Post by Samuel Styles on May 30, 2022 21:53:38 GMT
Samuel Styles the basics full name • samuel oliver stylesnickname • sam, sammy, samsquatch, sammich age • twenty-two birthday • may 2nd 1996 gender • male sexuality • hetero species • human occupation • college student, hunter the looks face claim • jared padalecki height & weight • six foot five inches, two-hundred pounds overall looks • blue eyes with yellow around the iris, often described as a kaleidoscope of colors/hazel. long brown hair that hangs just below his jaw. clean shaven. muscular. mole on left side of his wide nose. he is littered with scars from hunting, but the most prominent one is a slice down the outside of his right arm. the personality likes - animals - exercise - learning - natalia dislikes - clowns - his dad - hunting - lying strengths - intelligence - physical prowess weaknesses - co-dependent - emotional dreams - wants to be a lawyer and serve justice in a legal way fears - does not want to be stuck hunting and killing for the rest of his life like his father overall personality • sam is incredibly intelligent but has never been pretentious about his smarts (unless the situation involved his brother, then he was a smartass). he is obnoxiously kind, a puppy dog in a giant’s body. he’s the type to give the shirt off his back, to lay his life down on the line. he’s emotional, and often it can cloud his judgment, but he’s usually clear-headed enough to make the tough decisions. he’s relied on heavily by his family members and friends. he’s the backbone. it’s a heavy burden that can bring him down, but he’d never push the weight onto another. he’s bashful, blushing, and brilliant. dazzling smiles and shrewd looks. he’s stubborn, a family trait. he’s a fairly good judge of character, but will almost always give someone the benefit of the doubt first. he’s protective and can be aggressive when the situation calls for it. but, in most cases, he is the gentle giant–the brains of the operation. the history mother • mary, 47, author/hunterfather • john, 50, retired sheriff/hunter brother • theodore, 25, hunter sister • noelle, 18, student/hunter (werejaguar) overall history • sam is the second-born son in the styles family–a family of supernatural hunters. john, his father, came from a long line of werewolf killers. mary, however, had found the supernatural by chance. john had saved her from a werewolf attack, her knight in shining armor. it had been a fairytale love story. she joined him in the hunt, agile and full of vengeance. they were a perfect match. theodore had been their first child, a playful young boy with hellfire in his eyes. sam next, a quiet kid with a puppy dog look and resistance in his bones. noelle was last, a pretty little blonde girl, her mom’s spitting image. sam didn’t remember a time before his sister, it was as if the three of them had always been joined at the hip. his father was the sheriff of beacon hills, a brilliant guise as he hunted for the unnatural in the town and surrounding areas while his mother took their supernatural encounters and turned them into stories. the wealth of the styles family from the generations before joined with his parents’ careers allowed for the family to live a lavish lifestyle. sam grew up in wealth, but the act of the hunt kept him humble. it was hard to be a spoiled rich kid when he had blood of a werewolf staining his hands. he grew up in a home on the outskirts of the preserve, a lengthy driveway leading up to what could only be called a mansion. the home was a base for the hunters of the area as well as training grounds. it provided a wealth of privacy and security. it was hard for sam to bring friends home, rarely were their intentions pure. gabe, however, was a kid sam couldn’t quite shake. they had met in the third grade, with gabe throwing sand at a boy who kept tugging on sam’s messy hair. they had been best friends since. when sam was eight, teddy had convinced him to jump off their pool house on halloween–he told the younger boy that he could fly. sam rode the handlebars of teddy’s bike to the hospital, his arm had been broken and his brother just laughed because he should have known that batman couldn’t fly. at ten, he fell into the lake in the beacon hills park after noelle kicked her shoe into the water. he had been drenched to the bone and a blushing mess, but his little sister had never smiled at him brighter. thirteen years old, that’s when he’d finally been introduced to the supernatural, when he had been dragged into the family business. he didn’t understand the violence, detested the training, but that didn’t stop his father from making him commit his first kill at fourteen. the two hadn’t gotten along since. however, it was at one of the hunter meetings that sam truly took notice of natalia harper. they had grown up together, going to the same schools their whole life, but the summer between his last year in middle school and the beginning of freshman year–when hormones were raging–he finally saw her. she was beautiful. stood tall and full of confidence. she was unwavering where her brother seemed almost anxious at being in the room of hunters. she was mean, but he could overlook that. gabe always nagged at him, saying she wasn’t worth his time as her and her group of friends poked fun at his gangly height and lengthy hair, but he liked her. he had a fat