__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________30 Kiamara years old - Male - Heterosexual
Sam is a rather unique Kia, whether it be his past and present, his appearance or his personality. Mostly his past, after all. Not many creatures in general get to chase after monsters, angels and demons or go on a 8 year road trip with their sibling that all started with a few words...
"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days."
His appearance can be rather intimidating, as he is slightly larger than the average adult Kiamara (average is a small mountain lion/cougar) With large moose antlers to top it off.
But, Sam doesn't always fit his impression. He's actually rather reasoning and tries to save everyone when his brother won't give mercy. Though, it's sometimes even vice versa. Overall, the "Moose" is compassionate, concernful, intellectual, and independent. It can change sometimes to utterly avenging, obsessed and gullible if it means getting back what he doesn't have anymore. He also shows off some obsessive-compulsive behaviors, like being in control of the situation or things being in a certain order.
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The brown Kiamara hands you a battered leather journal to read. You kindly accept his offer and take it. Once opening the journal, a few badges catch your eye. They're obviously military badges. Your eyes skim to the first page, it's filled with sloppy handwriting written in what seems to be pen. You spend the next few hours reading through the pages of sketches, hunting info and personal entries like "Today Dean turned 12." When the pages to turn too become shorter there's nothing but pictures of yellow eyes, demon reports and odd weather patterns that seemed just too coincidental. But, amongst that... There was a few loose wrinkled pages with neat writing, it's obviously someone elses. You soon realise it's the same person that handed you the book.
You pull them out, shuffle them and begin reading the dusty well-preserved pages.Not much of a Journal if I don't introduce myself . If anyones bothered to read, my name is Sam Winchester, I'm a hunter. No, not the people who hunt deers or bears. A monster hunter. What? Do you think I'm messing with you? I bet you do, but person reading, there's far more than you can see in this world. The monster under your bed does exist, so does the werewolves and vampires you see on TV. Just a lot less sparkle and more blood. Anyways, I'm constantly dragged around the USA by my dad and brother Dean to slaughter the nightmare in your closet. Simply because my dad won't give up until he's found the thing the killed our mother. That's a whole other story, Dean could probably explain it better. Past that, the stories not about me. It's about the monster we hunted.
I believe it was... March 24th? Dad was reading the newspaper, he'd always check the weather first. Don't know why. Dean and I ate some diner pancakes as he scanned the murders page. After he adjusted his footing he said "Huh, some shapeshifter activity out in Salisbury," I put down my fork and replied "How do you know it's a shapeshifter?" John gave me an odd look, "Supposed killer says he didn't do it, lots of jewelry stolen, except for the ones made from silver." I glanced at Dean, he was trying not to laugh, so I looked back at John and frowned. He put the newspaper down; we continued eating our cheap breakfast. Then got in that old car of his, what was it called again? Oh yeah, 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean is always eyeing that rusty thing.
It was only a few hours from where we were to damp and grey Salisbury. It really didn't seem like the place for monsters. Or even crimes at that.
A large coffee stain covers most of the paper
I held onto my silver knife, my paws tremoring. I watched as a Kiamara identical to my father John was under his paws, or was the shapeshifter on top? I couldn't tell. Dean was unconscious against the wall. We didn't see it coming, we weren't the hunters anymore. We were the prey. The shapeshifter attacked us in the motel. John tried grabbing the gun but the shapeshifter held him down. I gathered enough courage and lunged forward, knife meeting fur.
The paper is slightly torn
We left the motel, via the window. Gashes against our face and a dead shapeshifter on the floor. Only one bullet fired. Driving off into the distance. Well, I'm not doing this again. 
"Dean, he's my sarcastic older brother. Constantly making pop culture references."
"You may know him as squirrel, the handsome Kia with fanfiction eyes, the one who's gay for an angel, Oh wait, Cas isn't an angel anymore."
Sam's relationship with Dean is very codependent, they can't have one without the other. Even if they start the apocalypse, sell their souls or even face Death themselves, nope the other one's not going.
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Will you RP with us?
Yes! I'll happily RP with you guys. I'm usually very literate in my roleplays and can easily adapt to whatever you already have set up.
Will you be active with Sam?
I'm not very active in the Kia community in general but yes, I'll be 'active' with Sam. Mostly just roleplaying, coloring in linearts and ordering art. I'll make sure he isn't left in the dust, this handsome Kiamara doesn't deserve that.
Why do you want him?
Oh gosh, a million reasons! I think the fact that I actually put effort into making a long form or even art at that should be enough, I don't usually put effort into my forms and just post WIPs and forget. Well, to start it off.
Sam is my favorite Winchester brother, ever since I watched the show (I didn't even know what it was) I was always intrigued by this one character with the short hair. The episode was "Heart" and I didn't know what was really going on, but this "Sam" person amazed me. When I watched the show through the years, I still had the same feelings about Sam. He was that mystery person, but there was something special about him. And once I started watching all of it rather than one episode a year, I still loved him. I could connect with this character. You know? Being the outcast, the weird one, wishing to get away from what someone else wanted me to be. It's been almost 7 years and I still remember becoming attached to this character. It would be an honor to win him.
I love his design, even if this marvelous Kia wasn't based on the moose himself I'd still try. He just has those perfect browns, fun to do markings and something special that just tops it off. Those would be his antlers, they really fit him perfectly.
And finally, I love Supernatural. It's just an... Amazing show. It's not about fighting monsters, demons and angels. It teaches you friendship, fighting for a cause and love. It's inspirational, sometimes funny and even emotional.
