**Name**: Samael

**Age**: 32

**Gender**: male

**Race**: Human

**Dragoon Spirit**: N/A

**Weapon**: Dual Kama blades with black steel blade and handles and red grips.

**Appearance**: Samael is of a medium build with medium length black hair and wears a chain-mail vest, a cloak, steel greaves, and boots that are all black. His kama blades are strapped to both sides of his greaves, beneath his cloak.

**Personality**: Chaotic Neutral is what defines who he is. Samael never liked to humor stupid ideas like good or evil, he'd always prefer just to do whatever the hell he wanted, especially if it was for money. He would take what he wanted, but it made things easier if he could just pay them off and leave it at that.

**History**: Samael was born to poor parents who worked on a farm east of Tiberoa. He never like the people he grew up with, and started to wonder why he should do the things he did for them, like his parents tried to raise him. He was lucky to grow up with the discovery that a few dead people didn't mean the end of the world. Killing them himself when it suited him followed soon after.

After a slightly more tolerable childhood than the average peasant, he discovered the joys of freelancing. applying his own work schedule gave him the sort of authority that even his clients had to respect. He would help them with what they needed, but he would ultimately get to decide if he helped them. He specialized in all kinds of jobs, from civil work to assassinations. He kept a low profile, but his name was synonymous with that of an experianced worker. Eventually, he was signed to work for a man named Armond, and everything has gone downhill since then.