Samson (RP/Parody)
@samsonegypt.bsky.social
Young Man using his strength for monetary gain across different time periods. Historical RP OC. 25+ y/o MUN. (Fake/Parody/RP) MDNI
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SAMSON
Surly giant, who can use his strength to harm, but cutie pie underneath.
Exists in many periods
- Escaped slave and prisoner in Ancient Egypt
- Gladiator and Guard in Ancient Rome
- Circus Strongman in Victorian era
Proudly queer 🏳️🌈
6’7”
[#historicalrp #ocrp]
Surly giant, who can use his strength to harm, but cutie pie underneath.
Exists in many periods
- Escaped slave and prisoner in Ancient Egypt
- Gladiator and Guard in Ancient Rome
- Circus Strongman in Victorian era
Proudly queer 🏳️🌈
6’7”
[#historicalrp #ocrp]
@kypriosprince.bsky.social
A large wooden crate had been delivered to Aphrodite. Stamped on the side, under his name, it simply said ‘Live Stock’.
Would he open it?
A large wooden crate had been delivered to Aphrodite. Stamped on the side, under his name, it simply said ‘Live Stock’.
Would he open it?
November 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM
@kypriosprince.bsky.social
A large wooden crate had been delivered to Aphrodite. Stamped on the side, under his name, it simply said ‘Live Stock’.
Would he open it?
A large wooden crate had been delivered to Aphrodite. Stamped on the side, under his name, it simply said ‘Live Stock’.
Would he open it?
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He looked down at his feet, knowing Scott was right: he *would* be good on the football team. But…
“I’m not allowed to play sports… It’s a distraction from serving my master.”
“I’m not allowed to play sports… It’s a distraction from serving my master.”
"Looks like I do! Heh...I dunno though, hard to tell just how much stronger one of us is but you'd definitely be good on the football team!"
He chuckled, flexing a little bit for Samson to show off a little bit.
He chuckled, flexing a little bit for Samson to show off a little bit.
Samson grinned as a blush spread from his cheeks, down his neck and all across his sizeable, bare chest. He loved receiving praise.
"Ah, thanks man! But says you! You're an absolute unit. I bet you work out as much as me... I have to fit training in around my work... I'm usually allowed to do +
"Ah, thanks man! But says you! You're an absolute unit. I bet you work out as much as me... I have to fit training in around my work... I'm usually allowed to do +
November 1, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He looked down at his feet, knowing Scott was right: he *would* be good on the football team. But…
“I’m not allowed to play sports… It’s a distraction from serving my master.”
“I’m not allowed to play sports… It’s a distraction from serving my master.”
@alandofmyown.bsky.social
Samson and his father were twenty days into their journey back to Egypt. They’d come east on their camel, hoping to make good profits on new and unusual spices from the trading hub in smaller villages and towns, but were returning not much richer than they’d left.
They +
Samson and his father were twenty days into their journey back to Egypt. They’d come east on their camel, hoping to make good profits on new and unusual spices from the trading hub in smaller villages and towns, but were returning not much richer than they’d left.
They +
October 20, 2025 at 10:07 AM
@alandofmyown.bsky.social
Samson and his father were twenty days into their journey back to Egypt. They’d come east on their camel, hoping to make good profits on new and unusual spices from the trading hub in smaller villages and towns, but were returning not much richer than they’d left.
They +
Samson and his father were twenty days into their journey back to Egypt. They’d come east on their camel, hoping to make good profits on new and unusual spices from the trading hub in smaller villages and towns, but were returning not much richer than they’d left.
They +
"To get him out of trouble? Or to own him yourself?" he snarled.
What was the bar customer doing, Samson worried, but kept his posture straight and his face as free of panic as he could.
What was the bar customer doing, Samson worried, but kept his posture straight and his face as free of panic as he could.
"You heard me. He's about to be in trouble because of me and I'm not having it. So how much."
"What?" the master snapped, his crooked yellow teeth showing as he snarled.
Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.
Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.
September 28, 2025 at 4:18 PM
"To get him out of trouble? Or to own him yourself?" he snarled.
