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[Name] Samail Hyme
[City] Jerusalem
[Alignment] Neutral
[Special powers] Telekinesis

[History] Sam was never particularly close with his father, a structured, detail-oriented, traditional man. His sister, one year older, was his closest childhood friend before a Hezbollah suicide bomber took her life and Samail's mother's life one day. He hates Palestinians, and has since then. He doesn't see any logic fallacies in this whatsoever. He has never seen his prejudices as prejudices, per se, and has a bit of an irrational streak regarding them. He enjoyed speech and debate courses most in school, excelling primarily at literature and math. School was not hard for him, or rather, the subjects were not. Since childhood, he preferred to read or write than talk to another person, and spent most of his earlier school years alone.

His father and he lived together until Sam moved into the Hebrew University dorms, an uneasy truce in the house where they did not speak of the two lost loved ones, of Sam's growing preference for men, his refusal to participate in religious activities, or his teenage "outbursts." His father gave him the uncomfortable space they both truly desired, and Samail returned the favour. They've hardly spoken to each other since, terse discussions and scant phone calls. His father is, by nature, a quiet man, and Sam has difficulty with long conversations without inserting pithy insults unless he genuinely cares about how the person he's speaking with feels.

He met Michael recently, and against his better nature, has found himself far more attached to the boy than anyone he's ever dated before. Closet hopeless romantic it might make him, he cares about Michael's happiness more than anyone else's, and he feels magnetised to him. He's sure it's a phase, a crush, that he didn't go through as a preteen simply manifesting itself later in life, and that it will pass, but he figures he might as well enjoy it as it goes.

[Personality] Samail is thoughtful and logical. The world has not ended thus far, and the odds look poor of it happening. Poor boy doesn't seem to have grasped yet that the odds have nothing to do with it. Sam is prone to a little arrogance, and a lot of attitude. He tends to think of most people as unimportant, bland, overly concerned with foolish things, but he wouldn't tell them that unless he felt particularly snippy. He doesn't consider himself emo, or poetic, or any such things, nor a philospher, but he thinks about the meaning of life sometimes, and it confuses him. He can't seem to find a place in that meaning for him, and he doesn't understand why other people aren't concerned at all about it in relations with themselves. He has no desire to find the truth of the matter, or an interest in the meaning of life - he simply needs to know why he is here, why everyone else is here, what they are intended to accomplish in the 80 or so years before they die. It makes him uncomfortable, and has turned him from religion, rather than to it, unable to find any answer that can satisfy both his painful curiosity and his steadfast reasoning.

He doesn't like labels very much. He isn't gay, but he's had boyfriends. He's had girlfriends, but their mindless chatter and their lipglosses and keychains drove him up the wall. He likes boobs okay enough, he figures, and sex with girls is okay, it's sex, isn't it? but girls themselves are beyond his patience, as are most guys as well, to be honest.

When distraught, he is most likely to lash out at another, make another person the weak one to take attention off of his own emotional state. He doesn't like openning up, or giving the keys to himself to another person. He enters casual relationships easily, but sees most of those people as just another cock or pussy. He's vulgar when he feels like it, and patient when he feels like it, and overall, quick to shift moods because he damn well feels like it. He doesn't trust easily, and though he'd never admit it, he simply doesn't like the intangibility of life, the ease with which people are born and die. He avoids anything long-term, probably afraid of losing anything that really matters to him. He would never say such things out loud, of course. It would make him sound like some sort of pathetic teenage angstmonger, something he'd never consider himself.

[Appearance] Tall and slim with longish hair. He's terribly vain about it, changing the color of it from time to time like a girl might. It's naturally a medium auburn, but at any given time might be blonde or brown or red. He stands with a slouch, but walks briskly.

[PB] Odagiri Azusa from Hot Gimmick