crush on a girl he couldn’t touch. freshman year, he shared a slow dance with her at the homecoming, but other than passing conversations when they were paired for projects, they never interacted. he soon discovered that clayton, a boy he’d been friends with in his youth but had grown apart from, also was crushing on natalia. they bickered over this, but one day in the middle of the school year, clayton was gone. his friend had passed away and it was believed that clayton was sent away to a private school. sophmore year, sam met bobbi. they struck up an easy friendship that morphed into more–but sam never could take his eyes off of natalia completely. bobbi was his first kiss, his first everything. he didn’t regret giving those pieces of himself to her, but he hated that he took those moments from her when his heart was with someone else. it was when he was sixteen that he truly fell out with his father. they’d spent the evening screaming at one another–john tipsy from another evening binge and sam brimming with unbridled hate. sam refused to join them on a hunt, determined that this wasn’t going to be his life. john, fed up and intoxicated, shoved his son. sam had fallen to the ground, cutting his arm open on their glass table on his way down. their eyes were round and wet when they met, sam filled with fear and anger while john seemed confused. blood stained the carpet beneath him as he fumbled out of his father’s reach. john wouldn’t touch sam again for years. they rarely spoke, but somehow sam still ended up pulled into those hunts. teddy was sam’s weak spot. if he asked, sam did as he was told. just after sam turned eighteen, noelle got bit by a werewolf on a hunt. she confided in her brother, trusting him to not tell another soul–not even teddy. when she turned for the first time, sam was there with her. they were both shocked by her glowing green eyes and feline features. a werejaguar. noelle wasn’t the same after that, closed off to everyone but sam. she knew he detested hunting, knew he would be the only one she could lean on. it was a weight he hadn’t been ready to bear, but he clenched his teeth and pushed through. it was their secret. when his stanford letter came in the mail, it had sparked a new outrage between his father and him, shouts echoing off their heightened ceilings as he accused him of betraying the family. how could he leave? how could he abandon them? easily. he would serve justice another way. he would not keep staining his hands in blood when they couldn’t prove all of their lives weren’t innocent. not when noelle shook with every cruel word their father spit at the supernatural. he had received a full scholarship, boarding and all, which he was thankful for. his father had cut off his funds when he left, though his mother still sent him money for food when she could sneak it past john. he gave his virginity to bobbi the night of their prom. they broke up when he left for palo alto. he kept in touch with gabe, but he was the only one. noelle would call him on nights of the full moon, and he’d stay up til daylight talking her through her shift. teddy visited often, when he had a hunt in the area–tasting the flavor of women the college offered. he’d grown to befriend his goofy, blonde roommate, misha. the guy was odd and a little off-putting, but he was friendly enough. sam put his focus in school for the first two years, only returning home for the holidays, but refusing to stay at his parent’s home. gabe would let him crash with him, catching him up on the town gossip. he never spoke of natalia, for she hadn’t been back since they graduated. traveling, gabe explained. sam wondered how he knew so much. entering his third year of schooling, he loosened up. he casually dated a few girls–katie, sandy, ruby, jessica. none of them stuck, but they were all good women. sam was the kind of guy who remained friends with his exes, always there to help when they needed a hand. upon entering his final year at stanford, he met gen. she was a little spitfire pursuing a degree in medicine. she reminded him of natalia. when christmas break came, sam went home. he agreed to stay in the guest house, not quite ready to be around his father so completely. but he couldn’t have expected such a warm welcoming. everyone was grateful to have him home. john hugged him. it was the first physical contact they’d had in five years. his first night back had been overwhelming. he’d gone out for a walk once everyone had settled down. he was forever grateful he had. running into natalia hadn’t even been a possibility in his books. last he’d known, she had still been travelling with alex. seems gabe was behind on the news. finding her in a gown on the sidewalk while sniffling and crying had been strange, but he took it in strides. it was an interesting reunion, but they came out of the interaction stronger than they had ever been before. natalia had fallen asleep on him after they’d spent hours talking and catching up as if they’d ever been friends. sam had slept on the couch that night. she was gone quickly in the morning in her shame. he didn’t see her again that trip, hadn’t even gotten her number. when he’d gone back to stanford, he halted any progression with gen. it seemed as though he had a chance with his childhood crush, or maybe he was just hoping. during this semester, he moved out of his dorm