so he keeps them trimmed. He has a sort of malevolent ¡°aura¡± about him: sometimes it¡¯s just cold, sometimes it¡¯s more like heat shimmer On his right arm is a burn in the shape of a rosary.
Personality: ¡°Conniving, polite, impatient, violent when pissed and easy to piss off.¡± is Siavush in five words. If he can find a mortal, and he¡¯s hungry, that mortal would be a stain on the wall by morning. Usually. One of his favorite tactics is to lay by the street, and beg for somebody to help take him to the hospital. Once in the car and on the way there, he would hijack the car and take it to a secluded area-usually an alley, subway station, or empty sewer main. Then he would consume said somebody and (hopefully) a passenger or two. Then he¡¯d take a piece of the car- a drive shaft, a piston, or some other trophy.
One of his most unusual traits is his politeness. He never swears, he doesn¡¯t do drugs; he hasn¡¯t even gone through puberty. A sexy babe is just another meal, although he likes bleeding females through the breasts. When not pissed or luring, he talks like a gentleman, although with a slightly high pitch. When enraged, he usually reacts violently unless it would land him in deep trouble. If it would, he would insult them in Arabic or Chinese.
Powers:
1: Siavush can break any of his bones (and mend them) at will. While that may sound foolish, it helps put the finishing touch on a trap.
2: Sia has less than average super strength
3: While he cannot climb up a solid wall, Sia can instantly find the path up a wall and traverse it with ease.
4: Sia can turn himself into mist. While in mist form, he can manifest himself into shapes, and can give the equivalent of a firm push.
5: Sia is 99% immune to fire. Sunlight causes extreme pain and loss of limbs within seconds.
6: Sia can tell time, direction, boundaries, and the date with ease. Helpful when underground for long periods. He can also see in the dark
History: Siavush was born 996 A.D. in Dorylaeum, near the boundary of the Byzantine Empire. Luckily, in the days of castes, he was upper-class. His father was a successful ijma, his mother only one wife out of three. At first he was treated poorly, but as he grew older, and the other wives failing to bear a son, he was given better, almost luxurious care. He had (for a kid at the turn of the first millennium) the good life.
Until the Crusades.
On the night of July 1st, 1016, he heard shouting in odd tongues, screaming, and burning. He knew the armies had come, so he decided to hide in the cellar. To make matters worse, his house was aflame. As he was on his was down to the first floor, the front door was blown off its hinges. A ravaged platoon burst in, what were once 50 now only three. Two of them were haggard, trailing blood onto the floor and screaming what must have been the tongue of demons. The other was strange even for a foreigner, unusually tall and ignorant to his lacerations and punctures. His eyes had the shade of a rotted corpse, and his grin was that of the beast. Siavush was trapped between what must have been the devil in mortal form and the fires above.
The soldiers pointed and spoke in their damned tongue. The devil shook his head, apparently Sia was safe. What happened next shouldn¡¯t be mentioned to him. EVER. The devil drew what seemed to be a hunting spear made of steel and thrust it through the farthest, skinniest soldier, spilling blood on precious wall hangings. The other soldier, realizing the error of his ways, screamed and ran at the devil with a sword. But Lucifer just grabbed him and flung him several feet. Then he advanced onto Siavush.
When Sia came to, he found himself in a catacomb under Dorylaeum. He was dazed, weakened and on fire. He started to scramble to his feet, knowing that fire=pain. But it didn¡¯t. He was freaked by this bending of reality, thinking himself a demon. He walked off in the direction that seemed like the exit. After a bit of walking, he ran into a dying man. His legs were broken, and his old face scarred. A wound over his heart dripped blood, red ambrosia for Sia. He drank, first the spilled blood, and then the blood left inside the old man. Why he did, nobody knows. Odds are it was instinct.
Rejuvenated, Sia decided to head north. How he knew it was north, he doesn¡¯t know. He was horrified with himself, a bloodthirsty demon that should be conscribed to Hell. His mom, his dad, his friends, all of them were slaughtered. Allah had turned his back to Siavush. And so Siavush shall turn his back on life.
Siavush fled across the savage land, feeding on camels and any mortals he could find. He fled east, past the Byzantine Empire, and eventually, after about 2 years, reached the city of Basra, in present-day Iraq. Basra was a mainly Enashe city, and he felt detached. He stayed there for several uneventful years, depressed and never quite full. In 1123, he decided he was bored of the city, and, after robbing a bank of several hundred dinars, fled west on a camel. He made his way, over the course of fifty years, to the Chinese city of Lincang.
At first, he was an outcast, living as a fisherman and an orphan. Due to the fact that it was a small village, and that he could not feed on humans, he had to drink the blood of fish. It wasn¡¯t nourishing, and it tasted awful. To this day he hates fish. Eventually, he started working with other fishermen, bringing in larger hauls and finally having mortals to ravage.
During a fishing trip, his fishing party was attacked by a fierce tiger. The tiger was huge, and feared as a demon by fishermen. Catching Sia (who was calling himself Siyu by now) and his party off guard, it mauled one of the people and then advanced toward Sia. Sia, in a rush of adrenaline, decided to turn into a mist to rid himself of the tiger. Charging the tiger in mist form, he reformed himself and delivered a firm kick to its jaws. The tiger, with broken jaw and spirit, slinked back into the forest. Later Sia learned that it had died. However, Sia forgot that there were others that were with him.
At first Sia knew they would attack him, thinking he was either a Jiang Shi (for he was), or the gu¡¯ai, a demon. But instead, they fell on their knees. They called him ºÚ°µµÄÀÏ»¢É±º¦±¡Îí, or the Dark Tiger-Killing Mist. Apparently they thought of Sia as a dragon that fell to Earth due to the foolishness of a Tiger. Sia was pleasantly surprised. He decided to head back to Lincang because it was nearing morning.
The next night, when rising, he found a letter in nearby addressed to ºÚ°µµÄÀÏ»¢É±º¦±¡Îí. Piquing his interest, he opened it to discover that the tale had spread across the region. He was offered a fine house in Kunming, with servants and other luxuries. Although it went against instinct, he accepted the offer.
For about one hundred years, he lived the life of the prince. With servants to drink dry, he had luxury once more. Although he loved the life, his survival skills waned. As the years went by, Sia was met by increasing number of hostile vampires, claiming ¡°you don¡¯t deserve it¡±. Eventually, his manor was attacked by the Ishak and Tarepha. Fleeing the city, he was aloof and softened by the manor life.
Eventually, he settled in Shanghai, and stayed there for a very, very long time. He eventually stowed away on a trading junk and ended up in America in the 1600¡¯s. Living in Jamaica, he practiced some voodoo, and was practiced on himself. In 1802, he decided to sail to the U.S. Ending up in Montreal, he decided to live without frills. The most interesting thing that happened to him in that period of time was a fanatic priest that attacked him with a rosemary. Unaffected by the War of 1812 and both World wars, in 1963 he moved to Demaitre, and that is that.
