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[h2][b]S A M M A E L  K ö N I G[/b][/h2]
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[sup][i][b][color=7ea7d8]"Fall not from Heaven, but rise from Hell"[/color][/b][/i][/sup]
[sup]Age. 26 | Date of Birth. November 26th | Height. 6'-2"|[/sup]
 
[color=ed1c24][b][First Class][/b][/color][/center]
 
[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]A P P E A R A N C E.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent]Samm is built on a tall frame, supported by lengths of lithe, athletic muscle. His complexion is pale and even, harkening to a lineage within Galbadia’s northern reaches. Piercing eyes of ice-blue punctuate a handsome, weathered face, which sports a well-trimmed beard and the lines born from a quick smile. His countenance is one of approachability and honesty, tinted with a constant bent towards optimism, and a healthy inclination towards mirth.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]P S Y C H E.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent]It is not a vague or insightful fact that the world is not equal. The creatures that exist upon the globe are subjected to a litany of factors and circumstances for which they have no control, and their lives are profoundly influenced by these winds of fate before they even draw their first breath. Some face the world with a smooth, clear, and effortless path, while others are subjected to the cruel crucible of a harsh and malevolent reality. Sammael is not one to refute this truth.

While he accepts these natural laws, Samm is not one to take such aspects as absolutes—fates can be changed, and light can be brought to even the dark corners of the world. One only has to be brave enough to carry the torch. This notion is at the core of Samm’s being. As a son of a fortunate side of fate’s coin, Samm feels strongly that he was given a mandate to pay his privilege forward, and bring as many of humanity’s downtrodden out of the shadow of a punitive destiny. He is a man of conviction, determination, and staunch hope. Yet—perhaps antithetically—he is an atheist with a true belief in man’s own claim to morality. 

Tempering these hard edges of Samm’s being, is his very real penchant for optimism, joy, and the pursuit of happiness. His desire to help others bleeds heavily into a love of making people smile, and improving the disposition of those in his company. Samm’s humor is ranging, from soft and subtle, to off-color and brash—he is comfortable amongst any crowd. 

The relationship Samm holds with his Aeon is a precious one. Fortune was good to Samm once again when he came to be bonded with a being that seemed to so exemplify his nature to do the greatest good. In his Aeon’s power, Samm finds an invigorated purpose, and the embodied justification that he is to banish darkness wherever he finds it. 
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[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]B A C K G R O U N D.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent]Sammael Aaron König was born on cold winter’s night in the Galbadian state of Aster. As his father and mother both worked as prominent engineers within Aster’s climate encouragement facility, Samm enjoyed the comfort of an upper middle-class lifestyle from his conception. An only child to preoccupied parents of means, the stage was set for Samm to be a detached, spoiled, and selfish individual. In stark contrast to the conventional wisdom of many, Samm somehow bucked the odds, and grew into a young man who was empathetic, humble, and forthright.   


Intelligent, athletic, and connected through both his parents and his own friendly magnetism, Samm had the desire and means to pursue a degree in engineering at one of the prestigious technical institutes in the shadow of Dalmasca. This aspiration was one that fulfilled Samm’s wishes to be an engine for something ‘better’ within the world—the idea that he could become some lauded engineer that brought warmth, food, and comfort to the less fortunate by way of his fantastic technological creations. 

While Samm felt he possessed the wherewithal to achieve great success in the field of engineering, reality managed to drive a wedge into his mind as he grew closer to adulthood. Intelligent as he was, there was a key element missing in his plan to become the angelic savant he dreamed he could be: passion. There was no passion for Samm within this dream. Making the world a better place was his ultimate goal, and the path of an engineer doing righteous work had simply come too easily to him; something automatic and expected. He would find no fulfillment in such a life. 

As this realization, Samm for the first time felt the chains of uncertainty pulling from around his neck. As he became a man, he found himself listless and depressed. The search for a vehicle to carry out what he considered to be his purpose became a near obsession, and his days were filled with half-starts and only glimmers of hope as opportunities to find lasting fulfillment in his life waned. It was during this trough that he was found by the recruiters. Vague and mysterious, Samm was confronted by a pair of self-proclaimed scientists who enticed that they could provide a means for him to [i]truly[/i] excel, aid, and uplift humanity in a way that only a handful of people could. 

