𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

Samuel Winston is a time traveler with a penchant for making an impression—whether or not it was intentional. Standing at a confident six feet tall, Samuel has an air of mystery that was only slightly undercut by his mischievous smirk, a signature expression that suggested he either knew the secrets of the universe or had just tripped someone in the process of learning them. His purple-black hair shimmered with hints of gold, catching the light in a way that made people wonder if he styled it with stardust. His yellow eyes—sharp, piercing, and occasionally unnerving—seemed to hold the weight of centuries, though they were often scanning his surroundings for snacks or escape routes. With his pinkish-tan complexion, Samuel stood out in every era he visited, not least because of his distinctive wardrobe. He favored a brown suit accented with threads of red, gold, and white—a look that somehow managed to be both timeless and obsolete, much like him. He’s 28 years old, and somehow he isn’t dead, he just continues to move through time with the confidence of someone who had no idea what they were doing but was very good at pretending otherwise. Openly bisexual, Samuel had a charming way of leaving admirers in every time period he visited, be they Victorian poets, futuristic inventors, or medieval royalty. “History,” he’d say with a wink, “isn’t about where you are; it’s about who notices you’re there.” Of course, his talent for making grand entrances often came at the expense of subtlety—like the time he accidentally kickstarted the Renaissance by suggesting brighter colors at a Florentine dye workshop. Yet, despite the chaos he left in his wake, there was something undeniably magnetic about him, a man out of time, but always somehow right where he needed to be. ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ ☕︎︎ Now onto you! Be whoever you want! 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤!