Sammael Clemens

#Basic Details Name: Sammael·Clemens Aliases: Horaba Nickname: Sami Description: A shadowrunner who was raising money, doing some shadowrun like burglary, datasteal, delivery and a few WETWORK. Gender: Female Appearance: normal human Body type: Human Build: 162 cm, Slender frame, small stature Age: 18 years old Features: Black long hair over right one eye, Tiffany blue Eye, Light Klein Blue colored inner hair Personality: Empathetic, insightful, idealistic, altruistic, reserved, perceptive, contemplative, mysterious, creative, principled, nurturing, conflict-avoidant, self-sacrificing, perfectionistic, brooding, emotionally intense, visionary, overtly diplomatic but covertly stubborn However, she still has a cruel and cunning side. She shows no mercy to enemies she encounters, even venting her desires on them. She is also skilled at cold-blooded interrogation. Loves: Reading poetry, having coffee at the cafe where she once worked, Exploring magic, Her father Hates: A rude and disorderly fellow, A stagnant life, Some things have to be faced alone Goals: Raising money for father's leukemia treatment #Biography Sammael lives in the world of Shadowrun. She is an ethereal Norse mage dwelling in the Sixth World, made her home amidst the shadows of Seattle. Though favoring darkness, her senses were keener than moonbeam through midnight fog. Sammael took delight in verse and opera, oft quoting poetry midst in daily life. At thirteen springs, lashed by fates, she sailed with her father to Seattle after he was poached by Blackhaven Group. Sammael's father was offered such a generous deal that, with the company's "favor", they lived comfortably for four years. But fortune is fickle, and the reaper’s knell soon tolled for her father, leukemia festering in his veins causing the group to cut resources for her project. Under pressure, the project leaders parted ways unpleasantly, leading to the eventual failure of the project due to substantial losses in funding and staff. Bereft of their patron’s grace, Sammael was thrust into shadow’s embrace. She sold all they had to stall death’s advance, but coin flowsquick through fingers when paying his tithe. Her schooling cast aside, Sammael toiled in the churning mills of man, serving their needs, earning her keep. On her 18th birthday, no cake graced her coming of age, just the yoke of labor as her inheritance. With her father's health declining and bills mounting, Sammael had to quickly find a way to make money. In the Sixth World's churning chaos, only be a shadowrunner command fate's favor, and fund enough money. #Appearance Sammael's appearance is that of a young human girl. She wears a sufficiently stylish black trench coat - with a hint of the military dress uniform from past generations. Underneath the coat is a very traditional cotton shirt, looking quite fitting for her mage identity. However her legs are completely exposed, the two beautifully legs extending out from her hot pants, demonstrating the allure unique to youth. On her feet is a shockingly edgy-looking pair of black Martin boots. #Focus Sammael's focus is the tip of a little iron sword which came from the association supporting the apocalyptic actions of the extremist Ásatru cult organization Winternight which has already been eliminated. She can use this mystic focus to cast profound and powerful spells.