It was as if a veil had been withdrawn for Samm, and his true purpose lie in the growing light afforded by such a promise of profound meaning. After passing a battery of physical, psychological, and genetic tests, Samm found himself in the cadre of SOLDIER. Bound to his Aeon, and trained to the very pinnacle of his physical and mental potential, Samm transformed from simply a man, to something he never had even dreamed he could or should become: a living weapon, forged atop an anvil of trained perfection, and tempered with the blood of stars. 
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[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]R E G A I L I A.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent]
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Sammael meets his enemies head-on upon the field. Relying upon keen strategy, agility, and honed skill, Samm engages foes with single-minded purpose. He wields a long katana-like sword, with a unique energy-laden blade. White-hot at the apex of the katana’s cutting edge, this sword imbues highly volatile bursts of energy when cutting or slicing through the flesh of a target. 

Though reliant primarily upon his athleticism and agility for survival on the battlefield, Samm is also encased in a full-body suit of armor. Made for mobility, the armor is primarily focused upon absorbing ranged ballistic attacks, as well as increasing Samm’s spatial acuity of the battlespace. The helmet that encloses his entire head is covered with sensors that give him instantaneous threat updates, locations of comrades, and other pertinent information. 

Now linked inimitably with the Aeon known as Ither, Samm possesses processes that allow his mind to take in and respond to stimuli on an almost precognitive level. In combat he misses almost nothing, quickly gaining a true sense of his adversary in the breadth of a heartbeat, and allowing him to dodge strikes—and even rifle shots—that would otherwise decimate a lesser being. This battle focus comes at a price however, as with continued and sustained use, Samm’s cognition of his surroundings become more and more clouded with cosmic static. Lost to the powerful hum of Ither’s soul within him, Samm can over utilize his power, and become completely oblivious to the world around him to the point of delusion, insanity, and death. 

 [indent][indent][sub][color=7ea7d8][Aphelion][/color] With a flurry of staccato light, Sammael’s living image is split into six perfect avatars. The avatars move and react like sentient beings, distracting the foe until struck down like the straw-men that they truly are. 

[color=7ea7d8][Perihelion][/color] A fiery white aura ensconces Sammael, coalescing into a crown like beacon around his forehead. Lances of this light erupt from this beacon, shooting out with deadly effect to wherever Sammeal’s eyes have alighted. 

[color=7ea7d8][Analemma][/color] Bursts of bright hot light envelope an area surrounding the impact location of an enemy’s strike, or in the path of an incoming ballistic projectile. For normal attacks, this light-energy deflects the incoming strike so no harm comes to the intended target. This power is best utilized in the protection of others, but can in rare cases be employed in times of self-preservation.[/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
 
[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]A E O N.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent]
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[color=7ea7d8][b][i]Ither[/i][/b]--white[/color]
Bathed in the purity of moral judgement, Ither shines like a beacon in a sea of dark, undulating ebony. Possessing a multitude of heavenly arms, regaled in white, and trimmed with gold, this Aeon is a pillar of justice, truth, protection, and the living embodiment of the greater good. Darkness is banished before it, like sand before the crashing waves of an approaching tsunami. Strong in will, and resolute in purpose, Ither is a being of conviction, white hot purpose, and an infallible will to reorient all life to it’s true and rightful place—no matter the cost. 
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[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]C O R E.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent]
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SABER: Agility increase by 100%
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[indent][sub][color=ed1c24]O V E R D R I V E.[/color][/sub][hr][/indent][indent][indent][color=7ea7d8][Tears of Icarus][/color] In a fiery corona, living light strikes from the heavens. Sammael is wrapped in folds of a conflagration of white, so bright that it blinds those who gaze upon it. From this blinding flare comes a flurry of successive fire bursts. These bursts possess the power of the living Sun, and cascade in roiling tendrils from the caster, to the intended foes like a flood of righteous destruction. This near holy fire strips its target of flesh, bone, and soul, rending those before it to a husk of scorched and pure nothingness.[/indent][/indent]