What was the bar customer doing, Samson worried, but kept his posture straight and his face as free of panic as he could.
What was the bar customer doing, Samson worried, but kept his posture straight and his face as free of panic as he could.
"What?" the master snapped, his crooked yellow teeth showing as he snarled.
Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.
Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.
And this was why he had been being very careful.
"He word slipped out he didn't understand. In the context of me saying I wasn't going to encourage such an action."
Oh, he wanted to deck the guy for-...Wait...he was rich...
"...How much?"
The words made him sick but if it saved Samson.
"He word slipped out he didn't understand. In the context of me saying I wasn't going to encourage such an action."
Oh, he wanted to deck the guy for-...Wait...he was rich...
"...How much?"
The words made him sick but if it saved Samson.
Samson's jaw locked tight as his master turned and gazed up at him, running his hands up and down his bicep.
"Was the customer bothering you, my pet?"
The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.
"Was the customer bothering you, my pet?"
The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.
September 28, 2025 at 4:00 PM
"What?" the master snapped, his crooked yellow teeth showing as he snarled.
Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.
Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.
Samson's jaw locked tight as his master turned and gazed up at him, running his hands up and down his bicep.
"Was the customer bothering you, my pet?"
The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.
"Was the customer bothering you, my pet?"
The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.
There he was... Alistair tried not to glare at the man.
"All my language was what people are thinking when they do such a thing. I was satisfying curiosity, not saying such actor was needed..."
"All my language was what people are thinking when they do such a thing. I was satisfying curiosity, not saying such actor was needed..."
Suddenly, a gruff older man came stomping from within the building to behind the bar, planting himself next to Samson, placing a possessive hand on his arm.
"What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.
"What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.
September 28, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Samson's jaw locked tight as his master turned and gazed up at him, running his hands up and down his bicep.
"Was the customer bothering you, my pet?"
The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.
"Was the customer bothering you, my pet?"
The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.
Suddenly, a gruff older man came stomping from within the building to behind the bar, planting himself next to Samson, placing a possessive hand on his arm.
"What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.
"What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.
"A lot of times because they think it would be better this different way. More fair to more people, generally..."
There was a pit of guilt in his stomach. He shouldn't try to encourage such a drastic change but it was against his morals...
There was a pit of guilt in his stomach. He shouldn't try to encourage such a drastic change but it was against his morals...
Samson nodded as he scratched the back of his head.
"And... why would people want to do that? Change things?"
"And... why would people want to do that? Change things?"
September 28, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Suddenly, a gruff older man came stomping from within the building to behind the bar, planting himself next to Samson, placing a possessive hand on his arm.
"What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.
"What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.
"Some dancers came and performed that kind of dance - with fans - at one of Master Potiphar's dinners. I thought it was beautiful."
“I’m not good at modern day dancing. I’m only skilled at Nihon Buyo— you know, the traditional Japanese dance with the folding fans. That kind.”
"I'm awful at dancing," he said with a chuckle. "Ain't nothing graceful about this body of mine. But I love to watch people dancing."
September 28, 2025 at 3:40 PM
"Some dancers came and performed that kind of dance - with fans - at one of Master Potiphar's dinners. I thought it was beautiful."
"I'm awful at dancing," he said with a chuckle. "Ain't nothing graceful about this body of mine. But I love to watch people dancing."
“I’m decent at the arts. I wouldn’t say I’m 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, but I’m not bad at them either. I enjoy poetry, dancing, and playing the shamisen.” he gave a small head nod as he said this.
Samson cocked his eyebrow, intrigued more than ever by the mysterious figure.
"No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."
"No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."
September 26, 2025 at 6:49 PM
"I'm awful at dancing," he said with a chuckle. "Ain't nothing graceful about this body of mine. But I love to watch people dancing."
Samson cocked his eyebrow, intrigued more than ever by the mysterious figure.
"No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."
"No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."
“It’s… It’s not like I’m trying to get rid of you,” he began hesitantly, “I’m just not good with people…”
He’s lost all his social skills being isolated for over a century. He isn’t sure how to react to certain things, nor does he know how to process emotions that he’s long repressed.
