ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
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↳He is wholly regaled within the sigil of his ancestors and crowned within a dark splendor of rebellious ambiance that exudes assertive qualms befitting to his candor. Black on black, leathers and ash-grey jeans snug, all donned from head to booted-toes in monochromatic fashion that costs a pretty penny or two. Samuel is a gangly creature that hasn't quite filled out entirely to his over-reaching height of six-four, arms framed loose and spine slack that also suggests to a lackadaisical posture of slumped shoulders that hunch inward to dissuade from his rather beanstalk debut. A trait courtesy of his signature, astrological commitment that imparts lanky and altitudinous advancement over his peers. There's a shadow blanketed over that rust coloured stare bedecked with the tiniest slivers of scarlet that are alight in the shimmer of a passionate man with an under glow of stubborn qualities that glare obscenely red -- the most telling designation of his zodiac.

Embellishments of ebony rings adorn nearly every digit, an aesthetic Samuel has long held an affection for, coupled with minimalist bracelets that dangle just so from spindly wrists jutting with prominent veins. Beside his tall stature, Samuel is afforded a well kept impression, done up in the finer things found within life that one of his bearings can afford; from the ridiculously purchased clove smokes pursed upon his pout; to the glint of silver in pierced lobes; and the leather thrown across his shoulders or hooked carelessly upon his index finger; and those thickly rimmed Ray Bans perched upon his nose. Cutting across his brow often, Samuel's hair is a dark brown hue that runs black sobbing wet, and also curls inward in the humidity and teases often around his ears before settling properly. The scruff of a five o'clock shadow sets against his gaunt cheeks and contours his slight cheeks bones before lining his jawline subtlety, often prompting a manicured nail to scratch against the stubble in his idle musings.

Though Samuel's eyes are the most telling of his otherworldly grace and thus the most prominent of his blessed inclination, there is an unseen press eternally hidden beneath his wardrobe. Along the ridge of his spine are curious pieces of chitin in place that also can be found graced to each shoulder blade and lining to the point where they vanish just so at his nape where scrawling ink of his astrological insignia is displayed in black. These are furnishings of an exoskeleton, black of course, a trademark of his family eternally displayed through their line.





ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
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↳ Samuel's family, namely his parents, are true advocates to their zodiac; passionate, resourceful, brave to a point of fearlessness and stubborn to a fault and brandishing eyes of rust twinkling scarlet in the sunlight. The Cahors have eternally valued honesty and facts, all truths graced upon their lips and their speech lilted with the appraisal and purpose of being within the right -- they are never wrong. Samuel was raised upon teasing lit and came to value the means of being honest in life, even if such is burdened by the pain of always being blunt, open, and his keen intelligence and denial of potentially being within the wrong in social grandeur. His parents are the kind that fell in love deeply and quickly, a whirlwind affair that has never waned in their age, the zephyr of their match one of glistening roses and bloody aggression from their personalities writhing against one another despite all claims to soulmates and scarlet threads binding them for life. It was a vocally strenuous household with late night banters and seething words that would couple, eventually, to a mutual surrender that saw to prank filled mornings and grand meals around a polished table.

Samuel is the only child of their union, befitting to ones born under the sign of Scorpio because of their naturally jealous faults that allude to possession and fierce loyalty. As an only child, it is imagined that Samuel was incredibly doted upon with extravagance, after all, The Cahors founders were artists of eccentric works exported from Gwendale -- each piece a curious interpretation of the Zodiac seen within their own eye and thus paid well and financially blessed to afford luxuries of the finest expense. Creative inclinations have been deeply steeped through out the Cahors family, taught to each generation so as not to suspend their reputation for producing rather bizarre visual works, and with Samuel being that last -- he's lost two siblings to the misfortune of miscarriages in the past decade -- it has become more pressing to preserve the art.





ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ s ʏ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ s ɪ s
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↳ The Scorpio sign depicts many traits of the soul and heart, ones of passion, independence, protectiveness, bravery, and above all, an enigma of the eighth seat in the house of the traditional zodiac. Samuel, much like his parents, has slowly displayed all these traits in his recent years, slowly coming into his representation of authenticity, however even authentic souls such as his can be ugly. Where he his a man who is unafraid to blaze forth his own trail into life and his art, he is also someone who feels his emotional purely and profoundly, burdened by the manipulative nature of his own heart that bears methods of cruelty and jealousy and possessive qualms. As a water sign, he can sometimes become burdened by these emotes, unable to temper them off completely due to the constant tug and pull of life around them in the city made entirely for them by the Gods. At times, Samuel can be left vulnerable because of his empathy, thus these sometimes overpowering surges are protected by a literal shell liken to the incarnation of the Scorpio insignia: the scorpion.

However Samuel is a loyal man who values truth above all else and will seek such in whichever dark corner may shelter it. To earn such a trust and affection may be a war of constant bickering of violence, secrets, and sometimes fierce ardor of both flesh, heart, and soul, but such is ever lasting and eternal in these eyes of rust.

Samuel Cahors is broad strokes of scarlet upon a canvas bleached white and woven with black, the edges harsh and feathered at their borders from violent thrusts of a paint brush held within a ring-adorned fist. Smiles are punctuated with glittering teeth and dimpled cheeks, brushed delicately with manicured nails stained by chalk and dust of acrylics used almost daily. Charcoal lashes shutter through an intense stare that pierces through flesh and strikes the heart with purpose and admiration where Samuel seeks to gain from -- but he will forever guard and secure his own with secrets laden with distrust.





ᴍ ɪ s ᴄ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴇ ᴏ ᴜ s
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