and into an apartment with misha after adopting a mutt, sadie, on a whim. he had been volunteering at a shelter when they were put in a position where they had to put the high-energy dog down if she hadn’t been taken to a good home. so sam gave her one. sam finished his final semester at stanford, receiving his bachelor’s, graduating with honors and set to join their law program in the fall. as summer rolled around, he and gen had grown close as friends. sam’s mom had gotten sick. it wasn’t a death sentence–tuberculosis was curable–but it was serious. gen, training to be a nurse, offered to join sam in beacon hills and teach him how to help care for her if he gave her a place to stay. he couldn’t find a reason to say no. it wasn’t like natalia was dating him or even had an interest in that. there was no harm in bringing a friend back. that was until they shared a drunken kiss, that is. nothing more. something fleeting and desperate, but cut short. there was a heat in her gaze that scared him. the next morning, go figure, he ran into natalia. they got into a heated conversation over lovers–clearly jealous, but each refusing to acknowledge why. coming to a truce, they spent the afternoon walking around town before feeding ducks together. he got her number as they parted, tentatively texting her the next day and striking up casual conversations over the days until they met in person once more. he ran into alex at the park after sadie had taken off on him, and the two had chatted and become friendly. friendly enough that alex would stop by often to visit sadie and take her for walks–little elena joining them once the girl had been given to her father. sam found it odd, realizing not too long after it started that alex was scoping out his situation with gen. it gave him hope, made him think that natalia was interested enough to have her brother dig his nose into the situation. nothing further happened with gen, much to the girl’s disappointment. and then bobbi died. it hit him like a truck. he hadn’t talked to her since they’d broken up, but that didn’t stop the news from shattering him. he loved her, in a way different than nat, but love all the same. louly, a girl his brother had taken under his wing, was the one to blame. she’d been a trained hunter and still let the town’s deputy die. he had a bitter taste in his mouth towards the girl, his brother fumbling on how to handle the situation. he told gen to leave, not wanting her mixed up in this supernatural mess after poor charlie lost her life to the same fate. she didn’t put up much of a fight. sam, was surprised with how close he had gotten with natalia. the day she had discovered she was an aunt, she had reached out to him to help her brother and some strange guy, max, build a crib. she had sought him out, out of everyone. things were looking up. sam, after dropping his morals and agreeing to join the hunt, called nat. her and alex had come to comfort him, but he was still left with a gaping hole in his chest. as summer was drawing to a close, he made the difficult decision to take a gap year. he had to finish this hunt, he had to avenge her death. sam, just twenty-two, in september of 2018, was at a ‘five-year-reunion’ thrown by his high school. it was to honor bobbi’s memory while reminding the former students to keep their bonds strong. no one lived forever. sam had gone with natalia as his date, arm around her waist as he glowered at his former nemesis. he hadn’t given the man’s disappearance much thought. until now. clayton was back. bobbi was dead. sam was surrounded by his new friends and the girl he loved. anything could happen. the visuals home • given their millions of dollars fortune, the styles live in a grand mansion on the border of the preserve to beacon hills woods. the house has six bedrooms, four bathrooms, an office, a grand living room and a dazzling kitchen that led into a dining room. the house was incredible inside and very modern. sam lives in the guest house that doubled as a garage, connected only by an awning. the guest house has it’s own bathroom and kitchen unit, as well as one bedroom and a living area. his parents, teddy, and noelle all live in the main house while sam slowly makes the guest house feel more like home as his stay takes a turn towards permanent. the yard is vast–a large yard, pool, sports court and shooting range. there is a basement that doubles as a bunker and weapon room.car • a black 2018 cadillac escalade, an suv to accomdate his size. pet • sadie, german shepherd mix, 5 outfits • his closet consists almost only of plaids and flannels and jeans, though, given his wealth, they are mostly name brand and pricey. not that one could tell by first glance. he wears a pair of boots almost consistently. when working out, he has a few designated gym outfits. he does have one tan jacket that he prefers that he often layers over his flannel, long sleeve or t-shirt. at home, he is known to squeeze into his childhood favorite shirt, a purple shirt with a greyhound on the front. he does own plenty of suits when the occasion calls for it. the threads from first to recent:i'll never be your chosen one | alina & sam polaris | natalia & sam empty gold | natalia & sam luck | alex & sam no entry after dark | louly & sam throw me to the wolves | alex, natalia, & sam anti-paean | alex, clayton, evans, max, natalia, & sam |