“… Sorry.”
He’s lost all his social skills being isolated for over a century. He isn’t sure how to react to certain things, nor does he know how to process emotions that he’s long repressed.
“… Sorry.”
"No," he said with a shake of his head, leaning down to the burlpa sack with the planks. "I'm here to get this job done for you. Then I can get out of your hair, like you want me to."
He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.
He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.
September 26, 2025 at 6:45 PM
Samson cocked his eyebrow, intrigued more than ever by the mysterious figure.
"No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."
"No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."
"No," he said with a shake of his head, leaning down to the burlpa sack with the planks. "I'm here to get this job done for you. Then I can get out of your hair, like you want me to."
He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.
He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.
Tomio’s breath hitched momentarily before he cleared his throat and glanced away, feeling sheepish again.
“… You can take a break if you need.”
“… You can take a break if you need.”
"Aye, sir. No point wasting what little time I have."
He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them.
"And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"
He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them.
"And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"
September 26, 2025 at 6:39 PM
"No," he said with a shake of his head, leaning down to the burlpa sack with the planks. "I'm here to get this job done for you. Then I can get out of your hair, like you want me to."
He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.
He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.
"Aye, sir. No point wasting what little time I have."
He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them.
"And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"
He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them.
"And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"
The irony seems to be lost on the youkai, sadly.
“I see… I suppose you simply just don’t take your life for granted.”
Tomio would admit to definitely taking his own for granted. He’s much too careless because of his immortality.
“I see… I suppose you simply just don’t take your life for granted.”
Tomio would admit to definitely taking his own for granted. He’s much too careless because of his immortality.
He chuckled.
"I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..."
He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.
"I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..."
He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.
September 26, 2025 at 6:32 PM
"Aye, sir. No point wasting what little time I have."
He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them.
"And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"
He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them.
"And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"
He chuckled.
"I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..."
He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.
"I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..."
He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.
Tomio’s brows furrowed, a small frown on his face.
“…. If you’re happy like that, then who am I to say anything…”
“…. If you’re happy like that, then who am I to say anything…”
He shrugged.
"As I say, not a lot I can do about it."
"As I say, not a lot I can do about it."
September 26, 2025 at 6:14 PM
He chuckled.
"I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..."
He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.
"I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..."
He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.
He shrugged.
"As I say, not a lot I can do about it."
"As I say, not a lot I can do about it."
“I have free will to do what I want. Do you?” he asked, his tone conveying no sense of haughtiness. If anything, he seems almost sympathetic.
"Don't have much choice in the matter... What's the point in grumbling? What do you do that's so much better than working hard and being rewarded for it?"
September 26, 2025 at 6:06 PM
He shrugged.
"As I say, not a lot I can do about it."
"As I say, not a lot I can do about it."
"Don't have much choice in the matter... What's the point in grumbling? What do you do that's so much better than working hard and being rewarded for it?"
“It sounds… Sad. You truly are okay with life like that? Belonging to some man and not being your own person?”
"Yes," he said plainly. "I'm a slave. Is that a problem?"
September 22, 2025 at 9:38 PM
"Don't have much choice in the matter... What's the point in grumbling? What do you do that's so much better than working hard and being rewarded for it?"
"Yes," he said plainly. "I'm a slave. Is that a problem?"
“This sounds more like slavery than servitude…”
"In food and a place to sleep, sure," he said, nose wrinkling.
September 22, 2025 at 9:35 PM
"Yes," he said plainly. "I'm a slave. Is that a problem?"
"In food and a place to sleep, sure," he said, nose wrinkling.
“That… You are at least paid, I hope?”
"My Ma was sold when I was in her belly, so yeah. I was born in service," he said, lightly, without any pity for himself.
September 22, 2025 at 9:21 PM
"In food and a place to sleep, sure," he said, nose wrinkling.
"My Ma was sold when I was in her belly, so yeah. I was born in service," he said, lightly, without any pity for himself.
“… Have you always been a servant?” he asked.
"Master Potiphar says I'm mature because I've been working hard for so many years... Says it's one of the things he admires about me.'
