"Three times three is nine," he chanted. "I am the devil incarnate, what do you do?"
Sam Linnfer is a quirky, sarcastic, enigmatic Londoner and scholar with a chip on his shoulder, an extensive knowledge of languages, and an affection for cats. He's also the immortal bastard child of Time and Magic, with thousands of years' worth of experience in- amongst other things- surviving his very vindictive siblings. He's also the human incarnation of a lethal superweapon that will at best drive him insane and at worst kill him if he uses it. The problem? His father wants him to use it. And when your father is Time himself, you can (probably) only defy him for so long. Not that Sam doesn't plan on trying. You might know Sam as Lucifer, or Satan, or the Devil, but actually he's had as many names as he's had years of life. And it's just as well he's not exactly the person he's often made out to be...
Sam is both the devil and a good man. But just because he doesn't play the devil, doesn't mean he can't.
Appearance: thick black hair; incredibly intense black eyes; boyish, attractive pale face; five foot eight or nine; slim build, scruffy and tattered black clothes. Icon pbs include Neil Gaiman, Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Ioan Gruffydd and Jonathan Rhys Meyers, however Sam cannot be said to really resemble any of them.
He is often accompanied by a scruffy little tortoiseshell kitten called Schrödinger, more often known as Shreddie. Doing the kitten harm will probably be the last thing you'll ever do.
I'm playing him from slightly before the events described in Waywalkers and Timekeepers. For more info, check the journal for some excerpts from the canon.
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.
-'Acquainted with the Night', by Robert Frost
Disclaimer: Sam is (c) Catherine Webb, who is very definitely not me- I just wish I had her talent- and thus he's very definitely not mine. He appears in her books Waywalkers and Timekeepers. This journal was created purely for roleplaying in such communities as milliways_bar, and no money is being made. I'm just having fun and pimping the books.