Sammuell
Sammuell is tall and handsome, or would be if he were not exceedingly skinny!  The patterns of light and dark upon his skin are attractive and almost seem to move of their own accord, depending on available light conditions.

His hide armour is tooled and tailored to fit and his clothes are well cut and of good quality.

He is, outwardly, a flighty individual who does not seem to take life seriously.  If asked he will explain that if life is so fleeting – which it is as he can testify only too well – then should one not enjoy what one meets in passing through this moment in one’s existence.

But there is a serious side to Sammuell.  Amongst his memories of lives past there is a tune, a song, an air – he cannot come any closer to explaining it than that – that reverberates down the ages and which has come to almost rule his life.  His problem is that he cannot pin it down, no more than a few notes at a time, and these have an annoying habit of slipping from his mind before he can add to them.

In this life he has devoted much time to trying to bring forth the melody – hence his occupation – but so far with little success.

Like all of his kind he fights the good fight, trying to resist temptation, trying not to fall to the dark side.

Samm was reborn into a sprawling low caste family, living hand to mouth in a large urban centre.  Very early in his new life he knew what he was.  He had the normal knowledge of his past that was given to a deva (Background: Poor +2 Streetwise).