September 22, 2025 at 9:04 PM
"My Ma was sold when I was in her belly, so yeah. I was born in service," he said, lightly, without any pity for himself.
"Master Potiphar says I'm mature because I've been working hard for so many years... Says it's one of the things he admires about me.'
“Really? Huh. You don’t look your age at all.” he’s definitely surprised to hear how young Samson was.
“Older than me,” he grinned. “I’m only 22, so you've lived more life than me. Guess that’s why I was drawn to help you.”
He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.
He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.
September 22, 2025 at 8:51 PM
"Master Potiphar says I'm mature because I've been working hard for so many years... Says it's one of the things he admires about me.'
“Older than me,” he grinned. “I’m only 22, so you've lived more life than me. Guess that’s why I was drawn to help you.”
He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.
He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.
“Do you? I suppose they can be rather interesting…”
Despite being 212, Tomio had been a shut in for well over 100 of those years out of fear of the outside world. The only things interesting he could speak of would be his time alive, or how he became to be wrongly worshipped as a god.
“I’m only +
Despite being 212, Tomio had been a shut in for well over 100 of those years out of fear of the outside world. The only things interesting he could speak of would be his time alive, or how he became to be wrongly worshipped as a god.
“I’m only +
"I love old things," Samson said with an easy smile, allowing himself a moment to rest before laying down the new floor boards. "So much history; so many stories."
September 22, 2025 at 8:37 PM
“Older than me,” he grinned. “I’m only 22, so you've lived more life than me. Guess that’s why I was drawn to help you.”
He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.
He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.
"I love old things," Samson said with an easy smile, allowing himself a moment to rest before laying down the new floor boards. "So much history; so many stories."
“Tomio is just fine,” he mumbled.
“It is. I don’t think any repairs have been made since late 1800s, maybe early 1900s…”
How has it withstood so long?
“It is. I don’t think any repairs have been made since late 1800s, maybe early 1900s…”
How has it withstood so long?
He nodded, wiping his brow.
“ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”
“ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”
September 22, 2025 at 8:23 PM
"I love old things," Samson said with an easy smile, allowing himself a moment to rest before laying down the new floor boards. "So much history; so many stories."
He nodded, wiping his brow.
“ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”
“ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”
“… Is it that bad?” he can’t help but to ask after seeing how many boards were pulled up and away.
The rot had spread further than Tomio would have seen with a quick glance, and Samson had to pull up at least sixteen floor boards. It was sweaty work, and he soon had a healthy gleam on his broad, bare chest.
September 22, 2025 at 8:08 PM
He nodded, wiping his brow.
“ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”
“ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”
The rot had spread further than Tomio would have seen with a quick glance, and Samson had to pull up at least sixteen floor boards. It was sweaty work, and he soon had a healthy gleam on his broad, bare chest.
Tomio simply stood by the side awkwardly, picking at the skin around his nails as a means to relieve anxiety and any other sense of being uncomfortable he felt.
He’s at least happy he doesn’t have to smell the rotting wood anymore after this…
He’s at least happy he doesn’t have to smell the rotting wood anymore after this…
“Pleasure!” he said, getting to work straight away, pulling out the hammer and using the end to yank up the rotten boards.
September 22, 2025 at 7:44 PM
The rot had spread further than Tomio would have seen with a quick glance, and Samson had to pull up at least sixteen floor boards. It was sweaty work, and he soon had a healthy gleam on his broad, bare chest.
“Pleasure!” he said, getting to work straight away, pulling out the hammer and using the end to yank up the rotten boards.
“Huh? Um… Maybe…”
He frowned weakly. He doesn’t want to just stand aside while Samson does all the work— that feels cruel, even if he is technically hiring him.
“Thank you…”
He frowned weakly. He doesn’t want to just stand aside while Samson does all the work— that feels cruel, even if he is technically hiring him.
“Thank you…”
"Oh no, sir! I couldn't ask that of you when you're paying for a service. You put your feet up and I'll have this done in no time."
September 22, 2025 at 7:29 PM
“Pleasure!” he said, getting to work straight away, pulling out the hammer and using the end to yank up the rotten boards.