Samantha (Sam) Raelyn

By Octavia's Bow

• December 19, 2014

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: A typical laid-back 22 year-old white female human, with baggy sweats and a variety of loose-fitting, covering t-shirts. She always takes a backpack with her full of things she might need.<br /><br />She has brown, messy hair. It's loose strands are a real pain to brush, when she does decide to do it. She repeatedly requests this haircut when her hair becomes too long: http://www.celebrityhairstyles2011.org/wp-content/uploads/rock-star-shag-haircut-3.jpg<br /><br />Her eyes are green, and have become permanently bagged. It's not eyeshadow. Do not make the mistake mates, it tends to be a bit of an insecurity.<br /><br />She is skinny, average-chested, and soft. Her seemingly inability to focus on any form of exercise regimen has ensured that it will stay this way. Controlled diet further this goal.<br /><br />She is about 5'11'' in height, and weighs about 160 pounds.<br /><br />She does have official robes with silver outlining. The crest on the cloak is a stenciled silver crescent moon surrounded by a silver cirlce

Cutie Mark: Not applicable, however: She does carry silver pheonix pendant around her neck.

Personality: She likes simple things. Walks in the park, good books, and time with friends all lend to her mental stage fairly well. She spiritually believes in the Age of Aquarius, and was born under the astrological sign of Libra, close to the Virgo cut off. She's generally good with people, if a bit offhandedly sarcastic humor is something you enjoy. That being said, she understands when it's time to get serious, as long as all that serious stuff is going down... mmmm.... tomorrow? Definately a night time person.

Backstory: Sam... was always something special, and never something outgoing enough to show it. Even as a little girl, she would twirl light with her fingers when she knew no-one was looking. However, if there was a person more fit to describe her past than she herself, well... they'd have to be time travelers:<br /><br />"What, me? Shoot, well... alright. I come from the Midwest, a place in America often forgotten by Americans not from the Midwest. I grew up, went to school, had a couple friends, you know... But I didn't keep very many. I was... always tired. *Sigh* The moon is very beautiful, ya know? I'd stay up most of a night to watch it float through the stars. Soooooooooooo, in the mornings, I'd be shut-down energy wise. Even so, I was smart enough to pass my classes, and smart enough not to show off my 'talents'. But, like most of the 'Talented,' those of us humans who can just use magic with little training, there came a point where my guard wasn't up.<br /><br />"First off, the *censor* had it coming. You don't take my best friend by the scruff and slam him into a locker because he refused to help you cheat- err, I mean, bullying isn't supposed to be tolerated. I may or may not have blasted him with a low-power bolt. Singed his clothes purple, yeah? Well, that was the end of normal. MIBs, BTCs, I think there may have been some PIs... Anyways, system BS later and I landed myself a 'high-paying high-benefit job my parents couldn't refuse' right here, and been here ever since. It's been fun studying Lunar Magic though. Straight up blasting people with a dose of Moonfire has its value, I guess. And, I met up with a dragon, so I mean, who wouldn't like it here, right? I... sometimes miss my family... ad my friends... and wonder how they grew up... But I got this big hush-hush thing now. Cool beans!"