samuel kiszka

april 3, 1543

heteroual

lycan

nada

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the year of 1543, Samuel Francis Kiszka was brought into the noble family of the Kizka's Poland. His entire family included both parents, two older twin brothers and a younger sister. Albeit known to be the most ambitious and adventurous of the lot, Sam always took his studies seriously. Whether it be combat or horseback riding, his attendance was consistently perfect, and his attention remain unwavered. He teachers recall it to be almost frightening how hard he focused, almost as if stuck within a trance, yet always got the work done. 

ROK 1551 - 1561
 

After graduating early, Sam was given the ability to divert his attention to the possibilities of the future. Would him or brothers be expected to take their father's place upon the time of his death? The possibilities were endless, and he wanted to focus on also providing for the people as much as he could. 

With that being said, in 1561, Sam found himself within a greatly unwished for spotlight. It came from the eyes following that of the noble family, tracking each and every move he made. The wolves followed as common women would sneak out of his window with his puffy shirt covering them up, interrogate his intentions as prince as he comes of age. 

The male wouldn't claim that he'd ever fallen in love, ultimately jealous of his older brother Jake. You see, the older brother was arranged to marry a woman named Amelia, whomst Sam had practically shared classes with his entire life. He'd easily say she was his best friend, a title that could be acknowledged on both sides, yet perhaps his love for her was one-sided. He never said anything, however. His loyalty as a brother was more important than any feminine interest regardless how much pain it brought him. 

ROK 1570

"The year of pain" as Samuel would like to call it. The events of the year couldn't be further from unexpected, however, for the start was the same as any other -- he'd awakened with a hangover as a result from the previous night's celebrations with a woman in his bed (note: resembling that of Amelia). Months passsed by and before he knew it, his brother was to wed the love of Samuel's life the next day. A day a week was already dedicated to time spent with the family's stallions together, but this night was particularly important when it came to preparing the horses for the wedding. He'd stepped inside for just a second or two, and upon returning, noticed everyone but himself and Jake remained untouched from the viscious Lycan attack. 

 

Before given any real possibility to even soak in what had happened before him, Samuel himself was targeted. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever felt before and his own taller figure had fallen into the puddle of his family's blood. Paralyzed, the tips of his fingers barely twitched within that of the autumn leaves and it felt as though his eyes were glued open. He couldn't move, every breath taken felt like a stake to the gut, and he could only think about how he, too, was dying. 

 

"Run," is all the male could muster, hoarsely and silently encouraging his own brother - who he could only hope was still alive - to run free from the family portrait painted beore him; although Sam was too lost within his own pain, he hadn't realized that Jake had seen what'd happened. He prepared for himself to die alone, a single tear streaming down his cheek, and so he did. 

 

....Until his eyes fluttered open that next afternoon. 

He can still remember how the leaves felt beneath his palms with a burst of energy unlike anything else, and how the smell of his rotting family infiltrated his nostrils, urging whatever was in his stomach to come to the surface beneath his crouched countenance. Finding his footing was difficult, just as if he were a toddler, with slender digits outstretched to catch whatever surroundings where there to keep him steady. He was sore, yet after patting his palms over each centimeter of his body, there weren't any wounds found. It's like absolutely nothing had happened to him, but he could've sworn it did. Nothing made sense. His right hand elevated to collect the bile dribbling from the corner of his tiers as he rushed within the family palace to search for his older brother. "Jake!" The nickname was repetitive and he was /restless/, searching each and every room, every space, yet found himself defeated once more. 

 

Jake, too, was gone. 

 

Absolutely frightened of what could've happened to him, Sam was too scared to even think about leaving the premises of his home; forgetting to consider what Amelia's family would think of them not being present in just a mere few hours. He locked all of the windows and doors, even attempting to add more locks of his own. Knock knock knock! He visably trembled when he saw her, roughly reaching out to tug her into the safety of the home. He was manic, crying to her what had happened in a way that wouldn't even make sense until ...

It was his shoulders that'd betrayed him first, practically breaking inward before extending out on both sides, then his ribs breaking to expand into his new form. The fright was heavily apparent, tears streaming down his cheeks with shrieks of pain following suit. Immediately lost, it was Amelia who had to bare the pain of his first uncontrollable attack. But thankfully, when he returned to her, she was just as okay as he was the first time he'd awokened after his own attack. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi! My name is megs and you can address me as so ooc, or my my character name / user. I am currently working part time so i'm not 100% available, please don't expect that from me. 

If you have any issues with me, please do let me know in pms and don't act passive towards me. I will treat you how you treat me, and it will be brought to the admins. 

Please PM to plot and don't post on my wall. I know it's cliche, but I enjoy my clean surface. Also, please read about Sam and be ready to brainstorm if you're interested. If you pull "i'm okay with anything!" and don't contribute, I probably won't respond. 

Lastly, please don't mix ic and ooc. My character WILL BE very different from me ooc, so if there's somethng that you take offense to, please don't take it personally. 

 

Please PM me for any admin necessities you may have. 

Jake Kiszka, brother.

Amelia, best friend. NPC. Deceased.